Don't talk about love, just sell birds

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What kind of righteousness and bravery is Xu did not understand until the end.

"I was injured before. It may be that there is something wrong with my brain, resulting in memory impairment. I don't remember some things, so I don't know the specific situation if you ask me."

Izumo himself couldn't explain clearly, and spread his hands irresponsibly.

The calm eyes were stained with a bit of dark color, gathering and floating, and then they were covered up by the slight drooping of the eyelids, revealing a heartless smile.

Yiyong didn't miss this change, he really was hiding something, but he shouldn't have lied about losing part of his memory, unless he can perfectly control his micro-expressions, otherwise people can always judge from the eyes, breathing or heartbeat when lying. true and false.

This matter can only be done first.

Giyuu spent extra money in the morning to ask the shopkeeper to change the bed, and Izumo forgot all the unpleasantness, and plunged into the bed.

The brand-new bedding smelled a bit, and Izumo, who had a good sense of smell, became very strange after just smelling it. He hesitated to speak and looked at the person who was arranging his clothes, hoping that he would notice him.

Yiyong was doing his own thing as usual, leaving behind his earnest eyes, washing, undressing, going to bed, turning off the lights, all in one go.

In the darkness, there was only a pair of glass-like Qian-colored eyes still blinking, and it took a long time for the person who was ignored to say a word from his throat, "You... are definitely hated by others. character."

It took a long time in the quiet room where you could even hear your breathing clearly, before a cool and calm voice sounded:

——"I'm not hated."

"..."

Izumo didn't know what expression to use to face this sentence, so he had to wrap up the quilt, endured the torment of the nose, and opened his eyes to wait for the dawn.

I don't know how long it took, and I started to feel bored. I turned over to look at the person in the next bed, and found that his sleeping position was as boring as his own. He was lying on his back in an orderly manner, with his hands on his sides. Not the slightest rise and fall of the chest can be mistaken for a corpse.

Izumo put his hand on his chest, close to the skin, not to mention the heartbeat, not even the slightest bit of body temperature, and moved his fingers slightly to the side to touch the empty hole.

The hollowness in Xu's chest represents the emptiness inside, which he still remembers.

But what was missing in his heart, he thought for more than 1000 years without getting an answer.

Izumo called softly, "Yiyu, are you asleep?"

What responded to him was the soft moonlight and fine dust floating in the light.

"Don't lie, I know you are not asleep." A person with the strength of Yiyong will never let himself fall asleep and lose control of the surrounding environment, let alone for him, being with a dangerous person like himself In the room, it is a miracle that he can completely relax his vigilance.

The other party still didn't respond, not even moving his eyelids.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

"You can't leave me."

The conversation was picked up almost immediately.

Izumo raised his eyebrows, "Aha, are you willing to speak?"

Yi Yong didn't accept his teasing, and just repeated, "You can't leave me."

"I've been here long enough, it's dangerous." Izumo has never stayed in the same place for so long, in order not to let those people find him, a moving target is always better than a forbidden target Not easy to expose.

Yiyong didn't know what the "danger" he meant, but he would never let him out of his sight until he personally confirmed his harmlessness, "Wait another day, and then set off to leave."

"Why wait another day? Isn't the ghost already killed?"

Giyuu frowned and looked at the sky, and soon ushered in the darkest time before dawn. In Izumo's doubts, he put on his clothes and picked up the knife, "Don't lie down, I know you don't need to sleep at all, get up quickly, We're going...too late."

Izumo only had time to let out a short exclamation before he was grabbed from under the blanket and pinched roughly under his arm. Yi Yong led him to gallop and jump on the roof, and the scenery on both sides quickly reversed, "Where are we going?"

"I thought you already knew it with your perception."

When the person with the bent arm moved, even though he knew that he would not fall easily, Yiyong subconsciously lifted it, and it was really light, much lighter than the weight judged by the naked eye.

Izumo knew that Giyuu's words were just a simple narrative, but it sounded like a mockery when he said it with such a tone and expression, he turned his head aside and snorted, "I'm not interested in paying attention to people weaker than me anytime, anywhere, They are all existences that do not pose a threat to me, if I pay attention to each one, I don’t have to do anything for a whole day.”

The wind brought by the rapid running distorted the voice, blowing away the end of each word, and blowing away the hem of the clothes.

Izumo will only be wearing a thin top. In order to roll around in the bed more comfortably, he is mainly loose when he changes, and he doesn't even have pants. The cold wind blows in. Although he doesn't feel cold, the bottom It was very unaccustomed to being empty.

Giyuu soon noticed that the touch under his palm had changed. He lowered his head and glanced, and Izumo's body changed into his daytime attire.

Leaving him alone, Yiyong concentrated on his journey, and finally stopped after turning over a few houses. In the depths of the alley where the moonlight could not reach, a pair of red light spots were suspended in mid-air, without any sense, full of Looking forward to the endless valley of food.

When he got closer, Izumo was surprised to find that the person looked familiar, "... Ichinose? Is he actually a ghost?" His aura was completely different from his during the day, and the Ichinose in front of him was very similar to the ghost killed by Giyuu. They are similar, except that there is more flesh on the cheeks, and the skin color is more normal.

Giyuu didn't show surprise at all, Izumo suddenly sighed, "How did you find out?"

Izumo's perception is unmistakable. The previous Ichinose was indeed a human being. Could it be that he didn't die completely and became a ghost because of some coincidence?But looking at Yiyong's appearance, it seems that it is not that simple.

Yiyong pulled out the knife slowly, the blue water on the blade was cleared by the night, and there was more cold killing intent than usual.

"How did you find out?"

It's not that Izumo didn't get the answer and asked a second time. It was Ichinose who would speak. After Izumo called his name, he came back rationally and was no longer a beast dominated by instinct.

He held a young woman with a woman's hair combed in his hand. The woman raised her head and couldn't see her face, but there was no injury in the area visible to the naked eye, and she should just be in a coma.

After confirming that the woman's life was safe, Yiyong said calmly, "The cherry blossom on the windowsill exposed your secret."

Ichinose was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled calmly. This kind of expression matched his inhuman appearance at this time, which was indescribably incongruous.

"I didn't expect it to be a flower... I wanted to throw it away..."

Throwing the woman casually, Ichinose's arms on the back were all turned into blades, and sparks of metal collisions were created with the Japanese sword.

The strength of ghosts during the day and ghosts at night is not the same.

"I didn't answer the ghost's question, but the flowers on the window sill, are they cherry blossoms? Speaking of cherry blossoms, could it be that overly fragrant cherry blossom tree?" Izumo muttered, watching the two hit from the ground to the roof, Three steps away, the woman fell on the cold ground against the wall, like a discarded rag doll, no one cares about her.

Realizing that his status in Giyuu's eyes may be worse than that of a ghost, Izumo's heart is very complicated.

With just such a single thought, he couldn't catch the figure of the other party in his field of vision, so he hurriedly followed his breath to find it, and just in time to see Giyuu chop off Ichinose's arm on the back with a knife.

Unlike a woman's barren soul quality, Ichinose's is much more delicious, Izumo licked his lips, a little ready to move.

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A brother who is not disliked [laughing and crying]