[comprehensive] flower tone girl

"He's been here a long time."

"Time and time again, trying to protect the master named Okita Souji, but watching him die again and again."

"Every time he restarts, his obsession with Souji Okita will deepen."

"It's really a good knife to protect the Lord..."

The female ghost whose hair was gradually dyed white sighed softly.

"But his [master], will it really be you in the end?"

The white female ghost slightly tilted her neck back, and without changing her expression, she let the girl press the sharp cut of the wooden handle against her neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Did you really do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't be a fool, trap Qingguang in the illusion of constant reincarnation where only badends will appear, what on earth do you want to do..." Huayin put away the wooden handle and pulled the fabric of the woman's chest with one hand and pulled her closer, " Zanpakuto."

The female ghost froze for a moment, and then, the corners of her lips parted in a particularly pleasant arc.

"Your favorite knife is not the only one trapped, master." The female ghost raised her sleeves, "Look, I am also trapped here."

"I'm your half body, I'm stuck here and can't move, it's just because your heart knot is still unresolved."

"I can help you bring out the clear light—to be honest, there are other spirits here, and I'm not happy."

"But... you must first get rid of the culprit who has trapped me here."

The woman with the adult version of Kanon's face licked the corner of her mouth.

Kanon stared deeply at the female ghost who was suspected to be her own Zanpakuto.

She is hiding something.

But if you continue to let Qing Guang go on like this, and keep killing your memory...

She couldn't even determine whether the situation on the TV was true or not, so she could only make assumptions and probes based on the fact that the other party was her own Zanpakutō.

"Who? What to do."

"Well, you must still doubt whether it is true or not?" A small pocket knife full of spiritual power condensed out of thin air in the woman's hand, "If this is a reasoning game, then my advice and deal for you is -"

She put the knife in Huayin's hand.

"Congratulations on getting the prop [pocket knife]"

"And my request is—"

"Kill your childhood nightmare."

The female ghost handed the knife to Huayin, and then began to snap her fingers on her own.

"Mr. Dean, Atsushi Nakajima, those little devils who imprisoned you here and almost killed you..."

"The more I kill, the less restraint I have, the stronger my mobility will be, and I will be able to bring out California Qingguang."

The female ghost shook the chains on her sleeves, hiding her face and smiling.

"By the way, this is your inner world. The time of collapse is the time when you are about to die. Please make a decision before that—whether you choose to rescue California Qingguang, or collapse and annihilate here together with him and me. "

Are the clues over here...

Kanon finally glanced at the TV screen again.

The plot has evolved to the scene where Souji Okita is seriously injured, and Kai Qingguang kneels beside the straw mat and holds the hand of his "master" and weeps in agony.

"Ah, the next story is about to start again."

The female ghost didn't pay any attention to her, and just used the posture of an interested bystander to plunge into the continuously playing plot again.

Kanon took a deep breath.

She has always been able to feel the soul of California Qingguang, but the feeling is not stable.

Is everything on the screen real?

The girl put the pocket knife in her pocket, hurried downstairs to find the broom, and was about to go out when she bumped into the gloomy dean.

"I don't remember you being here at this hour."

As the tall man spoke, he slapped down viciously, knocking the girl to the ground.

"I'll get the broom..."

"It seems that you still have enough time to help others." The man ordered mercilessly, "Then you also go to sweep the snow this afternoon. On the 125th, you will pack the clothes instead of her."

"Obey, Mr. Dean!" The cute and well-behaved girl's voice came from outside the door.

Everyone is numbered, and Huayin's number is 128.

"Why are you still sitting on the ground?"

"Sorry, I'm going to sweep the snow now."

Huayin hurried out with the broom in her arms, and when she passed by girl No. 125, she clearly saw malicious mockery and triumph in her eyes that should have been as beautiful as emeralds.

She regrets it.

However, this girl was also one of the people who killed him in the first place.

According to the female ghost, she should also be on the death list.

It's still snowing all over the world, but the snow sweepers like Hanon and the others don't have gloves.

Her mission area is the orphanage's front yard and avenue.

His hands were frozen, and his body seemed unable to use spiritual power.

She could only clean the snow mechanically and hard.

The exhaled air forms a white mist in front of the eyes, and the inhaled air turns into stinging ice slag in the lungs.

After cleaning hard for about an hour, a black car suddenly drove up from a distance and stopped in front of the orphanage.

Probably a kind person who came to collect donations?

All in all, when a distinguished guest comes, it is best not to show a dirty little girl like her in the other party's sight.

Therefore, the little Huayin hugged the handle of the broom and silently retreated to an inconspicuous place near the gate.

The door opens.First it was the driver, and then the burly man in a black suit and sunglasses respectfully opened the door of the rear compartment.

Look at this posture... There must be some rich man sitting in the car, right?

The driver is a practicing family, and should also be a bodyguard.

Hanon subconsciously judged.

Then, the first thing to step out of the carriage was the foot of a woman wearing clogs and wrapped in cotton socks.

The hem of the cherry-colored kimono, and the hand with red nails opened the big red umbrella.

Orange bun.

Kanon opened her eyes wide.

That was the figure she longed for at first——

But at this moment, she had no time to chase after Ling Ran's powerful beauty.

The female ghost said that the world would collapse when she "died".

The appearance of Ozaki Momiji, that is to say, the final time limit is...

tonight!

There is too much urgency...!

The little Huayin subconsciously bit her chapped lips.

However, Koyo Ozaki did not go directly to the orphanage, but turned around holding an umbrella, and stretched out his other hand towards the car.

"This is the orphanage, come down quickly—"

The boy in cool black punk clothes put a fur collar coat on his body, and was pulled out by Momiji, with the other hand still holding the hat.

The woman holding the umbrella called the boy's name in an extremely gentle voice.

"Zhongye."

The young Chuya—or should be described as Shota Chuya let Ozaki Koyo lead him, and looked around blankly.

When those blue eyes met the girl, Nakahara Nakahara directly let go of Ozaki Koye's hand, and put his hands in the coat pockets, ignoring the fact that the hat might be blown away by the wind—with his Ability [Dirty Sorrow] or [Gravity Control], the important hat will never be blown away by the wind-then went straight to the dirty little loli who stood there blankly.

"You and I really look alike." The boy stood still in front of Lolita, and then slightly bowed to look at her hair color, eye color and face shape, "It's decided, I will take you away."

He took off his coat directly and wrapped it around the little girl.

"Chuya, what are you doing?" Koyo Ozaki walked over slowly and dignifiedly.

The handsome little boy raised his eyebrows that were getting sharper day by day, and held little Lolita's hand to show Hongye.

"Sister Hongye, I want to take her away."

"Ah..." Koye Ozaki bent down, looking back and forth between the two children, "They look so similar, even if they are not related by blood, they are very destined. Little girl, what's your name?"

The thought was interrupted by the appearance of Chuya Nakahara, who did not exist in his memory, and he was suddenly wrapped in a warm coat. Xiaohuayin, who was worried that tonight would be the deadline that the female ghost said, said obediently: "Hello , I am Huayin number 128."

"Don't you have a surname?" Hongye asked, standing up straight.

"No."

As soon as the little loli Huayin fell, Zhong Yuanzhong nodded: "Very well, from today onwards you will be called Zhongyuan Huayin—Sister Hongye, I want her to be my sister!"

He paused and corrected.

"I think she is my sister!"

Koyo Ozaki was stunned for a moment, and then slapped the hat.

"No matter how determined you are, you have to ask the dean here first."

Just as he was talking, he learned that the so-called philanthropist came to deliver money, and the dean took the staff and a few relatively clean and well-behaved children out to greet him.

Those children are looking forward to being adopted by rich people at a glance.

But what did they see?

The woman and the young master who were obviously guests surrounded the monster!

"Ms. Ozaki." The headmaster came over, "May I ask if my child bumped into you accidentally? I'm sorry for my negligence in discipline, and I will definitely..."

"No, it's just that I think I look a lot like her, so I'm asking Sister Hongye to adopt this child."

Zhong Yuanzhong also interrupted the dean's words, and he simply spoke loudly.

"I will take care of her as my own younger sister, wear the best clothes for her, and let her receive an education from a high-class family, so that she can live a good life." Nakahara Nakaya held Hanyin's hand tightly with one hand, and then pulled Pulling Ozaki Momiji's sleeves, "Didn't you say that you are here to adopt an adopted son? I will work harder to train myself to fulfill all your expectations, so please grant my wishes."

"You child, really..." Ozaki Koye held Xiao Nakaya's hand helplessly, and when he looked at the dean, his heart was determined, "Please let us discuss this matter carefully, the dean Mr. Chang."

"It's cold and windy outside, please come in."

"Let's go, Chuya."

The little Hanon stood where she was, letting Koyo Ozaki hold the umbrella in one hand and hold the little brother Nakaya in the other, while she was grasped by those small but warm and powerful hands, which were blue and purple with frostbite. hand, staggeringly followed.

She felt the children's eyes distorted with jealousy.

but……

What the hell is going on here?

Who is [Nakahara Chuya] who appeared as an anomaly and couldn't wait to take him away?

Moreover, that care, love, and possessiveness...

Nothing false.