After the women's dress, I had an affair with Wuxian

Ghost Lamp left.

Before leaving, he patted Rei Asano's head, and didn't use the mace to swing Ghost Mai Tsuji.Because Rei Asano gets hurt too.

Oni Wu Tsuji watched them disappear into the deepest part of the forest, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

There are not many ways to ensure Rei Asano stays in this world, and using his flesh and blood is the fastest way.Even so, perhaps he still needs to wait a hundred years.

Rei Asano's body needs to be repaired, and Onimai Tsuji is not bothered by the long wait.I even like it a little bit.

He is no longer afraid of the sun, but he is not as happy as he imagined after realizing his lifelong pursuit.He clearly realized the importance of Rei Asano to him.

It is a treasure that must be taken back at all costs.

Oni Wu Tsuji didn't understand love, and Asano Rei didn't understand either. The two of them walked over stumbling along the way, which can be regarded as a miracle.Maybe it was fate.

Both of them are pure and almost paranoid, stubborn and almost stubborn, and no one can break or penetrate them.

The out-of-control body collapsed and reorganized step by step until the flesh and blood could no longer fuse and regenerate.

He, no, it should be said to have stagnated.

It has grown into a hill that covers the sky and the sun, with a dark streamer flowing on the dark surface, rattling and ending the slow expansion.

The surrounding trees were overwhelmed by it before, and the trunks that fell to the ground caused constant vibrations on the ground, and countless insects and birds rushed to escape.

Finally quiet down.

The sun is just right.

The thin sunlight directly hit the hill, and the dark ups and downs, the top of the mountain, and any corners were gradually cast a yellowish color by the warm light.

The pure black hill finally ushered in the flying soil, plant seeds, and rich rainwater. The emerald green covered the silent black, and the shrubs and grass replaced the boring black color, and by the way, all the traces of the past were buried. .

Nature returns, and no one knows what this place used to be.

A quiet, picturesque scenery.

Time slipped away slowly, one day, ten days, half a year.

The Twelve Ghost Moons hid their tracks due to the disappearance of the ghost king, and only occasionally showed some flaws. The ghost killing team has truly become an organization that is not controlled by the government. Except for the few ghost killing activities throughout the year, the rest of the time It is impossible to find their whereabouts at all.

The land eroded by ghosts gradually regained its former vitality, and the people who migrated took root nearby, and there were more and more people from villages to towns.

A wealthy businessman once wanted to develop the plain hill next to the village, but was damaged by hard rocks and countless shovels were damaged.There were many failures, and the rich merchants stopped trying to conquer that weird hill.

Later, a naughty child went up the mountain to pick fruit, but unexpectedly heard the sound of a heartbeat coming from the rock.

"Boom.", "Boom.", "Boom." Slowly but clearly, one after another, it hit the ear heavily.

Hulahula and they ran back together, pulling their parents to talk about their discoveries.

Parents were helplessly entangled by them, so they reluctantly followed them up the mountain, but were shocked by the dull heartbeat and knelt down on the spot, worshiping them devoutly as mountain gods.

Since then, the Wuming Mountain has been called the Holy Mountain by the locals, and it has become famous for its heartbeat all year round.

No one knows that there is a real heart hidden in this mountain.

It tightly wraps a small goldfish in the center in a guarding posture.

Waiting for his awakening.

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