As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Meeting again after a long absence, both parties involved are not as calm as they appear on the surface.

Or it didn't take that long for Zero - after knowing that the leader of the Bliss Sect is a ghost, he was ready for such a situation sooner or later.

The change of clothing style, the change of architectural style, the dazzling array of goods on the street, and the common vocabulary circulated in people's mouth.

Time cannot be manipulated on him, but the passing time cannot be ignored.

He took every aspect into consideration, but he forgot the blank period between him and his young master, which added hundreds of years in the blink of an eye.

Having figured this out, after entering the house, Zero turned over in a panic and escaped from the embrace of the ancestor of the ghost, but Wu Mi did not stop him, he just took a good look at this room that he had never seen before. Palace.

Everywhere is so exquisitely arranged, it seems that his Shangxian Lu is having a good life.

No one wanted to sit on the most comfortable looking cushion. After rummaging through the closet, they found the cushion they had used before. He turned around while holding the cushion. intonation said:

"Your condition, can you say it now?"

Ling Xin said that he really intimidated his young master just now, no, otherwise how could he see through his thoughts so quickly.

He decided to play stupid first, otherwise it would be inappropriate if he misunderstood: "What conditions?"

Laughed softly, not quite sure whether it was a sneer or a mockery, and Wu Mi said slowly, "The condition for becoming a ghost."

He seemed to be sure that this good thing would not come true so easily.

Zero really wants to say sorry, in addition to Rihu PTSD, he seems to have caused the ancestor of the ghost to have some kind of PTSD for himself.

But in the end, it's up to Oni Wu Tsuji to tell the truth...Compared to him mentioning it, it's much more face-saving!

"Well, not now?" Ling felt that he had to finish this sentence quickly, after all, he didn't know how long Wu Mi's current good temper could last, "I still want to grow longer... now this body is too old Small."

Seeing that Wu Mi was about to raise his eyebrows, he added: "It's not appropriate to do anything."

"...you can get enough blood, mimicry can solve everything."

"This is so weird! I still want to use my original body." Ling licked his lips against Wu Mi's oppressive height, and suddenly he didn't have so much desire to survive, "Your current body The appearance is also mimicry, can you let me see your previous... appearance?"

Very satisfied with my current height and shape: "..."

"Why should I agree to you?" Mei Hong's eyes were filled with displeasure at being offended, but she didn't do anything, Guiwu Tsuji felt that she was being patient and gentle enough.

Sensing this message, Zero shook his head quite quickly: "If it doesn't work, forget it."

...Sure enough, he guessed right, even in the form of a ghost, his young master looks much younger than now, at most he is about the same age as him now, and he is still a small one when he is hugged.

So why on earth did he type up a script that he developed in his younger years to become so many times older than it is now?

Don't ask, I regret it very much.

"Ah...Ah!"

Sighing, he walked over and wanted to put down the cushion and continue talking, but before Zero sat down, he sneezed.

The temperature in the room, which is comparable to that of the air conditioner, has not yet risen, and the rain that just fell has come to the door again.

Oni Wu Tsuji was only slightly wet on the front of his coat and behind him, compared to him, he was miserable.

Touching the back of his head embarrassingly, Zero had no choice but to ask: "Can you let me change clothes first?"

"This is Shangxianlu's place, next door is his bedroom." After closing his eyes and opening them again, a trace of boredom appeared between his brows, and Wu Mi casually suggested to him: "Take his things and wipe them first... the rest Let’s talk about Edo.”

"Eh? This is not very good...is it?" Although he was not shocked by Wu Mi's logic, he wanted to express his rejection of his practice of not treating other ghosts as ghosts.

Even if you don't mind if Tong Mo doesn't mind, he still minds.

"Speaking of which, I saw some interesting things in Tong Mo's mind..." Wu Can doesn't care if he doesn't mind, with a malicious smile on his face, he thought to himself if the little servant in front of him could get sick It can be regarded as giving him a chance to lose his body.

A cursed thought flashed viciously, it would be better if he was the same as before, too sick to get up, but he wanted to see how long his little servant could maintain this attitude of refusal and welcome.

Just thinking about it, Wu Mi looked up and looked at Zero with some indescribable embarrassment, turned around, opened the barrier door of the next room, walked in and closed the door.

"...but I forgot to ask." Amusedly, he gave up a certain idea, and accompanied by a certain obsession that he couldn't ask for, Wu Mi stared closely at the closed door.

The idea of ​​turning Zero into a ghost as soon as they met before was also dispelled.

His little servant doesn't seem to be afraid of death.

The so-called true fragrance is the essence of human beings.

I never thought that I would use this reason to invade the most private territory of the leader of the family, and when I looked up to see the furnishings in the house, I felt my forehead twitching.

In order not to be ridiculed by his young master, he chose to walk into this room for his ghostly appearance in front of Tong Mo. He seemed to be at a loss.

The eerie skeletons were neatly placed on the shelves like decorations, and there were some women's clothes scattered on the floor, as well as some hairpins and other gadgets.

What's the matter, Master Tong Mo still has such a weird collection habit?

But this is not surprising, in front of them, he looks harmless to humans and animals, but for those believers who enshrine him as the Son of God during the day, Tong Mo is a ghost after all at night.

The hollow bones are not scary, even if the bones under the skin are different, they will all look like this in the end.

Ling looked around intently, lowered his eyes slightly, and opened the door that was closer to the opposite side.

Even the outer room with strange collections is a luxurious decoration that is quite consistent with the Eternal Bliss Cult, but the bedroom belonging to Tong Mo is more simple than all the other rooms.

The plain white walls are not hung with any beautiful landscape calligraphy and paintings or famous copybooks that can enhance the style, and the owner of the room only leaves a blank space.

It looks clean and refreshing.

The clothes in the cupboard and the bedding on the bed showed little trace of being used.

If you think about it, you can become 007 without losing your hair, so what use is the bedroom?

The room outside is more frequently used than this one, right?

After thinking about this joint, he didn't feel awkward at all. He didn't start at the uniform clothes hanging, and he pulled the bed sheet casually to wipe his hair.

As soon as he put his hand on his belt, he heard a sound coming from the closed window.

The movements froze all of a sudden, and Ling raised his head a little stiffly, just in time to meet the eyes of Tong Mo who had sneaked in through the window even more miserably when he entered his bedroom.

He watched Tong Mo's comical one foot over the window frame, and the hand that was holding the window trembled, but the look in his eyes was clearly engraved with the interest of death: "Ah, my lord, why are you here?" In my bedroom—and wiping my hair with the sheets I'm going to sleep on tonight?"

"...Who are you lying to?" Zero grabbed the bed sheet without letting go, but tightened his belt, "I'm here...I'm here just to find something to wipe myself off."

"That's it." Tong Mo really didn't mind or was forced to, he carefully retracted his legs, as if he had calculated something.

Zero felt that he seemed to be estimating the bottom line of Onimai Tsuji.

To be honest, Yi Wozuo knew how he was exposed when he mentioned the Xia Xiansan earlier.

But why is it that Shang Xianlu, who is obviously at least three levels higher than Xia Xiansan at Tong Mo's rank, doesn't seem to be under the care of the ancestor of ghosts all the time?

"If Mr. Wu Mi finds out that you bumped into me, then I will be finished!" While he was thinking, Tong Mo had finished his calculations, and the golden fan that never left his hand pointed to the wardrobe that he opened, and he saw a few shining ones. Liang's crystallized imperial son shook off Tong Mo's fan, "Please understand and understand me~"

"...how can you be considerate?" Tong Mo had accidentally bumped into his arms, Ling really didn't expect the heartless guy in front of him to play GG so quickly.

Controlling Crystal Miko to sway and struggle to drag out his clothes, Tong Mo changed clothes outside the window without hesitation.

He didn't even raise his head: "Well! Master Wu Mi doesn't usually like to say hello to me in my brain - but not necessarily this time, I'll try to find a way to fool me!"

The fluffy words were not convincing at all, and then Zero heard him say: "As for your Excellency, have you seen the beautiful room outside? If you go there to change clothes, I believe Mr. Wu Mi will not care so much Already!"

He said confidently: "The skull inside is the most beautiful skull I have found in the past few decades!"

Zero felt that after listening patiently and earnestly to the advice of the ghost in front of him, he hit a tree with his head.

Is there even a slight causal relationship before and after this? !

Seeing his subtle expression, Tong Mo rolled his eyes and raised his fingertips slightly.

Those few lively, crystallized princes who hadn't disappeared turned their heads and pushed Zero towards the door.

With such a small body and great strength, Zero never expected that these cute-looking little guys could have such great strength.

So just now these little guys dragged the clothes so hard, was it all your tricks? !

"Close the door quickly, Your Excellency! Even if Mr. Wu Mi didn't find out just now, he probably will find out after a while!"

Holding on to the window frame, Tong Mo still had time to wave his hand inside.

The slender nails shone with a faint blue light, and she changed the way and moved her fingers without being noticed, and the obedient Crystal Miko moved another hand or foot.

Seeing that Ling seemed to have stepped on the cloth that he had forgotten to pack and slipped and fell in, Tong Mo shook his head: "Oh, why are you so careless?"

In the end, the matter of closing the door was completed by the hard-working Crystal Miko.

So when he sensed a certain ghost going and coming back, Guiwu Tsuji, who subconsciously invaded Tong Mo's brain, saw the bedroom with nothing in his field of vision, and Tong Mo's thoughts were all messed up. thing.

But he still felt that it was not safe enough, so he opened the barrier door with a gloomy face, and with narrowed narrow eyes, he saw the scene that made his breathing stop for a moment.

The dark room is surrounded by heads full of meaning of death, and the clothes are half-open but covered with plain cloth.

Beside the white arms supporting the body, dried and dark red blood stains were still splashed on the gray juice-colored tatami mat.

His little servant seemed completely unaware of what was going on, and the black pupils that followed the light source and the sound blankly were clear without any impurities.

The imprint is only yourself.