~： First year story 006, entrusted

When the woman saw that the little beggar didn't pick him up, she stopped reluctantly. After she looked at the sleeping sweet face of the baby girl in her arms, she smiled some relief and began to eat.

The man sat on the snow next to the little beggar, saw the bread he was holding, and saw the blood on his hand. It was this blood that made the man's face flashed in doubt again, and he said: "Lan, look, the blood on his hand..."

The woman glanced at her, shoved the cake into her mouth and waved her finger gently, and some snow flakes slowly flew on her fingertips.

"Don't worry, it's not him. However, I am more convinced of his calmness. Maybe after we die..."

"No, you won't die! Both you and our children will live well. And I will protect you from living!"

The man showed a look of indignation, gritted his teeth, as if very unwilling. At this time, the little beggar could see clearly that the man's hand was as thin as a woman's, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth from time to time.

The woman stopped talking, she finished the cake and looked at the child in her arms kindly. Her daughter was sleeping very heavily, with a slight blush on her little face. Looking at this blush, both the woman and the man seemed silly. It seems that no matter how great the danger is, no matter how great the dilemma is, they can have the courage to face it.

but……

Today is a snowstorm night.

How long can a person's life last on a snowstorm night?

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The snow in the air suddenly began to rush. The man became alert first, and drew out the well-decorated saber with a scream! Seeing the man's appearance, the woman immediately became vigilant and stood behind the man.

"He... are they here?"

"Well. There are a lot of them. And...we are already surrounded."

"Byron, we... what do we do? We can't reach the Bucks Empire anymore?"

The man gritted his teeth, the blood at the corner of his mouth was always pouring out slowly. It seems that even this time, he was not sure to say something to protect his wife and daughter.

"Damn... if it's not poisoned... if it's not someone who accidentally fell into the trap...! How could the ‘key’ organization be the opponent of the two of us!"

The little beggar listened to the conversation between the two, and by intuition, he knew that danger was approaching here. The first reaction was that he wanted to escape. Run away!

The blizzard has become more fierce. Suddenly a few fireworks burst into the dark night sky! The man was anxious in his heart, but this anxiety triggered his own poisonous injury even more, and a mouthful of rich blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth!

It's not working anymore. The poison has eroded the couple's internal organs, and it is a miracle to be able to hold on to it. Seeing the man vomiting blood and falling down, the woman was also very anxious, and couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, and knelt down beside her husband.

The blood sprinkled on the cold snow and turned into red crystals. These solids, which exude the bright colors of rubies, at this moment symbolize that the fire of their lives is about to burn out. The man felt the kneeling of the woman beside him, gritted his teeth and stood up again.

However, when he stood up again, he inserted the saber in his hand into the snow, and then grabbed the black sword at his waist, holding the hilt of the sword that was locked by heavy chains...

"No! Byron, this sword...!"

The woman looked terrified when she saw Byron's movements.

The man snorted: "We can't die...Neither can our children! I need strength...I need the strength to protect you!"

"But this sword is...!"

"Relax! I will not be swallowed by it. I believe that with my strength and determination... I will never be swallowed by it! Lan, I will take you out of here... Then, reorganize our home!"

Blue veins began to appear on the man's arm. The black sword kept shaking in his hand. The black chain clasped the hilt tightly...

"Get me out of the scabbard! I, as your master, order you to get me out of the scabbard! Devil sword, dark annihilation!!!"

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Man, spit out a mouthful of blood. He knelt down, and the poison corroded his body again while he was excited.

The sword is not unsheathed. The tight chain answered its "master" with coldness and silence.

"Sure enough... still can't...?"

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the sword sadly.

"I am not qualified... why... even I am not qualified...? Under the hood... who else is qualified to pull you out? Use your power?"

The man was silent. But after a brief silence, he stood up with his saber and held up the woman, and was about to flee deeper in the alley.

Both of them were very tired, and the poison eroded their bodies and wasted their strength. Not to mention fleeing, now they almost have difficulty walking. If this continues, they will fall down at any time and then die.

At this moment, the woman saw the little beggar's body that was about to run away, and she couldn't care about anything else, she stretched out her hand.

The snowflakes in the sky began to circulate under the power of the woman, pulling the little beggar who was about to escape abruptly. At this last moment, the woman had nothing to care about, and squeezed the baby girl in her arms into the hands of the little beggar.

"Please...child...protect...our daughter...take care of...she...!"

The little beggar was stunned. He looked at the sleeping little baby girl in his arms, unable to think for a while. At this moment, the man turned his head, and when he saw his wife entrust his daughter to a little beggar, he was surprised at first, but then he gritted his teeth in the same way, pulled out the black sword that was heavily chained, and stuffed it together. In the hands of the little boy.

"Kid, remember! You must not let my daughter and this sword fall into the hands of other people! You...give me to the Bucks Empire, to the Royal Academy of Divine Grace... Combine my daughter with this Give the sword to Principal Campa there! I beg you...definitely...do this! Then even if our husband and wife are destroyed physically and mentally, we will thank you forever!"

The black sword is heavy, heavier than the body of the little girl. The little beggar's ambition finally came back. At the moment when he wanted to categorically refuse and then run away, the woman took out a letter from her arms and stuffed it into the baby girl's swaddle, and pushed the little beggar.

"Hurry up! Please... hurry up and take my daughter... go!"

"Here! They are here!"

"Found them! Go report it to the lord!"

"Catch them!"

Suddenly, the shouts of the crowd began to ring around. The little beggar's nerves tightened. At this moment, he couldn't care about anything anymore, holding the baby girl and the sword and ran away! He got into another corner of the alley and after looking around, he immediately flipped the lid of a trash can and jumped in. The moment he just closed the lid, there was a rush of footsteps rushing in the direction of the man and the woman. Soon, the sound of the collision of weapons and the call of death resounded through the sky under the snowy night.

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In the night full of death, the red added more killing air.

The sword pierces the snowflakes. When the human muscle is crossed, a blood line is brought out.

The hexagonal crystals circled in the air, sticking to the skin with body temperature, instantly taking away the warmth.

This place has become a **** world, but Blizzard is silent, continuing to act as a bystander to this scene.

The man and the woman are back to back, too many wounds have been added to their bodies. They were panting, their feet trembling constantly.

Around them, a dozen people who had become corpses lay. But besides these corpses, there are more people with weapons surrounding them, ready to charge.

The fighting continued, and the frequency of attacks by the two men had become lower and lower. Severe blood loss and poisonous injuries eroded their consciousness bit by bit, announcing their death...

"It's unimaginable." After laying down a few more corpses, the crowd surrounding the two began to separate slowly. From it came out a man with a black cloak all over his body. His face is hidden behind the black cloak, but in his left hand, he holds a human skull, and the eyes of the skull emit a dark blue light.

"After being poisoned by me, the two of them could still last for five days, and also killed so many of my subordinates? Haha, I have to admire your performance."

The man gritted his teeth and pointed the sword in his hand at the man in the cloak. After screaming loudly, he quickly rushed forward to prepare for the assassination, but his body was really too tired, and this sword was easily avoided by the opponent.

"'Sword of Broken Sky' Byron Wood. Among the younger generation, you are worthy of being the strongest. No, even among some of the older generation's masters, you can be regarded as a capable school. Character."

The man in the cloak said in a relaxed tone, and when he avoided it, he gently hooked his foot and tripped the man to the ground. The four men immediately stepped forward and pierced the man's limbs with four spears, nailing him to the snow.

The burst of blood stained the pure snowflakes. Seeing her husband's suffering, the woman let out an exclamation, folded her hands, and the snowflakes around her immediately condensed into icicles, piercing the hearts of the four people in an instant.

The woman rushed up, but the man in the cloak stopped in front of her in time. The skull of the left hand struck out strangely, directly hitting the woman's belly, blasting her away. Hello, they stepped forward again, and inserted the sword into her limbs without hesitation, and let her be treated the same as her husband.

"A woman who can use mystical powers is a pure and beautiful woman like an orchid. Can you imagine it? Think of the beauty who made the entire sad continent crazy, let the kings of three countries start wars for you, and make countless people The woman who died because of one of your jokes is lying here, unable to move."