Ruan Qishi felt that she had had a very, very long dream.
She couldn't tell whether it was a nightmare or a sweet dream. After all, she hadn't had a dream in a long time.
In the dream, my mother still looked like she remembered, with long dark green and almost black hair hanging down to her waist, beautiful appearance, hot figure, and those extremely cold eyes.
My mother was originally a noble from a wealthy Owari family. Perhaps it is inappropriate to say this about my mother, but my mother is a completely 'bad woman'. This is the exact conclusion that all acquaintances who know my mother will make.
No matter who it is, even his own husband and children, in Rong Ji's eyes there are only two distinctions between "useable chess pieces" and "unusable waste".
Twenty years ago, he became world-famous as the sword wielder of the "Kyuto-ryu, Rokuge". He was the trump card of the Owari shogunate.
In fact, when I was just born, I was not as disease-ridden as I will be in the future. The invasion of "One Hundred Million Disease" happened when I was more than one year old. People say that children cannot remember things before the age of three, but Qishi remembers it.
It was very clear that I was lying on the small bed, struggling hard, and every breath caused a series of severe pain throughout my body. Just lying down was already exhausting my efforts.
Mother? She just sat aside indifferently, looking at herself with the same indifferent eyes.
"It's so sad, Qishi... You are in so much pain, but you can't be saved or liberated. How about... let mom help you?"
The cold hand caressed Qishi's hot forehead, gradually slid down to the neck, and then strangled it hard!
"Qishi, you shouldn't have been born, you... are too much!"
Yes, I, who is suffering from illness, have no use value in my mother's eyes.
But even when she was one year old, her body, which could resist 100 million diseases, could not be strangled by her mother. The discomfort, struggle, and finally turned into calmness. Qishi remembered that she stared at her mother so hard at that time, looking at her.
He slowly closed his hands with fear on his face.
Because his father came back, he stood quietly at the door, watching his wife try to strangle his daughter to death.
Later, his mother was not allowed to be alone with him. This was actually a good thing for both Qishi and his mother Rongzi.
Later, the Oshu Rebellion broke out, and his father Tarotokuda was sent to Oshu to assassinate the rebel leader Hida Takahito. Because he was worried about him, he followed him. On that battlefield where blood and fire were intertwined, as Tarotokuji,
The Guardian's Nanami met the strongest in Japan at the time, [The Black Key].
The battle process? Nanami has forgotten that kind of thing. She only remembers that in the end, the entire battlefield was destroyed by the two of them. Qiang Heikan was seriously injured and retired completely, while he who inherited the title of "Japan's Strongest" was regarded as
The father of the hero who put down the rebellion was sealed away.
Because my father also discovered it, he couldn't teach himself at all.
Hmm...this dream is really long and boring...
Qishi is like a bystander, watching the scenes of the past flash before his eyes. His father killed his mother, thus offending his mother's family. He was demoted from a hero of the chaos to a sinner, and was exiled to an uninhabited desert island. He and himself
Shichika, who was still young, went with her father.
How naive I was thinking at that time, thinking that it didn't matter if my mother was gone, as long as I could stay with my father and Shichika, even if I lived on an isolated island away from the world for the rest of my life, it would be good.
However, her father's guilty face appeared in front of Qishi's eyes again.
"Qishi, I can't teach you anything. Xu Dao Ryu doesn't need you, and I...I don't need you either."
Just because he was too good, his father abandoned him and chose to let Shichika, who was far inferior to him in every aspect, become the seventh generation head of the Kyonto style.
Not allowed to learn, not allowed to work hard, not allowed to grow.
His father became more and more afraid of him and set more and more restrictions on him. It was obvious that he was born to become a qualified head of the Hollow Sword Style, but now, this goal of surviving in the world was cruelly deprived of him by his father.
I obviously don’t want this kind of talent.
Those 100 million diseases were not put into the body intentionally by oneself.
There is no value and meaning of existence, because even suicide cannot be accomplished due to physical constraints. There is actually only one ending waiting for Qishi - to die miserably and painfully due to illness and torture.
Qi Shi really thought that she didn't care about anything anymore.
But because she was worried about her younger brother, she dragged her dying body away from the uninhabited island and returned to Japan, where she had been away for twenty years.
When fighting Heather, Nanami was actually the happiest time in the past twenty years. She found the meaning of her existence in the short battle, and she convinced herself that she was fighting this god for her brother Qihua.
For humans, wielding a sword towards gods is a manifestation of courage. If you look at it this way, can you be called a [human]?
But it wasn’t until the moment when Heather took back all her power that Qi Shi discovered that she wasn’t fighting entirely for her brother Qi Hua. She just wanted to take revenge on the gods, to make the gods repent to her, and to gain the gods.
of attention.
She wanted the gods to praise her, praise her, and recognize her.
But she still failed and failed to leave even a single scratch on the gods. Presumably in the eyes of the gods, she was just a ridiculous clown, right?
On her deathbed, when she heard Heather's invitation again, a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
It turns out that I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to live a meaningless life.
The scene in front of me is gradually getting darker. Has the deadline come? A wicked person like me will probably fall into the Abi Hell.
I don't know how long it took, but the deep black scene was suddenly illuminated by a small flame. Soon, more and more flames ignited and clung to Qishi's body.
The flames greedily devoured my body. There was no burning sensation, but instead a sense of relaxation that I had never experienced before. It was as if the flames had burned away the disease in the body, swept away all the pain, and left only relaxation and calmness.
"Qishi, how long are you going to sleep?"
The warm flame formed a big hand and stretched out in front of Qishi.
Qishi hesitated for a moment, then slowly placed his hand on the palm of the flame.
An unstoppable and huge traction force came, and Qishi was violently lifted high into the sky, breaking through the infinite darkness. The fire accompanied her, shattering all the cold and dead silence, and finally her eyes became bright.
Heather's face, which was handsome but not in Qishi's aesthetic point of view, appeared again, but this time it was full of sweat and exhaustion.
A large, patched cloak covered her body, and Qi Shi realized that she was naked, with her feet stepping on the burnt black ground.
Opposite her, Heather's clothes were wet with sweat, and her long black slightly curly hair was hanging wetly on her shoulders and behind her head.
When I raised my head, I saw the night sky above my head, and the distant eastern horizon was filled with fish-belly white, indicating that dawn had arrived.
"Forty world flames, all my energy, for eleven hours. Qishi, you are indeed the best as a [sword]."
Heather took a long breath, and in the rising sun, he stretched out his left hand towards Qi Shi:
"Are you ready to start a strange and long journey?"
"Can I say 'no'?" The slender white hand held Heather's big hand.
Only this time, Qishi's face showed a bright smile.
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