Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

Feng Mo said there was a change, which meant that something happened to his treasured girl.

He wanted to see who among the right-hand man he had found with great difficulty had the courage to lay a hand on her!

Musashi Province itself was not big, and his horse was fast, so before long he could see the shadow of the small village in the distance.

The faint firelight startled him and he subconsciously urged his horse to go faster.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Fengmo, who had been waiting for a long time, bowed to him and spoke in an urgent tone.

"Sir, please go in and take a look."

"It seems that something happened to the young lady you asked us to look after."

Yuan Qingya walked forward indifferently. After he saw clearly what was happening here, he subconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The foot soldiers of Edo Castle were confronting the vagrants, protecting Ao in the middle.

The girl in green clothes and white hair knelt on the ground helplessly, her hair disheveled and her eyes empty.

Behind her, a raging fire was burning fiercely, like a medieval stake.

Ah Qing seemed to sense Yuan Qingya's arrival.

She glanced at Yuan Qingya with lifeless eyes, her pupils filled with tears.

Her tragic laugh was like the fireworks of summer that were about to disappear.

"Hello, Lord Koji."

"I've become a monster."

"Does what you said still count?"

Chapter 284: Green Lantern

"Ah Qing is always talking nonsense, his white hair is so scary, and he likes ghost stories, he must be some kind of weirdo!"

This rumor is no longer a secret in this small village.

The white-haired girl's situation was indeed not good, she was just enjoying herself and pretending not to notice.

At least, the children in the village are still interested in her strange stories.

Therefore, sharing ghost stories with these children has become one of the greatest pleasures in her life.

But this behavior is naturally incomprehensible in the eyes of parents who regard her as an alien.

"She is a man-eating monster who specializes in making up stories to trick children and then eat them."

Thoughtless, sarcastic remarks fell upon her.

Gradually, fewer and fewer children were willing to listen to her stories.

So, on the day she met Yuan Qingya, she felt a little fortunate.

Maybe it's not bad to start a new life.

At least I can read more books and write more stories.

Moreover, the story of the handsome young master Genji from Kyoto seems to be able to be written into a long book.

That's what she thought.

After telling the children the agreed 100th story, she decided to leave, leaving the place where she grew up.

Even though few people have listened to her story, even though she is just wasting her words in vain, it cannot change people's opinion of her.

but.

As long as there is one listener, her story will continue to the end.

That night, she was telling her last story.

It is the story of the Phoenix fire that flickers on the sea.

There were very few listeners, most of whom were children who sneaked out after their parents went to bed.

She was so immersed in her own story that when she came to her senses, it was already dawn.

All the audience left.

She didn't doubt him and stumbled out of the door.

The sun was extremely dazzling, the air was somewhat scorching, and countless eyes were cast on her.

"Finally, the true form is revealed."

The village chief who watched her grow up said this with a stern expression.

"Tie her up and burn her!"

"I told you, she must be a bad omen. I've never seen such horrible white hair!"

"Not long after she was born, her parents died at the hands of bandits. Maybe she was the one who killed them!"

"Now that I think about it! Our village has been having bad luck in the past few years, it must be because of this monster!"

The white-haired girl, whose face was pale and whose body was emitting a strange green light, was speechless.

The facts were set in stone, and rumors were rampant, becoming commonplace and justified. Under the condemnation of thousands of people, the frail girl fell helplessly and was escorted to the fire.

She is very smart.

She knew what was coming.

She is very calm.

Because with her personality, life and death are not a big fear for her.

She maintained this calm expression until her manuscripts were searched out, gathered together, and prepared to be thrown into the fire and burned.

Her expression became agitated, and she struggled to break free from the villagers' restraints and stood in front of the manuscript.

That was the thing she valued most, more than her life.

"What are you doing? Don't burn my books!"

Foolish people will not wake up from this level of resistance, they will only become more aggressive.

She had just completed the transformation into a monster by chance. She was half human, half monster, and with her weak body, it was impossible for her to prevent the nightmare from happening.

The manuscript, which was soaked with her hard work for countless days and nights and created by copying it stroke by stroke, was burned.

At that moment, she felt more miserable than death.

"Books are innocent."

She sighed softly, collapsed to the ground, and looked at the sky helplessly.

Despite the distortion of the thick smoke, the sky is still blue.

But she probably won’t be able to see this sky again in the future.

Fuma, whom Yuan Qingya trusted, was not a good-for-nothing. After all, he was a ninja and was very quick. He discovered the situation in the village, sent people to find the master immediately, and then rushed in immediately to stop those fools.

However, the manuscript that was burned to ashes cannot be recovered.

The ignorant people fear these samurai masters with swords on their waists even more than they fear monsters.

So, they waited for Yuan Qingya to arrive late.

The half-demon girl, who looked panicked, haggard and helpless, looked at the Lord of Edo Castle with a miserable smile, and seemed to have used up her last bit of strength to ask a question.

"Does what you said still count?"

Yuan Qingya knew what happened almost instantly.

He smelled a demonic aura that was becoming extremely obvious.

He was filled with regret, and he hated himself for not thinking of this situation. Indeed, the girl in front of him had already been infected by demonic energy and had the possibility of turning into a demon.

But he didn't take it to heart.

This is a dereliction of duty on his part.

He walked over quickly and half-knelt on the ground. He looked directly at the white-haired girl with ripples of green light. She didn't look like an ordinary person, and her tone was extremely gentle.

“Of course it counts.”

"What's wrong with a monster? I already have a big monster living in my house. Even if I add another person, it won't make me poor."

The white-haired girl suddenly looked up, and a hint of life appeared in her dead eyes.

No matter how well-read she is, she is still constrained by the "times" and her ideas are imprisoned in a cage.

Yuan Qingya is different. He comes from the modern society a thousand years later.

He really does not discriminate against the so-called "monsters". As long as they do not do evil, there is no difference between them and humans.

But almost everyone in this era doesn’t think so.

Monsters are like man-eating evil spirits and ferocious beasts. They can be killed without asking why. It is imperative to eradicate them completely.

The white-haired girl had fantasized about her ending. Well, killing the evil monster in public would be a major event that would boost the morale of the people.

If I could die in his hands.

It's better than being burned to death, right?

Next life. If there is a next life, if I had met that person earlier, would my life trajectory be different from now?

While she was lost in thought, she heard a gentle answer.

When I raised my head, I saw calm and caring eyes.

The grievance in her heart burst out and she could no longer hold it in.

Subconsciously, she leaned in the boy's arms, tears streaming down her face, unable to calm down.

"My books, all of them are gone."

Yuan Qingya patted her junior gently and comforted him softly.

"It's okay, I'll buy you a new one."

"I'll contact my second brother when I get back and ask him to send you a few truckloads of books. Don't cry. These dead things are not worth your tears."