Longmen Memoirs

"You didn't answer, what are you afraid of? When did you become so cowardly?" Lapland asked: "Because you can smell the guy who took you away, right? You can smell his scent."

"Are you waiting for him? He can't come, Texas, you should know what I mean."

"That guy won't die that easily, and you know that."

"You are right, it does surprise me, but do you know how many people in Syracuse are paying to buy your life? Texas, those guys who have been taught a lesson by us are worthy of doing this." , that woman destroyed Syracuse, including your family, we can join forces to kill them and get back what belongs to us, as long as you want, I..."

Her words suddenly stopped.

Texas didn't answer, she just kept silent and clenched the knife she took from the infected's hiding place.

"...You want to do something to me [-&

"Don't push me, Lapland."

"Hahaha, I am forcing you, you are forcing me, have you forgotten, do you think you can escape, from our past, from the shadow of your family, no, never, those who died in your hands and me The people above, those grievances and grievances that belong to us, you can never avoid these."

Lapland held out his hand.

"Come back, Texas, it's like the old days, we're still together."

Texas looked at her outstretched hand.

In the past... In the past, they fought side by side, they trusted each other with their lives and backs, they lived and died together, in Texas, under that family, they had an unforgettable past, the blood of the past, Past dangers.

But since when.

Since when did she start to feel a little tired, a little tired in this endless struggle of grievances, no, maybe from the moment the family was destroyed, in addition to revenge, she also had relief in her heart. From this kind of life she thought she would never be able to In the unstoppable struggle, in this mission of living for the family.

Her life was already doomed.

Texas silently raised the knife in his hand.

"It's over, Lapland, it's all over."

"The end? Is that your answer?"

Lapland slowly retracted her hand and pulled out the sharp blade from her waist.

"Just because of that ridiculous toy in your hand, just because of your half-dead look, you can't even stand still, Texas, do you really want to die in my hands?"

"It's useless to talk too much."

I never thought that one day I would draw swords against her.

Maybe I also thought that one day we would swing the knife at each other. There was a time when I thought we were the same. We were bathed in blood and death together, for our family and for Texas.

But this is all over.

Lapland is a special person. She appeared when I needed it most and told me how to live. She was dangerous, but also lonely. I once thought that I was just like her. I was her kind. She Think of me as her kind.

But later, I discovered that we were different.

We...are not the same kind after all.

Maybe as she said, I became timid and began to feel tired and tired of this kind of life, but I couldn't feel the way she felt.

ps: Lapland is not a brainless person, as you will know later.

Next Chapter: Two Wolves

Chapter 21 Two Wolves: Wolf Blood

Hate, incomprehension, blood, the familiar smell.

Texas rubbed the rusty metal nameplate in his hand. The edge of the nameplate with three wolf teeth imprinted on it had rusted along with the meaning it contained.

Texas closed his eyes, and time seemed to return to that autumn of that year.

The young Luper girl stood on the stairs, holding on to the handle on the edge of the stairs, looking at the dazzling silver hair half kneeling on the ground among the black coats in the vaguely crowded living room.

Miss Isa always had a smile on her face, and her maid uniform was clean and tidy. She led the girl Luper out of the black car, took off the schoolbag from her shoulder, and held the teenage girl. The girl walked into the old black three-story building.

The sun paused outside the porch.

With the porch as the boundary, the young Texan's tail gradually drooped, and the tips of his hair, which originally had a hint of red, turned into a pure gray-black as the sunlight passed.

They walked through the long corridor, the thick carpet muffled their footsteps, and there was no other sound in the quiet corridor except breathing.

A man in a black suit, Luper, was leaning on the stairs at the end of the corridor. He held a cigarette in his hand. The red firelight of the cigarette burning quietly was even more conspicuous than the dim sconce on the wall.

The door to the living room beside him was ajar, and the smell of incense and cigarettes wafted from it.

The man squinted his eyes and glanced at the two people walking over.

Texas lowered her head, and she subconsciously grabbed Miss Isa's hand. After stepping onto the first step of the stairs, she couldn't help but secretly look back at the dim living room.

Texas could always find his father's position easily. The weak light shone on the men in the room, but it could not illuminate their faces, only illuminating a pair of dark golden eyes.

The men of the family were silent.

The talker of the Texas family was sitting on the sofa in the middle, listening to the whispers of the person next to him, his exceptionally bright dark golden pupils uncertain.

Texas noticed a conspicuous figure kneeling on the living room floor.

Among all the black Lupers, her silver color was so dazzling, and she looked out of place with the crowd. The same silver tail was hanging on the ground, stained with scarlet stains. She put her head on the ground, wearing the torn black clothes on her body. Along with her thin body, she trembled slightly.

Texas saw a short knife stained with dried black blood lying on the round table next to his father, along with a gray nameplate with a broken lace.

Miss Isa gently pulled Texas' hand, and the girl looked back and followed Miss Isa upstairs.

That was the first time Texas met the lone wolf.

The courtyard was covered with withered yellow leaves, and the memory of that autumn and the white wolf seemed to have become an insignificant coincidence.

The young girl has grown up and returned to the family again from Colombia.

What remained unchanged was the ever-dark black building and the large iron gate in front of it. When Texas got off the car, she saw Ms. Isa waiting in front of the iron gate.

She is still smiling as before, maybe the years have left their mark on her.

She is far less tall than she thought she was when she was a child, and the originally spacious courtyard suddenly became much smaller.

Ms. Isa stretched out her hand, and Texas shook her head. She got out of the car without passing the bag in her hand to Ms. Isa.

My feet stepped on the fallen leaves in the courtyard, making a slight crunching sound.

Ms. Isa, who was walking in front, introduced the changes in the family to her.

There are many new faces in the family, and there are also many old faces missing. She is one of the heirs of the Texas family, and these are things she must remember in the future.

Go to the front porch.

Texas stopped. The front was bounded by the porch, and the long corridor was still as dark as before.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

In the end, she said nothing, carried her bag across the porch, walked to the end of the porch, and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the living room. The door was closed tightly this time.

She returned to her room.

"There is a party in the afternoon. Your father requires all the leaders of the family to attend, including you. I have prepared the clothes for the party. Is there anything else you need?"

Texas saw the expensive suit and red shirt hanging on the hanger in the room.

Miss Isa made her feel a lot more unfamiliar than when she was a child, perhaps because she had been away for so long.

"Thanks a lot."

"It is my duty and honor to serve you, so I will take my leave now. You can come to me at any time."

Ms. Isa left the room. She looked at the crisp suit, put down her bag, and walked to the window. Looking from the window, it seemed that nothing had changed here as before.

Except she went from being a child to one of the heirs of Texas.

family……

She put on the black suit, and the collar of the shirt was a little tight, so tight that she, a Texas girl who had just come back from the outside, felt a little bit depressed about her breathing.

Go downstairs.

There were already many faces dressed in black downstairs. At the small table in front of the living room, the two men who saw her approaching clasped the cards in their hands and stood up.

She shook her head and said nothing.

The door to the parlor was pushed open by two Luper men.

The men in the living room looked over and saw her arrival. Her eyes slowly swept through the crowded crowd and finally landed on the sofa in the center.

She saw the smile that finally appeared on her father's old face, and she also saw the conspicuous silver Luper standing in the crowd.

Their eyes met briefly in the air, and then looked away at the same time.

Texas is back where she belongs and her family.

Sweat dripped from Texas's forehead, and all the targets in the training room were fatally hit.

She let go of the sword in her hand and was about to take a rest and leave.

"Not bad, really good. They are all fatal in one blow. It can be seen that they have put in a lot of effort."

Texas suddenly clenched the weapon in his hand and looked towards the source of the sound.

The white wolf leaned behind her at the door of the training ground, and slowly lowered his clapping hands.

She walked toward Texas, fingering away the sword pointed at her.

The wolf saw the confusion in her eyes.

She smiled, bowed slightly, and was polite.

"... Lapland, you can call me that, I am your father's subordinate, and I will also be your subordinate, provided that you can successfully inherit this Texas."

Texas' grip on the sword gradually loosened.

She ignored the family member named Lapland, walked around her and walked towards the door.

Lapland's voice sounded behind him.

"If I had just attacked you and you were dead now, your enemy would not be standing there waiting for you to attack the target in the field."

She looked at Texas's leaving figure, and Texas suddenly stopped.

"You said if."

She said, disappearing out the door.

The smile on Lapland's lips grew brighter.

At that time, she had not suffered from that disease, nor was she that crazy. Although she had always been alone, few people were willing to stay with a wolf like her.

Lapland, she is a sharp sword in the Texas family, a butcher's knife in the hands of the family's speaker.

The Texas family became more and more prosperous and prosperous. Among the twelve families of Syracuse, Texas' voice became more and more important, and she had more and more experiences.

As one of the nominal heirs of the family, she must take over the family's various businesses, and also face the family's enemies. The family's business and battles are stained with a lot of blood, both overt and covert.

She must adapt to these as quickly as possible, regard herself as a member of the family, and regard the family as her mission.

The first time she killed someone, it was always easy, so she became more and more accustomed to it. She learned quickly. She was an excellent heir and a member of an excellent family.

Her excellence includes the opponents she eliminated with her own hands, the blood stained on her hands, her coldness, her indifference, and the fear of other families towards her.

Lady Texas, she was called at the black table where the Syracuse family met.

Every family has its own symbol, and in order to show their strength and status, the main characters of each family will make a distinction between Clothiers and other Lupers.

White suit and red shirt, this was her signature.

Gradually she became【*

But you can often see this white wolf in life.

This unpopular wolf, even in Texas, never considers herself a Texan, and she likes how others see her.

She sometimes smiles so exaggeratedly that one could easily think she is crazy.

A lonely and wanton madman who no one understands, she lives in her own world, and there should still be a place for Texas in her world.

Brilliant family, brilliant Texas.

The plan against Texas was launched one night. Syracuse had never been so united. Maybe it was a conspiracy from a certain woman, maybe it was a threat from Texas.