[Naraku] Just to get you

Numerous tentacles cut endlessly, while blocking the surrounding people, and at the same time faintly cover the surrounding area at the top of the center, wrapping layer by layer, wishing to hide this treasure only in the closest place, so as not to let others know .

"So, this smell is exactly the same as that guy!" Inuyasha said while shaking his nose, and his eyes focused on the boy with only one face left on the outside, "I don't know what this brat is planning?"

"Flying bones!" Coral, wearing a gas mask, drove the mica around to cut down the tentacles, and it took a while to stop. "Strange, the clock seems to tell me to stop?"

"I'm thinking, maybe this is exactly what he planned. After all, Naraku could have used him to resist Inuyasha's blow in the Fantasy Kill last time, but in the end he chose to protect him and bear it with his own body..." Mitreya He said with a serious expression.

"So, what is the unclear relationship between this brat and Naraku?"

"Inuyasha, let's now..." Kagome asked worriedly.

"I see, why don't we talk about it first. Look..." Mitreya said, pointing to the sky not far away, "They seem to be talking about something over there..."

The clock on this side was wrapped and moved, and quickly moved to the tentacle man, but the strength of these tentacles was just right, although at first it was a bit impatient and overpowered.

Now, although it has been strengthened layer by layer, it seems that because of peace of mind, the strength is gradually not loose or tight, neither making the clock feel uncomfortable, nor allowing him to break free.

However, for now, he won't break free.

"Who are you? Who is it? Why do I long for you so much in my heart?" That handsome cheek moved closer, "Your eyes are so beautiful, hehehe, I want to dig them out!"

"And the smell on your body!" The man's nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing carefully, "It's so comfortable, so comfortable, hehehe, I want to eat it!"

He looked crazy, looked left and right, put aside the madness at the beginning, now that he held this person in his hand, he didn't know how to deal with it.

The clock looked at him like this, but smiled.

"It seems that it's been 50 years, and you have forgotten a lot of things?" The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he said word by word, "Little, poor, pity."

After saying these three words, Zhong Zhong couldn't control the itching in his throat anymore, and coughed violently, his face was covered with a typhoid blush, but he looked even weaker.

"Small poor?"

The man's face seemed to be stunned, and he repeated the three words word by word.However, just after the ending, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Who? Who is he? Who is the poor boy? Ah..."

Now because of the headache, this handsome cheek began to move with distinct veins, which looked very ferocious one by one!

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel "Ghost Lantern Mulberry" for irrigating the nutrient solution (≧?≦)/

Feather gray little angel, let's be beautiful and bubbling together (≧?≦)/

Little angel Xiyao is a frank child (≧?≦)/