Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

Everything is quiet, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, Miura Haru is standing in the yard waiting in the red and white priestess costume.Tong Mo had someone make this suit for her. What he said was that Miura Haru looked like a witch, pure white and holy, so she should wear the red and white scarf.If you take a closer look at this suit, you will find that the material of this suit is excellent, soft and smooth, and the lotus-shaped dark pattern adds a bit of extravagance.

Although Miura Harun never revealed his background, Tong Mo was playing the right game. Wearing a priestess costume allowed Miura Haru to relax for a moment.

The girl stood quietly in the courtyard, her face as calm as water, one hand casually stroking the sleeve of the other, her grape-colored eyes drooping, covering some complicated emotions inside.

"Long waiting, my wild rose."

The sound of boots stepping on the ground came, Miura Haru followed the prestige and saw that Tong Mo was also wearing bright red feathers, white baggy trousers, black boots with white soles on his feet, and a six-petal lotus hat on his head. With a handsome face and an outstanding temperament, he looks like a handsome young man riding a horse past flowers blooming on Moshang.

However, under such a beautiful and holy face, there is a heart blackened to carbon.

"My wild rose, have you noticed that our clothes really match!"

Tong Mo suddenly let out an admiration, and two red clouds appeared on his face, holding the fan with one hand and gently pressing against his chin, looking at Mipu Haru with colorful eyes as if smiling.

"is it?"

Miura Haru looked down at his clothes, then at Tong Mo, and found that they were all in red and white, then nodded in agreement:

"Well, the color is quite similar."

"My Briar, do you like this dress?"

Seemingly dissatisfied with Miura Haru's flat response, Tong Mo asked again.

"Well, the clothes look nice and comfortable, thank you."

Miura Haru nodded to thank him, speaking with a very flat expression and a very peaceful tone.However, her brows and eyes were light, it was obvious that there was no way to satisfy Tong Mo, so the two of them narrowed their eyes slightly.

Ah... I want to hear more compliments from her, for example, I like this dress very much, Tong Mo's eyes are awesome, and so on.

As Tong Mo once said to Miura Haru, he was born without emotion, unable to empathize, and all his emotional expressions were actually imitations.From the past, long before he was turned into a ghost, he would collect the facial expressions and facial expressions corresponding to each emotion, and then he could easily imitate, laugh, cry, or act It is easy for him to make various expressions, and he never tires of it.

However, he still couldn't get the slightest emotion from imitation, after all, he had lost emotion since he was born.He is willing to become a ghost just to spend more time chasing this kind of thing called "emotion". However, after hundreds of years, his chasing has never been fruitful.

Except recently.

Recently, this situation has changed slightly.

The innocent but cruel leader like a child found that in the past few days, he seemed to be able to make a smiling expression without much effort to adjust his expression; The corners of his mouth will rise; and when he is hungry and complains to her, he can subconsciously make an expression of grievance; Sadness and joy have produced changes.

He felt very strange. While chasing the answer, he also found that whenever Miura Haru said goodbye to him and went back to the room, he looked at her back, and there was a sudden dull feeling in his heart, which should have been without any change in heartbeat. .

It was a new feeling, and it also confused him.

However, this is all off-topic. At this time, the leader, all he wants is to get more praise from Haru Miura, as well as an involuntary desire to protect.

He took a step forward and handed her the Japanese knife that belonged to Haru Miura:

"Take it."

"Eh? Are you...would you like to give me back the Sun Wheel Knife?"

Miura Haru took the Hilun Knife in surprise, and couldn't believe that Tong Mo, who was a ghost, would return this extremely dangerous weapon to her.After a while, she asked in a low voice:

"why?"

Why would you give it back to her?She was already prepared that until the day she left, she might not be able to get the Sun Wheel Knife back.

Tong Mo unfolded his fan, and spoke briskly:

"After all, it's night, and ogres are still frequent. Although I'm by your side, just in case, you'd better take the sun wheel knife."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll take the knife back and kill you directly?"

After being silent for a while, Miura Haru still asked, but Tong Mo smiled confidently after hearing this:

"Don't be afraid, my wild rose is the most gentle, so I won't do such a thing."

Haru Miura paused for a moment, looked at him somewhat complicatedly, and said after a while:

"You really trust me blindly."

She suddenly didn't dare to look at him, and at the same time, she felt very frustrated with the guilt in her heart: He was clearly an evil ghost, an existence destined to go to hell, but recently, she often had In fact, Tong Mo thinks no differently from people.

It shouldn't be like this, she wavered, it was her fault.

Haru Miura shook his head, shaking off all the floating thoughts.

They walked out slowly along the path guided by the moonlight, passed through the brightly lit night market, walked through the busy streets, escaped from the bustling flow of people, and walked to the outskirts of the city.

When he was in the crowd, Tong Mo walked two steps behind the witch, watching the slightly raised arc of her tied-up wine-red hair, his heart suddenly seemed to be pulled repeatedly by invisible hands.

In the dimly lit place, the young witch turned her head. Behind her was the lights and the moonlit night. When she turned around, her clothes fluttered, as if there was a breeze blowing her hair.

"Why don't you go?"

Her voice was like mist, passing through the crowd into his ears.

Does she really exist?

Tong Mo couldn't help thinking this way, he didn't make a sound, and suddenly took two steps forward, took the witch's warm right hand with his cold left hand, and led her step by step through the lights of Wanjia.

Miura Haru followed his footsteps step by step, while looking down at the hands they held together, his hand was so cold, the coldness spread from the fingertips to the bottom of her heart, even her heart seemed to be frozen together Living.

She suddenly felt a little sad.

But she didn't know what she was sad about.

The dagger in her sleeve was ready to go, but she hesitated because of his actions.

Everything made her feel wrong, but she didn't know what went wrong.

The forest in the north was silent at this time, and the lights and the people seemed to be separated by a long, long distance. Tong Mo finally let go of Miura Haru's hand, turned to face her, and showed a cute smile as usual:

"My wild rose, we come here for a walk in the dead of night, and I always feel unexpectedly romantic."

"is it?"

Haru Miura looked around and made sure that no one would pass by here, so he breathed a sigh of relief.Without continuing to answer Tong Mo's words, she closed her eyes and launched a spiritual investigation. After a while, she opened her eyes, her eyes were condensed. She turned around slowly, looked at Tong Mo, and said:

"Sorry for tricking you out for a walk."

"???"

Tong Mo was a little inexplicable, and suddenly breathed out, and a flower fan blocked the attack from above.

"Boom-"

When the sun wheel knife collided with the fan, fireworks were created.

Tong Mo stepped back a few steps and stood firm, only to realize that several people wearing black uniforms of the Ghost Killing Squad suddenly appeared around him, and the first person who attacked him just now was a man with flesh-colored hair and a fox mask boy.

"You are the one who kidnapped Xiaochun, right?"

Sato held the knife and stabilized his lower body, pointed the knife directly at Tong Mo, and his voice was cold, and behind him was Norio Kojima holding a Japanese knife. The black-haired boy was no longer cowardly, and held his hand tightly. The knife, just waiting for an order to chop it up.

"You are... the Ghost Killing Squad."

Looking at the posture in front of him, what else does Tong Mo not understand?

He turned his head and looked at Haru Miura again. The young witch was still standing there, only five meters away from him, looking at him expressionlessly.

Suddenly there was a feeling of being pulled at the position of the heart, which became more and more obvious.But Tong Mo didn't care, his smile was still so pure, and his voice was so cute:

"Hey... Xiaochun, you really don't really want to ask me to take a walk together, I suddenly feel a little sad."

"You clearly knew, why did you agree to come out with me?"

Miura Haru didn't quite understand Tong Mo's thinking, but the leader still had an innocent look, spreading out his fan and shaking it while saying:

"I just want to know what the lovely Xiaochun wants to do... The wild rose that is secretly distressed also makes me feel very distressed."

"Then I should also thank you for coming out with me."

Looking at Tong Mo's bright smile at this moment, Miura Haru couldn't tell how much of his lie was true.

"Meet you again, Winding Ghost."

Butterfly Chanae came out from the side, holding up the knife in her hand, she smiled gently at Tong Mo:

"I really hope that I can cut off your head smoothly today, so that I can take it back for experimentation."

"Ah...you are...the girl I let go on purpose."

Tong Mo looked at Butterfly Chana Hui's face for a long time before remembering where he had seen it - the first time his ghost was born with his head separated was thanks to Kana Hui's blessing.

"The battle is really big..."

Tong Mo sighed for a while, then suddenly took out another pointed fan, and he turned it around in a very graceful posture before saying:

"Come on, let me see what kind of level the current members of the Ghost Killing Squad are."

He licked the corner of his lips with interest, showing a hint of anticipation.

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"I searched for him thousands of times in my dream, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a dimly lit place."

——Xin Qiji