[Naraku] Just to get you

When the first leaves fell, the clock was still a little dazed.In the blink of an eye, another autumn is coming.It has been nearly sixteen years since we came to this era of evil plundering everywhere.

When will I wake up from this seemingly real and illusory era?

After half a year of recuperation, the poor little girl in the mountain cave has already healed very well, and can speak normally and fluently, but that's all.

The poor little spine seemed to be broken at the very beginning of the injury—I'm afraid it will be difficult to stand up again in this life.

There was a rustle at the entrance of the hole, the bandaged body trembled slightly, and a pair of eyes looked at the light with a thick light that seemed to be liquid.

"Little poor, how are you feeling today?"

"Clock, I feel fine, fine—"

It's good that you come.

Supporting the little poor boy to lean on his knees, he sipped the soup on his own with trembling hands, but there was a hint of irritability in his expression.

In the final analysis, probably I am too useless, this dilapidated and weak body!

After a routine day visit to the grottoes, Clock rushed back to Wu's side from the back mountain.

See you tomorrow, was the clock's customary closing word to the poor little one.

The atmosphere around Wu was unusual. She took off her white robe and red background, and put on a whole body of armor instead, with a hint of indescribable sadness in her inviolable awe.

"Clock, can I trust you?" Wu's expression carried an indescribable heaviness.

"Wu, what's the matter?" Clock was confused and had to ask.

"Clock, do you remember what I told you once?" Wu turned to another topic.

"Remember, you once said that you have witchcraft, and your job is to eliminate demons. You can't show your vulnerable side at any time, so that monsters will take advantage of it." The clock flashed and the words came to mind, and my heart It's been a little guesswork.

A lot of people dressed as warriors knelt beside Wu, and they respected Wu as devoutly as if they believed in faith.

"Please help us!" The voices were uniform and powerful!

Wu Lue leaned over and lifted up the oldest white-haired elder in front of him, only to see that the old man gestured to the people around him, and someone had already knelt down respectfully and brought a wooden box.

Clock felt a little uneasy, somehow, he remembered a Greek myth - Pandora's box.