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Although he experienced another death, beyond Jingujiquan's expectation, he did not have the feeling of tearing his soul out of his body.

Whether it was suffocation, coughing, or pain, it was like a big distant dream, gently floating away from his body, he almost closed his eyes with the ease of falling asleep, and when he woke up again It will become a ghost that no one can see, but it is strange that this time he is not at all unwilling to die like before.

Maybe it was because this death was his own will?

Speaking of which, Jingongjiquan didn't have any friends that he could make friends with. It's not that others are not good enough, nor is his vision too high. It's just that he woke up countless times in the past and had to face a very fast The fact that he will die, so he naturally lost the idea of ​​wanting to make a good friend and maintain a relationship.

This is true of friendship, and of course love is even more so.

Jingujiquan doesn't mind having relationships with others, but that can only be limited to purely physical relationships. After all, for a person whose life is precarious, it is too cruel and too ironic to talk about each other forever. Although it's scum, it's not unscrupulous enough to deceive people's feelings.

And... due to various reasons, Jingongjiquan is still a baby, the kind who has never even kissed anyone with a small mouth.

Thinking about it makes me feel really miserable.

In the rare relief, he was bored thinking about these things that he had never thought about before.

If you have the chance, why don't you try dating a girl... or a boy.He has a very weak idea of ​​the gulf between genders. After all, he has even done cats and dogs, so how could he not have been a girl? It doesn't seem to make any difference whether the object is a man or a woman...

Thinking of this, even Jinguji himself couldn't help being surprised by his fraternity.

Then, as if the gravitational force suddenly increased, the ground called for the return of the wanderer, and the sleeping soul floating quietly in the dark responded to the sound from afar, and in the sweet dreamland, it turned into dots of golden fluorescence, and the mountains roared and the seas roared. to unknown places.

Ah... so heavy...

So, where did this go...

Jingujiquan adjusted his breathing, trying his best to reduce the burden on his body.

It is really rare for him to wake up with a body. Generally, he has to drift for a long time and wait for a long time before he can find a suitable body for him to rest for a short time. Most of the bodies are actually of poor quality. It's up to him to be picky.

He moved his fingers, but couldn't feel the existence of his limbs. He probably hadn't gotten used to it yet. He wasn't in a hurry, and he wasn't even in a hurry to open his eyes to see where it was.

As long as it comes, it will be safe, and it is enough to be happy to be alive. Even if he wakes up and finds that he is in a garbage dump, he has experienced such a thing, and nothing can surprise him.

After a few short breaths, the first thing to recover was the sense of smell. He could smell a very faint fragrance floating in the air. Jingujiquan, who lacked sufficient appreciation, could not name this fragrance, but it did not prevent him from giving this fragrance a name. Fragrance to be appreciated.

This is a scent of ice and snow.

It is difficult to explain the taste of ice and snow. This transparent crystal formed by the changing form of water has a sharp beauty like a blade, and can also weave a magnificent and desolate scenery.

Jingu Jiquan had bad luck once, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find a body that could accommodate him, and forcibly entering an unsuitable body would only end in instant death.He could feel that his soul was slowly dissipating, and his consciousness would disappear from time to time. When he woke up, he would always find that the place was different from where he was before, and the interval of such unconsciousness was getting shorter and longer, and the duration was getting longer and longer.

Maybe it's really going to die.

This was the only idea of ​​Jinguji Temple at that time.

I'm not reconciled... But, what can I do.He didn't know who he was, and he didn't know if he had any relatives living in this world. If he didn't have any relatives, if he did... He hasn't seen them for so many years. They should have thought they were dead long ago, right?

That's fine too.

It just sounds too sad.

Then when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a snow field.

He has never seen such a desolate and magnificent scene. It is a world of pale gray and black, absolutely no other colors. Thousands of pines and cypresses point to the sky like knives/guns. The trees are all dead gray, as if dying at the same time. At a certain moment of marching towards the sky, the gray and white branches were bare, only the sharp stubbles were solidified at the moment of unsheathing like sharp arrows, and they were also carrying heavy snow.

Everything is covered by ice and snow, and everything is chanting a deadly lament. The world built by ice and snow has no trace of people, and even birds and beasts are invisible. This desolate and empty place is a combination of extreme beauty and extreme loneliness. body.

Then Jinguji saw it.

Where did the white cranes come to spend the winter, and why did they leave their companions and stop here?The free and happy elf spread out its gorgeous and plump snow-white wings, intending to embrace this lonely world.

That was the first time Izumi Jinguji saw a crane.

This haughty, elegant creature that seems to be dancing even with its wings outstretched, stands alone on the frozen lake. There is only one life in this empty and cold world, like the only moving note in a monotonous world.

And it's dancing.

The unique dance of cranes is slow and gentle, with extremely long feet stepping on the ice, as light as a feather falling from the sky.It folded its wings, then lowered its long and slender neck, as if a girl withered beautifully after spinning on the stage.

The shadow of another identical white crane was reflected on the ice, and it also lowered its head, and the two cranes approached intimately, separated by the cold ice, like a kiss that would never reach.

Ah...that's how it is.

Staying in this lonely world, do you want to accompany your own shadow?

Animals are always more sensitive than humans, and this white crane living in the snowy field has a palpitating intuition. It raises its head, and the dark eyes seem to reflect the weak soul of Jinguji. The calm and cold eyes Here, it is the joy of seeing a new creature.

Then, those gorgeous snow-white wings spread out like clouds, and the white crane opened its mouth to let out a clear and clear cry. The light in its eyes is so beautiful, it is better than the thousands of beauties in the world that Jingu Temple has seen.

After that...

What happened after that.

Jinguji let himself be immersed in this sudden memory.

Later, he had those wings, which were white and luxurious, spread out like frost and snow, and the soul of the crane that would only try to embrace his own shadow was gone.

Jingujiquan has never thought about whether it was his survival instinct that made him chase and kill the gorgeous creature at the moment of death, or whether the gentle and lonely soul saw his situation and left by himself.

He didn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it.

After becoming the white crane, he did not leave the icy lake for some reason. He walked and danced on the lake day after day, listening to the rustling of snowflakes falling on the surrounding pines and cypresses. Through every dark day and bright night.

Spring was coming soon, and the ice was getting thinner. He stood on the lake and spun gracefully on his feet.At the moment of death, the ice under his feet broke, and he heard the gurgling sound of the frozen lake, so he folded his wings and bent his neck slowly and comfortably.

This time, in the cool water of the lake, he embraced the shadow without hindrance.

This is the only time Jingu Jiquan could have lived longer, but gave up the rest of his life.

The memories made him feel very peaceful. Jingujiquan opened his eyes in the faint fragrance of ice and snow. For a moment, he seemed to see the white crane folded its wings beside him and looked over gently.

The sunlight outside the window was very good, and through the back of the young man, he had a handsome appearance like a white crane, his silver-white hair shone like a crane's wings, and a pair of golden pupils that were more dazzling than the sun shone brightly. Hui, the loose white clothes hang down beside him, vaguely like a pair of folded wings.

The white crane that danced alone on the ice and hugged its own shadow tenderly seemed to appear in front of him again.

Jingongsiquan didn't know where he was for a moment, his mind was dazed and dazed, and he almost returned to the fear of dying surrounded by ice and snow.

"Wow--"

The young man noticed his waking up, approached him suddenly, and drank loudly.

As soon as this sound came out, the noble and aloof aura in his body was completely destroyed at once. He was a warm personality completely opposite to the crane-like arrogance, and his cheerful and hearty voice was full of happiness.

"Hahahaha, are you scared? Sorry, sorry, the main hall has finally woken up. The crane has been waiting for a long time. It is not easy to avoid the detection of the dagger and run in."

The white-clothed crane lowered its eyelashes slightly, and the golden light in its pupils was clear and bright, full of curiosity and joy.

Jingujiquan blinked in confusion, who is this? !

He rolled his eyes around, the wooden ceiling, a pot of wild flowers on the window sill, and the wooden window was half-opened—it seemed that this was the way the white crane came in.

That's right, Honmaru.

So, is this a new sword too?

Jingujiquan opened his mouth, wanted to speak but did not make a sound.

Oh, I forgot, the body that has been in a deep sleep for a long time has not been reconstructed, so it is really difficult to speak.

The white crane saw his embarrassment, and didn't call out, but reached out to approach him, easily helped Jinguji up and sat up, and pulled out a teapot and a cup from beside him like magic.

The warm tea flowed into the pottery cup, and the tiny water droplets splashed, as if flowers bloomed in the cup.

He put the cup close to Jinguji's lips, and said with a smile, "I found honey from the kitchen. Try it, is it sweet?"

The rich water flowed into the mouth, and Kuze's lips and tongue tasted that sweet and gentle taste in an instant, and even the body that had been sleeping for a long time woke up.

After drinking a glass of water three times, Jinguji leaned on the pillow and turned his gaze to this unusually lively Fusangshen.

"Yo~ I'm Tsurumaru Kuninaga, are you surprised to come here suddenly?" The silver-haired, golden-eyed young man put down his cup, put his hands on his knees, and said this to Jingujiquan in a very solemn and correct posture. sentence.

"Ah... finally said it!" He happily approached Jingujiquan, the golden light in his eyes was so dazzling that it fascinated people, "I always thought that the first thing the main hall saw when I woke up was me. , Otherwise, I really failed my rehearsal for so long hahahaha... Hey, someone is here, so I'll go first, let's play together next time~"

Without waiting for Jingujiquan to say anything, the white-clothed crane quickly put away his things, hugged him in his arms, gently pushed open the window, and stepped on the window sill with one step: "I'll see you later!"

The sleeves of the white robe were spread out like a sail, and he jumped gracefully and lightly, as if he had wings on his back and was walking away in the wind and snow.

"Crane..." Jingongji struggled to squeeze out the word from his difficult voice, and suddenly laughed.