[Naraku] Just to get you

In the dim cave, a few gleams of light pierced through the dense grass, and a man covered with bandages opened his red-lidded eyes, motionless.

After a while, the mischievous sunshine turned slightly, and his eyes rolled slightly.There was a rustling sound at the entrance of the cave, and a girl in white robe came in with a basket of things.

"Little poor, I'm here to see you again today." Clock said, kneeling side by side beside the injured patient.

Over the past 15 years, many of the clock's habits have been gradually assimilated here. Of course, most of this is due to Wu's strict teachings.

Taking out the warm thin soup, the clock put it on the lips with a spoon and blew it, and then handed it to the poor little withered and brown lips.

"Here, drink it. Although it is not as rich as the modern ones, it is still a rare food in this era."

The era that the clock has passed through is not an era of material abundance.The Zhanluan channel is divided into groups, so many strange and disgusting things have emerged from it.

In the final analysis, people are still broken.

"Ho... ho..." The voice was rough and hoarse like frosted, and he sipped the sparse soup with difficulty, and the remaining small part usually flowed down the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.

The clock gave him a gentle wipe every now and then.

This man has an admirably strong will to survive.

His severely wounded body was much better than the dilapidated one when he was first discovered, and his whole body was wrapped in fine and dense bandages.

At first glance, it looks like an Egyptian pharaoh.

The clock burst out laughing, and those eyes seemed to be frightened, and suddenly locked on the clock's cheek, the half-bloomed dimple.

"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that, it's so creepy, you poor boy." As he said that, the clock gently covered the victim's eyes with his hands, "Well, close it obediently, you need to sleep more, Take care of your body."

A 15-year-old clock, with this style and this Miko dress, looks like a naughty child, even though his mental age is already 20 years old.

Those eyes, as expected, obediently closed.

When the clock is packing up, it will lock on the busy figure of the clock without moving.

"I'm leaving. I'll see you tomorrow, poor boy." Clock got up and drove away, "Hey, I don't know, the witch thinks I'm being lazy again."

Witch, this word is too frequent in the mouth of the clock.

There was a rustling sound at the entrance of the cave, and the figure moved away again, and the eyes were as motionless as stagnant water.