I live longer than the incomparable

When she came back to her senses, she realized that Gao Liu Shichun standing in front of her was lowering her head and blushing.

Babaichuni showed an apologetic smile: "Sorry, I was a little dizzy just now, so I couldn't hear what you said clearly...Can you say it again?"

Hearing that the other boys behind him showed extremely regrettable expressions, and Gao Liu Shichun also raised his face to look at her, apologized to her in a low voice, and sat back in his seat.

It was under the encouragement of his companions that Gao Liu Shichun plucked up the courage to ask her where her destination was.Unexpectedly, he got an answer that the other party couldn't hear clearly.

Even though they are so close and there is no noise interference, but they still use this kind of rhetoric, which is obviously a polite refusal.

Although he was a bit disappointed, it was not an overly sad thing. After a while, Gao Liu Shichun began to whisper with his companions on the premise of comforting them.

But he would still turn his peripheral vision to the girl across from him, watching her leaning slightly on the back of the chair, she had fallen into a light sleep at some point.

Probably the drowsiness is also contagious, because after a while Gao Liu Shichun found that the companions beside him also closed their eyes one after another, and he himself also yawned.

——Anyway, there is still a long way to go, so I need to sleep for a while...it shouldn't matter, right?

What Gao Liu Shichun didn't know was that in other compartments that he couldn't see, these passengers also fell into a deep sleep one after another.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni actually discovered it early in the morning. As early as the moment she was pulled into the dream, she clearly realized that she was dreaming.

This is a dilapidated shrine, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and the eaves and wall tiles are crumbling. She is sitting on the verandah with old and decayed wooden boards. On the low table in front of her are dusty wine glasses and side dishes.

As if to cater to this scene, even the weather was extraordinarily gloomy and gloomy.

When she opened her eyes, she saw such a scene. The eight hundred bhikkuni, who was most conscious, raised her eyes. After scanning the courtyard, she came back to see a person suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the low table.

On the opposite side of the low table, sat... a person who was far away but missed her so much that she was in a trance.

The fair-skinned, pretty-faced young man smiled and raised his wine glass towards her, as if signaling something, Babaichuni froze for a moment, and suddenly found that everything around her was completely new at some point.

Clean and tidy verandah, steaming side dishes, wine glasses and jugs on low tables.

The old cherry tree in the courtyard is full of cherry blossoms on its branches. When the wind blows, it rolls and falls on the verandah with fine and soft petals.

Scattered petals fell on the young man's long black hair, but he didn't care much about it. Instead, he said to her: "Didn't you come here because you said you wanted to drink?"

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni stared at him blankly, her fingers trembled, subconsciously tightened and loosened.

She called out the young man's name: "... Qingming."

Abe Seimei, the great onmyoji who rose to fame in the Heian period, is the deepest dream buried in the heart of the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

She raised the wine glass to drink with him, and heard him tell her recent interesting stories with a chuckle in a familiar voice. Suddenly, it really seemed that time had turned back, and everything was still in the ancient capital of peace.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we sat together admiring flowers like this."

A smile appeared on Qingming's lips, "The last time we met... I just learned Yin Yang Art at that time."

Hearing such words, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni suddenly felt a palpitation.

That was their first encounter.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis went to visit He Mao Zhongxing, a peerless onmyoji who was well-known at the time, where she met Seimei who was still a young boy.

Fast-forward many years, and the eight hundred bhikkhunis still retain the youthful beauty when they first met.

But when Qingming on the opposite side suddenly withdrew her smile and asked her softly why she was so silent today, Bhikkhuni Baba raised her face.

She said calmly, "Stop making trouble, Nightmare."

No matter how real it looks, she only needs one glance to know it's fake.

What's more... She had never met Seimei when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, nor had she drank alone with such a young Seimei.

When the name [Nightmare] came out of her mouth, the scenery in front of her was distorted and shattered in an instant, and those originally beautiful and warm pictures were only horrifying after being distorted.

The person sitting opposite her turned into another person.

The young man who showed his real body in front of her had lake-blue eyes. He had short shoulder-length hair, and the tail of his hair was brightly reddish, while the slightly longer hair tail that fell behind was adorned with dullness. lake blue.

That delicate and handsome face was strangely dotted with block-shaped gradient color patterns, and the numbers in his eyes swayed slightly in front of her eyes as he moved.

"Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni."

There was a little blush on Nightmare's cheeks, like surprise and surprise, he leaned over and looked at her with admiration and bewilderment.

"It's an honor to meet you in this kind of place."

The hair tail of this sleeping ghost swayed slightly in front of her, and his smiling face was handsome and radiant.

He squinted his eyes, his slanted hair slid down his cheeks, Babaichuni frowned subconsciously, but found that there was an obsessive look in his eyes.

"I'm so happy."

Nightmare sighed softly, "It's like a dream."

——Although he is indeed in the dream of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni.

As a sleeping ghost, Nightmare is very aware of how fragile and dangerous human dreams are, and under normal circumstances he would never enter anyone's dreams himself.

If he wanted to enter someone else's dream, he had to make contact with the other party. Nightmare was always cautious, so naturally he would not do such careless things.

So he usually seals the vampire art in a seemingly ordinary rope, and then gives the rope to other humans, asking them to tie the rope around the wrists of himself and the dreamer, so as to enter the other's dream.

Man is a tool, a tool to help him in his tasks and a tool to give him pleasure.

But Lady Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni is not a human being, she is the unique and most beautiful existence in this world.

[How beautiful, the figure of Lord Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni. 】

Nightmare stared at her figure obsessively, with longing blushes on his face, he liked to see other people's pain, he liked to hear the desperate wailing, but what he liked more... was seeing the Eight Hundred Bhikkuni It was only later that the adults realized it suddenly.

He likes her sorrow of being tired of the world, longing for death but unable to die.

It is an endless and boundless loneliness that no one can understand and no one can redeem.

He knelt in front of Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis, raised his face and looked up at her face, her face was calm and indifferent.

Nightmare caressed her chest with one hand, stretched out the other hand, and held her fingertips cautiously and longingly.

Nightmare kissed her knuckles, and carefully placed her fingers on her face, as if she had received some precious gift: "Master Eight Hundred Bikuni..."

He saw her dream at the moment when Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni fell asleep.

It was a dream that was too lonely and hopeless.

Nightmare was excited and joyful, he was indulging in such despair and pain, he was obsessed with the girl who clearly did not shed a single tear in the dream, but was filled with these emotions in her breath.

Because he knew very well that this so-called [dream] was actually a memory buried deep in her heart.

Buried deeply in the heart of the eight hundred bhikkhunis are memories that belong only to the ancient capital of peace.

It is precisely because he can no longer be touched, can no longer be retrieved, and even has no chance to see that person again, so he is especially sad and empty.

Nightmare looked at her obsessively, and greedily felt such loneliness and sadness from her. The girl's seemingly calm face was the most beautiful he had ever seen: "Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni is the most beautiful existence in this world."

This is not the first time that Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni has seen Nightmare. As early as when he had just become a sage, Ghost Wu Tsuji summoned him in Infinite City.

At that time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni was also standing beside Oni Wu Tsuji, with a cold expression and didn't even look at him directly.

She didn't know where her eyes fell, but Nightmare couldn't look away the first time he saw her. He stared at her for a long time, almost unable to hear the voice of Guiwu Tsuji. go in.

Oni Wu Tsuji saw his thoughts at a glance, staring sharply at Nightmare who was kneeling in front of him, and knocked his head off the moment he raised his face.

It's just a mere chord...

The terrifying coercion hit in an instant, and Nightmare suddenly realized that he might die here.

[But it doesn't matter. 】he thinks.

[Even if I die here, I have no regrets. 】

Even at this time, his gaze was still on the Eight Hundred Bhikkuni.

Although he didn't know her name, but...Nightmare's head rolled aside, a blush appeared on his cheeks, he thought——

[Because I have seen the unique and extreme beauty in this world. 】

But at this moment, she suddenly said, "Are you just wanting me to watch this kind of thing?"

The eight hundred bhikkhuni glanced at Nightmare's head and body separation, and he was no stranger to Gui Wu Tsuji's behavior of knocking off other people's heads at every turn.

But deliberately taking her to Infinity City to see her head off, obviously couldn't make Babaichuni half happy.

She retracted her gaze lightly, and set her eyes on Onimui Tsuji's face: "This... boring scene."

Nightmare didn't have time to care about the meaning of her words, he only heard the quiet voice of Babaichuni like a deep spring, the indifference coming from his bones made him close his eyes, chewing and pondering over and over again in his mind .

Hearing this, Onimai Tsuji stared at her blankly for a long while, pinched her jaw and disappeared into the Infinite City.

Nightmare didn't know what happened afterwards, he only knew that it was the owner of Infinite City, and the ghost of the pipa reminded him, and Nightmare finally came back to his senses, standing up staggeringly with his body propped on the ground.

He staggered a few times before picking up his head, and after putting it back around his neck, Nightmare asked Naruto with a voice full of laughter: "What is the name of that lord?"

Onimai Tsuji-sama's name can be known when he is endowed with blood by him, and Naruto can immediately respond to who he is asking.

"That's... Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni."