Boss Scraps likes me too much, what should I do?

Luo Ji died, along with his elder brother Taro the prostitute, on the second night after Yue Ya and Wu Mi left.

It is said that there was a big fight with the guys from the Ghost Killing Squad, and half of Huajie was destroyed.

It's hard to say whether it's luck or misfortune, at least the two brothers and sisters went to Huangquan Road neatly together, presumably they won't be alone on the road.

Although it is only the sixth of the first string, after all, it is the first time that the upper string has lost in the battle with the Ghost Killing Team in the hundreds of years. The secret balance seems to have been broken at this time.

When Wu Mi received this news, it was time to deal with the identity of "Fujiwara Junguo". I don't know if it's a coincidence or what. The weather in Kyoto has become a bit bad that day. It's gloomy, and it seems to be raining up.

When Yueya received the obituary from "Junguo", she was sitting with Wu Cang drinking tea, and almost spit out the water from her mouth when she heard the news sent by Fujiwara house, and then showed a sad look at the servant at the door With an unbelievable look, he sent people away.When I returned to my room, I found that the inside was already a mess, and everything that could be smashed had been smashed.

Oni Wu Tsuji was sitting in a piece of rubbish, only his seat and the teacup in his hand were intact.

Yue Yue's right eyelid twitched, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

Wu Mi was still holding a steaming teacup in his hand, and the curling white smoke floated up the air, covering his beautiful face indistinctly.

It was late at night, the moon was bright and the stars were thin outside the window, and a few orange candles were lit for lighting in the room.

The seaweed-like long hair combined with the wispy white smoke slightly made Yueya unable to see Wu Mi's expression clearly in the dark room at this time, but it was not good that Yue Ya could also feel Wu Mi's mood at this time.

"It's just a fake identity, why are you so angry?"

Yue Ya walked towards Wu Mi, and softened her voice when she spoke.Kicking the fragments at the foot aside, it was the vase I bought by chance when I saw the jade pot last time, now it is broken and lying at the foot of Crescent Moon, even the flowers that Crescent Moon casually put inside are also crumpled.

Only then did Wu Mi raise his head to look at Yueya, his pair of red plum-like eyes are now like a wolf that chooses to eat people, as if it can bite off a piece of flesh from anyone who offends him.

"Not because of this."

There was impatience and suppressed anger in Wu Mi's tone, it seemed that he was very angry.

When Crescent Moon swept the debris away, the debris under his feet collided and made a sparse sound. He seemed to ask casually, "What's the matter, what happened?"

Wu Mi didn't say it immediately, her expression was gloomy as if someone owed him money.He looked at Yueya, his eyes seemed to be staring straight at the smiling Yueya in front of him, to see if he was hiding any secrets.

See what's hidden under his beautiful skin.

Under Wu Mi's eyes, Yue Ya still looked as usual, walked to Wu Mi's side, looked at her own chair that was also cut in half, and sighed.

"Hey, where do you let me sit like this?"

With a sad look, there was still a delicate tone in his tone.

Wu Mi held back for a long time, then squinted his eyes, patted his thigh with his hand, and said in a low voice, "It's also possible here."

Yueya thought that you had a good plan, scolded Wu Mi, then smiled and sat down on Wu Mi's lap without any resistance.

Wu Mi didn't expect Yueya to really sit. As soon as Yueya sat on his buttocks, his body froze, like a wooden man sitting in the position.

"If you let me sit, I will sit." Yue Ya blinked at Wu Mi, her expression was very calm, only Wu Mi was flustered and her heart was beating like a drum.

"happy."

Wu Mi: Happiness is happiness, why don't I dare to move.

Crescent: ... :)

Wu Mi looked down at Crescent Moon in front of him, and found that although he was holding him in his arms, he couldn't understand him.

When Yueya smiled at him, did she really smile?

The teacup in his hand was taken away by Yue Ya, his hands were empty, Wu Mi hesitated for a moment and then subconsciously put it gently on Yue Ya's shoulders and legs.

Too thin, compared to the current self.

Although the crescent moon in Wu Mi's memory was thin, it didn't seem to be as thin as it is now.

Is there something wrong with his memory, or he is thinking too much.

Wu Mi closed his eyes, and then said it.

"Fakuji and her brother Taro the prostitute are dead."

"just now."

The movements in Yueya's hand paused, and then took a sip of water from Wumi's teacup.

"Oh."

It was expected, seeing Zenitsu that day and knowing that Tanjirou still had Zhuru, he expected that Rakuhime would die.

What fluctuations, what fluctuations can there be.

He didn't know him, and he didn't say a word. He was still the man-eating evil spirit that he should have killed in the first place.

Even if you don't die now, you will die later.

"Is that how you react?"

Wu Mi was a little confused, watching Yue Ya move her mouth, but realized that her words were a bit redundant.

Crescent Moon was surprised, she raised her eyes and saw nothing.

"How do I react?"

"That's your subordinate, do I have to cry twice for you?"

It would be strange for Yueya to cry twice listening to Wu Mi's words, and Wu Mi still wondered if he was secretly involved in something.

What Wu Mi asked was really nonsensical, and he realized it himself, frowning with a hint of irritability.

Crescent Moon didn't seem to have said enough, she continued to talk while holding her teacup, testing back and forth on the edge of Wu Mi's rationality.

"Wu Mi, I can accept you, but that doesn't mean I will accept your subordinates."

"I didn't kill them in front of you, it's already very polite."

That's what makes people uncomfortable.

Wu Mi's face was livid, staring at Crescent Moon for a while, unable to speak.

Yueya showed a distressed expression again, stretched out her hand to touch Wumi's face, and then kissed Wumi's forehead while holding it.

"Don't worry." Yue Ya smiled, "I don't care about their life or death."

"I only care about you."

Wu Mi: ...

Wu Mi was angry and angry, but what Yue Ya said made him a little happy.

Because he is the kind of character who values ​​himself and others are talking nonsense. One crescent moon is already the result of the sun coming out from the west.

If you really want to let Wu Mi consider it, of course it is the most important thing to let yourself live.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I knew that Luo Ji and her brother were useless." Wu Mi said with a sullen face, "As expected, they all died from the place where the most human blood is the most, and they are worthless."

Crescent Moon thought that it wasn't like this when you told people yesterday that you did a particularly good job.

A look of concern and compassion for subordinates.

"Ghosts are as many as I can make."

Wuyou said something lightly, like a provocation to Yueya.

Crescent Moon's smile stiffened.

Ancestor, I'm afraid you don't know that the sins you have to redeem in hell have already been scheduled for the year of the monkey, don't you think there are not enough?

Yueya: "Then I will kill as many as possible."

No misery: "..."

Wu Mi: Fuck.

Wu Mi was in a fit of anger, and Crescent Moon began to whisper in his ear, which disturbed Wu Mi uncomfortably.

"The Fujiwara couple invited me to Jun Guo's funeral."

Crescent Moon couldn't hold back her laughter when she mentioned this, she forced the corners of her mouth to even out, and stretched out her hand to touch the non-existent tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, Jun Guo, the child who was less than ten years old just disappeared."

With a sad and painful look, the Lord who was obviously mourned was right in front of him.

Wu Mi's face turned even darker, and he gritted his teeth.

"you shut up."

Crescent Moon: "I won't."

No misery: "..."

Died without misfortune.

Because of the matter of Luo Ji, Wu Mi delayed the surprise attack of Yuhu and Bantiangou for a few days, which gave the ghost killing team who had just killed a Shangxian a moment of respite, and began to train quietly. Ordinary swordsman.

Crescent Moon packed up and was ready to attend the funeral of Junguo Fujiwara held by the Fujiwara couple's house. The child was young, and now that the weather was hot, he decided to bury him early and ask for a rest. Although the speed was very fast, the Fujiwara couple still thought out all the details. Very thoughtful.It's really unlucky that the funeral and the summer festival that everyone celebrates collide, and it can't be postponed, otherwise it will take a long time.

On the day of the funeral, probably because the weather was gloomy, the Fujiwara and his wife wore black kimonos and cuddled together, covering their faces and crying.

They are miserable, their biological child passed away early, and finally adopted an adopted son, but died due to sudden illness.

Both of them felt that they were born without children.

Mrs. Fujiwara was even worse, crying so much that she almost lost her breath.

In addition to the Fujiwara couple, their friends and business partners attended the funeral.Most of them wear black kimonos or black suits, with a white flower pinned to their chests, looking sad and frowning.

But how many people have seen "Jun Guo" in the coffin?

Wearing a black kimono and holding a bouquet of white flowers in her hands, Crescent Moon walked up to the Fujiwara couple and said softly, "Congratulations."

Mrs. Fujiwara wiped her tears and sobbed, unable to figure out why the good child was gone.

Yue Yaxin said that you have to ask your good son Wu Mi.

Yueya raised her eyes and saw that Wu Mi was wearing a black suit and standing under a tree in the distance, and did not go here.

After all, Wu Mi looks too much like the grown-up Jun Guo, and he doesn't bother to pretend to be his own appearance—except for sex change—so he stood in the distance and saw that lying in the coffin was Wu Mi with his own flesh and blood. Mimicry made.

If Wu Mi walked in and was recognized, I'm afraid that the Fujiwara couple would recognize another godson when they were emotionally agitated and their minds were not clear.

"Junguo, woo woo woo woo..."

When Mrs. Fujiwara's tears didn't stop, Yueya patted Mrs. Fujiwara's shoulder to comfort her: "Madam, you will be sad if you are so handsome."

Mrs. Fujiwara nodded with tears in her eyes, and then said sadly: "I'm afraid I won't have any more children, and the huge company will be handed over to others in the future."

No way, who made Wu Mi suddenly not want to be your son anymore.

Crescent Moon comforted Mrs. Fujiwara while thinking, and Mrs. Fujiwara, your "son" must be the ancestor of your ancestors.

After the funeral of "Junguo" was over, Yueya walked slowly to Wumi's side, "How does it feel to attend your own funeral?"

Wu Mi gave Yueya a cold look, then turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

His patience had long since run out.

Yueya is not afraid of his appearance, perhaps because he has stroked the tiger's beard so many times without any injuries, he has become a lot more courageous, and then walked to Wu Mi's side and held Wu Mi's hand.

"Everyone will die, even demons are no exception."

Yueya's tone was extremely relaxed, "Wu Mi, why did you still not understand after so long?"

Wu Mi's hand holding Crescent Moon tightened, but he reacted quickly and let it go.

Wu Mi didn't hold anything in his hand, otherwise he would have crushed it to pieces.

"Oh." He said coldly, "but I won't."

Crescent Moon moved the corner of her mouth, "How do you know?"

Life and death are predestined, whether you deserve to die or not, sooner or later.

Yueya followed Wu Mi, when suddenly a fine rain fell from the sky, quietly and silently wet the clothes of the two of them, a drop of rain fell on Yueya's nose, and he wiped it away with his hand.

Crescent Moon thought for a while, then took out the umbrella she had prepared long ago and held it above her and Wu Mi's heads. He was not as tall as Wu Mi's, and the bracket of the raised umbrella touched Wu Mi's head from time to time.

Wu Mi: ...

Wu Mi stretched out his hand and snatched the umbrella with a cold face.

Rainy days are a good time to talk, and everything that is said at this time seems to be a little bit sad and lonely.

Wu Mi held Crescent Moon's hand with his left hand, held an umbrella with his right hand, looked straight ahead and said a word suddenly.

"I watched the burial of the obstetrician Shiki Sora."

"It's also in Kyoto, such a rainy day."

In fact, Wu Mi doesn't really like to recall the past, what is there to remember, he has always focused on the present, and only sees what is in front of him, and he has long since thrown the past into ashes in the corner.

But looking at the gloomy and gloomy appearance at the funeral, Wumai's head swelled, and he suddenly remembered the time when Maiyashiki Sora died.

At that time, Wuyou had already left the obstetrician's house, the world was so big that there was no place for him to live, and there was no room for monsters that were immortal, immortal, or even prey on humans.

But Wu Mi took advantage of the night to see the obstetrician Sora for the last time when he was already very old.

The maternity son who was in his prime and personable at that time had long since turned into an old man with white hair and chicken skin, lying on the hospital bed dying, his pair of black pupils were cloudy, until he saw Wu Mi under the candlelight, a little light was revealed.

"Wu Mi..." He stretched out his hand towards Wu Mi.

Miyayashiki Sora looked at his younger brother who disappeared decades ago, and thought he saw Wuyou's soul.

Wuyou frowned and held the dry hand of Miyashiki Sora.

"Brother."

The initial feeling of jealousy gradually disappeared when he saw the aging Miyashiki Sora, but a secret sense of pleasure arose in Wuyou's heart.

I still have countless lifespans, but the elder brother who is always gentle and gentle as jade is now dying.

Miyashiki Sora looked at Wu Mi, and moved his lips as if he had said something.

Looking at it carefully, Miyashiki Sora moved his mouth again.

"sorry."

A drop of tear suddenly fell from the cloudy and sunken eye sockets.

Wuyou thought that there was nothing to be sorry for, but it was thanks to Ubuyashiki for his help that he could get the eternal life he expected.

It's just that the time when I was a child and my brother playing ball in the yard can never go back.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, brother."

Wu Mi smiled at Miyashiki Sora, "I'm living very well now."

But Ubuyashiki Sora looked at him, and still spat out intermittently.

"sorry."

Sorry for not letting you grow up healthy.

Sorry to make you lose someone you love.

Sorry for not seeing your pain.

Sorry for being self righteous and imposing concern on you.

Sorry for not bringing you up well.

……

I am sorry.

In order to stop you, the Ghost Killing Squad was established.

Wu Mi sat all night, watching the obstetrician Shiki Sora slowly fall asleep because of exhaustion.

When I come back next time, it will be the funeral of Miyashiki Sora.

The day of the burial was also a rainy day, and the wind was icy cold. Wu Can watched from a distance that the black coffin was buried deep into the ground.

Then he turned and left.

Since then, Ubuyashiki has never had any relationship with him.