Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Chapter 317 I'm sorry, young master, I couldn't let you enjoy yourself to the fullest...

This question contains too many profound meanings.

There is guilt, pain, doubt, rejoicing, joy, and subtle complaints.

It’s hard to imagine that such complex emotions could appear simultaneously in this short sentence.

Seventeen-year-old Yuan Zhisheng stood in front of the door, looking over with a calm gaze, and all he saw was the scene of playing with his younger brother.

The sound of rummaging for keys outside the door has stopped, leaving only the roar of gunfire and Yasha's slightly noisy questioning.

"Zhinv, I'm glad you're still alive..." Yuan Zhisheng stared at the easily broken door expressionlessly, the temperature of his words gradually decreasing: "But I'm also very sad, why are you still alive. "

"Obviously I have pierced your heart with a knife and buried you in that dry well."

"Obviously I have stopped you from continuing to commit murder, so that you will not continue to live in this world as a ghost."

"But why, why did you crawl back from hell again?"

The young man's cold eyes seemed to have penetrated the door, and he saw his younger brother holding the key outside the door. I don't know whether it was expressionless or embarrassed: "If you want revenge, wouldn't you just come to me directly? Why do you want to hurt innocent people?" , not even letting dad go?!

If it weren't for him, we would have become two corpses on the road to hell. "

It is undoubtedly a chilling act to say such heartbreaking words to his younger brother who came to rescue him personally. However, in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, this is just revenge from his younger brother.

He knew that he wanted to be a friend of justice, so he would not simply kill his righteous brother, but would drag down the knight of justice like the clown with green hair and face paint. The altar was pulled into the abyss.

As the owner of the royal blood, Yuan Zhisheng has no chance of being executed by his family. The girl tried her best to rescue him, just to prove his crime, completely ruin his reputation, and force him to join the world that symbolizes evil and chaos. Fierce ghosts.

Let him, the aloof young master and future emperor, experience what it's like to be a ghost.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and Yuan Zhisheng guessed that his brother's cute face might have been filled with the misery of being abandoned and the resentment of being betrayed.

Of course, there may also be the joy of getting revenge.

"Young girl, go back, I won't follow you." Turning around, Yuan Zhisheng turned his back to the door, his words full of determination.

If there is a ferocious gap in Minamoto's heart that carries the guilt and regret for his younger brother, it is because he left Minamoto alone and went to Tokyo to live a life of a master, and neglected to care for his younger brother, which led to his degeneration. The evil ghost appeared and killed him with his own hands for the sake of justice in his heart.

At that moment, the gap in the heart that was filled with pain ignited a flame called anger, scorching the bleeding hole and stopping the flow of blood.

Just like parents all over the world, when they can’t see their children, they can’t help but miss them, and when they see them, they are full of disgust. A strong sense of contradiction fills Yuan Zhisheng’s heart. He is both eager to see his younger brother, but also afraid When I see the other person, I will think of the ferocious penetrating wound in my brother's heart and his confused and aggrieved expression.

However, his words seemed to arouse the rebellious psychology of the people outside the door. The sound of the key being inserted into the lock was heard, followed by the muffled sound of the big lock falling to the ground, and the bright moonlight pouring into the Zen room after the door was opened.

A breeze carrying the smell of gunpowder smoke blew by. From the corner of his eye, Yuan Zhisheng saw the slender figure on the ground. His heart began to beat violently. The hands hanging by his side slowly clenched, and a faint golden light flashed in his eyes.

"Didn't I say, let's go." Yuan Zhisheng said in a deep voice, but he saw the figure on the ground approaching slowly, and then a cold voice sounded:

"Young Master, it's me."

Dressed in a black ninja uniform, Sakura's fair face has no unnecessary expression, and her slender body under the moonlight has a different kind of beauty that is different from Yamato Nadeshiko's.

Source: ∑(;゜-゜)

The moment the girl's "Young Master" sounded in the Zen room, all the complex emotions in Yuan Zhisheng's heart disappeared, leaving only indescribable embarrassment and shame. Although his face still managed to remain normal, there was already a faint feeling at the tip of his ears. Hot.

The young man who recognized the wrong person and expressed his wrong feelings could no longer keep his back to everyone. He turned around and looked at his only female retainer, covering up his embarrassment with surprise:

"Ahem, Yi... Sakura, why are you here?"

The girl's slightly blue eyes blinked and she replied without thinking: "I'm here to save you."

"Uh, I mean how did you know I'm here?" Yuan Zhisheng was stared at by Sakura's eyes as clear and pure as the blue sky. He couldn't help but think of what he said just now, and felt the heat in his ears. Spreading on his cheeks, he changed the topic and said:

"Didn't you receive closed training at Feng Mo's house? The news of my capture should not have reached you..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused and asked with some surprise: "Or are you aware of their intention to control you?"

Sakura's fighting ability is not bad among her peers. After all, she has been trained in the flames of war, but even so, it is a bit impossible for her to escape alone from the Fuma house full of ninjas and traps.

"Someone broke into the training base and told me the news about the young master." Sakura quickly recounted the incident, listening to the violent explosion in the distance, and urged:

"Young Master, this is not the place to talk. Let's leave first."

The ninja girl didn't know what Yuan Zhisheng was thinking. Seeing that he was standing there with no intention of leaving, she felt a little anxious.

Having grown up in the flames of war, she knew that every second of delay would lead to more danger. Just now, in order to prevent Yuan Zhi from being stubborn and refusing to leave, she deliberately concealed the existence of Yuan Zhi and only said that she was taking advantage of it. Come in.

Next door to the Zen room, Yasha, who had already put his ear to the wall and wanted to bring a stethoscope, was also a little anxious. Without waiting for Sakura and Yuan Zhisheng to make a decision, he kicked open the door and rushed over, saying in a rough voice:

"Young Master, the matter has come to this. Even if you insist on staying here, it will be difficult to prove your innocence. Rather than wasting time pointlessly waiting for the truth to come to light, it is better to escape and then think of a solution."

He heard clearly what Yuan Zhisheng said just now, and knew that his family might have been slandered by his own brother, but others didn't know.

Now the shrine has been bombarded to a terrible state, and countless family members have died. Even if Yuan Zhisheng is really innocent, after one round of bombing at this moment, his crotch will be covered with yellow mud - it is either shit or shit.

Faced with the persuasion of the two subordinates, Yuan Zhisheng did not insist on saying that those who are clear will be clear and those who are dirty will be dirty. Even if he does not have to worry about his own safety, he still has to consider the lives of the two retainers: "Let's go."

Yasha was right. The five family heads were deceived by illusions, and were burdened by the demons and gods-slaying actions. The only one who could clear his name was himself.

Moreover, the person who wants to thwart the God-Slaying Plan is still hiding behind the scenes, and he must be found out, otherwise Japan will always be in danger.

The three of them quickly left the Zen room, and just when they reached the cemetery where Inuyama was preparing to build a wedge, they bumped into Akechi Asaya and others who came to defend themselves.

"Ouch, young master, where are you going?" Kotetsu, who carried a samurai sword on his shoulder and smiled a little wildly, said sarcastically: "If you want to experience the nightlife of Tokyo, can you take me with you?"

Several other young men and women also had smiles on their faces and lined up with weapons in hand to block Yuan Zhisheng's way.

The leader, Akechi Asuya, was holding a knife, and the tip of the knife gently drew a thin line on the path. There was not much expression on his masculine and determined face, and his voice was low: "Young Master, it's a bit chaotic outside, but the priests can still handle it. There is no need for you to take action personally, please go back to the Zen room and wait."

He didn't directly tell Yuan Zhisheng that he planned to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but gave him a step.

Akechi Asuya is a smart man. He will not show any obvious hostility until Minamoto is fully convicted of being a traitor, or until Masamune Nagatachibana is dead.

Minamoto was looking at Akechi Asuya from a distance of thirty meters. Although the other person's words were very polite, there was a hint of fighting intent in both his actions and his eyes.

Minamoto had heard of Akechi Asaya's name. When he was learning Japanese swordsmanship from various schools under the arrangement of Tachibana Masamune, he learned from the swordsmen's disciples that there was a lunatic who was fond of martial arts and became obsessed with martial arts. He always plays like a life-and-death duel. Every time he swings his sword, he rushes to kill his opponent. Many people surrender before he fights.

And the madman who was rumored to have taken action and whose relatives did not recognize him was now holding a knife and inviting him to fight.

"Sorry, I have a reason to leave." Minamoto rejected the step Akechi Asaya gave him, and under the excited gaze of the other party, he took a samurai sword from Sakura's hand.

His weapons were consigned through special channels, and he was probably still on his way to Japan at this moment. Apart from the saber that Sakura carried with him, the three of them only had the naginata that they had just taken from the gatekeeper priest.

King against king, against general.

A rare opportunity, Akechi Asuya was ready to try out Minamoto's talent. He knew that the young master was proficient in all major Japanese swordsmanship schools, including many ancient kendo schools that he had no access to, so he stopped the others from trying. The strategy of rushing in with the crowd to bully the few, and stepped forward to fight alone.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhisheng didn't say much nonsense. He grabbed the scabbard with his left hand and stepped forward slowly. His right hand was resting on the handle of the knife, ready to draw the knife out at any time.

With every step Akechi Asuya takes, the aura on his body becomes more and more solid, his eyes are burning with fighting intent, and his face shows an unconcealable madness, just like those notorious sword-testing demons in ancient Japan.

On the other hand, Yuan Zhisheng's handsome face was still so cold and ruthless, like a killing machine executing a program against the enemy. There was no trace of fighting spirit or murderous intent in him.

But every time Minamoto took a step, the pressure Akechi Asaya felt increased. The cold eyes lingered on his neck like a death scythe, making the fighting spirit in his eyes more and more fanatical.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. The moment they crossed the fifteen-meter gap, Akechi Asaya ran wildly with his knife, and a maniacal smile that only a murderer could have on his face: "Come, let me see, young master, your Device..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes blurred, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The figure crossed a distance of five meters and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. A pair of gorgeous golden eyes filled with the majesty of the king attracted all his attention, so that he had no time to swing the knife and did not realize that there was already an extra hole in his chest. One hand still holds the black handle of the knife.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and severe pain hit from the chest. Akechi Asuya's forward body suddenly stopped, and his whole body was bent like a prawn. His eyes were a little dazed and unbelievable, as if he couldn't believe that he was defeated like this. Suddenly so quickly.

The chest was not penetrated by the blade, but the sternum was shattered and dented by the handle of the knife. The organs protected by the sternum were also attacked by a huge force, and the heart, which drove the blood flow throughout the body, briefly stopped.

Akechi Asua's vision went dark, and he used his last bit of strength to prevent the long knife from slipping out of his hand.

"So...so strong."

He murmured and fell to the ground, looking up at Yuan Zhisheng, whose eyes did not waver at all after the instant kill, and who did not even bother to look at him. His eyes were inexplicably bitter:

"I'm sorry, young master, I couldn't let you enjoy yourself to the fullest..."

After saying this, he completely lost consciousness.

He didn't even look at the unconscious Akechi Asaya. Minamoto Chisheng, who was in the keel state, raised his eyes and looked at the hillside in the distance. A pair of eyes exuding the coldness of the forest made the young man aiming the gun couldn't help but tremble. Without saying a word, he put away his gun and hid behind the slope and began to pray for his companions, hoping that they would not die too miserably, so that he would not have to piece together the corpses when he collected them.

It is impossible to shoot. Even if Yuan Zhisheng is reduced to a victim, he is still a precious treasure of the family. If he dares to open a hole in the young master, he may be forced to open his heart or mind the next day. Wide open.

The remaining students in Kassel Academy's advanced class all swallowed their saliva. The strongest Akechi Asuya was killed on the spot. Who else could be the young master's opponent?

Kotetsu, who had looked unruly just now, suddenly noticed his companion's expectant eyes on him, and couldn't help but point his finger at himself, showing an expression of "Let me deal with the young master, I'm afraid he doesn't want me to die":

∑(;Д)

Feeling the eyes of the beautiful twin sisters full of trust, expectation and admiration, Kotetsu gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and rushed towards Yuan Zhisheng with his knife.

It was just that it was dark and he couldn't see the road clearly, his shoelaces were not tied tightly, and there were stones on the ground. He had just run six meters when he suddenly slipped and lost his balance and fell. His forehead hit the ground, and he rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

"..."xN

Seeing Kotetsu's showy performance, Minamoto knew that the group had no intention of blocking the way. They dispersed and quickly left with Sakura and Yasha. When they passed Kotetsu who fell to the ground, Yasha accidentally stepped on him. One kick, leaving his own 43-yard footprint on that fair and tender face.

The three of them walked all the way to the Enshrinement Hall, and found that the palace, which enshrined countless war criminals and the "heroic souls" of the ancestors of the Eight Sheqi families, had been engulfed in flames. A large pile of priests and guards lay on the ground, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

The bright red blood spilled all over the ground condensed into a small stream and flowed along the gaps in the stone road. Broken limbs and corpses that moved separately were everywhere. The scene was bloody like an inhumane and barbaric slaughterhouse, which also indirectly showed the three people. The reason why he was able to escape smoothly without anyone stopping him.

Seeing this scene, both Yuan Zhisheng and Yaksha changed their expressions. They all looked at the blown-up vermilion stone wall, as if they knew what kind of bloody massacre it had witnessed in the past, and why the family wanted to destroy it. It remains as is.

Sakura, who had rummaged through garbage in the pile of corpses in her early years and had seen more horrific and bloody scenes, was not touched at all. Her eyes fell on the man sitting on the stone steps on the other side, slowly wiping the blood on the knife.

Sakura once served as a weapons keeper at the shrine. She oiled and maintained guns and swords every day. She had rich experience, so she could naturally see the randomness of the other party's techniques.

Rather than saying that he was maintaining his weapons, he was wiping away the dusty memories in his heart. But for some reason, she could see a little nervousness and panic in the man's back.

Sensing the movement behind him, the man who was cleaning the knife stopped, used the shiny blade as a mirror to look at himself, then raised his hand to wipe his face, and then turned around:

"Ah, are you done?"