endless in one language

The sky has darkened, and the dim darkness has begun to flash.The boy's silver color is like a lingering halo in the gradually sinking sky.The temperature in early spring is not very high, and the temperature at night has already made people have to wear a thicker coat.

"Isn't Mikazuki cold?" Tsurumaru took the hot drink bought from a street vendor and said thank you with a smile. When he turned his head, he saw Mikazuki who was only wearing a white shirt.

The wind blew away Crescent Moon's hair, and the dark blue hair ran across her cheeks.Standing casually, with one hand in the pocket of his trousers, he looked up at the swaying tree.Clear blue eyes, a clear crescent moon, and a peaceful and relaxed expression.Hearing his voice, turning around, the tenderness in his eyes was about to overflow.

Some were dumbfounded.Tsurumaru held the hot drink in both hands, feeling a little shy about his lack of focus.

Really are!Turning his head away, pretending to wipe the dirt off his face with one hand, rubbing the back of his hand against his face.

"What's wrong?"

"No..." He lowered his head and bit the straw.Concealing his expression: "Aren't you cold?"

"Ah?" Unexpected question, Sanriyue looked at her body and said with a smile, "It's not cold." She shook her head.Pointing to the front: "Let's go, there is still a long way to go."

He just took a few steps forward, and in the next second, something warm and soft held his hand.Looking over in surprise, Tsurumaru held his hand, frowning.Had to stop.

"Liar." Tsurumaru said "tsk tsk", because his physical condition has been bad, so he even wore a scarf at the request of Mikazuki.He took off the things that were wrapped around his neck, held both ends with both hands, and lightly tossed Sanriyue's head: "It's obviously very cold."

"..." I didn't know what to say for a while, I just felt a burst of warmth and softness on my neck, with Tsurumaru's body temperature, the sunny breath of a boy: "Heh..." The corners of his lips curled up.

The place they came from was the same house they had come in the morning.The house belonged to No, who the harpy wanted them to help.

Why did you decide to come here.Tsurumaru didn't know what he was thinking.It just felt like Nuo's relationship with his human friend developed like he had lost a pillar of his life.The pain, the powerlessness.I am not a particularly sympathetic person.But when I have experienced almost the same and similar things, I can still understand it.It's empty like a bottomless abyss, you can't do anything when you fall into it, you can only follow your heart.

"There is still something there, right?" Tsurumaru stared at Mikazuki, as if to prove something: "I didn't see it wrong, right? Otherwise, why would you block my sight?"

"..." San Riyue closed her eyes and sat on the sofa without expressing her opinion.

"Then...why?" The more I thought about it, the more frightening I felt: "Is that something already attached to that person?"

"Crane..." stopped it.

"Then why can't we save him?!" It's incomprehensible, it's really incomprehensible with his current thinking.He knows that kind of thing is not good, but it is like this, isn't there still a mage?Why did that family never seek a mage?From Nuo's words, he remembered that the old man had children and was said to be quite filial.Why would an old man be locked up at home alone, and the children who are children ignore it?Then clearly know why there is nothing to do?Why?Why?I always feel that everything seems weird after thinking about it, but he just can't think of a head.

"Crane!" A sharp roar interrupted Tsurumaru's train of thought about trapping himself.Sanriyue looked up at the sky outside the window, sighed, stood up, and the person who had been treating him tenderly, now said in a cold tone: "Let's go."

"what?"

Rubbing Tsurumaru's head with his big hands, his neat hair became messy: "Don't you want to help? It just so happens that I should let you know something."

However, Tsurumaru regretted it as soon as he reached the door.The sky has completely darkened, and the wind that could only be called a bit cold is now a bit gloomy.The house is a bit old and you can still hear the 'creaking' sound in the howling wind.The whole house is covered with a layer of shade.The angry new plants that I saw in the morning also showed their teeth and claws.

Tsurumaru kept controlling himself, he instinctively wanted to look up at the window, but he repeatedly warned himself not to die.He didn't want to see anything that would break his nerves in such a scene and environment.

He often saw some strange monsters, and the unpleasant childhood memories still echoed in his mind, but he didn't feel that he had to get used to them because he saw them often.It's natural to be afraid, isn't it?

"Afraid?"

There was a joking voice in my ear.Tsurumaru, who had been caught in memories, was startled.Then I found that the other party smiled more happily.

"Don't be kidding, how could I be afraid." He pulled his facial nerves desperately: "It's always others who are scared by me!"

"Oh?" With an imperceptible brow raised, he said with a smile, "Then... shall we go in?"

"Huh?..." Petrochemical.

Sanriyuequan pretended not to see it, and lightly pushed the iron railing 'zila' away.

"Then let's come in!" He called loudly, deliberately speaking to the things in the house.

Tsurumaru was stunned, his heart almost collapsed...

Chapter 9