As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

As I approached, the third brother in front of me became more and more clear. The tattoos on his body seemed to be alive, almost breaking through the shackles of his body.

His brows were frowned, and his face was clearly filled with irritability.

It is the irritability that comes from not knowing why the throbbing in the heart comes from.

The name Lianxue really touched him a lot.

Strike while the iron is hot, I took advantage of the momentum created by the boss before, and took the opportunity to press the end of my eyebrows, as if melancholy and self-deprecating, "Mr. Years, I can't even count how many times I have rotated."

I just remember that when I read Sange Encyclopedia, it said that he was over 300 years old. Since this number and this quantifier were used, when he transformed into a ghost, it should be within [-] years.

With a more accurate number base, it is easier for the third brother to believe my P words.

I deliberately didn't look at the face of the third brother. Don't be too deliberate at this time. Only by avoiding my eyes can I feel like recalling the past.

I understand very well, the third brother is still very simple, so I directly dealt with him.

"Actually, to me, there is no difference between being a human and a ghost. These are just a link in the biological chain. I am not a human species, so I don't care at all, so you don't have to worry about anything, Mr. Komaji and Koiji Miss Xue has kindness to me, even the kindness from a few lifetimes ago is precious to me, if the two of you have other ideas, I will naturally cooperate with all my strength." Put your stance first, so you can't be too hostile to ghosts at this time , Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a direct conflict, now I have something to ask him, of course the one who knows the current affairs is Junjie, "It’s just a ghost dance... that person is different, I have a personal enmity with him. Even if it’s not for others, but for myself, I It's not...you can't be an enemy of him."

When I mentioned Boss Scrap, the third brother's breath was in a mess. Hearing the name I didn't finish, the third brother naturally knew who I was referring to.

But I'm not sure whether his current turmoil is due to Boss Scrap or Lianxue.

Or... both?

"I'm also very sorry about Ms. Lianxue. My ability is to save people who are injured to the point of dying, but... I can't do anything about normal physical weakness. , and no one can disobey it," this ability is surgical ability, and it's just surgical ability—of course, that's another part of the ghost weapon's territory, so I won't mention it here.Of course, it's not that I don't want to keep cheating on myself, saying that I can cure anything, but it really needs to be in line with the existing personality. If it can be directly cured, the boss still needs to take medicine to become the current one. Is it like this, "Mr. Komaji, ghosts use this method to defy cause and effect..."

Speaking of this, I finally felt that the fire was almost ready, I raised my eyelids, and looked at the third brother.

With his appearance as an absolutely irritable little brother when facing the weak, he has been listening to my words docilely. In a place that he himself did not notice, his eyes may already be urging me to continue talking. .

"Even if it's for Miss Lianxue, Mr. Komaji should consider a way out—it's not that I won't report, it's not time yet." I stared closely at the third brother's eyes, and my voice was quite firm, trying to convince him , I have to believe first, "I just don't know, how did you convince Master Qingzang, is he really willing to let Miss Lianxue live with you in this way, they really hope you use this way Continue to survive and become stronger?"

Unknowingly, I have become face-to-face with my third brother. Such a feeling of less than a safe social distance often gives people a feeling of insecurity.

What's more, I was an absolute stranger to him.

He is not taller than me, but his short hair seems to be flying, protruding a bit more than me at first glance, but his eyes are almost completely at eye level, forming a feeling of intimate communication invisibly.

When my voice fell, he looked at me carefully, but didn't speak.

Keep staring at me like this, out of a mentality that I can't show weakness, I also keep my eyes wide open-my eyes are so sore, my eyes are so sore, please say something quickly, or I will blink physiologically!

"...Mr. Komaji?" I opened my mouth to bring back his sense of flying to nowhere. At the same time, because I kept my eyes wide open for a long time, my lacrimal glands became sore, and mist like tears condensed on my eyes. In the eye socket.

It was too unpleasant for me to cry at this time, I held back desperately, letting it hang tightly in my eye sockets.

Now I don't dare to blink anymore, I will definitely cry if I blink.

——Third brother, third brother, it would be great if you were a little taller, so I can pretend to raise my head, but actually raise my head to hold back my tears.

When the time comes, the tears will turn into snot, and it will be fine if I sniff my nose secretly, it will be less obvious.

"You... what's your name?" The third brother said, his voice was very different from the feeling when the eldest brother was fighting.

He shouldn't know my name, right? Could it be that he was fishing for fish during the conference?

I am in awe in my heart. This kind of spirit of fishing under the noses of bosses and teachers is simply a role model for my generation.

"Mr. Komaji asked my name. Do you still remember what I said to Mr. Komaji? The name is like a passing cloud to me. Over the years, I have used dozens if not a hundred," I subtlely avoided. This question, after all, he won't resonate with the other names I said, and he can't do this kind of thing that shoots himself in the foot, "This time, you can call me Qing."

Hey, just help the third brother to find a remedy, as if he is already familiar with such a problem.

I'm such a little genius.

He pressed one hand on my shoulder. From such a close distance, I could see the blue veins on his hand, but I didn't feel any pressure on my shoulder.

The third brother was using his hands hard, but he didn't use them on my shoulders.

Is this showing mercy to me?

I feel like I'm already halfway there.

However, I didn't strike while the iron was hot. This kind of thing needs to be done step by step, and the setting can't be done all at once. Give him a few minutes to calm down and accept.

"Lianxue...Lianxue——" the third brother said the name in his mouth, as if arousing some thoughts in his heart, his brows became more and more wrinkled, the kind of desperately wanting to think of something, but The feeling of being unable to grasp the clue at all made him extremely anxious, "I didn't, I should—"

It's a bit like when I hear a certain melody sometimes, I obviously feel that I have heard it before, but I just can't remember which music it is in, and I feel very uncomfortable.

I feel so uncomfortable for a song, let alone the third brother who loves snow.

When his will was most confused, I suddenly stretched out my hands and held the third brother's face, blocking the part of his subconscious that wanted to escape, "The one that Master Qingzang took care of, you as a sinner, Are you back?"①

My voice was very soft, but the third brother seemed to feel that this was the last straw that broke the camel's back. He suddenly threw off my arm, stepped back a few steps, covered his head with one hand, and leaned hard against the wooden door behind. Next to it, something seemed to break out of the ground.

It is difficult to use data to express how much influence Boss Scrap has on them. The first brother and Boss Scrap are a kind of cooperative relationship. Momotou is a heartless Mary Suhua Peacock. A strong muscle.

But no matter what their current status is, the beliefs and hobbies in their hearts are not rooted in by the boss, but are influenced by their "lifetime".

I remember that in the finale of the manga, Boss Xiao finally connected with the spirit of the third brother and strongly asked him to continue fighting, but the third brother still chose Lianxue's hand.

It was that way then, and it should be that way now.

My palms are a little sweaty. To me, this is a kind of gamble. If there is no special environment now, if Boss Scrap notices it, it may cause some chain reactions.

That's all for the rest, the key is that my treatment may have problems, and then there won't be any cruel methods, such as beheading my arms and legs for experiments every three days or something.

I think it's really possible for Boss Xiao to do such a thing.

Even if I behaved obediently, such a thing is only a matter of time.

996—No, Boss Scrap, it's very likely that 007 came to find a way to get rid of his weakness.

My salted fish is under a lot of pressure.

"Komaji—no, I'm Yiwoza, I'm—" His memory became confused. This intense sense of hedging and clear direction prevented him from treating Fugui Yuyu bravely like in the original work when his memory was revived. Like Tanjiro, he shot directly and more intensely, but like this, almost in a weak state, curled up in the corner, holding his head and questioning himself.

After all, from the very beginning, what he hated was not others, but himself who failed to keep his heart and protect his master and wife.

At this time, he didn't even seem to react to my continuous approaching until I half-kneeled down and pressed my hands full of strength on his head and face, and the green light flowed into my fingertips. When it reached the third brother's head, it was visible to the naked eye and blended into his hair.

Anti-gravity hair appears!

The pink short hair floated up little by little with my strength, and was wrapped in a kind of turquoise light, which felt like a color weak version of red and green.

However, unexpected harmony.

The "sinner's tattoo" on the third brother's face is faintly glowing, which sets off the inexplicable blackness of the third brother's face.So, don't try fluorescent colors lightly, as San Ge's fair skin that has not been exposed to the sun for hundreds of years will be blackened.

If I make a metaphor that the memory loss of the third brother is due to extreme inner emotions and external brain congestion, then my ability is to evacuate the congestion, and my words are to channel this emotion.

In addition, the current Boss Xiao is very relieved of me who has been under house arrest in Infinite City, and will not pay special attention to it—mainly because he is very relieved of his own Infinite City; at the same time, he is also very relieved of the third brother, a model worker. While concentrating on finding a solution to his own weaknesses, Boss Xiao, who thought he knew the first quarter moon very well, almost completely let go of his subtle control and devoted himself to the sea of ​​research.

The combination of various situations made the third brother usher in a unique opportunity.

The memory of the short 20 years of being a human in the past is mixed with the memory of more than 200 years after becoming a ghost, and the latter devours the former with ten times the power.

But if there is a round of tomorrow in the night sky, no matter how bright the nearby stars are, they will not cover up the color of the sun.

It's just that it takes a little time to get familiar with such an unexpected stimulus.

Also, I didn't expect this to fully restore his memory—or rather, it would be troublesome for me if he recovered completely now.

Because I have never appeared in his memory after all.

The strength in my hand increased, and the strong smell of blue Bianhua flowers injected into the third brother's brain, which intensified the power hedging in his body, and at the same time made his memory more confused and ambiguous.

The more chaotic the power, the more chaotic the memory, the more beneficial it is to me.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist forcefully, this time so forcefully that I could even hear the creepy sound of the bones in my wrist being compressed.

The next second, maybe the kimono on me reminded him of something, he suddenly rushed into my arms, and hugged me tightly.

"I'm sorry, Lianxue—it's all me, it's me—"

I couldn't support the strength of the third brother at all, and I was hit on the ground with my buttocks.Vaguely, I seemed to see something on him, but it disappeared quickly.

I lowered my head and looked at the panicked and somewhat empty eyes of the third brother under the ridiculously long eyelashes. In the end, I didn't calm down too much. I knew rationally that the questioning at this time might be more effective and more in line with the persona. .After all, his memory needs strong stimulation before it can be unsealed more smoothly. He just remembered a little bit in his current state.

It was like a tire with a small slit punctured, slowly leaking air.

But emotionally, I still have a good impression of the third brother-after all, I brought the eldest brother back, right? For me, there is no deep hatred.

I'm still counting on him to help me.

So, I used my ability to heal the broken wrist, and then lightly stroked the soft pink hair of the third brother, and lowered my voice on top of his head and said, "You should be back, Mr. Komaji."