I am the one holding the Higan flower in my hand

Kuriyama Kuriko pulled away very knowingly, never crossing the red line. "Okay, Tsukihiko-sama," she said softly.

There was no need for Kibutsuji Muzan to call the other person 'Tsukihiko-sama' when there was a human being present.

"You should be grateful for your vampire skills."

Kuriyama Kuriko's main job is to be an emotionally stable subordinate. He is not angry at all, but agrees, "Yes, I am really lucky to have such a vampire technique."

"It will make you expect more from me."

Even if you try to flatter someone, you won't be able to wear it, and it's the same here in Kibutsuji Mumei. He snorted lightly and didn't say anything to refute.

Because Miyamoto and his wife did not follow closely.

Kuriyama Kuriko thought about why she had this kind of vampire technique, "Is it because of my living environment? If I want to survive, I need to know the plants in the mountains."

She was very interested in why she had this kind of vampire technique. A few days ago, she pestered Naruto to ask what vampire techniques she knew, and found that she was quite special.

It was almost as if Kuriyama Kuriko took a peek at Onimbutsuji Muzan and appeared looking for the blue Higan flower for this person.

But, so what, she didn't care at all.

Things in this world always have gains and losses. Instead of worrying about such things, it is better to think about how to get more things. Without this blood ghost technique, how could the ghost king allow himself to stay by his side? He would be afraid of being chopped into eighteen pieces by the ghost killing team, and all he would get was, "Trash."

It's not that Kibutsuji Mumei likes to check what his subordinates are thinking. It's actually that this subordinate is thinking about something at a glance. He has to go and see what other miscellaneous things the other person is thinking about.

On the contrary... he is very self-aware, and Kibutsuji thought bitterly after watching it.

"Since you know your usefulness, you should work hard. Why were you wandering outside yesterday?" Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan, who was fine, began to settle accounts after the fall.

Lishan Lizi's face stiffened and he hesitated.

Fortunately, Miyamoto and his wife, after finishing their whisper, came over and rescued her, "What are the siblings whispering about?"

Mrs. Miyamoto smiled and took Kuriyama Kuriko's arm affectionately, and held the other hand of Muzan Kibutsuji.

For a moment, Kuriyama Kuriko's hair stood on end, and he truly felt the murderous intention of Muzuji Onimusuji, which lasted for more than ten seconds, but in the end, the angry ghost king did nothing.

He didn’t break free from ‘mother’s’ hand.

Lizi became a little curious about his boss. Judging from the fragmentary pictures he inherited, he should have lived for hundreds of years. How did he spend these hundreds of years?

There is nothing else, except that every time I see him, his clothes are different, and at first glance, they are expensive clothes. As a ghost, why do you have so many clothes?

Speaking of the first time, Kibutsuji Muzan said it would make money.

A ghost still wants to make money?

How to put it, I just have an inexplicable feeling as to why a ghost can still make money so honestly.

This person seems to be in some inexplicable places with some strange persistence.

For example...you must close the door when you go out.

Kuriyama Kuriko was embarrassed to say that at first she forgot to close the door of the herb house several times, and the next day she saw a displeased Kibutsuji Mumei. In the end, she was taught a lesson, and she finally remembered it.

In fact, in her past life, she did not have the concept of closing the door casually.

Also, he hates when his subordinates are in a panic, so even if he is scared in his heart, he can say it in words, but he must not act in a panic.

Kuriyama Kuriko saw a ghost with his own eyes, and his life was taken away for such a ridiculous reason.

No matter how much the ghost begged, it didn't change the ghost's decision. Begging for mercy didn't cause any waves in the ghost king's heart.

Therefore, Kuriyama Kuriko is grateful for her special vampire skills, and she is also very wise in putting finding the blue Higanbana first.

Oniwu Tsuji Muzan had a very good chat with his 'parents' and was fully loved.

As they chatted, they started to talk about what Oniitsuji Muzan was interested in.

"I'm very interested in medicine,"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Miyamoto, who runs the hospital, was extremely surprised. "You like this? Okay, okay, okay. As expected of my son, good, good, good."

Mr. Miyamoto was very happy and hugged his son.

Kuriyama Kuriko's heart skipped a beat.

"As expected of my son, it's great that my father's hospital has a successor," Mr. Miyamoto said with a smile, and then asked his son what medical books he had read with bright eyes.

Oniwu Tsujimu picked a few and named them.

"Are you already watching this?" Mr. Miyamoto was shocked and couldn't believe it for a moment, and asked again and again, fearing that he had heard wrongly.

My own son is reading these books at this age. He is a genius.

"Ahem," Mr. Miyamoto coughed lightly, finally remembering to maintain his image as a father. He gently patted Kibutsuji Mukai's shoulder twice to express his intimacy, then let go and pretended to be casual. a question.

His face was calm and calm, and he almost put his ear to it when he heard Oniitsuji Mukai's answer. After hearing the correct answer, the smile on his lips could not be suppressed no matter how hard he tried.

Mr. Miyamoto didn't want to be obvious outside, so he twisted his whole face for a while.

Kuriyama Kuriko glanced at it and wanted to say, ‘Just laugh if you want, don’t suppress yourself, your face is almost cramping. ’

Mrs. Miyamoto curled her lips in a funny way.

The two of them were deeply trapped in the falsehood planted by Oniitsuji Muzai, and they were happy to have such a wonderful son.

The smile on Kibutsuji Muzan's face was still decent. He was really good at pretending, and he could always respond modestly to his parents' compliments.

Let others have a good impression of him.

In fact, he himself was not moved at all by these words.

He appropriately proposed that he wanted to visit his father's hospital, and Mr. Miyamoto naturally agreed happily, as he wished he could go there and visit right now.

Then they chatted for a few more words for some reason. The excited Mr. Miyamoto waved his hand and said that as the head of the family, he would go to the hospital today and go shopping tomorrow.

Kuriyama Kuriko, "..."

What about going out to buy clothes, food, and jewelry as promised? I feel aggrieved and dare not resist.

Mr. Miyamoto waved his hand, stopped a car, and the family of four turned around and headed to the hospital named after Mr. Miyamoto. It was the first time to ride in such a strange 'car'. Kuriyama Kuriko walked in cautiously and sat down next to Muzan Kibutsuji in a very reserved manner.

I only dare to sit on half of my butt.

"Kuriyama, you can sit down a little bit," Mrs. Miyamoto noticed something strange. The woman with a privileged life thought for a while in her heart, and pulled Kuriyama Lizi distressedly and asked her to sit back, "It's okay."

Kuriyama Kuriko, "..." I am not afraid of riding in the car, but I am afraid of squeezing into the person next door, "It's okay..."

"Sister, mom is right,"

Suddenly, Oniwu Tsujimu made a sound and glanced at Kuriyama Kuriko with his red eyes.

Kuriyama Kuriko didn't dare to shirk anymore and carefully got into the back seat. The three people in the back seat were a bit crowded.

"Why are Rizi's hands so cold? You need to replenish them when you get back." Mrs. Miyamoto held Kuriyama Rizi's hand, her distressed eyes a little red, "It's all my fault for leaving you in the countryside."

Mrs. Miyamoto had already blamed herself several times in just one day. Seeing the other party giving up his true feelings for false memories, Kuriyama Kuriko felt a little uncomfortable.

"Did mom make it with her own hands?" Kuriyama Kuriko suddenly asked.

Mrs. Miyamoto paused for a moment, then her eyes became slightly moist, and her voice was choked, "Of course, you must try mother's handicrafts on chestnuts."

"That's too bad," Mr. Miyamoto, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly interjected, "Kuri, you're going to become a frequent visitor to the hospital."

Mrs. Miyamoto, "..."

"Alada~~~~," What should I say in front of the children? I don't want to lose face.

"I'm telling the truth," Mr. Miyamoto said with a smile, "When we first got married, you made me soup with your own hands..."

"Okay," Mrs. Miyamoto, who had always been gentle, raised her voice angrily. The past was too painful to look back on, and she didn't want to go back at all.

Mrs. Miyamoto was frightened and embarrassed at the thought of putting her husband in the hospital.

Kuriyama Kuriko didn't expect that someone would make something that could poison people. Hearing this, he turned his head in surprise and looked at Mrs. Miyamoto.

Mrs. Miyamoto felt even more embarrassed when her daughter looked at her like this. However, she still had to maintain the majesty of her elders. She tried to maintain her calmness and said, "Don't listen to what your father said. That was before. Trust me, you won't do it now."

It's actually true, "..." Kuriyama Kuriko said euphemistically, "How about I do it with my mother."

"What?" Mrs. Miyamoto was very surprised. She liked this kind of mother-daughter time and couldn't wait to agree.

As he spoke, the speeding car arrived at its destination.

"Sir, we're here," the driver said to several people.