I live longer than the incomparable

Seeing such a reaction, Onimai Tsuji's face showed obvious displeasure, and his black curly short hair quietly fell on his cheeks, and his pupils turned into dangerous vertical pupils in an instant.

"Are you rejecting me?"

Onimai Tsuji's fingertips gently rubbed her neck, pressing on her fair skin, leaving shallow dents.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni turned around and said flatly, "I just don't like the smell."

She raised her eyes to look at him, and suddenly tiptoed to kiss his lips.She put her hand on Onimai Tsuji's face and said to him, "You understand what I mean."

Oni Wu Tsuji narrowed his eyes, stared into her eyes for a long time, and then let go of the hand that was pressing on her neck.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni responded to his gaze with no change of expression, she had always been like this, no matter whether Gui Wu Tsuji was happy or angry, the eight hundred bhikkhuni would never show any fear.

When Onimai Tsuji took off the bloody clothes and went into the bathroom, she stared at the bloody clothes for a while.

Where did the blood come from and who did it come from? Eight hundred bhikkhunis had no idea.

But what she knew was that, sooner or later, the blood of Ghost Mai Tsuji would splash on other people's clothes.

Thinking of this kind of thing, Bhikkhuni closed her eyes, but suddenly another scene appeared in front of her eyes - so clear and complete that she opened her eyes.

She saw [the future] again.

But in the future she saw, there were things that belonged to the past.

She saw the young man with the flower earrings of the sun ring pattern hanging under his earlobe, holding a red He knife in his hand, his knife was burning with a deep red flame, and the same color eyes of the young man were also burning with raging fire.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni suddenly remembered——

A long time ago, she had seen that kind of flower earrings, and she had also seen that kind of knife burning with raging fire.

Although Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi kept saying that the so-called gods did not exist, Tong Mo also kept saying that the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss was a fictional fairy tale, but the eight hundred bhikkhuni felt that there were indeed some things in this world that they could not understand.

Humans often attribute incomprehensible things to "miracles". In a way, the eight hundred bhikkhuni, who is immortal and always maintains the appearance of a girl, can also be regarded as a manifestation of the real existence of gods.

And at that time a long time ago, in the Warring States Period more than 400 years ago, another kind of "miracle" was also manifested in other human beings.

Oni Wu Tsuji has not been smooth sailing for 1000 years. He was once faced with the end of being destroyed. In these 1000 years, the only human swordsman who pushed him into desperation, whether his name is Oni Wu Tsuji or Eight hundred nuns will never forget.

"Yuanyi..."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni stood up abruptly.

The sight returned to normal, but she was still in a deep trance. Eight hundred bhikkuni walked to the window, and she remembered the complete and complete genius swordsman.

"Ji Guo Yuan Yi."

But Ji Guoyuan has been dead for many years.

Unlike his elder brother Jiguo Yansheng, who is constantly honing his sword skills, pursuing more powerful power, chasing after his figure, and even accepting Kiwu Tsuji's solicitation, Jiguoyuan... Born to be different.

But the lifespan of human beings, even if it is extended to the extreme, is only more than a hundred years.

What's more, Ji Guoyuan was once considered to be less than 25 years old.

A swordsman with stripes on his body will have a shortened lifespan, 25 years old is the limit, and Ji Guoyuanyi was born with flame-like stripes on his forehead, which is inherently unusual.

At the beginning, this marking was regarded as a symbol of bad luck, and later, it was regarded as a sign of premature death.

At the moment when Eight Hundred Bhikkuni recalled the past, a figure appeared behind her at some point.

Under the refraction of the glass window, the eight hundred bhikkuni clearly saw the pair of eyes that were too scarlet.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi's body was pressed against her back, and the cold temperature seeped into her skin from the thin clothes.

"Who are you calling?"

When someone asked her like this, the voice was bitingly cold.

The force coming from behind forced the eight hundred bhikkuni's face to the glass, she turned her face sideways and moved her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on the face of Gui Wu Tsuji Muyou behind her.

"It's just a name."

She spoke calmly, looking into his eyes.

But Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is far less calm than her. From those wide-open eyes full of deep and dark colors, it can be seen that the influence of that name on him, even after more than 400 years, still has a lingering power.

[Jiguo Yuanyi is a genius swordsman who once drove Gui Wu Tsuji to a dead end. 】

This is a heart knot that Guiwu Tsuji can't get over for the rest of his life, even if the other party is dead.

Yabaichuni knew that speaking at this time would have no effect except to make him more angry, so he simply closed his mouth, but Gui Wu Tsuji, who couldn't get an answer, couldn't contain the memories gushing out of his heart.

That name represents the time when he was most embarrassed and least willing to mention it.

No matter how elegant, arrogant and personable Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is now, but at the beginning, in front of Ji Guo Yuan Yi, he could only be embarrassed and lingering.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni's blood splattered most of the windows.

Fortunately, it was already late at this time, and their room did not face the street, so all the noises and strangeness were swallowed up in this room, and could not be transmitted to other places at all.

The tiny light spots in the room shrouded Babai Bikuni in it. When she opened her eyes, Babai Bikuni suddenly remembered that it had been several years since she was killed last time.

It's not the first time that Ghost Mai Tsuji has done something like this, but this time he felt a little flustered, which is rare.

—Maybe it was because I heard that name again.Oni Wu Tsuji gave his own explanation subconsciously.

Even though it was late at night, and even just came back for less than an hour or two, Ghost Mai Tsuji still went out.

He couldn't stay in the annex with peace of mind.

In the past, it was more about not wanting to see her irritability and anger for the time being, but this time he seemed to find it difficult to deal with such a scene, and ran away at a loss.

At this time, it is more appropriate to say that Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi ran away from home rather than running away as usual.The eight hundred bhikkhuni saw the hurried footsteps and reached out to touch his neck.

It doesn't really feel like much.

Oni Wu Tsuji did it very quickly, and she was resurrected before she could feel anything.

The smell of blood in the room did not know whether it was hers or it was just brought in by Guiwu Tsuji. The eight hundred bhikkhuni looked at the bloody clothes he had changed, and suddenly wanted to call him back to deal with them.

It would be troublesome if the servant who came to tidy up the room saw it.

When she still had time to think about this kind of question, Onimai Tsuji's thoughts were so chaotic that he himself was terrified.He couldn't tell whether it was the emotion towards the name Ji Guoyuanyi or her that surged in his chest, which made him unable to calm down for a long time.

Perhaps in the next few months, it is unlikely that Oni Wu Tsuji will appear in front of her again.

——*——

Eight hundred bhikkhuni finally disposed of the pile of clothes by herself.

A few days later, it was the agreed time to go to the temple to pick up Inosuke and Tiei, but the driver at home could not accompany him due to personal matters, so the eight hundred bhikkhunis had to take the train to Manshi Bliss Sect by themselves.

The remoteness of the location became a big problem at this time. Eight hundred bhikkhuni looked at the ticket in his hand, and after asking the conductor, he got the answer that the journey would take at least three or four hours.

And after she arrived at the destination station, she still needed to walk for a while.

"Do you have any questions?"

Seeing her still standing on the platform, the conductor asked her.

Hearing this, Babai Bhikkhuni shook his head: "There are no more, thank you very much."

Stopping on the platform was not because he was worried about the long distance, but because he suddenly noticed something. Eight hundred bhikkuni raised his face and looked at the train that was about to start, his eyes swept over every carriage.

On this train, there seems to be something lurking...something other than human.

There are also "ghosts" here.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis naturally wouldn't be afraid of this kind of thing. People who were turned into ghosts by Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi could sometimes get some memories from Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi's cells.Eight hundred bhikkhunis had already discovered it before, and many ghosts knew her identity even though they were seeing her for the first time.

It was done by Oni Mai Tsuji, who also transmitted the existence of the eight hundred bhikkhunis to other ghosts through blood.

Yabaichuni was not sure why Onimai Tsuji did such a thing, but at least this approach saved her a lot of troublesome trifles.

When she was distracted, the train was about to start, and the kind conductor reminded her to get on the train as soon as possible. Babaichuni nodded in thanks, walked into the carriage, and found her seat according to the ticket.

There were not too many people in the train, and there were no obstacles in the aisle. The eight hundred bhikkhuni came all the way without hindrance. After sitting down in her seat, about a minute or two later, the seat opposite her was also dressed as a student. The boy sat down.

Although she thought she was covering it up very well, Bhikkuni Eight Hundred noticed that they glanced at her from time to time, and occasionally they would gently push each other, as if they were implying something.

The eight hundred bhikkuni's eyes fell on the scene flying past outside the window, but his perception spread to all directions.

【very close...】

Before getting into the car, she had only faintly noticed the breath of ghosts, which was gradually approaching their carriage.

And the boys sitting across from her seemed to have finally decided on something. One of the boys with short hair and a handsome face stood up, with a shy smile on his face, and touched his Back of the head: "That... hello."

Hearing such a voice, the eight hundred bhikkhunis suddenly came back to their senses, and turned their faces towards them.

"Hi." She responded with a slight smile.

Probably encouraged by the fact that she replied, the boy put his hands down and stood up straight like a military posture, so that the eight hundred bhikuni was also stunned for a moment.

In her slightly surprised eyes, the boy said to her: "My name is Gao Liu Shichun, and now it is..."

When Takayanagi Tokiharu suddenly introduced himself, Bhikkhuni's attention was completely attracted by other things.