I'm the heroine of a love game in a comic book

There is a wisteria tree planted in the courtyard belonging to Renjian Yindao and Yuecheng Xuejian. It is said that it was planted by the Lord of Renjian City when he just conquered this city. When spring comes, the flowers droop down and sway in the wind.

Xuejian felt that she and Zi Teng were really destined to be together. There was one in the house where her parents lived in the past, and there is another one in the courtyard where they live now in the Warring States Period.

With a certain mood, she also took the piano and sat under the wisteria tree to play like her parents.

When the song ended, a gust of wind blew by. Xuejian quickly covered her eyes with her sleeves. When she opened her eyes again, she found that Naraku was standing in front of her.

He likes to look down on people.

Yue Chengxue realized it after seeing it. And every time he looked at her, his expression was very subtle. His attire and temperament were obviously very fierce, but when he looked at her, a strange red color jumped out of his eyes, as if he couldn't control it.

Just like now, she is clearly wearing a formal white crane-patterned feather kimono and horse-riding hakama, with her slightly curly hair tied up in a ponytail behind her head. She must have just accompanied the city lord to receive envoys from other countries. The gentle smile on her face has not yet faded, but her red eyes and demonic markings have already appeared.

Did I play the piano badly, or does Naraku just not like wisteria flowers? Is it necessary to be so excited?

Xuejian doubts life.

I thought that since I had accompanied Naraku through the first day of the new moon when he lost his demon power for the past two months, he would have accepted it and their relationship would be better.

"Do you like wisteria?" He asked suddenly without any context.

"Yeah, everything is fine?"

Are you going to give me a kimono or a hairpin or something like that? Xuejian felt a little expectant.

However, after waiting for several days, nothing happened.

Tsukishiro Yukimi was depressed and played the music out of tune. Kuriko and Taromaru were both defeated and cried, "Please stop playing, my head hurts."

“Is it really that bad to listen to?”

"It's really hard to hear." Both of them nodded.

Xue Jian smiled grimly, "Isn't this another new song? The kind with great destructive power."

Master Yuecheng’s new song "Soul Stealer" was released. In the next three battles, he forced the opponent to surrender twice in less than an incense stick of time, and once the opponent foamed at the mouth and lost his combat effectiveness. I hope the master will continue to work hard and create greater glory.

Putting down the flute in her hand, Tsukishiro Xuejian nodded to Naraku, but the other party did not rush to pick up the head but looked at her with a complicated expression.

"What’s wrong with you."

After spending half a year together, Xuejian has already understood the real meaning of this sentence: What is the problem with the song you are playing? Can you change it? I can't stand it anymore, etc.

But she chose to play dumb.

"I'm fine, it's just that it's spring and I don't want to see animals mating hehe."

Under their feet, the ones whose ears were pierced by the evil sound were a pair of mantis spirits. The male mantis's head was still in the female mantis's mouth, but its body was blocking the female mantis.

We really want to die together. Bah, today I will represent the Falun Gong group to enforce justice.

Naraku cleverly changed the subject.

"The strongest one," he shouted, and a group of huge wasps with bulging red eyes flew over. Xuejian's head exploded when she saw this thing. How could she forget that there were such things besides the children born by Naraku himself? It was too scary.

Naraku raised his head towards Xuejian, and one of the most powerful ones flew towards Xuejian.

"It will follow you from now on, and any news you have will be delivered through it."

"No, it's ugly." Xuejian refused firmly. This was absolutely not possible.

Zui Mengsheng, who was circling around Yuecheng Xuejian just now, suddenly stopped in mid-air, looking like he was hit hard.

"...Don't show up in front of me. I don't like multi-legged animals and insects."

The most powerful one flew to the back listlessly.

"Let's go back. I'm a little tired."

After dealing with Zuimengsheng, Xuejian comforted herself that out of sight, out of mind, and said to Naraku.

Unexpectedly, Naraku's expression was a little strange, and he looked at her thoughtfully.

"?"

"Nothing, let's go."

After saying that, Naraku stretched out his tentacles and wrapped them around Xuejian's waist. The tentacles were densely packed with protruding tentacles, and at first glance they looked like a centipede.

Although she didn't understand why he suddenly started to wrap his tentacles around her again after such a long time, Xuejian did not refuse.

After observing her reaction, Naraku seemed to feel better.

Back in the courtyard, Naraku placed Xuejian directly under the wisteria flowers and said, "Wait a moment."

Then he went back into the house.

Yuecheng Xuejian didn't understand what was going on, so she just sat under the tree and waited obediently.

After a while, Naraku came out wearing new clothes.

The dark purple sleeveless haori is embroidered with dark wisteria flowers, and underneath is a navy blue kimono with round patterns. If you look closely, you can see wisteria embroidered on the hem of the clothes as well.

Naraku threw the zither to her.

"Play it. Play the same piece you played last time."

After saying that, he sat down opposite her and closed his eyes, seeming to really enjoy the music.

No way, you asked me if I like wisteria, then made new clothes for myself and watched me play the piano?

Xuejian was stunned. Why don’t you play by the rules?

She was stunned for a long time, until Naraku opened his eyes and urged her silently.

…For some reason, this scene resembles the harmonious relationship between my parents when I was a child.

Xuejian lowered her head and carefully played the melody from her memory.

Wisteria flowers cover the ground, rippling the spring water.