Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

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What sounds seem to be on the ground

Baye tensed up his nerves in an instant, retreated to the red monster with a single step, lowered the paper fan, and scanned the land in front of him with concentration.

The underworld is very dark, so dark that it is so dark that it is so dark that it is hopeless.

In this desperate land, there were two vines entwined with each other in front of Baye, clenched into a fist, and bowed gently.

"I didn't expect to meet the Lord of One Hundred Ghosts here. Old lady, I'm really honored."

An old female voice came from the opposite side. It was hard to tell left, right, up and down in the fog. I only knew it was from the opposite side, as if the vines on Matt's body were speaking.

"Wisteria, what are you doing? A plant monster like you will be fine even if you don't eat ghosts, right?"

The red monster pointed at the twin flowers on Matt's shoulders and suddenly took a step forward, and Baye quickly followed suit. At the same time, he looked at the strange twin flowers and had some bad guesses in his heart.

As if feeling the suspicious look in Ba Ye's eyes, Purple Wisteria suddenly retracted all the extending vines and tried to look non-threatening.

"Onmyoji of Eight Nights, things are not what you think."

"Nine years ago, I was sleeping here, and a woman who looked like this" a vine extended from Matt Dai's body and pointed at Kai, "suddenly appeared next to me. She was really ~ extremely beautiful."

Baye looked at Kai along the vines and thought to himself that your aesthetics are quite youthful.

"She is just an ordinary person, and she will soon turn into a wandering spirit. So I helped her and let her beautiful love grow into a human face flower, so that she can wait for the person she is waiting for."

Eight Nights: "Human Face Flower"

The human face does not know where to go, Peach Blossom still laughs spring breeze.

The wisteria leads to acacia, and the peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other's red.

Speaking of which, is this purple wisteria a warm-hearted and kind-hearted monster?

On the other side, after being warmed by the green light for a period of time, Matt's eyes finally regained clarity. Seeing this, he immediately grabbed Kai's arm tightly and shouted anxiously:

"Kay, why are you dressed like this and still have our youth sports tights?"

Feeling guilty and uncomfortable, Kai burst into tears instantly, hid his face and shouted: "I'm sorry, Dad, the youth sports tights you taught me were ruined by dogs."

Baye was very unhappy listening to it. What nonsense are you talking about? Aren’t dogs also forced by you?

"Kay"

"dad"

The two hugged each other and cried bitterly. I don't know if it was Ba Ye's illusion, but the vines around them seemed to tremble together. Immediately, the layers of leaves danced, catching their tears, which saved Baye the trouble.

The two young and passionate people might stop crying once they start crying, so even if they are diametrically opposed, Baye still has to remind them to pay attention to the time issue.

"Two"

"Kai is so good. Your chest muscles are already stronger than daddy."

"Dad, I have been following your instructions and training myself hard."

"Kay"

"dad"

Eight nights:

What should I do? I feel like I can’t insert it into my mouth at all.

There is no sunset or sea in the underworld, but the passion between the two still lasts forever. But Purple Wisteria can't bear it anymore. Why are the two grown men like they are made of water? There are so many tears that I can't hold them anymore.

"Matt, Matt, don't cry anymore, or you will really disappear."

Indeed, although Wisteria had caught all the tears, as the tears continued to fall, Matt Dai's body became increasingly bleak, as if it would dissipate immediately.

Zitengluo's words interrupted the enthusiasm between father and son, and Baye quickly found every opportunity to tell them all about tears, soul power, and the length of the call.

He tried his best to explain it in an easy-to-understand manner, but the father and son still had to ask several times before they finally understood.

At this time, the tears on the leaves of the purple wisteria were mixed together in twos and threes, and it was impossible to tell which drop was which.