[Naraku] Just to get you

The air seemed to condense for a moment, but it was only for this moment.

"Heh..." Naraku's snort was the first to break the stagnation, "Like it? Clock, if you want such a rough definition, it's fine, but you have to understand one thing."

One hand of the clock was held by Naluo and pressed against the chest, under the palm was the sound of a powerful heartbeat, beating thump-thump-thump.

"you?"

Although Clock had the cheek to pierce the film, he was still a little incapable of accepting this seemingly ambiguous behavior on the premise of liking it.

But he struggled a few times, but he didn't move. Forget it, it's not that Naluo didn't get the strange strength himself.

"What are you doing, Naraku?" Clock's tone became slightly calmer after some thought struggle.

"As you can feel now, this heart is beating now, and it is especially intense in front of you. You don't understand what it means..." Naraku smiled, his eyebrows drooped slightly, revealing a sad look Means, "Not just for living, but for you, clock. So..."

"So, what's wrong with it?"

"...it became my Naraku's curse. And you will use this heart to stimulate me. However, this is also the meaning of the game. The clock..." Naraku raised a hand to flick the clock, and his temple hair fell slightly A few petals of cherry blossoms, "... cherish this peaceful time, after all, this is my last kindness to you..."

"Kindness? Have you been kind to me, Naraku?"

"Why, you don't know? But it doesn't matter. There is nothing impossible for me, Naraku, to do. After all, people's hearts are too fragile, so fragile..." Naraku's head was close to the clock's cheek, two red The flame-like eyes looked at the black grape-like pupils of the clock.

"What are you staring at me for?"

Naraku leaned closer for another moment, and the clock seemed to think of something and tilted its head slightly.

"Heh..." The hot air hit the clock's ear, and Naraku said with a smile, "So fragile, one day, you and this heart will be buried in the depths of hell together."

"You!" Clock suddenly turned his head, and Naraku had already straightened his body.

"What do you think I'm staring at you, clock?" Naluo put down the wrist of the clock, and said calmly, "Although your outfit today is good, it's just good."

"You broke all the good things, I don't want to see you again today, clock." Naraku was wearing a light purple underwear, wide brocade trousers, black curly hair slightly sideways, turned and left.

With a sound of "swish", an arrow shot over like a meteor, passing through Naluo's hair, and was nailing to the crossbar inside the house, the tail of the arrow was still buzzing and trembling.

A strand of black hair slowly drifted down from between his temples.

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