[Naraku] Just to get you

"Tsk tsk, look, this guy is still back, clock."

Almost at the moment when Naluo's voice just fell, a tentacle suddenly wrapped half of Naluo's cheek.

"You nasty guy, move your dirty hand away!" Ghost Spider yelled loudly behind him.

The other half of Naluo's red eyes still looked at the clock with a smug glow, as if to say, look, it really is so.

"Ghost spider, what are you doing! You fool..."

"It's too late to grieve for him now, Clock."

Just as Naluo finished speaking, several tentacles continued to wrap him, and the owner of the tentacles was still angry: "Did you hear that, let go of your dirty hands! Clock, I can absorb this guy soon, came to you..."

"Ghost spider, it's too late..." Zhong Zhong was disheartened, and seemed to have no strength to speak.

"What are you talking about, clock?" Ghost Spider didn't quite understand.

"He's saying you're too stupid, ghost spider." Naraku's mouth trembled with a smile, "You got the order of absorption wrong, because you..."

The ghost spider's tentacles wrapped around Naraku's body were easily melted by Naraku, or absorbed by Naraku.

"Ah, what is this...situation?" The ghost spider couldn't fix his body, and passively pulled in the direction of Naluo.

"...It's a part of my body. How is it, how does it feel to return to the old place?" Naraku turned half sideways and asked the person whose body had already melted into his heart, his eyes still staring at the clock. Side, "Today, you can see how this sad and dirty guy disappeared again, clock."

"Ah, ah, I don't want to! Don't go back to that place again! Clock, clock..." The ghost spider kept struggling, and called out the name of the clock.

"Ghost spider, I still can't stand your noise." Naraku raised his right arm, speeding up the process.

"Clock, do you want to say a final goodbye to this guy?"

"Clock! Clock! Clock..." The ghost spider stretched out the other half of his arm as he exhaled, "Let me touch you again, touch you..."

The accumulated heat has already begun to surge in the clock's eye sockets.

"Ghost spider, ghost spider..." He didn't seem to know what to do other than repeating his name in a murmur.

The outstretched hand was only an inch away from his cheek, the clock was pressed against the chain blade, and a thin bloodstain had been pressed on his neck, and he was trying his best to move his face in his direction.

Naluo's eyebrows also furrowed for a moment, he didn't like the current situation, and his hands became more and more forceful.

"The clock...so handsome...handsome..."

The blurred vision of the clock widened suddenly.

After all, that hand was still a bit off. In the end, the ghost spider only had one wide open eye, and then gradually lowered it, as if to say sorry, but also as if it didn't matter.

"...Little poor." The whisper of the clock seemed to come a bit late.

The author has something to say: Hahaha, congratulations to Little Angel Ghost Dengsang for winning the first prize (≧?≦)/

One leaf Zhiqiu little angel, you are so fun (≧?≦)/