Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

It is still the courtyard in memory, and it is still a night full of silence, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. When Miura Haru walked to the courtyard with Tong Mo, he looked up at the sky and said with emotion:

"I found that every time I walked outside at night, it rarely rained."

"What? You don't like rain?"

Tong Mo stopped in her tracks, followed her example and looked up at the sky, then said with a smile:

"Unfortunately, it will rain tomorrow."

"You can read the weather?"

Miura Haru asked curiously, Shangxian Er put away his fan and said:

"I know a little bit."

"Then how did you know it was going to rain tomorrow? Can you tell me?"

"Are you curious?"

"Since you said it, I naturally want to know."

Tong Mo spread out his fan again, squinted his eyes and looked Miura Haru up and down, and then smiled, showing his two fangs with sharp corners, looking weird and creepy.

"The morning glow doesn't go out, the evening glow travels thousands of miles. The morning glow happened to appear this morning, and there must be rain in the next three days. Fortunately, you came in time. If you came tomorrow, you might get your clothes dirty."

Hearing his explanation, Miura Harun nodded seriously at first, then suddenly remembered something, and looked at him again:

"No, how did you know there was a morning glow this morning?"

Ghosts are not allowed to go out during the day, sunlight is fatal to them.

Shangxian [-] doesn’t think this is a difficult question to answer:

"Stand in the house, open the window a little and look out."

"Is that all? That's really simple."

The witch bowed her head and pondered for a while, then suddenly asked again:

"If you were given a chance to become a human again, would you be willing to walk in the sun as a human again?"

The air suddenly condensed, and silence gradually spread between the two figures standing face to face in the courtyard.

Haru Miura stared intently at those colorful eyes, anxiously waiting for his answer.She also couldn't explain why her heart was beating so fast at this moment, and her ears seemed to be unable to hear the evening breeze or the swaying of the roses, only the almost inaudible breathing sound from the opposite winding.

That figure, that face, if he didn't know his identity, he would be like an angel.

in her eyes.

The ghost with light blonde hair, so light that it was almost white oak color, used half a fan to cover the lips under the nose, and his eyebrows were lightly drawn. The white oak eyelashes were dense but curly, like the eyelashes of a delicate doll.His hands are slender and pale, and the movement of holding the golden fan is elegant and graceful. He stands in the courtyard, the moonlight reflects on his body, he does not seem to be real.

After a while, he finally put down the half-covered fan, with a smile on his lips, calmly met the witch's burning eyes, and smiled quietly:

"I do not know."

His voice was as erratic as a feather, as if it had no weight.

"Why don't you know?"

Unable to tell whether it was loss or other emotions, Miura Harun felt her heart returned to its original position, and she felt that Tong Mo's answer was within her expectations, but she had a moment before, hoping that he would say A definite answer.

At least not an answer like "I don't know".

"I've forgotten what it's like to be human."

Tong Mo explained slowly:

"It's been a long time since I became a ghost. At the beginning, I was still obsessed with the heat of the sun. Even if I was sunburned, I wanted to stand in the sun and bask in the sun. However, when the sun burned my clothes and hair countless times After burning, I realized that sunlight is already arsenic for me, and I no longer insist. When the delicacies of mountains and seas taste like wax in my mouth, I accept the taste of blood."

He took a few steps back, two meters away from Haru Miura, with his hands open, his smile still on:

"After becoming a ghost, there is absolutely no way out."

"Of course, it makes no difference to me whether I am a human or a ghost."

"You once commented that I am a distorted monster without any emotions. You are right. I can't experience the joy of humans, and I can't feel the fun of ghosts, because I have no emotions, and I am ruthless by nature."

Even if a demon with the face of an angel utters such heartbreaking words, it will be hard to blame.

Miura Haru stood in place, looking at Shangxian opposite, his heart was overwhelmed with emotions: He obviously still had a completely human appearance, but he lost his heart and became a creature that lived on blood and flesh.

It's pathetic.

But it has nothing to do with her either.

But there was always a sense of powerlessness in her heart, which surrounded her every day after that.

She blinked, shifted her gaze, looked at the light-colored roses in the flowerbed, and said softly:

"I am here this time, besides negotiating with you on behalf of the Ghost Killing Squad, I have another thing that needs to be done."

She turned her gaze to Tong Mo again, met his colorful eyes, and continued:

"I want to take back the spirit of words I once cast on you."

"pat-"

The open golden fan in Tong Mo's hand was suddenly closed.

Shangxian Er looked at the witch quietly, was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled:

"I remember I told you about the characteristics of Fallen Princess, my dear Wild Rose. Fallen Princess, no, it should be called Xiaomei, she and his brother Taro the prostitute, they are two in one winding, the one who killed them The only way is to cut off their heads at the same time."

Suddenly receiving important information, Miura Haru was in a daze, and the memories that had almost faded came to his mind, and murmured:

"Ah... so... then I will..."

"I'll deliver the letter for you."

Tong Mo took two steps forward calmly, reached out and took out a finger-length pocket scroll, unfolded it and cast a spell, then whistled, a crow flew over, picked up the scroll and left.

"Thank you...thank you."

Shocked by Tong Mo's flowing movements, Miura Haru thanked him blankly.

No, she was led away by him.

After realizing that the two sides were off topic, Haru Miura tried his best to bring the topic back to the previous topic:

"I need to take back the spirit of words that I cast on you."

"why?"

This time it was Tong Mo's turn to question her, Shang Xian Er unabashedly showed his fangs, his eyes were sharp:

"Aren't you afraid that if you take back your words, I'll eat people right away? I haven't touched a human being for two years."

"I...I will always find another way, but I have to take back the words."

Miura Haru was a little anxious, she took a step forward, looked up at Tong Mo slightly and said:

"You should know that during the two years you have been here, you have always entered my spiritual consciousness from time to time. This is because the spirit of speech is equivalent to a contract, and your spiritual consciousness is connected to my spiritual consciousness. In my world, as long as you I ordered you to do something for me, and you absolutely cannot refuse."

She stared closely at Tong Mo's eyes:

"As the leader of the Eternal Bliss Sect, you absolutely cannot accept being restrained by others, right? So... I take back my spiritual consciousness, and you will be free."

Tong Mo didn't speak for a long time.

He kept his eyes closed thinking about Miura Haru's words, and he held the golden fan firmly in his hand.

In the silence, his gentle voice came slowly:

"What if... I don't want to?"

"I just said... What did you say?!"

Miura Haru breathed a sigh of relief at first, but later realized that he had heard wrong, and opened his eyes wide and looked at Tong Mo in disbelief:

"Did your brain go into the Pacific Ocean or into the Mariana Trench? Do you know what you're talking about?"

She couldn't help but want to grab Tong Mo's skirt and shout, in fact she did, she pulled Tong Mo's wide sleeves with such force that she almost tore his clothes to pieces:

"Do you know my origin? Do you know my identity? Just bind me casually like this? You know that I want to talk to you about something. I want to wipe out you and the mob behind you. You are not afraid that I will use us This contract between you has harmed you beyond redemption?"

Her attitude was too serious, but Shang Xian Er who was questioned by her suddenly showed a bright smile:

"I know, but, if you use me, can't you accomplish your goal with the Ghost Killing Team faster? I'm an evil ghost. If you can use me, wouldn't it be better for you?"

Miura Haru was stunned.

She knew that what Tong Mo said was right, he was a villainous ghost, even if she used him to beat him back, she didn't need to feel sorry at all.

Because he is a ghost.

Precisely because he is a ghost.

But...

She, Miura Haru, is the spokesperson of God... Even if the other party is a ghost, she can't use Tong Mo without burden.

This is the bottom line of God, respect for all beings.

It is also the request that grandma has always asked for.

She felt that it was impossible for her, and she was unwilling to do so.

When she was dazed, Tong Mo just sighed:

"My wild rose, you are too kind."

He gently pulled away the sleeves that were being held, and knocked on the top of Miura Haru's head with the hand holding the golden fan, and then said with a light smile:

"You are pure and flawless, generous and brave, tolerant and fair, but there are still more dirty and terrible people and things in this world. Sometimes your kindness and bottom line are the most undesirable, such as the current situation."

He blinked his beautiful eyes, and taught his briar:

"Xiaochun, if you take back the spirit of words, I may start a massacre when I regain my freedom, or I may turn my army to annihilate the entire ghost killing team, or maybe... I will drag you into the abyss together."

"Never...don't have kindness toward ghosts."

This last sentence disappeared into the air along with the wind.

He withdrew his hand, looked at Miura Haruichi who heard his words and thought again for a while, then turned and left:

"I don't agree to cut off the restraint of the word spirit with you, at least until you have completed your great cause. As for the aftermath... that's for the future, so, rest early."

His steps were almost silent, and his figure slowly disappeared into the night.

Miura Haru stayed where he was, watched his back leave, and sighed after a long time:

"I'm still immature."

And she knew that what Tong Mo said was right.

In the end, her speech ability, as her grandmother said, is a big trouble.

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'The sense of life and death is twitching on the first day of the month, and the moonlight tonight is like previous years. '

——Bai Juyi