As we all know, winding zero is a human being

The train running with mouth full is also a kind of train, why are you so surprised and look like you have seen a ghost?

If you want to ask how Zero recognized the young man in front of him as a ghost, this may all be classified as so-called experience.

Knock on the blackboard, is this something you can learn without spending money?

The way ghosts look at people is different from the way people look at people. No matter how much you try to cover up your obsessions and desires, they will only be exposed faster.

What's more, ghosts are actually a kind of creature that is difficult to maintain reason.

Seeing the change in the young man's expression, Ling just stared at the clock hanging on the door of the box, wondering why time passed so slowly for the first time?

Speaking of which, he still has a sachet of wisteria flowers in his arms...

Oh wait, something is wrong, something is wrong with this thing.

Why did the ghost who clearly knew that he had wisteria flowers on him and couldn't attack him wander in front of him?

The reflection of the car window was not clearly printed on his completely black and broken hair, and his attire was no different from that of a student in this era.

In order to avoid some problems, he cut his hair even shorter, not to mention that his face is completely closed, so there is no reason for him to be recognized?

Thinking of this, I feel that the ghost in front of me is either that he may have some buffs on his body at the beginning of the African start, and he encountered it by accident, or that he has some special ability that I don't know about, and he can make you go without getting close. Put yourself in danger.

Calling names and criticizing this is very magical and casual, and it also uses science as a vampire art setting in a coffin board.

No, no, he can't be so passive.

The young man who turned his head across the aisle was still staring at him with a smile, and his nameplate was also hung on the only suitcase.

I glanced at it without any trace, and the name on it was also very weird: Nightmare Minwei.

Thinking of this, Ling resorted to a evasion technique that sounds harmless at this moment: "Hey, does big brother know where the toilet on the car is?"

However, this move seemed a bit late, Nightmare smiled sinisterly, and raised the back of his left hand in a strange posture: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep."

A mouth with shiny teeth that could represent toothpaste appeared on the back of the pale hand that was no longer concealed, and that didn't completely take away Zero's attention. Before being hit by the spell, I knew what kind of vampire spell it was.

Nightmare tidied up her clothes, and thoughtfully crossed the aisle and sat down to this side.

He called the train conductor, and softly instructed the other party to adjust the posture in which Zero fell asleep with his eyes open, and then turned his face sideways to look out the window.

On his face reflected in the car window, the word "下一" was still in his left eye.

He frowned and leaned back: "It smells so bad, it's really troublesome."

As if thinking of something, there was an unnatural blush on Nightmare's face, but when he glanced at Zero who had completely fallen into the dream he had woven, there was a gnashing of teeth in the pleasant voice no matter how he heard it. mean.

He didn't seem to realize that, given the apparent age gap, wouldn't it be a little strange for him to be so serious with a child...?

If Zero was still awake, he would definitely point out the behavior of Nightmare who couldn't beat him and had to sanction him on the food chain.

Even Nightmare, who was dressed in a neat suit, would not be able to hear him at this time. He took a leisurely look at the carriage, taking everyone's gestures into his eyes.

Many people choose to spend the long journey in sleep on the train at night, so no one will notice the small interactions on their side.

He felt that this was the perfect hunting ground for him.

"Dream after dipping into honey and falling into despair...is the happiest experience?"

Zero is not sure whether the dream constructed by the blood ghost technique is sweet or not.

The warm sun in early summer made people not want to move at all, lying on the grass in the courtyard, squinting his eyes and reaching out to block the sun, he didn't know how to deal with it better.

He knew that he was having a lucid dream controlled by vampirism, and he was quite worried that the other party would attack him from the dream.

However, when he saw another protagonist in his dream, he thought suspiciously that as long as the blood ghost technique hadn't collapsed, then that ghost must not have entered his dream.

"What are you in a daze for? Come here."

The boy's hoarse-sounding voice is far from being as oppressive as it used to be, and Gui Wu Tsuji's thin figure sitting behind the bamboo curtain is a picture engraved into his DNA, and I feel very sorry for him.

It's just that he yelled zero and didn't respond, pretending to be dead was very thorough.

Don't make it difficult for the workers, it's just a dream, if you don't cooperate, what can the ancestor of Xibei's ghost do to him?

Oh, by the way, at this time, it seems that Ghost Mai Tsuji has not yet become the first ghost...?

Ling turned over and sat up from the grass. If he had to say how real this dream was, he had already experienced it. The passage of time seemed to be as real as it was. The cherry tree growing in the corner of the courtyard had withered, and the green trees clinging to the wall were green. The color of the dripping ivy also becomes deeper.

Everything in this dream is real everywhere, even the savage old friend is the same as before.

And the only abnormal character is probably his young master.

In fact, in the past, he was the closest person around Oniwu Tsuji, and he still needs to stay in this mansion carefully. There is no other reason. Temperament has distorted sex in adolescence.

Ordinary people are sick, and the relatives around them will not go wrong no matter how caring they are, but if they treat Guiwu Tsuji as a fragile porcelain too much and ask for warmth every day, then maybe he himself will let that person know how the porcelain shattered. of.

But if he takes a silent attitude towards his illness, it is also a death option on the road to layoffs.

So, why did he get used to his young master's glass heart so exquisitely?

Recalling the past, Ling had already opened the bamboo curtain and walked in, and sat down next to his young master in an unconventional way, asking like a broken pot, "What's the matter?"

He believed that if his tone was heard, others might think who the young master was after seeing this scene.

However, Wu Mi's still dark eyes stared at him for a while, then moved away and said softly, "I just don't want you to leave my sight."

No, who is behind this script?The imperative sentence used before is still decent, what is going on with the ghost dance Tsuji Wumi who seems to have taken the script of the brainless script?

The toes were so embarrassing that they could dig through the floor of this tall house, Zero warned himself to hold back, and could not directly restart the dream like last time.

His dream doesn't seem to be a boundless parallel world, the boundary is this square ancient city.After leaving Heian-kyo, everything in the dreamland will be restarted without saving files like a game crash.

And similar scripts have to be replayed again.

Zero thought about it endlessly. Speaking of which, this blood ghost technique seems to him to be quite high-level. It is rare to see a blood ghost technique of the spiritual school. Without knowing it, even the pillars of the ghost killing team cannot defend against it Bar.

Then he can reasonably guess that the other party is actually one of the twelve ghost moons?

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi, who was still holding a strange script and didn't get any response from him, suddenly stood up. When he subconsciously looked over, he found that his figure was standing very steadily, unlike the pine-leaf-colored hunting clothes that couldn't even support him. look.

Wu Mi didn't seem to notice his distraction: "Tonight's dinner, you go with me."

"Your body..." Zero subconsciously answered, suddenly a shadow shrouded him, and he looked up at Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi standing in front of him.

The other party's black face that dripped ink made him feel that he had woken up for a moment.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wu Mi frowned, but immediately relaxed under Ling's gaze, and the later expression also looked gentle and tight.

The plum red pupils are perfectly fine with no other decorations, but the change in color is already the biggest problem.

When did this happen?Why didn't he notice it?

Sure enough, it was a dream, and the change span of closing and opening eyes is too big?

Sensing that there seemed to be something wrong with the time progress in the dream, Zero wanted to say something.

However, when his eyes were fixed, he suddenly felt a little suffocated.

Even though his young master hurried through the most difficult years in a flash, the mansion where they lived and the scenery in the courtyard wall did not change at all.

The warm sun was half hidden, and under the shadow of the sky and clouds, Oni Wu Tsuji was standing in the courtyard.

Wu Mi looked at the motionless Zero against the light in puzzlement: "Why are you so..."

"Disobedient?" Zero subconsciously answered, and stepped forward to stop at the place where light and darkness meet.

He hesitated and didn't dare to go out, as if the person who became a ghost and started to fear the sun turned into him.

But there was a pair of sharp-boned hands tightly clutching his wrists, and after pulling him out, the fingers moved slightly, and the palms were clasped together.

Those were really warm hands.

"Tonight's dinner will discuss the itinerary of summer hunting for some time. Although the scenery is not very beautiful at this time, it is always interesting..."

Zero was very serious and let his young master drag him around the mansion. When did he think his young master became so talkative?

Eh, but it seems to be good too?

But when they were about to walk out of the courtyard paved with white sand, there seemed to be the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from behind them.

Something ticked in the dark room, something scarlet splashed on the floor.

A little trace was stirred up in the bloody ripples.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something, Ling just wanted to turn his head to look, but Wu Mi suddenly approached him, gently lifted his chin, leaned over and kissed him.

All of a sudden, Ling was dizzy and couldn't find where Bei was.

He took a breath and raised his eyebrows: "I must have lasted a little longer this time!"

Wu Cang heard that he smiled, and tapped him on the forehead noncommittally.

"Speaking of which, when did you recover from this illness?" Ling looked down at the hands that were still clenched together, and squinted at the crimson gypsophila stars on the cuffs, "Where is the doctor?" What about the blue Bana flower..."

Halfway through, Ling felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and his young master seemed a little too quiet.

He raised his eyes and looked over, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi still looked back with a cold smile.

"what are you saying?"

It was as if his face was expressionless and blank before, and he just laughed in a flash.