
This time Rukia needs to take medicine every day, under the threat of Yumei's name by Yao.
In front of him, a beloved guqin Yumei seemed to be looking at him gently. Rukia decides to play a song, the level of her piano playing that makes all reluctant to continue living in the world, and deeply regrets that she cannot listen to the sounds of nature in front of her.
So that he might commit suicide with shame and anger, and could no longer harm the world.
For five days, Rukia stayed in the room for self-healing.
"Yao, you've stayed in this place with me for too long, go to the barracks."
Yao pondered and said, "I won't go, I have to stay here."
"Why?."
Yao said, "But what are you going to do here? You're alone, no one's talking to you, and no one's listening to you play the piano."
"Who said I was alone?."
Yao suddenly fell into an awkward situation, and I kept asking as if there was someone else's privacy, and I couldn't change the topic without asking. I said: "This ..."
"There are guests visiting."
As Rukia stared out the window, a group of black masked men were already standing.
As Yao looked at them, these people showed their weapons one after another. The act of unplugging weapons was as uniform as their costumes, it was seen that this was a disciplined team, that rarely the weapons being pulled were also very uniform, and the sickles were lined up neatly.
"Killer?." Yao moved to block Rukia.
Rukia could only see him occasionally one or two movements, such as holding the wrist of the person in black from behind, turning the person to the side for half a circle, his sword had just slashed the neck of a black-skinned man who was planning to slash behind him, blood splashed, and he still had time to take a few steps to avoid the sudden splash of plasma.
"Your Majesty."
The latter saw that the situation had disappeared, and the scythe flew directly into Rukia's body.
Seeing the blade flying faster and faster and making Yao's throat straight, he was too afraid to move.
This is really the worst situation.
The assassins have failed!
The man in black did not say anything more, only lowered his head, and stretched out his fingers tremblingly, looking like he wanted to pull out a scythe.
And an indescribable roar echoed in the air.
Yao said: "What is he doing?"
Rukia said: "There is a legend in Chenoz State that a person who dies by the sword must become a warrior in the next life."
Yao said: "Then does he want to be a writer?"
Rukia paused for a moment then looked at the man she was giggling with, slowly letting go: "Maybe he just wants to be a human trafficker."
Life is worthless without purpose.
Rukia's feelings for Yumei are based on two lives. It means that other than my life, there should be no one more pure and powerful in this world.
In fact, Yumei left early with a hint of melancholy.
If Rukia met him in the winter, at this age when she was cut-and-trick on the world, Rukia would definitely wait until she found out why I should wait for her.
If you know it, there are more reasons to wait until one day he comes, or he will never come, but that's another story.