[Naraku] Just to get you

Rumbling, muffled thunder followed by another sound, gloomy, even the wind froze, making people breathless for no reason.

God, it's going to rain.

The sound of the clock's clogs stepping on the floor is light

——Da, da, da, they hit the city lord Yin Dao's heart one after another.

A short-haired boy in a white shirt and red trousers, a wizard's outfit, knelt gently on both knees in front of the bed of the city lord Yin Dao.

The pupils of the city lord Yindao shrank suddenly, and he staggered to the side unbearably, as if he couldn't bear it.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough... cough cough..."

He started coughing again, but this time it seemed to be particularly intense, as if he wanted to cough out his heart and lungs.

The corners of Clock's trembling lips suddenly pursed into a smile.

How rare, are you ashamed?ashamed?Guilt or guilty conscience?

Naraku! ?

"Master City Master, please pass over your hand." Clock bowed down to request respectfully.

A white and slender hand stretched out.

The clock also took the hand respectfully.

Cold, very cold, very cold.

This hand no longer had the warmth it had when it was a human being, and it felt like an ice cube to the touch.

But what's funny is that when this hand touched the hands of the clock, as if it was too cold to withstand a little temperature, the five fingers trembled slightly.

"Master Witch, how is the health of our Lord City Master?" the retainer Lao Langwan asked respectfully from the outside of the curtain.

"Well, I still need to check the tongue coating of the Lord City Lord, I wonder if it is possible?"

"This?"

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... witch... please..." The city lord propped up his sickly body and approached the clock's face, sticking out a red, white and greasy thick tongue.

The city lord Yin Dao didn't withdraw his hand, and the clock couldn't be thrown aside in front of Lao Langmaru, so he had to check it awkwardly.

But the Lord of Yin Dao's gaze is as if substantive, drooling on the clock's cheek

— This is the face!These are the eyes!This is the man!

clock!

Zhong Zhong felt a tingling pain spread thinly on his cheek, and the coldness of the wrist at his hand seemed to affect his body as well.

He couldn't help shivering.

The author has something to say: Hahahaha, this is a free flight (≧?≦)/