I live longer than the incomparable

At the time of the devil, the first break of the shower.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni opened his eyes.

What I saw was a familiar room in a foreign-style mansion, surrounded by expensive imported decorations that are very popular recently, and the record player in the corner seemed to be singing softly, but what happened just now Things are not gentle at all.

Just now, she was "killed".

By her titular husband, the man who hid among humans under the name "Yue Yan".

——Ghost dance Tsuji no misery.

He was a man with an unpredictable temperament, who was cruel and indifferent at will, and cut her neck open just for the slightest disagreement between words.

Spread in people's mouths and ears like ghost stories, creatures called "ghosts" don't even need any external objects to do such things.Especially when the other party is Oni Wu Tsuji, he just needs to raise his hand for such a thing.

Viscous blood poured out from the white and slender neck and splashed on the expensive carpet, but the dark color in Gui Wu Tsuji's eyes was deeper than the blood seeping into the carpet.

But it was clear that within a few minutes, the blood that filled the entire room in an instant, so thick that it was almost dizzying, seemed to be gone. Not only that, the blood that had originally stained most of the room was also gone. It has long since disappeared.

——A change that is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend has taken place in the eight hundred bhikkuni.

Bright fluorescent lights emerged from her "corpse" and the pool of blood, which filled the air like butterflies flying, and those tiny spots of light that filled the entire room poured into her wound in an instant, bringing a steady stream of pain. The exhausted life and strength merged into her body, and the blood and vitality lost due to the fatal wound also returned at the same time.

The moment her neck recovered to its original state, the girl named "Eight Hundred Bikuni" opened her eyes again.

This also meant that she was once again abandoned by death.

This is already the number of "deaths", and the eight hundred bhikkhuni herself can't remember clearly. Since she obtained an immortal body, no matter it is time or other things, she can no longer leave any traces on her body.

Because what she has is eternity like a divine favor.

What does eternal life bring?

If Yaoyao Bikkuni were to answer this question, her answer would only be——

tired.

In the world where there is no longer anything worthy of nostalgia, I am afraid that there is nothing to gain except the boundless loneliness and loneliness.

Perhaps the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni herself has not noticed it yet, but a thousand years ago, her thinking seems to have undergone a slight change.

The reason for the change is a man who is similar to her but different.

In that ignorant but elegant, prosperous but desolate Heian era, that man extended an invitation to her.

"Eight hundred bhikkhuni." His voice was low and hoarse, his crow-black curly long hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and the red plum-colored pupils gleamed with danger like snake liquid.

He said to her: "Come and look for it with me..."

What they were looking for was something that could make her truly die.

——The blue other shore flower.

It was something almost fictional.

Whether such a thing exists, even Mumai Onimai Tsuji, who invited her and told her that this kind of thing can kill her, is not sure.

But it was such a ridiculous invitation that allowed them to accompany each other for thousands of years.

Even in the past 1000 years, what haunted them was only the disgust and jealousy towards each other.

The eight hundred bhikkuni who longs for death, and the ghost dance Tsuji Mumi who pursues perfect immortality, have been forcibly pulled together by a twisted and sinister connection over the past thousand years.

——*——

Liangzi, a servant in this mansion, knocked on the door of his wife's room with the laundry in his hands. Hearing a soft reply from inside, she pushed the door open.

The madam, who looked extremely young, even a young girl, no one could deny, was sitting in front of the vanity mirror that Mr. had just bought for her a few days ago, combing her hair with her head slightly sideways.

There was a low sound of records flowing slowly in the room, the beautiful lady drooped her eyelids slightly, as if she was in a daze, her slender and white fingers pinched the lustrous ivory comb, and the comb teeth passed through it once and for all. Crow black hair.

She didn't care about Liangzi's entry, but when Liangzi approached, she put the comb in her hand on the table top of the dressing table, and what she saw from Liangzi's perspective was the delicate and beautiful side face of his wife.

But at this time, what attracted Ryoko's attention was not the beautiful face that was hard to look away even after years of looking at it, but a strange smell that seemed to be lingering in the room.

Like...the smell of blood?

"Did you smell it?"

Ryoko asked subconsciously, raised her head and sniffed around a few times.

The madam who heard this finally raised her eyes, her eyes were extremely dark, a little quieter than the dull night.His quiet eyes fell on Ryoko: "What did you smell?"

The voice that fell into Yoshiko's ears was soft and soothing, even as if trying to blend in with the voice from the record player in the corner.

The hostess of this mansion is an unusually beautiful but weird woman.Just like her name - eight hundred bhikkuni.

She has the same name as the legendary priestess who was immortalized by eating mermaid flesh by mistake.

Sometimes looking at her rare beauty, Ryoko can't help but think in a trance: maybe the lady in front of her is really the legendary eight hundred bhikkhuni who never dies.

If not, how can ordinary human beings have such breathtaking beauty?

Staring blankly at the madam handing her the comb, the hand stretched out to her, the white skin was almost transparent.Ryoko took it subconsciously, and was about to comb her hair...

"It's for you."

There was a slight smile on the corner of Madam's mouth, clearly she was of the same sex, but it made Ryoko feel hot for no reason.

She squeezed the ivory comb in her hand, and said with a little hesitation: "But this is a gift from you just a few days ago, isn't it?"

Mrs. Wen Yan raised her eyelids, the tails of her narrow and beautiful eyes slightly raised, and she said in a nonchalant tone: "It's just a small object, let alone..."

The lady's voice paused for a moment, but Ryoko remembered that she had just heard the price of this "small item" from the driver a few days ago—a number that she couldn't even imagine.

"Not to mention what?" she asked.

Madam looked as if she remembered something, she looked away under Ryoko's gaze, and only replied: "It's nothing."

As if something was on his mind.Ryoko thought.

Madam would often show such a look, she was clearly talking to her very normally one moment, but fell into her own thoughts the next moment.That's why Ryoko felt that, perhaps because the hosts were all strange, the atmosphere in the mansion often made people feel very dull and weird.

——Not only the wife, but also the hero Mr. Tsukihiko can often make this impression on Ryoko.

Mr. Yueyan is young and handsome, and when he stands with his beautiful wife, they are like a match made in heaven, but their overly outstanding appearance and elegant and dignified manner, even if they live in the newly built European-style guesthouse, they wear the most fashionable clothes nowadays. Their suits and dresses will also make people feel that they have a sense of disobedience that is out of tune with this world.

It's like a Kyoto nobleman who suddenly broke into this world from the long past.

Those weird feelings are not only reflected in themselves, but also in their getting along.

Liangzi sometimes feels that they are very affectionate, and sometimes feels that they are unwilling to give each other more eyes. The wife even often says something that is simply mocking in front of her husband, even though most of the time the hero Yue Yan The husband would laugh it off, or simply leave a message to her that he has business to do recently, and he hasn't come back for ten days and a half months.

But Madam was never worried, as if... she didn't care about the attitude of her husband at all.

As just now.

It has been raining all day today, and the rain did not subside a little until the evening. Taking advantage of the light rain, Ryoko retrieved the clothes for dry cleaning from the laundry outside.

When she came back, she saw Mr. Yue Yan with an ugly face sitting in the car at the door. After the driver closed the door for him, he also returned to the driver's seat and started the car.

Yoshiko, who was holding his wife's washed clothes in his arms, guessed the reason why the husband showed such a look at that time—maybe it was another quarrel with his wife.

In fact, her guess was not wrong, it was indeed because of the eight hundred bhikkhunis that Ghost Mai Tsuji, whose pseudonym was Tsukihiko, left in a car angrily.

Because she said unrestrained words that she knew would make him angry.

After Liangzi mentioned what she saw at the door, Babaichuni casually looked at the clothes that Liangzi had brought back. There was a piece of clothing that she liked quite a bit.

Probably because her expression was too natural, Ryoko couldn't help asking: "Have you made your husband angry again?"

"It's just a few words with him." Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said calmly, "Anyway, he is often angry, it's not a big deal."

Hearing this, Liangzi suddenly understood the reason why their husband and wife always seem to be in harmony.

— Madame doesn't care about sir.

This kind of cognition suddenly made Liangzi feel sorry for Mr. Yueyan, even though she didn't know what the wife said to him.

In fact, on weekdays, Bhikkhuni also often mocked her "husband". Gui Wu Tsuji would sometimes reply to her in a pretentious manner, but most of the time, she just ignored this behavior.

——A look of magnanimity and tolerance for her petty tempers.

Because of this, Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis are doing the same thing tirelessly.After all, it is one of her few things that can be used as a pastime.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi wants to appear in front of people as a loving couple with her, so when she endures those sarcasms that are not enough to sting but enough to be unpleasant, the appearance she reveals is a rare interest in her eyes.

And when he was not in the annex, there were other things that cheered up the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

Liangzi saw that she had pulled down the zipper of her skirt and looked like she was about to change, so she asked, "Are you going to pick up the young master from school today?"

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[Comprehensive] My mortal fiancés by Qi Taki

As a god judge, because of my special physique, I always jump repeatedly at various time points. I thought it was just a little dangerous game, but when I suddenly jumped into my body in a parallel world, I realized that things seemed to be It's not quite right.

Because I have a fiance.

My fiancé is a frail and sickly beauty, the kind who gasps for breath when walking two steps, coughs up blood when blowing in the wind, and is so sick.

To be honest, I thought it was awesome at the time.

But the development of things is always beyond my expectation. One day, my fiancé became so powerful that he broke my neck.

Because my body died, I was forced to jump back to the main pill, and I was stunned on the spot: Damn, if I see this crumb again, I will definitely break his head!

But after that, I felt like I fell into some kind of curse. Every time I jumped into the parallel world, I had to experience a life of being persecuted by a different fiancé.

Me: pretty boy crying, jpg

* is the Glyph of Huantuosha, the current fiancé No. [-] is Wu Mi, No. [-] is Na Luo, and No. [-] may be Tuo Si (don’t ask me why Tuo Si is also a scum in the world, just listen to me)