Priscilla

Kanda closed the door softly, shielding the loud noise from Li Qi's departure.

It was dark in the room without any lighting.

There is only a strange lotus flower hourglass placed in front of the bed, emitting a soft light in the dark room.

After he leaned against the door and sighed, he walked to the corner and sat down, watching coldly a petal in the lotus hourglass slowly peeling off.

The fallen petals lightly touched the bottom of the hourglass, causing ripples.

The waves spread out continuously, extending slowly from the hourglass, and bursts of lotus fragrance appeared in the room like a dream, as if you were by the lotus pond.

Fascinating floral aroma, slightly heady like the strongest wine.

Kanda in the corner looked at the dreamlike scene in front of him calmly, and turned his eyes away from the only light.

In an instant, the fragrance of the lotus and the ripples in the air all disappeared without a trace.

time is limited. . . .

In the darkness, his eyes flickered, complex emotions entangled.

The lotus blooming in the beautiful hourglass is still covered with dew, as if it has just been plucked from the edge of the pool, and there are a few fallen petals lying on the bottom of the hourglass, which are his passing life.

When all the lotus petals in the hourglass withered, his life would come to an end.

He has always thought that the only purpose of his existence is to eliminate demons and maintain the cult, and to find the woman who often appears in his dreams.

The curse seal on his chest can quickly heal the wounds on his body by consuming life, and the "Three Illusions" even absorbs his life force as attack energy.

All these make him stronger than ordinary exorcists.

The passing of life should have no effect on him, he is not afraid of death.

He just needs enough time for him to meet that woman before he dies.

Anyway, the lifespan of exorcists has always been short-lived, and there are very few exorcists who can live to old age. His premature aging is too common.

For those exorcists who died young, he was lucky enough to use his own future that may not have existed to become his power.

He has always told himself that, but why are these words so weak now?

Is that really enough?

If not enough.

What can he do?

He supported his forehead, and closed his eyes in a state of entanglement. The way Mo Li was smiling, the fluttering of lotus petals kept appearing in front of his eyes.

Has he become a little greedy?

Opening his eyes again, the shadow of the hourglass of the lotus flower is reflected in his pupils as black as the night after the rain, proud, clear and beautiful, so beautiful that one can't bear to touch it for fear of staining its purity, even though it grows in the first place In that dirtiest muck.

Leaving it alone in the pool, as if he was born to be so lonely and self-admired, so cold.

Mo Li has a fragile appearance like a lotus flower, and she can still stand alone under adversity, but she has an incomplete resemblance.

Komui called her Little Jasmine, and he had seen this kind of flower once when he was on a mission.

The name really lives up to its name.

The appearance like a ceramic doll does not have a mature charm like a lotus, but belongs to Jasmine's innocence that doesn't understand the world.

Small and exquisite flower buds, the quiet fragrance of flowers is always difficult to find when the flowers are in full bloom, unlike lotus, which is never covered by anything.

But the unique taste is always memorable once, and the lovely flowers are like a pity little girl.

It is always so cute and pitiful, but once you get closer, you will find the faint strength in the fragrance of flowers.

Mo Li, Mo Li.

He called her name softly, with the tip of his tongue beating lightly, with a gentle and lingering sense of rhythm.

He never called her name in front of others, he always pretended that he couldn't pronounce it well, and justifiably changed her name to a name that he knew she would definitely jump.

In fact, since he grew up with Li Nali, how could he not be able to read it.

It's just that every time he wanted to speak, it stopped on his lips. The tired name was like a lover begging her not to leave.

"We'll see you again." Before leaving, she leaned against his ear and whispered as if she was falling into his arms.

The warmth left by the separation of the fingertips of the two made his heart stop suddenly and he couldn't breathe.

He was at a loss when she left, and at that moment her name was about to blurt out.

There is no trace of reluctance in her decisive back.

In public, the inextricable relationship between her and the Great Sword Organization may put the sect in danger, and in private, he can just control her daily trap in time.

Whether in public or private, he has no reason to keep him from his duties as an exorcist, or his pride.

In the end, he could only watch her leave step by step.

Mo Li, Mo Li, it was like a lingering spell, which always made him taste the bitter taste.

Don't leave, this name seems to indicate that she will always be the first to leave from the very beginning.

When did he start to observe her defensively at the beginning, and later to acquiesce in her approach?

It was the first time I saw her in a mess in the tunnel, and the first words she said to him with her shining eyes were, "Damn it! Even if I owe you 100W, I don't have to be so ruthless!"

At that time, he was obviously so disdainful.

After seeing her slash and kill the abnormal carnivore, he was surprised when she looked like her mouth was slightly raised in the rain of blood, but he was not busy guarding her.

Seeing her with a lonely face in the human town, he just watched from the sidelines without any intention of comforting her.

The rabbi said that he was rational and almost cruel, and he refused to be thousands of miles away. Li Nali grew up with him and he has never been able to make him really open his heart.

He thought it was not him who was really cruel.

She always had that heart-wrenching smile on her face, and she walked towards him with a smile on her face.

Amidst the cheers of thousands of people in the arena, she smiled so brightly, there was no darkness in that smile, like the sun, it seemed to be able to illuminate the hearts of others.

He found himself in the crowd at a glance, smiled flamboyantly, and pointed his sword at him provocatively, with a sly and smug expression like a child's prank.

However, this innocent person like a child was able to leave without nostalgia after disturbing a pool of spring water.

If his ruthlessness is to build a wall to surround his heart layer by layer and refuse to be approached by others, then she is to build a high glass wall.

She laid everything under the sun, there was no darkness in her heart, and she attracted people to get close and bumped her head against the transparent glass. After hitting her head and bleeding, she realized that her heart could not be approached at that step. The place.

He's the one who bangs his head on that glass dome.

And he's an idiot who doesn't know how to look back. . . . . .

The author has something to say: Kanda’s JQ episode is presented, although the number of words is a bit short, so let’s add a beautiful photo of Kanda’s lotus hourglass to make up for it.

By the way, Kanda's twisted side story is too difficult to write. . . .We have tried our best.