[Naraku] Just to get you

A face was reflected in the mirror, a young and beautiful cheek, with beautiful long hair hanging on the side, and one hand was caressing the face.

Like, it's so similar.

The only thing Wu left for me was this face and the coin-sized medal on his shoulder.

Thinking of something, the clock picked up a pair of scissors beside the table, and with a click, a lock of black hair fell out.

Immediately, the rustling countless long hairs all fell down, covering the ground with a thick layer of black hair, and what is now reflected in the mirror is a slightly heroic and indistinguishable cheek.

Now this appearance is much brighter and more comfortable.

"Master Lingshi, can I come in?" A childish voice came from outside the straw curtain, it was Tong Sheng.

"Well, come in."

The clock entered the house of the siblings, and only then did they know that the spirit messenger was just a legend 50 years ago. It is said that when a disaster strikes, as long as the believers wait for it devoutly, the spirit lake is the lake in the mountain, and a spirit messenger will be sent. Come and save everyone.

This legend has been circulating for a long time, the source is no longer known, and no one in the village believes it.It was as if the siblings were grasping at the last straw, so they waited until the clock appeared.

"Oh!"

"What's the matter?"

"You, why are you not wearing clothes?!" Tong Sheng said in a muffled voice, covering his face with the clothes on his hands.

"Well, I don't know how long my clothes have been soaked in water. It's good that they're not rotten now. Besides—" Zhong Zhong walked in front of Tong Sheng, "How old are you, brat, you're so ashamed, you can't be ashamed." What are men afraid of!"

"What!" Tong Sheng was startled and looked up again, seeing the exposed white flat chest, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ah, wait, with a flat chest, Tong Sheng stretched his fingers apart, facing the eyes bent down by the clock.

Those beautiful black grape eyes, but none of that is the point, the point is—

"You, where's your hair?!"

"It's too long, cut it off naturally."

The clock answered naturally.

The clothes in Tong Sheng's hands fell to the ground.

"You, why did you cut your hair?!"

After almost roaring, he turned around, covered his face and ran out.

"Hey, little devil, are these clothes for me?" Clock picked up the brown coarse clothes on the ground, patted them a few times and sighed, "Children in this era are much more difficult to understand than when I was young."

How did he know that the current appearance with short hair that exposed his chest broke a sprouting heart.

The author has something to say: Thank you Ghost Lantern Sang, little angel (≧?≦)/