Star Railway: Simulation, Kafka regrets for life

The crisp sound of gunfire awakened her dull thinking that had been pulled into the deep sea, and her gaze finally refocused through that layer of beautiful pupils.

At the edge of the line of sight, at this time stood the culprit that made her fall into the contradiction.

- Jiangcheng.

......

Kafka imagined how she would meet the teenager if this time the task was delayed and she had to go back, perhaps continuing to pretend to have a good day, or perhaps simply tearing her face and no longer letting this life hurt herself and hurt the teenager.

At least not after facing everything, what remains in the mind is still the good of the past, the beautiful banquet that is only a day later.

All this may just be a one-man rhapsody, like the originally adopted teenager.

But alone, exclusively....

I didn't expect to see a teenager here.

Only he didn't expect that the teenager would stand here with a gun in hand.

Why....

Will he be here?

Why....

Will he hold a weapon?

Is it because you know the truth about yourself, know the darkness hidden under your exterior, and know that everything about yourself is just pretending?

If so, why would he be standing here?

A teenager is a person who is diametrically opposed to himself.

People who are diametrically opposed to this world.

How can he do this without doing such a stupid and meaningless thing, and who will figure out the consequences of even doing a small thing?

In just five years, it was impossible for him to forget the powerlessness he had against demons five years ago in such a short period of time.

It's even less likely to think you can beat the Demon Hunter.

So...

The question is back to square one.

- Why?

Why would the teenager clearly do something he would not do at all, even when the first shot was empty, and he did not choose to escape.

Isn't he the kind of child who trembles in place when he sees demons?

Incomprehensible.

Unexplainable.

Unthinkable.

No one would respond to Kafka, including herself.

Until the new gunfire broke all the silence, until the girl unconsciously formed a dense silk thread beside her.

......

"Peng-"

The silk thread was touched.

But it's not the girl's side.

- It was the demon who tried to approach her, and his head exploded into flowers in the air.

Such a close distance, such a precise target.

This is no longer something that can be explained by crookedness.

What's more, this is no longer the power of ordinary firearms.

It is clear that he has really embarked on the path of destiny, and as those people say, he has reached the same pace and idea as a certain star god who is in charge of his destiny.

The current teenager can even call himself a demon hunter.

At all costs.

It is also impossible to crook at such a close distance.

Unless...

His goal is not himself at all.

So...

Why is he here?

If he didn't know the truth, he didn't look for everything he was hiding.

Kafka saw the boy holding the gun in both hands, his arms trembling slightly, and his former immature body was now able to withstand the recoil of the gun.

Jiangcheng....

Is it already this big?

In his memory, the boy seems to be the immature child who will stand in the middle of the traffic and watch the demon approach step by step but not move.

But the immature child who did not even dare to run could now take up arms.

Take up arms and defeat the devil.

Take up arms ....

Guard him.

Still is...... She?

......

Subconsciously, an idea that even the girl herself cannot explain clearly and is unwilling to admit it.

Perhaps it is the reluctance to let the teenager worry about himself.

Maybe it's just a simple desire to maintain your identity.

Kafka's hand no longer hesitated and hesitated, and the combat power belonging to the demon hunter was finally fully displayed, which was enough to tear the power here.

The enemies that seemed to have been worn out for a long time and seemed to be tricky were reduced to minced meat in an instant.

It became what the demons were supposed to become.

Once again, Kafka looked up.

Finally meeting his gaze with a gun in the distance, Jiang Cheng looked at her with deep eyes for a long time, his clear eyes as if they were immersed in the ocean in a warm beach, bright and transparent, fearful but determined.

A cold breeze blows.

Standing in the dark night, he still looked immature.

The corners of the black coat were gently raised, the silk texture was the result of her hand-selection, the white shirt was blown out of fine folds, and the ill-fitting leather weapon belt was half-hung from the undeveloped waist.

Dressed like a shrunken self, except for some differences in gender, there are some differences in appearance.

It seems that this is the first time she has faced the pupils of the teenager in this way, without disguise, without script, purely and by chance accidental encounter.

The first and second encounters were not cherished, and until the moment when they wanted to adopt, the relationship was still just a stranger they met.

After that, the official adoption, there is no completely heartfelt look at each other.

Only by using this ability to deceive something.

Go and make some completely insincere prevarication.

For example, after his behavior was discovered, he used his eyes to make the teenager give in, but in fact, his eyes did not even look at him seriously.

......

Kafka was a little reluctant to retract her gaze.

It's still those incomprehensible emotions.

It seems that it would be a pity and sadness to not seriously observe the teenager in a normal way before his happiness was broken.

This pity and pathos is not one-way, it is not limited to one person.

At this moment, she suddenly found that at the edge of the perspective, between the walls of the two ruins, a fish that slipped through the net was rushing towards the teenager, but in the blink of an eye, the claw was almost poking his face.

There is absolutely no room for thought.

The girl's fingertips subconsciously rubbed, until the moment her thoughts turned, the silk of the words and spiders had torn apart the enemies close to the teenager.

It was an act entirely instinctive, even before she realized the moment.

- The demon has been completely crushed.

She couldn't help but walk towards the teenager, but she tried to control her pace as much as possible, making her performance normal, cold and crazy.

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