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Seeing the owner coming, Xiao Feijiu didn't leave the comfortable hair top, spread his wings and yelled at her, as if he was a little proud of how suitable a nest he had found.

Onitsuka Hanae smiled with crooked eyebrows, stood a few steps away from him, and pointed at the flamboyant bird on top of his hair.

"It's called Sparrow Branch, isn't it cute?"

The samurai who had been wandering in this world for hundreds of years looked at her steadily and did not speak.

She was wearing a cherry blossom-colored kimono, her long golden-pink hair seemed to have a faint halo under the moonlight, and a familiar smile appeared on her porcelain-white and beautiful face, so her face, which was gradually blurred in hundreds of years of displacement, gradually became clear again .

Is this a dream?

Even if it's a dream, how can a wicked ghost like me still get such favor?

"Onitsuka Hanae, please give me your advice."

[Onitsuka Hanagi, please advise Mr. Yan Sheng. 】

Overlapping with the scenes in his memory, Hei Si Mou couldn't tell for a while whether he was in Ji Guoyan Sheng of the ghost killing team hundreds of years ago, or Hei Si Mou, who had fallen into evil spirits and never reincarnated. .

His voice was a little dry, his hand on the handle of the sun wheel was tightened, and he whispered: "Hei Si Mou."

Onitsuka Hanae thinks this name has a personality, but it doesn't look like her real name.He was wearing a ferocious ghost mask, and Onizuka Hana couldn't see his face, but the outfit of ponytail, samurai outfit, dark feathers, and Japanese sword was too familiar. She tentatively walked towards Silence The samurai took two steps aside.

Hei Si Mou, who had never been afraid in the face of thousands of troops, quietly took half a step back.

Onitsuka Hanae slowly typed out:?

The first brother Shangxian who realized that his actions were discovered: ...

Onitsuka Hanae couldn't help but look up at the smug little dumpling above the samurai's head, this... is it that people are not as good as birds?

Strangely, Hei Si Mou seemed to understand the meaning contained in her expression, and a familiar amused smile appeared in his heart. He turned his face away and gave a light cough, and took another half step silently, returning to his original position.

"Pfft." Onitsuka Hanae couldn't help laughing.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I offended you. Thank you for taking in this naughty little guy, but it's getting late, I should go." She stretched out her hand and waved at the sparrow branch, Xiaotuanzi shook her wings, It flew to her shoulder, carrying a scent of rosin that did not belong to her.

This taste is very special, thick and gloomy, full of reserved aristocratic atmosphere, arrogant and exclusive.

Onitsuka Hanae suddenly paused, then turned to look at him, and after a long time——

"I suddenly remembered that there was something left on the street, can I trouble Mr. Samurai to accompany me back?"

"......it is good."

There is still a bit of desolate coldness in the suburbs late at night, and it is even more cold in late autumn after the autumn festival.Onitsuka Hanae just sneezed, and there was a dark checked haori in front of her eyes.

"Huh?" Onitsuka Hanae felt the thick enough [key] kimono on her body, and felt that she didn't need to add another piece of clothing.

Then, the hand in front of her pushed her in front of her again, stubbornly as if she would never give up until she put on this dress.

Onizuka Hanae felt for a moment that she had felt the fear of being dominated by Lord Yan Sheng in the Ghost Killing Team. The cold-faced and warm-hearted Samurai-sama would do one thing after another every time she finished training and was sweating profusely. Tuck her clothes.

Touched, it was really touched.

Hot, that's really hot.

However, such kindness is completely irresistible, so every time after training, she will drag a pile of clothes, like a... walking clothes rack.

God knows why Lord Yan Sheng always likes to buy clothes for her so much!Does she look like one of those Barbie dolls on display in a cabinet?

Thinking of this, Onitsuka Hanae could only touch the tip of her nose and put it on obediently.

Wearing the right haori on a samurai who is nearly 1.9 meters high, and wearing it on a girl who is less than 1.6 meters tall, it looks like a child who has stolen an adult's clothes, which only makes her look more exquisite and small.

She is wearing her own haori.

Hei Si Mou's eyes hidden under the mask deepened. This recognition made him feel a kind of excitement from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't feel it when he fought against many swordsmen. It came from the trembling of the soul.

"Mr. Heishimou's haori has a very good smell. May I ask, where did you buy this rosin?" She turned her head and asked as she walked forward.

"I made it myself." The man in the samurai uniform replied.

Onitsuka Hanae just raised Haori's folded hand, put her fingertips in front of her nose and smelled it, and there was still a little rosin smell.

"So that's how it is, what a coincidence." She kicked her clogs lightly to the ground, like a melody under the moonlight, "This kind of rosin is very suitable for you, Mr. Samurai."

【Ah, is it rosin?I didn't expect you to make incense, it's amazing! 】

【smell?Of course it smells good. 】

【Well, I don't know much about this, but I think this taste is very suitable for Mr. Yan Sheng!That feeling of peace of mind and reliability is just like the smell of this rosin. 】

The past and memories that he thought he had abandoned long ago seemed to revive at the moment when he reunited with her, and they were more vivid and bright.

Hei Si Mou took out a small wooden box from his arms and handed it over.

In the long and gloomy life of ghosts, only this scent of rosin has not been infected with the rancid smell of evil ghosts.

Onitsuka Hanagi took it over, obviously it was a small box handed over from the palm of his hand, but it was as cold as the night.

The girl paused invisibly, then received it in the sleeve pocket of the kimono, and shook it, "Then I won't be polite."

The little snowball standing on her shoulder curiously flew to the sleeve bag and pecked at it, and then flew to the shoulder of the tall warrior beside her, as if it felt that such a height would make it feel condescending.

"You can't be so presumptuous, Sparrow." Sensing the sudden tense movement of the samurai beside her, she stretched out her palm and explained to him with a smile: "It's usually very polite, but ah, maybe it's I like you so much, so I always love to run by your side."

She didn't realize that when she stretched out her hand to try to make the bird fall back to her palm, the distance she unconsciously moved towards her had exceeded a certain critical relationship.

"...I don't mind." Hei Si Mou noticed it, pursed his lips, but did not distance himself.

"That's great, maybe you want to touch it?" She held up her hand, smiling like a flower.

It feels fluffy to the touch, yet warm. After holding the cold knife handle for 400 years, he was stunned for a moment before realizing... This is something that ghosts cannot have. It belongs to life, no, it belongs to life alone. The temperature of the flower branch.

【My lord brother, isn't holding the knife for protection?The sword wielded for such a life is what I pursue. 】

Hei Si Mou withdrew his hand and asked her in a low voice, "What do you want?"

Onitsuka Hanae stopped in her tracks, tilted her head and smiled brightly at him, "I want to watch a gorgeous and respectable swordplay. Just like the one I've seen before."

400 years ago, the girl from another world who broke into the ghost killing team for the first time was fortunate to witness such an extremely gorgeous swordsmanship duel. For the first time, she felt something called "the belief in victory" - that kind of belief His goal is so persistent that his willpower is terrifying, a light that is more dazzling than Jianguang.

[Girl Onitsuka, who do you think will be the winner of this competition? 】

【Master Yuan won this competition. 】

【...But Mr. Yan Sheng is the one worthy of respect in this competition. 】

Hei Si Mou, no, the mottled scenes in Ji Guo Yan Sheng's memory gradually emerged clearly, the joy of accidentally hearing this conversation from Yan Zhu's mouth, it seems that it has not been eroded by time at all, and swept away again like a tide .

The samurai nodded silently.

The moonlight shone on the ground, and the sword blade was as gorgeous as the moonlight in silver. In the open mountains and fields, the chilling and cold sword light was somewhat desolate and gentle.

In the light of the sword, he saw Huazhi's smile with crooked eyebrows, like the bright spring light that dispelled the darkness, and the iris-colored pupils reflecting the moonlight shone brightly, looking extremely gentle.

Walking in the dark for too long will make you crave the sun even more.But how can evil spirits deserve this kind of warmth? When the real sun appears, such tenderness will disappear like dew.

Yuanyi is the real sun, and he is just chasing the sun, the moon that is given light by the sun, and the flowers blooming on the branches... cannot be separated from the sun.

If there is such a vampire technique, it can shrink people down.He might catch that ghost right away, turn the lost girl in front of him into the size of a doll, and carefully put it in his breast pocket, closest to his heart.

Perhaps there will be such a blood ghost technique that can integrate people into one's own flesh and blood, turning two people into one, using this body to make a treasure box, and hiding her secretly, so that no one can find her , no one can take her away.

But ah...

He touched the left chest with one hand, where the heart had already stopped beating.

And he has already turned into an evil ghost, never reincarnated, and the number of dead souls buried is unknown. How can it be made into a clean treasure box to treasure this unique pearl?

"Meeting old friends? Huh? Why do she have so many troublesome old friends!" In the wooden house, Tokito Ichiro looked at the message on the water curtain that gradually disappeared in front of him, curled his lips.As one of the "troublesome old friends" in his mouth, Sato touched his nose and changed the subject: "How are you cleaning up?"

Just as Shi Tou Ichiro was about to nod, he suddenly hammered the palm of his right hand with his left hand, and suddenly remembered.

"I have to go to the woods behind to worship, tsk, I'm so troublesome! I don't know which line of ancestors it is, and there is no one to worship, so let us come!"

As he said that, he prepared some more things for worship, and shouted at Muichiro.Sato and Giyuu were worried about letting the two unarmed children go to the woods, and followed them.

On the way, Sato asked again, "Ichiro, do you know that there are other descendants of Rihu's blood besides yours? If there are, we have to hurry up and go there after sending you to the wisteria flower house." Looking for someone else."

Shitou Ichiro let out a huff. After knowing that the blood of Rihu may be the reason why they can only be forced to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests for generations, he is very sensitive to this word and hates it, "This kind of unlucky blood, Other than the two of us, who else would be in trouble!"

As soon as the words were finished, only rustling sounds came from nearby, as if someone was running towards this side quickly.

As if smelling something, Satoshi's expression froze, and he pulled out the knife in an instant, and the gorgeous sword light fell like a stream of water, and the head of an evil spirit fell to the ground, while the young man who was being chased by the evil spirit held his chest and raised his face——

Hey!

Shi Tou Ichiro silently looked at the twin brother next to him, his face was so familiar!Speaking of unlucky ghosts, did unlucky ghosts really appear? !

Satoshi and Giyuu were also silent, this is... too coincidental, isn't it?

The boy who claimed to be Ji Guoyueyan was sixteen years old, and had a face similar to theirs, but seemed more handsome.Regardless of the eight generations of blood relationship he said he had with the Shitou brothers, Shitou Ichiro didn't want to waste any more time, grabbed his wrist and ran forward, saying as he ran: "Since we are all the same ancestor, then we are the same Let me go to worship together, don't waste time."

Soon, under full acceleration, they came to a solitary mound. There was no monument, but a slightly bulging grave, which showed that the dead had been buried here.

Shi Tou Yilang divided the sacrifice into three parts, kept one part for himself, gave one part to his younger brother, and stuffed one part into Ji Guoyueyan's hands.

Oniwu Tsuji Wuyou, who was aliased as Ji Guoyueyan, desperately told himself to be patient. After all, this is a rare good opportunity. While Onitsuka Hanae is not here, first break into the interior, and then he will naturally become the real successor. The blood of the country, captured the heart of Onitsuka Hana, hanged and beat Ji Guo brothers, and reached the pinnacle of ghost life!

Muichiro had never been here before, so he asked his brother curiously: "Nissan, whose tomb is this?"

While arranging the fruit, Shi Touichiro prayed absently, and then replied casually: "I remember, it seems to be called something, right? Well, it seems to be Yuanyi?"

Just as he finished speaking, he heard the fruit in Jiguo Yueyan's hands drop to the ground. He stared straight at the grave, his face paler than a ghost.

At the same time, Ji Guoyuan, who was working voluntarily picking up garbage in Santuchuan, raised his head in doubt, "It seems that someone is worshiping me?"

Faced with such a free labor force that does not require wages and works diligently, even if the ghosts are like ghost lights, they are quite tolerant. He closed the workbook in his hand with a snap, and said unintentionally when he passed by, "I don't know if Mr. Yuan will listen to it." As I said, the Santu River where you are now is the junction of this place and that place.”

Ji Guoyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he only said thank you to him in a subtle way.

He has already heard the meaning of Mr. Ghost Lantern. If he peeps here, even if he is deprived of his godhead, he will not have to be subject to all kinds of constraints when he was exiled to Taoyuan Township.

Ji Guoyuan didn't hesitate any longer, the Santuchuan River in front of him turned into a mirror, reflecting the appearance of the world.

The two swordsmen with the Japanese sword, and Tokito Ichiro and Tokito Wuichiro who appeared one after another made him smile knowingly, and then his eyes fell on the last person in front of the grave …

He paused for a moment.