Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

"When did the Ghost Killing Squad have more people like you?" Tong Mo smiled and tried to chat with the black-haired man, but the fight between the two didn't stop.The colorful pupils are full of interest. After becoming a ghost, it is not that he has never met Zhu Zhu of the Demon Killing Team, but the so-called strongest person is not comparable to the person in front of him.

With a smile, Tong Mo spit out malicious but unconscious words, "Could it be that you are not human?" He tapped his hand with a fan, and his attitude was extremely relaxed, "Speaking of which, I have killed before too, right? The human ones seem to be monsters? It’s so funny, it’s obviously a creature from Zhiguai, it looks very powerful, but it’s no different after taking it.” Tong Mo’s words didn’t get answered, Tong Mo pouted, as if complaining Generally, "Huh? Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet, you are very different from those guys."

What responded to him was a sharp light, almost instantly, the pair of golden eyes under the veil completely made Tong Mo lose his cognition.The head was cut off, and the world suddenly turned upside down, but Tong Mo didn't waver at all, "Hey, it's amazing. But if you don't have that special knife, you can't kill me." He smiled innocently like a child , but it can't change the nature of evil spirits.

Mr. Floating Dream walked over and crossed his mouth with a pen, "You talk too much."

Tong Mo blinked his colorful eyes, and made a whining sound from his mouth. The connection between his body and head was still there, but he couldn't control his body freely. It was quite a strange feeling.Since becoming a ghost, how long has it been since he felt this kind of powerlessness, almost almost forgotten.In other words, since he was born, he has never experienced the so-called powerlessness, he has never felt all the feelings of human beings, but at this moment, he feels it very vividly.This made Tong Mo reveal a little novelty that belonged to children, but unfortunately his mouth was sealed, otherwise he would definitely chatter about his feelings.

The medicine seller and Nuliang Liban who were waiting outside suddenly raised their heads and looked towards the gate. A figure with something in their hands came out from inside.When the other party stood in front of him, Nuliang Liban realized that the other party was holding a head.

The drug seller glanced at the things in Mr. Fumeng's hands, and then turned his attention to Fumeng's body, "How does it feel?" He and Fumeng knew each other well, and a battle of this level was not even a warm-up. not on.Six windings, already caught two.Fumeng raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "This guy is a 'heterogeneous'."

The colored pupils are indeed different from mortals. Although this can be called a different kind, it is definitely not the "heterogeneous" in Fumeng's mouth.There was a flash of understanding in the drug seller's eyes. Those who were chosen by fate and born different from ordinary people were called 'heterogeneous'.Mr. Fumeng threw his head to Nuliang Liban, "I'll leave this guy to you." He took over the medicine seller's words, "Although it's 'heterogeneous', it's not used in the right place. Well, it's also , is a branch of fate."

Tong Mo listened to all the words, even though he couldn't speak, his eyes and ears were both functional.Oni Wu Tsuji can check their memories, and it can even be said that he can control everything about them.His current predicament must have completely passed into the other party's mind.I don't know how the other party will react?Tong Mo raised his eyes, looking forward to it.

As a human, he is different from normal people, and as a ghost, he is naturally different from other ghosts.Unlike other ghosts who are in awe of Oni Wu Tsuji, he is indifferent by nature and turned into a ghost because the world is boring.

The battle on this side is over, and the battle on the other side has just begun.

On the train, people trapped in dreams are having dreams that seem to be beautiful, but actually hide murderous intentions.

But now, they can only rely on their own efforts to get out of the dream, and no one can help them.Time is ticking and the situation is growing more urgent.

Back in the room where Luo Ji was tied, Mr. Fumeng signaled Nu Liang Liban to put the things in his hand next to Luo Ji.Then, a very strange scene appeared in the room, next to the huge cocoon, there was a head.No matter who sees it, they will find it subtle, but this kind of decoration style is probably the type that Ghost Lantern will like.Mr. Fumeng thought wildly, the aesthetics of Hell Assistant Officer is not bad, but occasionally he will show a very curious side, which makes people full of desire to complain.

"Sir, are they placed here?" Nuliang Liban looked at the captured upper string and asked, although he knew that there was a considerable gap between them, but such a stark gap really made people unable to laugh.Ghosts have been rampant for a long time, and even monsters are at a disadvantage, but in just one day, they caught two wounded ghosts. Such efficiency really puts them and the ghost killing team to shame.

Mr. Fumeng held a pen in his hand, lowered his head, and seemed to be looking at something, "Just put it there. I have a hunch." Nuliang Koipan looked at the other party suspiciously, and repeated the other party's words, "Hunch?" The man Opening the corner of his mouth, his golden pupils flashed with joy, "I will see good things." This is not an answer, which makes people puzzled.Nuliang Liban is not the kind of person who asks the bottom line, and he didn't feel much when he got such an answer. Instead, he asked the medicine seller for a cup of tea quite naturally.

Exquisite wagashi are placed on the table, and a sip of tea and snacks will instantly relax people.Since entering the state of preparation, he seldom has the time to relax like this.The drug seller took a sip of tea lightly, his water-colored pupils blurred by the heat.

The man is leaning over the table, writing something.

【…

The flames of war raged, smashing the decayed palace, and establishing a new dynasty and order.

A teenager has become a youth, and now he is the leader, and many people follow him, wanting to see the world in his eyes, more like seeing the world in their eyes.The flame of revolution is burning hard, that kind of red is very different from the red of that night.Whenever the leader is alone on a snowy night, looking at the falling snow, the deserted moonlight, and the blooming red plums, he will think of that slender figure.Once we meet, we will never forget it.

"What does the world look like to you?"

"What does the world you want to create look like?"

"It's a pity, I probably won't see it."

The noble boy's face was like a pearl under the moonlight, emitting a soft light, his eyes were clear, he was really looking forward to a new world, a new order, and the cloak made him more slender and weaker.But those eyes were firm.

if......

The leader came back to his senses, he had also imagined the appearance of the two hand in hand, the mountains and rivers are safe, it must be the best scenery.They are two sides of a mirror, tacit strangers, a shocking glance when they were young, and a lifetime of regret now.

Is ideal important, or is loyalty important?This is a problem, but it is not a problem. A person will definitely devote himself to something in his life, and he probably thinks so.He is eager to see a new world, but he can't let go of the family that has raised him for many years.Like a ignorant person, it is the thing that I have never regretted in my life,

The leader withdrew his gaze, and another battle report came. The visitor asked him if he had any orders. He just replied indifferently: "This year's plum blossoms are blooming very well."

...]

Putting down the pen in his hand, at some time, Nuliang Liban had already left.Mr. Fu Meng raised his head, kneading the center of his brows, his golden pupils narrowed, revealing only a little golden. "Tired?" The drug seller put down the teacup in his hand and poured him a cup of tea.Fu Meng took the steaming tea, took a sip, and placed the written manuscript in front of the other party.After only a few glances, the man with light blond hair said, "You, do you feel it?"

Mr. Fu Meng was silent for a while, holding the teacup in his hand, the pads of his fingers unconsciously rubbed the cup wall.If he can't see it, he doesn't deserve to live for so long. He is very familiar with that kind of shallow, unknowing.

The drug seller's gaze stayed on a certain word, and when he saw it, his light blue pupils sparkled. It wasn't his character to speak out to dissuade him, but Germinal had better deal with it as soon as possible.Everyone knows it was an accident.The man lit the shredded tobacco in the hookah and quietly watched the shallow smoke rising slowly. This was one of his ways to relieve his emotions.

"What do you like?"

The black-haired man looked confused, as if he was recalling something, and he seemed to see a lot of things through the smoke.Whispering in his mouth, it is already a strange thing for a guy like him to be willing to pour his feelings into him.Some people like someone just because of superficial reasons, such as wealth, such as appearance, aside from those, there is nothing on him.

The man who was in deep thought had a pale expression, his slightly drooping eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face, and occasionally trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to fly, his golden eyes were like the sea surface at sunrise, shining with golden light .Putting his fair and slender hands beside his face, if only talking about his appearance, he is indeed a beautiful person, only his appearance is enough for countless people to fall in love with him.However, it is obvious that it is not the appearance that makes Nura Kobi's heart flutter.

The drug seller stretched out his hand and tapped the end of his eyes lightly, "Very distressed?" Turning his head, Fu Meng put down the hookah stick, "Not really. It's just that I'm a little confused."

He grinned self-deprecatingly, "For a guy like me, even being alive is a problem. How can he have time to think about that kind of problem?"

After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his eyes, looked straight into the water-colored eyes of the man with light blond hair, and said indifferently, "After all, I'm the one who dragged you down."

With a smile on the corner of the drug seller's lips, he stretched out his hand to cover the man's eyes, and the man followed his strength and obediently lay down on his lap.

"Do not."

【You didn't drag anyone down. Those secret feelings are all because of you. They are not burdensome or troublesome. They are all worthwhile.

あなたはwho nimo confused をかけていない.それを隠しているあなたの気持ちは, お荷物ではなく, お悩みでもない. 】