I am the one holding the Higan flower in my hand

As soon as Kuriyama Kuriko stepped into the door, Mrs. Miyamoto, who was restless, rushed to her, took her hand and looked at her carefully. Mrs. Miyamoto's voice changed to a worried tone, completely different from her usual tone. Elegant and calm, "How about——"

Almost ready to cry.

"Mom shouldn't have let you go out alone, I should have followed, I should have followed..." Mrs. Miyamoto said repeatedly, "I should have followed" while checking whether Kuriyama Kuriko was injured.

After the examination was completed and she saw that Li Zi was not injured, Mrs. Miyamoto breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I wouldn't have gone out if I had known better."

she said, sounding annoyed.

"It's all my fault. Why did I ask you to go on a blind date when you have nothing to do?"

Mrs. Miyamoto seemed to have endless words to say. Kuriyama Kuriko stared at the anxious-eyed woman in front of her, her heart suddenly trembled, and she subconsciously reached out to hold Mrs. Miyamoto's hand.

The hands in my hands were shaking.

"Mom, I'm okay," she said slowly.

After a while, a smile slowly broke out on his face and he repeated, "I'm fine, Mom."

"don’t worry."

"Ahem," Mr. Miyamoto, who was sitting on the sofa, coughed lightly, reminding the two of them to pay attention to himself. He said with a straight face, "Why did you let your benefactor leave?"

Kuriyama Riko pulled Mrs. Miyamoto over and sat down, "Mr. Wei Mingyu has something else to do."

Mr. Miyamoto nodded and kept his face serious, "I have already heard what Honda said. Don't be so reckless next time. As a girl, you should protect yourself first."

Mr. Miyamoto's eyes showed disapproval and disapproval.

"Look at how you made your clothes look like," he stared into Kuriyama Kuriko's eyes, "it's actually avoidable, right?"

Kuriyama Kuriko knew what Mr. Miyamoto was talking about. The father was not accusing his daughter of torn clothes. He actually said that she should not risk her own life to save others.

Kuriyama Kuriko didn't refute, nodded obediently, and whispered, "Yes, daddy."

Mr. Miyamoto's tense face relaxed, and he lowered his voice, "I'm not blaming you."

"I know you are worried about me."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Miyamoto's lips and he said, "Not bad."

Mr. Miyamoto's love is implicit and majestic, and what he wants to say is always hidden in his words. He stood up and looked at his wife, "It's late today, Li Zi needs to rest."

Mrs. Miyamoto held on to Kuriyama Kuriko and refused to let go. Mr. Miyamoto glanced at her and went back to the room without saying anything.

"Your father is hard-spoken and soft-hearted." Although she knew that her daughter understood what her husband meant, Mrs. Miyamoto was still afraid that her daughter would misunderstand and helped translate what her husband meant. "He cares about you."

Kuriyama Kuriko smiled, "I know, Mom."

Mrs. Miyamoto held Kuriyama Kuriko's hand and looked at her. She sighed for a long time and reached out to touch Kuriyama's face. "Really..." she muttered, "Tokyo's security needs to be strengthened. We pay attention every year." So much money, what are they doing?”

Mrs. Miyamoto was angry and her tone was unpleasant.

"It's none of their business," Kuriyama Kuriko whispered, trying to persuade Mrs. Miyamoto in front of her not to be angry and to calm down. There was nothing wrong with her, it was all an accident.

After a while, Mrs. Miyamoto calmed down and took Kuriyama Kuriko upstairs to let her rest.

"I'm going to see my brother," Kuriyama Kuriko said.

Mrs. Miyamoto lowered her voice, "That child Tsukihiko doesn't know yet. He is reading in the study. You can tell him yourself."

Kuriyama Kuriko remained calm and nodded, then gently knocked on the door, "Ahem, brother Tsukihiko, I'm in."

There was no sound from inside the door.

She turned the doorknob and pushed it open.

Under the light, the young boy was looking down at a book, seemingly unaware of the movement at the door. Kuriyama Kurizi closed the door and knelt down, unequivocally.

Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan raised his head.

His red plum-colored eyes looked cold and condescending, and his pale face was as calm as water, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"I'm very sorry, Tsukihiko-sama, I didn't ask for the address of the Demon Slayer Squad," Kuriyama Kuriko said carefully, bowing her head respectfully.

The only sound in the room was the sound of books turning.

Kuriyama Kuriko knelt on the ground motionless, the clothes on her back gradually getting wet with sweat.

"Go down," she finally heard what she wanted to hear after a long time. She didn't dare to laugh, but still maintained a respectful posture, stood up carefully, and closed the door softly.

It wasn't until she returned to the room that she breathed out softly.

After standing there for a while, she walked to the exit. There were all kinds of flowers planted under her room, and there were flowers blooming in almost all seasons. There was a faint floral fragrance in the air, which penetrated her heart and blew away the tension in her heart.

She moved a stool, rested her elbows on the window, propped her chin up, and looked at the flowers in the yard.

I didn't bother to think about anything in particular, just letting my mind wander.

"Vampire control," she said softly. One of the flowers downstairs began to grow wildly. She came to the second floor tremblingly and stretched out the blooming flower in front of Li Zi.

Li Zi stretched out her hand, and the flowers fell into her palm.

She looked at it and bit into the petals, "Bah, it doesn't taste good."

Kuriyama Kuriko threw away the flowers in her hand with an unhappy look on her face and said with an indignant expression, "I don't believe it. Is there really only one thing I can eat? I will definitely find something else to eat."

After she swore, she closed the window and finally went to take a shower.

With this goal in mind, in the next week, Kuriyama Kuriko worked extra hard to find the blue Higanbana. She began to actively try to experiment with the effects of plants. When Mrs. Miyamoto asked her if she wanted to stay at her grandmother's house in Osaka for a while, she remembered that the gifts she bought a few days ago had not yet been given to Mrs. Miyamoto.

Busily holding the carefully selected gift, he shyly gave it to Mrs. Miyamoto.

Naturally, she had prepared a gift for Onibutsuji Muzan, but she was a little afraid to give it because it was obvious that this gift would not make the Oni King happy, but would make her feel that she was not doing her job properly.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Miyamoto saw the clues and rushed to the door. Kuriyama Kuriko could only knock on the door.

The eyes that looked over were cold.

Kuriyama Kuriko smiled unnaturally, and reluctantly took out the gift on her back, "Ms. Tsukihiko, this is a gift for you."

If it had been anyone else, they would have pretended to be happy when they received a gift, even if they were unhappy in their hearts. Onibutsuji Mumei would not be like this, especially when the person opposite was his subordinate.

His face was sullen and displeased.

Kuriyama Kuriko bowed her head honestly, no need to scold, she had already begun to apologize and reflect on herself.

"I know I wasted my time, but when I saw this gift, I immediately thought of you." Kuriyama Kuriko carefully but quickly opened the gift box and took out the red plum brooch inside, "Only such beautiful things Things can appear around you.”

Kibutsuji Muzanbi was not impressed by the flattery, his eyes swept over the brooch, he paused for a few seconds as if he had made a decision, then a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said calmly, "Let's go out. "

Li Zi blinked, knowing that this meant accepting the brooch. She gently put the thing on the desk and turned around to leave.