Magic Punk

Even if Xuan Yi didn't turn on the sense of life and death, he could still detect the smell of death accumulated in this small courtyard. After all, he had been living next to death since he was a child.

Without much thought, Xuan Yi pushed the door hard, and then watched it fall straight inside. It could be seen that no one had entered or exited the door for at least a week, and the door shaft was already overwhelmed.

When the wooden door fell down, Xuan Yi also saw everything in the courtyard.

This is a small and simple independent courtyard. The open space of more than ten square meters at the entrance is planted with red roses and green bamboos. A big yellow and white cat is looking at him warily with its pointed pupils.

Then Xuan Yi smelled Jiu San's scent.

The smell is everywhere.

Jiu San's smell is very light, a floral fragrance similar to jasmine. Only people who often get along with her can notice it, and only those who are familiar with her like Xuan Yi can distinguish Jiu San's smell.

She once folded roses here, but the rich fragrance of the roses could not cover up the light but unique body fragrance of her body. Her scent also remained on the clump of green bamboo. Xuan Yi gently touched the green bamboo pole, and last night The remaining dew fell gently.

Only after learning that Jiu San died did Xuan Yi realize how much he actually cared about the woman who had been with him throughout his childhood.

The tabby cat gave a sharp cry, then ran up the wall and disappeared from sight. Xuan Yi woke up from his memories and walked into a small house next to the courtyard.

He knew that the big house at the front door probably housed Jiu San's parents, who were about to die, but he still wanted to know how Jiu San was doing when she was alone.

On weekdays, Jiu San is a true iceberg beauty, taciturn and cold-blooded. At the age of sixteen, she is already the best killer among her peers. She endures the pain before she dies to tell herself the crucial information. The expression of temperament.

I am just familiar with Jiu San and Xuan Yi himself, but I don’t know the real answer to the question Jiu San gave before he died.

Pushing the door open, the familiar scent of jasmine suddenly became strong. Jiu San's cabin was very small, only seven or eight square meters at most. The inside was as white as a snow cave, with only a small bed, a chair, and a very small There was a small table with the girl's unfinished copybook on it.

Xuan Yi looked at everything inside and became even more silent.

Although he was not proficient in profiling, as a basic course, Dark Star still taught him systematically, but Xuan Yi did not expect that Jiu San's daily time would be so boring.

The most outstanding commissioner of the younger generation of Dark Star, during his breaks from carrying out tasks, he only spent time here raising flowers and playing with cats. He even calmed down and practiced calligraphy boringly from book to book instead of concentrating on polishing his realm. , heading towards higher places.

Everything here remains as it was when its owner left. It seems that Jiu San will push the door in at any time, and then watch him barge in with a cold raised silver eyebrow.

But Xuan Yi understands better than anyone else that she will never wait for her master's return here.

Originally, he could leave after seeing this, but by some chance, he still walked to the table and read page by page the copybooks copied by Jiu San.

Xuan Yi rarely sees Jiu San writing, because there are not many places for writing in their work. Moreover, Star City's language and writing are unique in the world, and their scope of application is only so wide. Most of the time during the training period, they He was mastering other common languages, so after a long time, Xuan Yi saw Jiu San's handwriting again.

Jiu San's handwriting is very beautiful, at least much better than Xuan Yi's. The strokes are round and the lines are strong. He flipped through a few pages. Some of them were transcripts of newspaper reports, and some were words from popular novels. Xuan Yi was a little surprised. Jiu San also has such a hobby.

While thinking this way, Xuan Yi continued to turn the page, only to feel a heavy blow on his chest. Then he left the copybook behind as if running for his life, pushed open the door, and staggered out.

The wind from outside blew in along the open door, blowing the pages of the closed copybook like the wings of a white dove.

When the wind stopped, the copybook just stopped on the page Xuan Yi last saw.

That page was filled with densely packed words, some large and some small, some neat and some scrawled. It was obvious that the owner did not write them down at the same time, but made up for them one after another over the long years.

But those many handwritings all belong to the same character.

A word Xuan.

The girl's voice seemed to echo in this small room.

"Then do you know who my second favorite person is?"

"You guessed it wrong. I will make you unable to guess this answer for the rest of your life."

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Xuan Yi stood outside Jiu San's house for a long time, dazed and confused.

he does not know.

Jiu San hid it very well, and He Xuanyi didn't pay attention to any details at all.

He and Jiu San are essentially competitive companions. They support each other's growth, but at the same time, the death of either party will give the other party unimaginable benefits.

Sharing each other's black cards is just a small part of this benefit.

Moreover - Xuan Yi always thought that people like him were not worthy of the so-called love at all.

He is a devil kid who has killed countless people. He has more blood on his hands than most adults. He is also poisoned by a strange poison. He is lingering in this world and does not even know when he will die.

What's more, he still has Xing Lihua to take care of. He wants Xing Lihua to live with him. Even if he can't do it, he must leave enough wealth to her so that she can have food and clothing in the coming years. To live without worries so that she no longer had to do any work she didn't want to do.

How can I have the qualifications to like others like myself, and how can I have the qualifications to make others like myself?

For someone as arrogant as Jiu San, she is unwilling to confess to herself even if she dies in front of her. Probably the real reason is that she clearly knows that she doesn't like her.

So she just asked the question with infinite possibilities as a joke, and then left the world neatly, without bothering to use Xuan Yi's sympathy for herself before she died to get a hypocritical answer.

Just as Lan Liuyan like that is Lan Liuyan, so Jiu San is the real Jiu San.

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Xuan Yi stood there for a long time before finally coming back to his senses.

He stretched out his hand and gently closed the door of Jiu San's cabin, just like closing the open heart of a girl.

Then he took out the exquisite wooden box packed in a square box from his backpack and walked slowly towards the big room in front of the courtyard.

He didn't know what Jiu San meant by asking him to come, but now he has roughly guessed it.

Of course I didn't come here to peek into Jiu San's secrets.

But Jiu San believed that there was a way for him to survive, so he guided him here.