[Naraku] Just to get you

The clock seems to be trapped in a deep nightmare, struggling up and down, sometimes it is the call of parents, sometimes it is the bluffing of the cousin, and the nagging of the cousin again...

Beads of sweat flowed from his forehead to the corners of his lips. He tilted his forehead slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

The field of vision was a deep, dirty black, and it took a while before it seemed to be in focus, and the surrounding wooden structures could be seen clearly.

It appears to be a simple log cabin.

Clock raised his limp hand, and brushed over the moist fur covering his body, the tentacles were soft and soft.

After a while, it seemed as if I had regained some strength, and began to gradually raise my body again.

While the hand was supporting, the clock felt that something was wrong with the air, and asked aloud, "Who is there?"

"It's me." Naluo was dressed in a purple dress, showing half of her body from the shadow of the corner of the room, and continued, "Clock, I didn't expect you to be so sharp this time."

"Naruo, what kind of tricks are you playing this time?" Clock asked while struggling with most of his body.

"Clock, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"bid farewell?"

Clock thought for a split second that he had heard a joke.

"Yeah, clock." The red eyes exposed on the half of Naluo also lowered their eyelashes, which seemed a little sad, "Hey, clock, when I disappear, will you miss me?"

"Silian?"

Clock has begun to suspect that the person in front of him is just another monster in Naraku's skin.

He wanted to go to this impostor and ask him exactly what he meant!

Clock staggered and walked a few steps, but his feet were too soft, and he threw himself on the chest of the person in front of him.

Naraku still stood there dumbly, not dodging, but clock's sore palm felt a different touch.

The body under his hand is too empty.

"Naraku, what's wrong with your body?"

"I can understand that this is your worry about me, clock?"

"It's strange, it's so strange, you don't look like you at all, Naraku..."

A hand protruded from Naluo's wide cuff, it was his relatively perfect hand, a long green and white jade hand.

The hand lifted the bar of the clock at this moment.

Naluo's red eyes glinted at the clock, and she said with a deep smile, "You think I'm weird? There are even stranger things waiting for you, Clock."

"What are you... um..."

This is simply an unbelievable thing, although all the emotional relationships were unilaterally broken by the clock early, but when this person really has to do this kind of behavior.

In addition to the increasingly tight heartbeat of the clock, you can also feel the emotion conveyed from the lips, a kind of deep sadness.

This kind of involuntary outrageous behavior made Clock feel a hint of decisive danger.

But he closed his eyes with the mastermind and tried his best to fight against the heartbeat that was about to come out of his throat in this kind of fear that was on the verge of suffocation.

Then nothing can be done.

His whole body was softer than before, it seemed that the intoxicating effect of the medicine had reappeared.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the two little angels "One Leaf Knows Autumn" and "Ghost Lantern Sang" for irrigating the nutrient solution (≧?≦)/

Haha, everything follows the original event line (≧?≦)/

Thank you Yuhui, little angel Junmo for your encouragement (≧?≦)/