Wan Fanghua

The purpose of Shiro Dongshiro's garrison in the present world was to investigate matters related to ghosts, but occasionally he would also eliminate ghosts who broke into his area as a part-time job.

For example, when Yuan Shancai was painting at the foot of the mountain to pass the time.

In recent years, Xu's combat power has not been as good as before, but his ability to hide has improved a lot.

This is in line with Darwin's theory of evolution, natural selection, and those with low hiding ability are probably wiped out by the god of death.

Dongshiro searched for a while in the mountains and forests following the spiritual pressure. The so-called Hasegawa's body is actually equivalent to a skeleton transformed by Urahara. , he had to spend more time than ever.

It is obviously an extremely unwise choice to take off the prosthetic skeleton, because it is difficult to dispose of the prosthetic skeleton. He can neither put it in a camp where people come and go, nor throw it casually in the mountains.

In contrast, he would rather choose the way of wearing a prosthetic skeleton with limited physical ability.

That void is constantly moving.

Dong Shilang planned to wait for it to stop before chasing it.Because it is obviously unrealistic to want to catch up with a moving virtual.

He waited for a long time until the sky was getting dark, and finally he felt a steady spiritual pressure in the forest to the west.

A round of lonely moon was in the sky, casting some light and clear moonlight, which fell on the treetops, covered with branches, and a few handfuls fell on the path among the mountains.

The light was already very dim.

Dong Shilang slowed down his pace a little, and walked towards the woods to the west.

He clearly felt that spiritual pressure was getting closer and closer to him.

Then he heard a hoarse growl.

Dongshiro squatted down next to a tree, stretched out his hand to support the trunk, and quickly thought about the next countermeasure in his mind.

At this time, there should be no one in the mountain. If he got out of his body and directly used the Zanpakuto to kill him, he could only judge Xu's movement based on his voice, which would definitely be risky.

But that seems to be his only option right now.

Dong Shilang was about to start to move, but he heard the rustling sound of leaves being stepped on behind him, and then a hand was lightly put on his shoulder.

"Hasegawa, what are you doing here." He whispered in his ear, and felt a little shortness of breath on the side of his face, exhaling warmly: "It's not safe here, you'd better go back."

It is the color of distant mountains.

Xu not far away let out another long howl.

Dong Shilang was about to ask her to go back, he didn't want to carry such a burden on his mission, but she covered his mouth with the other hand first.

Cool and cool to the touch.

"It's dangerous here at night. Come with me." She released her hand covering his mouth again, and then grabbed his arm: "Don't talk. Just follow me."

Dong Shilang only felt that Yuan Shancai came at the wrong time, and he still wanted to tell her out loud, asking her to go back first, so as not to stay and cause trouble.Of course, the second half of the sentence is reserved for slander.

It's just that his thoughts seemed to have been seen through, and she spoke first again: "Hasegawa, actually speaking in the dead of night, it's easy to be chased by evil spirits..."

Dong Shilang muttered nonsense in his heart, and was dragged away by Yuan Shancai.

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Yuan Shancai dragged Shiro Dong to walk non-stop, so fast that he almost ran.

Dong Shilang couldn't figure out what she was thinking, he only knew that they were walking in the direction away from Xu Xu, but the surrounding was dark, he didn't know where he was.

As he was thinking so, Yuan Shancai stopped suddenly.

With her back to him, she took his arm and pulled it down to signal him to squat down.

Dong Shilang leaned over and felt a chill coming from his side - they should be hiding behind a rock.

"How did you find this place?" Dong Shilang was a little puzzled, she led him away so fast just now, as if she was very familiar with this place, or, as if she could see things at night.

Yuan Shancai moved behind him, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and leaned to his ear again: "Because I have been here many times. I remember every road here."

Dong Shilang was about to carefully distinguish the authenticity of her words, but saw a little red light gradually appearing in the distant forest.

I couldn't help but scream in my heart:

Although the power of false action today has degraded much less than before, the use of false flashes is becoming more and more frequent.

It only takes a few seconds for a complete false flash to condense to launch, and the power of the false flash cannot be dealt with with just a rock in front of it.

Dongshiro instinctively wanted to use Shunpo, but suddenly remembered that his soul was bound by Yike, and Shunpo couldn't be used.At this critical moment, he couldn't think of a solution for a while, but Yuan Shancai behind him suddenly wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back forcefully.

Weeds grazed his cheeks, and stones ached his body.

Dongshiro stretched out his hand to grab something to slow down his rolling down the slope, but at the same time realized that he was safe now.

Yuan Shancai took him to hide behind a stubborn rock on the slope.When the flash came out, she grabbed him and rolled down the slope together to avoid the attack. When they got to the bottom of the slope, with the shelter of this hill, no matter how much the flash was fired, it would not be able to affect him. They are gone.

Fortunately, the hillside was not very steep, and there were only some weeds and gravel on the slope. When Dong Shilang finally stopped, he only suffered some superficial injuries.

He straightened his clothes and patted the dust and stood up. It was already a bright moon, and by the faint moonlight, he saw Yuan Shancai sitting a few steps away with his back facing him, rubbing his shoulders.

"Are you...are you injured?" Winter Shiro asked her in a low voice, a little uncomfortable in his tone, after all, he was the one who was rescued just now.

"No." Yuan Shancai shook her head. In fact, she had a few minor injuries on her body. Although it was a little painful, there was nothing to say.Could it be that she said that she was injured, and these wounds can heal by themselves?

Since there is no difference between speaking and not speaking, she simply did not speak.

"Why are you so familiar with this place?" Dong Shilang took a few steps towards her, feeling in his heart that what he had just experienced was a bit indescribably strange.

"When I was learning to paint, my family often brought me here." Yuan Shancai continued to talk nonsense with Dong Shilang's back turned.

Sure enough, the more she lied, the more sophisticated she became. She felt satisfied that she had made great progress.

But Shiro Dong thought that he had accidentally uncovered an unpleasant past again, felt a little guilty, walked up to her side and sat down, turned to look up at the sky and fell silent.

Yuan Shancai continued to rub her shoulders lazily, squinted her eyes, and looked up at the sky.

The night was dark, and the moonlight was a bit dim, but the stars around the moon were extraordinarily bright.Immediately, a ray of light flashed in an arc, and it was fleeting.

"There are shooting stars." She said these words lightly, without the excitement and joy that ordinary girls feel when they see shooting stars across the sky.

The stars were scattered in her eyes, it was a different kind of scene Dongshiro had never seen on any girl.

"Hasegawa, I saw a shooting star tonight, so I can make a wish." Yuan Shancai turned his head and smiled brightly at him, his eyes were dark and bottomless like a pool of water.

Dongshiro didn't answer.He doesn't believe that wishing on a shooting star can make the wish come true. Only girls can have such innocent and lovely longings.

Yuan Shancai has long been used to his recent reticence, so she simply said for him: "You can make a wish and successfully transform into a cold and charming male god as soon as possible. All the girls in the class like you..."

"Then you can choose the one you like the most among them, and you can return my bet..."

"Bet?"

Yuan Shancai thought that he was not listening to her, but he frowned when he listened, and asked her a question out of the blue.She thought about it for a while, and felt that Hasegawa's actions should be because she was unhappy with the stupid thing she just mentioned about his dizzy gambling, so she decided that enough was enough, and said: "Ah, it's nothing, I mean you chose I'm obviously out of luck..."

After finishing speaking, I felt that what I said was wrong, so I hurriedly continued to add: "I didn't mean to despise myself in what I said just now, in fact, I still have many advantages—"

It's just that the biggest disadvantage is that life is too short.

"—When you saw the shooting star just now, what wish did you make?" Dong Shilang interrupted her, but he still looked at the sky with no expression on his face.

He actually didn't understand why he asked such a question. When he first met Yuan Shancai, he didn't want to pay attention to her at all.But later, when he learned that her parents had died in a car accident and had lived alone for two years, he felt that she was not as bad as he imagined.

Yuan Shancai always gave him a feeling that she was special.

Maybe it's special to everyone, maybe it's special to him alone.

In my memory, she was always smiling, making up unrealistic lies jokingly, or teasing him with a very unscrupulous expression.She seems to be very gentle and even playful to everyone, but no one seems to be able to get into her heart.

He still can't see through her.

Yuan Shancai put on a serious expression, seemingly concentrating on thinking for a while.

she says:

"My wish is extravagant, I want to live longer."

The author has something to say: In fact, the title of this chapter is an ancient poem

It seems that the stars are not from last night, for whom will the wind and dew stand at night

The small theater of memories of this past event is finally over