[Naraku] Just to get you

Whoosh!Right in the heart!

"Clock, your archery skills are getting better and better." Wu Zai agreed pertinently, although he didn't speak much, but his eyes were full of relief.

"Well, it's also Wu's teaching." Putting away the mischievous look outside the crowd, the clock retracted the leg that the archer stepped out in a very regular manner, and stood in a very regular posture.

He said that he admired this witch who was also a teacher and mother from the bottom of his heart.

Now the 15-year-old clock is as tall as Wu, and Wu leans close to his hairline, pulls up his waist-length hair, and strokes it carefully.

"When you arrive, I'll let you change into this daughter's attire." Wu's thoughts seemed to be distracted by the long hair.

"Why, Wu? I have already passed the age of sickness!" This is also something that the clock can't understand.

"Why? I also want to know, probably because of God's intention. For example, your witch power was also given to you by God. Cherish the clock." Wu's answer was ambiguous.

Hey, there is no way, backward productivity is always accompanied by some divine arrangements.As for the so-called monsters in this era, they are selectively ignored by the clock.Anyway, those things will be shot away by his arrow feathers, just treat them as insecticides, the clock comforts itself like this.

When the wind picked up, the falling cherry blossoms in the yard were blown into a few light swirls, and mischievously sprinkled on the ends of their temples and hair, which were exactly the same.

Why do I look like a daughter? God treats me so disrespectfully!

For this, the clock looks sadly at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

The sun was slanting slightly to the west, and the clock carried his own things and hurried to the back mountain briskly. He had been doing this for half a month.

"Little poor, I'm here to see you." There was a rustle at the entrance of the cave, and the clock bent slightly into the cave.

Those stagnant eyes have already begun to roll.

"Ho...ho..." The mummy-like person was sipping hard, he was desperately thirsting for energy to quickly fill his dwindling vitality.

However, it is undeniable that even if his injuries get better, he can only live like a mummy in this life. Clock, who is proficient in pharmacology, has a deep understanding of this.

"Ho... ho... who..." The pair of red-lidded eyes firmly bit the clock's cheek.

The back of the clock shuddered, and he patted his cheek lightly - he was cowardly enough, he, who had killed countless insects, was actually frightened by the eyes of a wounded patient.

If Wu knows, maybe he will say something to the clock.

The author has something to say: Thank you, Little Angel Passerby for your warm comment (≧?≦)/