Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

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Stepping on Zhizi Yingyin's wrist, Luo Zhen lowered his head to look at Zhizi Yingyin.

Just when Zhizi Yingyin thought that Luo Zhen was about to say something, he was thinking about how to delay the time.

"Crack."

With force from the calf, Zhizi Yingyin's wrist was crushed in an instant.

If someone took his hand to take a picture now.

You should see the wrist bone crumbled to pieces.

Caught off guard by the pain, Zhizi Yingyin gasped.

A sentence was engraved on the body of the white gun that fell to the ground:

"Give him a life with dignity"

There is also a corresponding sentence engraved on the other gun that Zhi Ziyingyin did not take out.

"Other wise the death as martyr"

Luo Zhen didn't know exactly what kind of mood Chi Ziyingyin had in order to carve such a paragraph on the gun.

But one thing is for sure.

He never got a chance to pull out another gun afterward.

"You don't seem like a kind person."

"Are you really acting to save the cursed child?"

Enduring the pain, Chi Ziyingyin asked Luo Zhen a question.

"I can feel the tyranny in your heart from your attack."

"That's not what a hero should be."

Maybe it was to delay time, maybe it was to satisfy my dying curiosity.

Zhizi Yingyin expressed all his views at once.

"First, there is a view in my hometown called sexual evil theory."

"It means that people are born bad, and they need to be restrained through acquired education."

"So I don't think there's anything wrong with me."

"Second, I'm not a hero either."

"I'm a wage earner."

Stepping on Zhizi Yingyin's wrist with a big foot, Luo Zhen's voice was as flat as ever.

Raising his hand, a large amount of energy gathered on the arm blade again.

The almost substantive energy is like covering the sharp arm blade with a translucent extension.

"Violent"

A cold voice sounded.

Compared with Zhizi Yingyin's move named Nameless God of Death, Luo Zhen at this time is more like a cold and ruthless God of Death.

When his sharp blade falls, it will completely take away the life named Hiruko Yingyin.

"father!"

Behind Luo Zhen, Hiruko Hina picked up the tachi from the ground with a stiff expression.

Even with only half the blade, he still attacked Luo Zhen without hesitation.

Zhizi Xiaobinai is not a weapon that is not afraid of death.

Apart from anything else, she is essentially a teenager.

It's perfectly normal for children this age to feel fear.

The future Hiruko Kobina will take the initiative to show weakness and give in when he meets the sword ghost Tendo Kisara.

Apparently she was not without fear of death.

However, at this time she still rushed towards Luo Zhen.

Because her father is about to fall under Luo Zhen's sharp knife.

Although Hiruko Yingyin's purpose in making Hiruko Hina was only to find a qualified and obedient tool, for Hiruko Hina, there is no doubt that Hiruko Hina is her father.

The father who taught her knowledge since she was a child and raised her up.

However, Luo Zhen's actions did not stop because of her.

Hiruko Hina felt that his speed was so slow.

This short distance of a few meters is usually just a blink of an eye for her.

But at this moment, it was like a natural moat, preventing her from reaching Zhizi Yingyin's side.

"Slash!"

The bright knife light fell.

That flash of light continued to enlarge in Zhizi Yingyin's pupils, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

For some reason, Chi Ziyingyin suddenly thought of the famous Louis XVI.

How did he feel when he was sent to the guillotine?

calm?relieved?

Or is it as full of resentment as yourself but also a little helpless?

God only knows.

But it should not be as described in the history books.

Then he thought of his comrades in the former 787 Mechanized Special Unit of the Eastern Ground Self-Defense Force.

As usual, after complaining about the awkward and long name of his unit, Zhi Ziyingyin was a little curious about what the others were doing.

You won't do all the bad things like yourself and wait to die, right?

Speaking of this, Zhizi Yingyin wanted to laugh.

Obviously he himself thinks he is not a good person, but against the backdrop of some people, he doesn't seem to be considered a heinous person?

How funny.

After me, those people shouldn't be able to escape.

But all of this has nothing to do with Zhizi Yingyin.

His interests, his ambitions, his thinking, his life.

It all ends at this moment.

Only living people are qualified to discuss mood, life and so on.

The dead can only lie on the ground waiting to rot.

The sharp arm blade entwined with energy easily sliced ​​through Zhizi Yingyin's defense.

The story named Zhizi Yingyin came to an end here.

Feeling the gradual disappearance of Zhizi Yingyin's breath, the momentum of Zhizi Yingyin's forward charge slowly slowed down.

Finally, he staggered to the side of Zhizi Yingyin's body and knelt down.

"dad?"

A doubtful voice sounded, as if he couldn't believe that Zhiziyingyin was dead.

The broken knife in his hand was thrown aside, and Zhizi Xiaobinai was a little at a loss and wanted to wake up Zhizi Yingyin.

Two small white hands stained with scarlet blood gestured in the air in a daze.

After Zhizi Yingyin's death, she lost all fighting spirit, and a sad expression appeared on her face.

She is very clingy to Zhiziyingyin, for her Zhiziyingyin is the spiritual pillar.

Yet this pillar collapsed.

Standing beside Zhizi Yingyin's corpse, Luo Zhen put away the arm blade on his arm.

Looking at the back of Hiruko little Binai, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

"Looks like you need help?"

Katoyashi who appeared at some point leaned against the door frame with folded arms.

Through the dimensional wall, he can appear in any corner of the world without anyone noticing.

"Sometimes there's nothing wrong with escaping, and you don't have to make a choice."

Even for himself, it would be very psychologically burdensome to attack a child.

Even if the kid has a lot of gore on his hands.

"It's not necessary."

After sighing deeply, Luo Zhen resumed his flat voice again.

Monyashi couldn't see the expression under the mask, but it shouldn't be very pretty.

Taking a last look at the figure of Hiruko Binet, Luo Zhen stretched out his hand.

"Although it's a bit hypocritical to say so."

"But still, good night, have a sweet dream."

Under the watchful eye of Monyashi, Hiruko Kohina quietly lay down beside Hiruko Yingyin.

It was like falling asleep.