Why is Miyashiki-sama like that?

Zhenxiang pulls out an ugly doll from her body.

If it is said that the Shimatsu doll just looks weird and is still positive, then this one is obviously deliberately going in a horror style.

Hair loss, uneven skin, crooked mouth and slanted eyes, countless stitches, bright smile, and a strong-willed look.

"Why would I carry such an aesthetically unsuitable thing on me... Ah, now that I think about it, this was made for a long time."

Zhenxiang suddenly realized that she remembered Yumeno Kusaku and the fact that she confiscated the doll by herself, saying that she would not return it until Kusaku was over.

I don't know how much resentment Kusaku has filled in his heart?

"Woohoo! Let's play with Jiuzuo!" The cute boy in starry sky blue children's clothing bounced around, stretched out his hands for a hug, and the small bag on his body swayed, making the crisp sound of various small things colliding with each other .

Zhenxiang held the boy in her arms with a smooth hand.

The half-black and half-white soft hair swept across the side of Zhenxiang's face, making Zhenxiang easily think of furry and cute little animals.

"Does Kusaku miss me?"

"I really want to!" Jiu used his arms around Zhenxiang's neck, and there was no shadow in the eyes lit up by the little stars and circles, just like a normal coquettish child.

Zhenxiang feels that she will never be able to escape this cute attack. She really doesn't understand why Kusaku's hobbies are terror and harm. Maybe this is the contrast of cuteness.

"But I confiscated Kusaku's doll, isn't Kusaku angry?"

Kusaku thought for a while, and answered carefully: "I'm not angry, because I'm the lord, so I'm not angry."

That is to say, if someone else snatches the doll, you will be outraged, right?

Zhenxiang sighed in her heart, reached out and tapped Jiuzuo's nose, and said with a smile, "Jiuzuo's temper is really worrying. Let's talk about the fun next time. Now I have business to do."

She thought that Kusaku would be unhappy when he heard this, but in the end, Kusaku just nodded in approval and said, "Then go for it! No matter what your lord is going to do, it will be successful!"

After finishing speaking, Jiu Zuo climbed down from Zhenxiang's arms, stood up straight, raised his head and stretched his arms: "I promised, I will come back smoothly!"

Zhenxiang was stunned for a moment, and quickly reached out to shake hands with Jiu Zuo: "Okay, we have an agreement."

Kusaku tilted his head and smiled, turning into light spots to guide the way, and after walking for a while, rose into the dense fog.

Zhenxiang fumbled in her sleeve, and quickly found a petition.

There are hundreds of people's joint signatures on it, and the content is to hope that the author who likes to write a knife will write HE well, even if he only writes one.

"This is for... it's Tsukuru's help."

Zhenxiang recalled that she had commissioned a friend to write a ghost story.And her friend did such a good job that she had a resentful fan base in Yokohama.

After all, the story of man and ghost is so cruel, we can't blame the help at all, we can only blame the reality for being too cruel.

"Zhenxiang, are you okay?" Sakunosuke appeared in front of Zhenxiang and asked concerned words dullly.

"No problem." Zhenxiang showed a reassuring smile, "On the contrary, your fans may not be having a good time... Well, I'm not joking anymore. I wrote a letter to persuade you to try to leak the feeling, did you follow suit?"

Sakunosuke nodded: "Your secret has been revealed to Xiaozhi."

"What did you say to him?"

"I said that you are in a state where if you don't work hard to fight your fate, you will die."

Zhenxiang recalled it for a while, and found that this sentence was exactly what she said, and couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, this is even better than I thought!"

So what's so funny about it?Sakunosuke was confused.

Zhenxiang stopped laughing and explained: "I don't think it's funny, it's because Sakunosuke understood my hint and couldn't help laughing at this unbelievably smooth development. There are some things I can't say to Dazai on my own initiative." Yes, so doing it helped me a lot.”

"So that's the case." Sakunosuke nodded.

Even so, he still seems to understand.But he knew that nodding would be enough at this time.

"Okay, thank you Sakunosuke, it's time for me to move on, can you guide me?"

Sakunosuke looked at Zhenxiang quietly, and asked after a few seconds, "Then, are you coming back?"

"I'll be back. Didn't Sakunosuke still want to buy a house with a view of the sea? If I can't see you moving in, I can't feel at ease at all."

Receiving an affirmative answer, Sakunosuke felt relieved and turned into a point of light to guide the way.

Zhenxiang walked forward for a while, but she still didn't reach the finish line.This invisible road is too long, and it may be difficult for anyone to walk to the end. Zhenxiang can only hope that she is well prepared.

She took out many things from her body one after another, and because of the relevance of the items, she met many people and recalled many things.

For example, because I took out the scarf that I used to cover my face, I recalled Atsushi who I met in Fujishiyama.

For example, because he took out a blue haori, he recalled Akiko who fell asleep on the infinite train.

For example, I recalled Chuya because I found out the wreath that I wove by myself and didn't give it away until it dried up.

"This gift has never been delivered to Chuya, and I always feel very frustrated." Zhenxiang sighed while holding the withered wreath.

"Huh? What's the point of this, why don't you leave it to me now?" Zhongya said, reaching out and taking it.

He didn't dislike it at all, and put a fragile dry wreath on his head, and some of the shriveled and brittle flowers fell down and fell on his hair and shoulders.

Zhenxiang laughed, and leaned over to help clean it up.

Zhong also didn't really mind losing face: "Finally happy?"

"Well, I'm very happy, but Chuya actually did such a stupid thing to make me happy. I don't know whether to be moved or worried."

Zhenxiang smiled and picked up a strand of orange-red hair in Zhongya with her fingers, as if teasing someone, she put it on her lips and blew gently: "I, I decided to reflect on myself, and I can't prepare such an inferior gift next time Well, let’s give Zhongye a few more top hats.”

After hearing these words, Chuya blushed as expected, and turned into a guiding light as if fleeing.

Zhenxiang couldn't help thinking: I must see Zhongye's blushing more in the future, I can't get enough of it.

As for now, I don't know what items are on my body?

She guessed, and took out a silver-white mask that seemed to be an antique from her bosom.

The mask is carved with exquisite patterns of wisteria flowers. The petals were once outlined by beautiful purple paint, but now most of the color has faded with the passage of time, showing a bit mottled.

"Taro... Xiaomei..."

Zhenxiang blinked, and was surprised to find that a tear had already fallen before her emotions appeared. It seemed that she had been waiting for a long time, and it was an agreement made a long time ago.

She wiped away tears with her fingers, looked up and saw a door.

That is not a real door, but a symbolic concept, just like the whole "thought realm" is the aggregation of thoughts.

The thoughts of all living beings from all over the world converge into one world to form the "Mind Realm". If there is no reliable signpost to guide the direction, no matter who easily steps here, they will lose themselves forever.

Zhenxiang took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.The long-dead prostitute Taro and Xiaomei blocked the door, glaring at her together.

"Well, Oshino Xu! You are still alive and kicking! Hurry up and apologize to your brother! You have caused him to blame himself for so long!" Xiaomei roared imposingly.

Zhenxiang pretended to wipe her face, showing a disgusted expression, as if she had been splashed with saliva: "Xiaomei has been an oiran for so long, but her morals are still so bad, she is like a shrew."

"What did you say?!" Xiaomei was about to hit someone immediately.

The prostitute Taro quickly hugged his sister by the waist.

Zhenxiang was very touched: "Taro, you are still facing me."

The prostitute Taro sneered: "If you make Xiaomei angry again, I will beat you myself."

Zhenxiang: "..." Brother, there is no need.

Xiaomei makes faces at Zhenxiang.

Even if she is making faces, she is still very beautiful, like a proud plum blossom in the wind and snow, cold and unreserved.

After making a fuss for a while, everyone quieted down. The prostitute Taro stared at Zhenxiang, feeling quite emotional: "I thought you died after being eaten by me. It seems that monsters are indeed immortal."

"I'm sorry, I was just using you to feign death to escape." Zhenxiang took the initiative to admit her mistake.

"Forget it, do I blame you for this kind of thing?"

The prostitute Taro beckoned to Zhenxiang, and Zhenxiang moved over.

A haggard but powerful hand landed on her shoulder and patted her hard twice.

Zhenxiang resisted the pain and didn't cry out.

"It's good enough that you're still alive." The prostitute Taro said, then paused again, "Xiaomei and I are sorry for you."

Zhenxiang looked at Xiaomei, and found that the girl who was always arrogant didn't refute this time, and even turned her head away guiltily.

"Anyway... I'm just sorry..." The sound was as small as the sound of mosquitoes flying, and Xiaomei moaned, her fingers clutching her clothes and twisting back and forth. "It was agreed that I will be the oiran, and you will be responsible for writing, composing, playing, playing, and talking about history on my behalf. As a result, I completely forgot about you, and this honorable seat is not reserved for you..."

"No, this seat is not honorable at all, it's so good that it wasn't reserved for me, poof—" Zhenxiang was trampled to the ground by Xiaomei, who was furious.

Because she couldn't get up, Zhenxiang had to ask the prostitute Taro for help: "I said, Taro."

"Don't call me Taro!"

"Help me, Taro, because we have forgotten each other for many years."

Have you forgotten each other for many years?Is this also something that can be used as a face?

Xiaomei rolled her eyes, and pulled Zhenxiang up: "You haven't looked for us for so many years, obviously you have something wrong, right? You just know how to pretend to be pitiful, hmph, so it's evened out."

Zhenxiang could only nod her head in agreement.

The prostitute Taro asked: "Are you going to kill Wu Mi? Just go if you want to. The bastard made us forget our important family members. We will not protect him."

"Also, Xu, it was completely innocent to forget you before, my memory is very good!" Xiaomei waved her hands to make up for herself, "I still remember you said before that you are destined to stand in the literary world in the future." Top, have you done it now?"

"……not yet."

"Hmph~" Xiaomei laughed sarcastically, as if she had successfully won a victory, she raised her chest and looked down on Xiaozhenxiang, "You can't do it, I said I wanted to be an oiran but I did it a long time ago. For our family, it's a disgrace to our family to be so condescending."

Zhenxiang lowered her head and bowed, and decided to coax the little aunt: "I'm sorry, it was my fault, Mr. Xiaomei, what you taught me is that from now on I will work hard to stand at the top of the literary world and win glory for you."

"Actually, I still have a question to ask before I leave." Zhenxiang touched the mask in her hand, "I want to know, can the friendship created on top of falsehood be regarded as real?"

"Yes." The prostitute Taro replied without thinking, "I know your real name is not Oshino Xu, but so what? You are Oshino Xu in our family."

Is that the case?

so good.

Taro and Xiaomei also turned into guiding light spots and disappeared. Zhenxiang was fully prepared and picked up a small snowflake worn as a necklace.

She pushed open the second door and saw the lovely Lianxue.

"Anonymous, it's great to see you again, woo woo woo..."

Lianxue's tears were watery, tears that really gave Zhenxiang a headache. "Nian Jing" has this bad point, Nian Xin will not be deceived by people's appearance, so even if her current appearance is completely different from when she was Anonymous, Lianxue can recognize her at a glance.

"Actually, ah, actually, I have a name. My name is Ubuyashiki Zhenka. Well, I have persisted in the training tasks assigned by Master Keizou..."

After rambling for a while, Zhenxiang decided to surrender, and cried together with Lianxue.

"I didn't save you, I'm sorry, I only remembered to be on guard against ghosts, but I didn't expect—"

"Don't apologize, don't feel guilty anymore." Lianxue pressed Zhenxiang's mouth suddenly, and then was frightened by her rude behavior, and quickly withdrew her hand.

The little flower in her eyes trembled: "Zhenxiang, you just like to blame yourself too much. Before others blame you, you blame yourself first, so how can you do that?"

"But at that time... it was indeed my omission."

"No! Idiot, how could it be your negligence? If you want to blame, you can blame brother Komaji!" Lian Xue said angrily, "What brother Komaji did later was too much! Go and beat him up for me pause!"

"Uh. That's not good, Komaji is Lianxue's husband, I'll beat him..." Zhenxiang was suppressed by Lianxue's fierce she-wolf eyes, and had to change the subject, "I'm going to beat him It's too relieved! However, I don't seem to be able to beat him."

Lianxue was a little satisfied, she had never glared at anyone with such fierce eyes in her whole life, but seeing Zhenxiang retreating, she did a pretty good job.

"It's okay, I've already told brother Komaji that he can't fight back against you."

Has this kind of thing been arranged in advance?

Zhenxiang had no choice but to nod her head and agree, "Okay, I will beat you hard."

"Also, don't take those bastard words that brother Komaji said, of course you are our relatives, how can this be questioned? I know, you just keep a lot of thoughts in your heart and don't say them. It's not heartless."

Zhenxiang nodded indiscriminately, flipping the snowflakes with her fingers, concealing her somewhat bewildered mood.

Q: What should I do if I am so moved that my head is dizzy and I can't speak?Waiting online, very urgent.

"Loving Snow."

"Ok?"

"Have I ever said that before? You are a person who is as gentle and healing as snow." Zhenxiang finally figured out what to say, "I will always wear this little snowflake you gave me. I believe it will always be Give me strength."

Lianxue smiled shyly: "Then, Zhenxiang, I wish you prosperity in martial arts."