As we all know, winding zero is a human being

After being taught by Teacher Yuanyi to be a ghost, there was no movement on his lips, but his young master was still very honest.

He folded his arms and tapped his fingers on the decayed floor from time to time, the rhythm fluctuated from light to heavy, and it was obvious that Wu Mi was not as calm and casual as he showed.

Still hearing the urging hidden in the rhythm, Zero scratched his hair and took a deep breath.

Well, don't be angry, what kind of ghost is this ghost in front of him, doesn't he have an idea in his heart?

Lifting up the hem of his clothes, he knelt and sat in front of Wuyan, tilted his head and lowered his body to confirm the injury, and suddenly raised his eyes, and saw that Wuyan was staring at him and hastily put away the clear expression of resentment.

... No, did he force you to pose like this to gain his sympathy?

Zero felt that at some point, his young master was really shameless.

Talk about now!

The slander is the slander, after a pause, Zero began to tidy up his wounds without complaint.

His patient movements were already gentle enough. He focused on wiping the blood-stained parts of Wu Mi's body with the cloth soaked in water, but when he touched the large or small wounds stained with He, the bodies under his hands would always Shake slightly.

Zero stopped moving angrily: "Do you still know it hurts?"

"..." Wu Mi seemed to have swallowed something, lowered his eyes to stare at his injury, "It hurts."

His attitude is really low enough.

He sighed and listened to this untrue but always felt quite honest words, Ling could only talk nonsense: "I'm in pain too."

Oni Wu Tsuji who was about to make persistent efforts to say something: "?"

In the invisible place, the pupil shrinking into a thin line is slowly dilating.

"I mean, everyone will feel pain when they get hurt, bleed, or even die." After a pause, he continued to wipe. Zero felt that since he had already chosen to stay, he had no choice but to carry on the education to the end. "So, can you-"

In the silence, in the darkness, the thin, bloodless lips were tightly pursed.

Wu Mi's expression changed rapidly, the false fragility faded away like a tide, and he seemed a little stiff in the middle as if he was trying to cover up something.

Zero didn't expect him to suddenly change his mind and become enlightened for the time being.

If Guiwu Tsuji Wumi really did that, then he felt that he might be the one who went wrong.

"You are different."

Wu Mi's mouth opened and closed, the mouth that can always weave beautiful dreams and coax one human being into a ghost after another willingly, but now it seems that someone is being forced to tell something unspeakable.

Zero listened a little more seriously, but his eyes were blank.

He felt that Wu Mi might have made a mistake, otherwise why did the topic turn around and come back to himself...?

He is different?Where is he different?Will it bleed or hurt?

The wound on his shoulder is still exuding a tempting fragrance?

"..."

Wu Mi's breath paused for a moment, and after he saw what was clearly written in Zero's eyes, the not-so-good anger that was hidden flashed through his plum red eyes.

"I never thought of killing you."

The action of his subordinates seemed to be careless, and Zero threw the clothes in his hand on him: "So, I still have to thank you?"

He really couldn't understand the words without beginning and end.

This action of his seemed to ignite something.

"...What else do you want me to say?!" Wu Mi's voice sounded as if he had endured to the extreme, the veins climbing up his forehead twitched, and the palm with his nails closed was clenched before he could take it back. wrist.

He used great strength, closely following his expression, even his body completely gave up the weakness that he tried so hard to pretend earlier.

"I didn't leave any of those ghosts who hurt you 600 years ago. What do you want me to do?!"

It seems that the fault of the current situation has been attributed to others in the inside and outside of Wu Mi's words.

Those who made mistakes were those who didn't know good from bad. Where did he make mistakes?

It's just that Zero doesn't have the time to argue with him about who the unreasonable troublemaker is.

Misunderstood that this little goblin is really pervasive. He really didn't expect that Wu Mi's words of persuasion were mistaken for his resentment for the bento 600 years ago?

Seeing Ling's eyes that were a little guilty and erratic about this misunderstanding, Wu Mi sneered, as if he had finally moved back to the first game.

But he should have laughed too early.

It’s not without emotion, no matter how twisted it is, it’s still very fast. For what he said just now, it is indeed his Master Tsujiya who is apologizing to himself, right?

It's just that this feeling is just a momentary thing.

Get to the bottom of it, you who created those ghosts can't escape.

Breaking away the palm that was about to make a mark on his wrist, Ling Ling asked slowly: "So, did you bury me later? Or did you just add another snack?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his shoulders, the wound caused by the release of the Hyakkimaru didn't even need to be bandaged, it's just that the exposed wound could still smell blood.

"..."

Wu Mi refused to answer this question.

... Good guy, he just asked casually. Judging by the expression on his face, does Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi really eat up all the body left after his death? !

Ling lowered his head and looked at the water bottle hanging on his waist. He had made so many psychological preparations before putting such a pot of blood on himself by the pond, but he suddenly didn't want to give it out, what should I do?

Proper bloodletting is good for physical and mental health-forget it, he'd better not lie to himself.

In the past, the Buddha cut his meat to feed the eagle and his body to feed the tiger, but his current situation is not so righteous. This is just a necessary means to control the ancestor of ghosts in these days.

Now that they are all ready to go to work, he has to deal with some troublesome problems in the future, right?

"What happened in the past...forget it." Zero still threw the pot of blood over, "You should take good care of your injuries first."

After taking the kettle and smelling what was in it, Wu Mi was a little dazed.

A certain look that he couldn't understand was hidden, and the eyes that were still blood red seemed a little illusory.

"Have I ordered you to bleed me to drink?"

And after that, Bo Bo's anger and scolding did not know which came faster.

Under Zero's inexplicable gaze, Wu Mi showed his uncertain attitude engraved in his bones.

"Or do you think my mind will be swayed by my appetite?!"

Another rhetorical question without asking yourself?

Uncontrollable, irrational, all ghosts are controlled by true desires, and the execution of satisfying desires trumps everything.

However, there is no extra energy to be allocated to comfort and other measures. Tianzao has given enough, Ling presses his forehead that is also throbbing, and feels that he needs to have a little temper.

Take a look, after a long meal, Gui Wu Tsuji Wuan became what he is now. Is it really because of his previous treatment that made a mistake?

"This is not an order, nor is it pitiful as you think."

He said almost word by word: "Since you now need flesh and blood to restore your body—don't even think about flesh, I can't let you eat people."

"This jar of blood, you can just treat it as the food I prepared for you before, you don't need to think so much."

Tired, really tired.

He likes brain supplements and always imposes his own brain supplements on others. How did he serve this young master well back then? !

Ling simply stood up and stared at Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan closely. He swore that if Wuyou dared to throw the pot of blood to waste like he did in some vulgar idol dramas, he would be able to give this house to him by turning around. Demolished.

Hehe, as for how to deal with this ghost in the sunlight outside, he has no control.

I don't know if he was subdued by some of his words, or it may be that Wu Mi's desire for flesh and blood has not reached the limit of patience?

He watched Kiwu Tsuji Mumi gradually return from a seemingly unreasonable state to normal.

Pulling the drenched feather fabric covering the body, the replaced dark red veins seem to be sharpened during breathing. With the appearance of mimicry, the few cracks that Ling is used to are almost gone. Disappeared under the pale skin together.

Without waiting for him to look away, Wu Mi suddenly said: "Didn't you say, don't mention the past?"

Zero: "...is this the point?"

Put the kettle aside, as if everything that happened before was an illusion.

Wu Mi used a casual tone, jumping repeatedly on a certain bottom line: "If I want to eat people, what will you do?"

"You can look at my daily call first before you speak." Zero pulled out the knife expressionlessly, and the smile that Zero only raised when he looked at Wu Mi with satisfaction froze at the corner of his mouth again.

"...No one told you, are you really contradictory, Zero?" Restraining the brief subconscious reaction of his body, Wu Miyong looked over with an expression that implied anger and also had an inquiring meaning.

He didn't know what he wanted to express, so he didn't change his face, and only used his eyes to indicate that he was listening.

"It was you who followed behind me, and now it's you who draws the sword to face each other."

"It was you who assisted the Ghost Killing Squad, and it was you who made a new choice and came back to me."

Wu Mi leaned his body forward a little, and the haori, which had no effect in covering it, slipped three points along with his movement.

He bit the words playfully, wantonly using more lingering words.

And after that, Zero closed his eyes and said that he could think of anything with his markings.

"Why can't you be more determined, for example, how about becoming a ghost?"

Maybe this is the effect that Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan wants to achieve.

After rejecting the invitation several times, Zero still tasted something different.

Although this invitation will end with my own rejection this time...

But he thought comfortingly, this is already the most beautiful love story that the ghost in front of him can say?