Kadian is raising cubs again today

Mokona rushed over happily, it likes the baby the most.

"Mokona, take a look." Lu Jing rolled up the sleeves of Chuya Nakahara, exposing the boy's fair arms.He patted Nakahara Chuya's forearm, and said softly: "Mr. Chuya, use your power as you did just now."

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked, and a faint red light appeared on his body again.

With the red light covering his whole body, black and red patterns spread out on Zhongye Zhongye's originally fair forearm, carrying an ominous atmosphere.

Lu Jing's voice was dry: "Mocona, look at this...is it 'chigger'?"

No matter how much the world admires the gods, in fact, the gods have an end, and they will suffer for various reasons.Izanah, who is as powerful as the mother of the gods, will also be stabbed by the malicious evil thoughts bred by the human heart in the underworld, and she will be infected with ailments that cannot be repaired, and she will return to her once pure body.

Getting sick can be said to be the worst thing for a god.

A small amount of ailments can be removed with divine power, and ailments that exceed a certain limit can only be performed in rituals of healing.

When Zhong Yuanzhong was also using his strength, those black and red spots on his arms really looked like ailments.However, Lu Jing is not sure, because the place where the god is infected will bring unbearable pain.It's not like Lu Jing has never seen a god who was so painful that he lost his image due to illness.Zhong Yuan's expression really didn't look like he was in pain.

"Hmm..." Mokona held Nakahara Chuya's arm with two small paws, squinting his eyes with a serious rabbit face.After a while, it nodded its head and said, "It's indeed a 'chime'."

Lu Jing's expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Which one?"

The ailments that can pollute the divine body can be roughly divided into two types according to their channels, and the methods of repairing evil spirits also have their own emphasis.

One is the ailment left by being stabbed by a divine weapon, and the way of repairing is aimed at the divine weapon that stabbed the god.As long as the artifact is purified, the ailments on the divine body can be eliminated.

One is that the divine body is directly polluted. In this case, one must either ask a high-ranking god to repair it, or invite three gods with godheads to work together to repair it.

The ritual of repairing evil spirits is not yet foolproof, and there are quite high risks.If one gets it wrong, not to mention the sick gods will directly turn into fallen angels, even the gods who help with healing may be polluted.

Of course, Lu Jing couldn't let Zhongyuan Zhong also get sick like this, even if it doesn't look like it hurts, this thing is a time-bomb-bomb to the gods.

"It's neither." Mo Kena raised his claws, touched Zhongya Zhongya's face, and said crisply: "The malice of people's hearts is not enough to stab Xiaozhongye, it is the loneliness and sadness in Xiaozhongye's heart. Hurt yourself."

The deer was stunned.

Zhong Yuanzhong also slightly widened his cobalt blue eyes.

"It's okay." Mo Kena smiled and squinted his eyes, shaking his long white ears, and patted Zhongya Zhongya's chest twice with his small paws, and said with a smile: "Just put Zhongye's Fill your heart, and these ailments will disappear. Xiaozhong is also blessed."

One of the [-] secrets of Mocona: distinguish the lonely you.

It sees oh.

Just like that time, it saw the huge hole in Lu Jing's heart.

Mo Ke Na narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Jing, who was on the side, and stretched out his white claws decisively. Lu Jing and Zhong Yuan Zhongya, one on each side, solemnly said: "Mo Ke Na hopes that everyone can smile from the bottom of their hearts."

"Hey, hey." Lu Jing stretched out his hands to rub Mokona's little head, and said warmly, "There will be that day."

When he trudges to the end, he will laugh from the bottom of his heart with relief, accepting the eternal darkness and peace that only belongs to death.

***

In an oxidized world, even breathing is disgusting.

In the Tsushima mansion, Shuji Tsushima walked into the small dining room with a well-behaved smile on his face.

The Tsushima family has two dining rooms, one large and one small, with a difference of only ten centimeters in height, but these ten centimeters divide the entire Tsushima family into two classes.

In the big dining room, his father Tsushima Genemon is proud and majestic, his mother Tsushima Yuko has a gentle smile, and his elder brother Tsushima Bunji is humble and polite, but when they turn to them sitting in the small dining room, their eyes will reveal kind of high above.

Kind of funny.

Shuji Tsushima lowered his eyes, slowly spread butter on the bread with a knife.

The proud and majestic father at home has always been a nouveau riche who has risen from the bottom in the eyes of outsiders.His colleagues, his superiors, always remember his appearance as a small fu low plotter.On the surface, they greeted each other with a smile, but in their hearts they sneered with contempt.

Does father know this?

Of course he knew.

Therefore, he will repeatedly suppress his wife, children, family servants, and tenant farmers to obtain the pleasure of dominating others.

And what about the mother who is almost called the model of a lady?

She was a wise and foolish woman, and she was keenly aware of her husband's growing impatience with her, and his increasingly prolonged gaze on the beautiful young maid in the family.In order to ensure her status in this family, she worked harder to manage her reputation, trying to make herself an indispensable existence in this family.

He, Shuji Tsushima, their youngest son, once a transparent person, is now one of her tools to achieve her goals.

See, to run the house, and to take care of her husband and children, and the youngest, who was sick and weak, always needed her own hands.

What a heartfelt motherly heart.

But who would know that Shuji Tsushima's broken arm some time ago was pushed down the stairs inadvertently by her, as a mother, raising her hand.The cold was caused by the window being opened on purpose at night, and the food poisoning was caused by her adding something that should not have been added to the snacks she gave him.

They only saw Mrs. Tsushima weeping for his injured arm, staying up overnight to look after him with a fever, and losing the maid in charge of taking care of him because of his food poisoning problem.

Unfortunately, that maid was the one my father had been interested in recently.

So, he is a useful tool.

As for his brothers and sisters, oh, except for the eldest brother who will inherit everything in this family and despise everyone except his father, they are actually envious of him without knowing the inside story.

No one can see such a crude method, and the eyes blinded by jealousy can't see the obvious truth clearly.

Such a world, such a life, is it really necessary to persevere?

Shuji Tsushima asked himself.

After breakfast, Shuji Tsushima took the family car to Aomori Prefectural Elementary School.

He is in first grade here.

During the first half year of school, because of Mrs. Tsushima's frequent petty movements, he was either injured or sick or on the way to recuperate from his injuries. He may not even spend two months in school seriously.

However, it doesn't matter, Shuji Tsushima has no expectations for school life.

The people here are the same as those at home, there is no difference in the slightest difference between jealousy, awe and repulsion, and a little false liking because of the body and money.

"He's coming to school."

"Who?"

"That's Tsushima."

"Young master of a rich family."

"The one who's always sick and hurt."

"It's the young master's disease."

"Stay away from him, we are different from him."

The black-haired boy with iris slowly retracted the false smile on his lips.He walked past those people without looking sideways.

Yes, they are different.

His world is entering a gloomy gray-black, and the vibrant spring is reflected in his eyes, but it does not bring any warmth.

No matter how beautiful and warm the picture seems, he can't always focus on the bright side.His eyes are always attracted by the glamorous reality, and he can't help looking at the ending that will eventually wither and decay.

in case……

As soon as the footsteps that were supposed to enter the teaching building turned, Tsushima Shuji walked past the flow of people calmly, and no one cared why he suddenly walked here.

He walked through the sparse forest and came to the artificial lake beside the cherry blossom forest.He stood still by the lake, his eyes fell on the petals blown by the wind.The falling petals landed on the lake, and with the sound so subtle that it was almost impossible to catch it, the water surface rippled, distorting the originally handsome face of the boy with kite eyes on the water surface.

If you let it go like this...

Shuji Tsushima stared expressionlessly at the distorted face reflected on the water, so ugly, he murmured: "It will definitely rot in this oxidized world."

So ugly.

If that day comes, he will definitely be uglier than he is now.

So, he really should, before that day comes, in advance——

"Eh?" The fermenting negative emotions suddenly stagnated, Shuji Tsushima slightly widened his iris-colored eyes, half a second later, he turned his head abruptly, and it was the first time that the rounded iris eyes of a boy of this age naivety.

But I saw the double cherry tree with white double flowers blooming by the lake, on a branch stretched horizontally, a boy wearing a white kimono sat on it.Short ochre-colored hair hangs softly on the cheeks, a pair of cobalt blue eyes that are bluer than the sky and clearer than the sea are slightly lowered, looking at Shuji Tsushima by the lake.

Because Shuji Tsushima turned his head suddenly, their eyes collided with each other.

There was no emotion in those cobalt blue eyes, they were just watching.But when Shuji Tsushima suddenly turned his head and stared at him, as if he could see himself, the cobalt blue eyes immediately became surprised, and blurted out: "You can see me?!"

As soon as the words came out, the brown-haired boy, that is, Zhong Yuanzhong, suddenly closed his mouth, his face was full of annoyance.

Shuji Tsushima immediately grasped the point, staring at the boy on the cherry blossom tree with his kite eyes, and said in a serious tone: "Monster?"

So, is it the flower demon of this double cherry tree?

If so, it would not be difficult to explain his good looks.

Although this color scheme is not cherry blossoms.

Speaking of which, it would be very beautiful if there were ochre-colored cherry blossoms or cobalt blue cherry blossoms.