[Naraku] Just to get you

Rumbling, the thunder that had been brewing for a long time finally resounded through the world, crackling, and raindrops also fell sparsely.

"I'm so sorry..."

"Oh... cough cough cough... cough cough..."

"Master Witch, this?"

"The disease of the Lord Yindao, I have to check it carefully..."

Accompanied by these words, a gleam of light suddenly flashed from the sleeves of Clock's wide robe, and it hit the city lord's throat fiercely.

"Let them go down first!" Clock ordered to the city lord in a low voice. At the same time, the dagger in his hand was even more compacted, almost being closely connected with the weak city lord's neck.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough...Lao Langwan...you guys go down first..."

"This?"

"Cough cough... go down... cough cough..."

"Yes, Lord City Lord."

Crash, clatter, the rain outside the house suddenly became heavier, and it seemed to be pouring down.

"Cough cough...cough cough...little witch...you use the dagger...to touch my neck...cough cough...why..." Accompanied by the coughing, the dagger seemed to stab into my neck again. One point.

"Why? It's so funny! You probably recognize who I am, don't you?" Clock avoided the gaze of the eyes with red flames in his black eyes, and whispered softly in his ear Said, "Little, but, pity!"

These three words seemed to sprinkle a handful of salt on the wound of the city lord's knife, his body trembled, his eyes suddenly shrank, and then he pursed his lips and laughed again.

"Haha... cough cough... little pity... little... pity... this is really... a name that makes people miss..." Yin Dao, the city lord, grabbed it with one hand, and Hao who was holding the dagger in the clock wrist.

The clock shrugged, but found that he couldn't break free!

How could this man have so much strength when he was seriously ill!

However, this pale and slender hand did not intend to remove the dagger pinned to his neck.

"Represents paralysis...cough cough...weakness...weakness...destruction...cough cough...dirty...nouns..." The pair of red eyes locked on the clock's cheek again, and the eyes drooled, " In the end...the filthy him...with the desire for you...the desire for power...was born...I...dirty Naraku..."

"Remember, my name is—" that cheek moved closer, nose against nose, "Nai, Luo!"

At this moment of the clock, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

And the pair of eyes on the opposite side, with a light of interest, admired the familiar but unfamiliar cheek in front of him.

50 years ago, Miko Kikyo's apprentice clock

—You are still alive!

The author has something to say: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

——This is the heartfelt voice of Naraku who has collapsed _(:з」∠)_