As we all know, winding zero is a human being

"Well, today's wind is really noisy..."

Zero didn't know what he said at all, but the voice echoing in the eerily quiet room quickly brought him back to consciousness.

Listen, what are you forcing the child into? Such opening remarks can be spoken.

However, his eyes turned back from the bamboo curtain that was still pressed by that hand, and Wu Mi just looked back blankly: "It really is a timely wind."

How should I put it, that tone of voice.

It's still the tone of the identity of "Hi Mu"—after all, he hasn't escaped from this petite and cute mimetic, isn't he?

But even with the same timbre, when the emotions and mentality are different, it sounds like two different people.

The temperature is gone, the innocence and beauty are gone, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou has no desire to continue acting, and straightly peels off the thing that is attached to the top layer.

After realizing this point, Zero did not dare to show too much panic and guilty conscience. After all, if Wu Mi can grasp these two points, there is no reason for people to fully understand what it means to be the ancestor of moody ghosts. , then the follow-up really can't end.

He can't be guilty, he can't be guilty, and he can't run away.

...You can't do it at such a young age? !

"When did you find out?" Wu Mi asked on his own, but he didn't intend to ask Ling to answer just by looking at the expression.

His mood turned suspiciously bad as if he had thought of something: "Tong Mo..."

Ling Xin said that this has nothing to do with Tong Mo, okay?

He can unilaterally declare that the acting MVP of that night is definitely Tong Mo.

It's just that he looked at Wu Mi as if he had made up his mind, the scarlet eyes were full of danger, and the outline of the raised eyebrows was more similar to the previous appearance.

The clean face was tainted with malice that was about to pour out, and the innocent look with this foul-mimetic look actually gave Ling a very emotional feeling.

No, I can't suck it any longer, if I suck it any longer, the leader of the Bliss Cult of Eternal Bliss who is far away in the sky but still bears the blame for his hard work will really be finished.

"It's really not him." Zero pondered and said weakly, he tried to use a more normal-sounding voice, "Yes, it was later——"

Wu Mi seemed quite gentle, but the unclear question made him sound less gentle than on the surface: "What happened next?"

Everything after that is not right.

Ask yourself, is it really a choice made by a normal little girl to show so much concern for the father of two children? !

Even though he was roaring in his heart, after thinking about it, Zero still chose an option that seemed to make his young master less embarrassing: "It's letterhead."

The paper with flowers and leaves is still quietly stained with a suitable temperature.

"Your words and sentences are still very recognizable. Now no one can write Japanese songs full of peace."

Ling looked at Wu Mi with an expression that showed no emotion, and tried very hard to bring this topic lightly, but Wu Mi suddenly became irritable when he couldn't understand it.

Things that appeared only for a moment and then hid flashed too quickly.

Wu Mi stood up, trying to look down with that body condescendingly: "...take off that mask that obstructs the eyes."

"Eh?"

Zero thought about it and did it.

Anyway, the hide-and-seek of these days is over, and the Lord is right in front of him, so there is really no need to wear the mask used to cover his face.

He hesitated for a while after he put his hands on the mask, and the fingers that were pulling the red string also stopped.

No, the stripes are still there.

Hey, it was really helpless that everyone was so restless before, if he had known... he drew one with rouge, it would be better than the current situation.

He can't return the goods without after-sales service, and he really regrets it.

Wu Can endured the beating of his forehead, and tried his best to suppress the hideous thing: "What are you hesitating about?"

"Uh--"

Unable to see Zero's tangled expression under the mask, his patience finally ran out, and Wu Can walked straight over and put his hands behind his head.

The mask with more and more unrestrained patterns was taken off by him without a doubt and thrown aside.

The wooden shell fell on the tatami, making a dull sound.

Zero's field of vision suddenly widened, and when he looked up, it turned out that the light in the room was brighter than he thought.

He subconsciously blinked his eyes a little to get used to the brightness, and when he opened his eyes again... he found that he seemed to have acquired some useless little knowledge.

The mimetic change of Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi can also change the clothes on his body.

The long black hair was finally curled up again, and the colorful women's small sleeves turned into a dark shirt and white feathers.

The gold-rimmed outer robe is really pure white and clean like snow.

After throwing down the mask, Wu Mi's bony hand exerted some strength, the hand clamping Ling's jaw made him unable to avoid the scorching sight, and the other hand had no space, and the fingertips were separated by air. It seems to be rubbing it on the markings that seem to have life force.

Looking at the movement, Zero wondered if he was desperately trying to wipe it away, but he just didn't think about how to do it.

And the cool touch that followed was also a touch away.

...What's the matter, is the stripe hot or something?

Just as he was thinking wildly, Zero's voice, which he could not hear miserably, sounded high above, which seemed to be asking casually.

"So, what's your answer?"

uh, what answer?Is there any problem between them?

Seeing that he decided to pretend to be a fool to the fullest, of course Wu Mi would not repeat the question a second time.

Tutting impatiently was not something he would do either.

It's as if in a successful hunt, the prey targeted by snakes will never notice where he is hiding before the gorgeous and dangerous hunter makes a move, and the silent and silent actions are also unavoidable. reaction.

Wu Mi's kiss was very shallow, as if it was just a move to get closer, from the temples to his ear unconsciously, compared to before, I don't know how many times unfamiliar.

Yin Hong's eyes seemed to be slightly narrowed because of this, and when the pale and cold touch spread to the forehead, he hurriedly wanted to push Wu Mi away.

Zero really couldn't figure out what Wu Mi would do in the next moment, he always had the illusion that the other party was going to tear that innocent skin away.

"Don't move." The hoarse voice can always cover up something well, and he withdraws without haste, the appropriate distance seems to be a leeway he left for himself.

The movement of touching his lips really seemed to be thinking about something.

He seemed to have finally settled on something at this moment, and the sudden and violent sense of oppression would make him a little out of breath.

This person Wu Mi... This ghost has always been used to being domineering. He always confidently regards the sporadic kindness he gives as a big reward, and when it is replaced by something that ordinary people cannot bear, he compares himself to others. Make a natural disaster.

In short, there is no right to refuse.

Zero listened to Wuyou and said slowly and logically: "You seem to have succeeded."

No, this sentence with only subject and predicate cannot constitute the most basic subject-verb-object structure, right?

He, what kind of weird things did he succeed in? !

Before Ling could figure out what a great thing he had accomplished, Wu Mi lowered his body and held his face in his hands, pressing his palm against the back of his neck with such force that he couldn't be pushed away any more. The other hand also touched the dangerous place.

For the first time, Wu Mi, who always kept his eyes open to observe everything in these overly intimate actions, slightly closed his plum red pupils. .

Wu Mi's hands hugged him very tightly, as if he was trying to grab everything he could grab.

"Well--"

The only thing he wants to complain is that ghosts don't need to breathe, but people still need to breathe.

At the end of the long and suffocating kiss, Ling seemed to come alive. He was panting heavily, and something he didn't know was dancing in his eyes.

It was very difficult for him to change his current situation, which seemed to be resignation. His blind pursuit had already made him do not know how to refuse, and now this situation... Siha, to be honest, he couldn't refuse.

The slender and pale knuckles had already parted the tight girdle, but at this moment, Ling felt Wumi's hand stop, and then pressed his chest soothingly.

Wu Mi turned his head to the door with a look of extreme impatience, and it was only under his face-changing expression that Ling Ye heard a voice outside the door after the knock: "Higure, can you?" Come in?"

Jian Shifan, who suddenly didn't know what was going on inside the house, jumped back and forth on the verge of death: "It's about the arrangement for tomorrow night, Yeliu Oiran's side—"

Zero suddenly grabbed the hem of his shirt before the impatience in Wu Mi's eyes broke out.

It was second to none for doing such a thing in broad daylight, and he, who seemed nervous, was not panicked because of such an embarrassing situation.

Looking at him like this, he gave a low laugh, and then his throat moved, and the words he uttered became soft and tactful again: "Now, it's not convenient."

Naturally, the voice of the girl who still fascinated everyone at such an immature age was irresistible. Even if there was no reason, Jian Shifan agreed without much hesitation: "That's fine, I'll come back later?"

"Thank you."

Withdrawing his gaze, he could hear the footsteps gradually receding. Wu Mi looked down at Zero's ecstasy again, and asked in a neutral tone, "Is this satisfactory?"

After regaining his senses from the double-happy experience, Zero tentatively asked: "...Thank you for your grace of not killing?"

"I thought you knew that I didn't want to hear this." Wu Mi narrowed his eyes again, and said indifferently as a matter of course: "What does the life and death of others have to do with me?"

With zero headache, he realized that he didn't know how to answer his words again.

Forget it, forget it, his young master can sense his meaning and choose a normal method to solve the problem before him, so, is it a dawn?

Regarding this, he raised his head and looked at Wu Mi carefully for a long while, and when Wu Mi's expression was about to become rigid, the hand that had never dared to relax gradually let go.

He lay on his back on the tatami mat with his hands spread out and tried to use a relaxed tone, but his neck slightly turned away revealed his bewilderment: "W-do you want to talk about this?"

Seeing that his appearance has confirmed what he wanted to confirm, Wu Mi suppressed the hot and spreading things, and gently held his face straight with a smile: "I want to listen."

Under the gaze of those bright red eyes, it seemed that any noisy voices were silenced.

With Wu Mi's acquiescence, Ling struggled to support himself, hesitating for a long time.

He just kissed the corner of his lips as if he was afraid of breaking the hard-won peace.