I live longer than the incomparable

The eight hundred bhikkhuni hugged her for a long time, at least that's what Gui Wu Tsuji thought.

So when she realized that after such a long time, she still had no thoughts of letting go of her tiredness, Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan stepped forward to break their harmonious coexistence.

He stood beside the eight-hundred-year-old monk, and when he walked, his heels made a heavy sound on the wooden porch, which made the atmosphere that had been slightly improved in the relaxed direction suddenly heavy.

And his appearance also made Eight Hundred Bhikuni let go of his tired hands.

It wasn't because he was intimidated by it or to avoid his displeasure, it was just a very ordinary subconscious action, but it made Guiwu Tsuji's face slightly pale.

"Tired," his eyes fell on tired body, his voice was cold: "You should go back and rest."

After moving to a new home, because Inosuke has no worries, he no longer needs to hide anything.So he slept all the time during the day when he was tired, and Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi knew this very well, but when he did this kind of behavior of opening his eyes and talking nonsense, his face didn't even change in any way.

Tired raised his face and looked at him, then at Babaichuni. After a short silence, he did not refute, and obediently returned to his room.

On the verandah were only the sitting Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni and the standing Onimai Tsuji Mumi, and the latter had no intention of sitting down at all, and looked down at her condescendingly.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni did not look up to him, so she simply continued to focus on the cherry tree in the courtyard—the cherry blossoms falling under the moonlight had a completely different feeling from the daytime.

However, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi obviously has no intention of admiring the flowers, and he only came out because she was displeased with her behavior of holding her tired, and any scene that displeased him should disappear.

Anyone who displeased him should also disappear.

"It's time for you to go back and rest." Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan said.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni finally raised his face to look at him, but the words he said contradicted his opinion: "I'm not sleepy yet."

The pale moonlight fell on her face, and her beautiful face seemed to be coated with a thin layer of hazy broken light under the moonlight.

And creatures that live in darkness all year round will always yearn for some rare things.

"It's time for you to go to bed." Guiwu Tsuji Wumi said as if he didn't hear her explanation, still looking at her.

Babaichuni met his gaze, looked at the fine lines that seemed to be cracked in the pair of red plum-colored eyes, she was silent for a few seconds.

"I see."

As she said this, she got up from the verandah, and was about to go back to her room, but she heard Gui Wu Tsuji's voice next to her: "Wait for me in the room, I have something to tell you."

What would Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi tell her, Yabaichuni had no idea at all.

But since he told her to wait, the eight hundred bhikkuni did not lie down immediately, but looked at the candlestick, and when he was distracted, he suddenly began to think about whether to discuss with Kimai Tsuji to change the lighting facilities here too. into lamps.

Just when she was thinking wildly, Ghost Mai Tsuji Wuyou, who had changed her clothes, pushed open the barrier door.

He sat down beside the eight hundred bhikkhunis, and the question came out of nowhere: "I heard that you haven't been out for a long time, do you feel that there is no place to walk around?"

The beginning, which seemed to be chatting, caused the expression of Babaichuni to change slightly, and he shifted his gaze to him with a little surprise.

"It's just that I don't want to go out." She said lightly.

"It's been a long time since you bought new clothes." Ghost Mai Tsuji said.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni said: "It's only a few months, not to mention, there are already enough clothes."

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi's behavior as if he was deliberately looking for a topic made Babaichuni think about what he was thinking in his heart.

This kind of conversation is meaningless, but it is so meaningless...almost sweet.

And the word warm is obviously not suitable for anything related to Guiwu Tsuji, let alone their relationship.

There is no so-called warmth at all between Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi and Eight Hundred Bikuni.

Kyoto is actually not remote. Although it is not as lively as Tokyo, it is prosperous enough to bring a lot of fun.Even the servants in the mansion would occasionally go out for a walk during their free time between shifts.

But the eight hundred bhikkhunis seem to be rejecting everything from the outside world, and only shut themselves in the mansion.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi got close to her side face, the way his eyelids drooped slightly made him almost soft, his voice was low when he spoke, the volume could only be heard by the [-] nuns who were close at hand.

He said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow after the sun goes down, and we'll go out together."

His original intention was clearly to take her out for a stroll, so that the eight hundred bhikkhuni who had locked herself in the mansion could go out for a breath of air, but when he said it from the mouth of Kimai Tsuji, the tone seemed to be a command from above. Average.

Fortunately, the eight hundred bhikkhuni had already gotten used to his demeanor.

She nodded and replied almost obediently: "Okay."

The most difficult thing for Guiwu Tsuji Wumi to deal with is her state. No matter what he says, she agrees, no matter what he asks, she nods, and she is not obedient like a Babaichuni at all.

But he will take her thoughts into consideration and carefully figure out her thoughts. These practices are not at all like Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou would have.

At night, the eight hundred bhikkhuni probably fell asleep, but Guiwu Tsuji was awake all the time. The person lying in his arms was breathing steadily, and the heartbeat from her chest was steady and powerful.

Oni Wu Tsuji has no heartbeat, this is not because he has no heart, on the contrary, Oni Wu Tsuji has seven hearts, which are distributed all over the body and are always moving to avoid putting himself in danger.

But no matter in terms of appearance, structure, or daily performance, Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis are no different from ordinary people.

Only at the moment of her [death], will she exude an astonishing brilliance, revealing an almost horrifying strangeness.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni has never met a real death, and all the endings that befall her are just fragile phantoms, fleeting, fine snow that will melt in an instant.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou originally thought that all he longed for was the eternity she had, but now he suddenly realized something else. Compared with what she had, now Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou seemed to care more ...It's her who is right.

He put his forehead against hers, and looked at the sleeping face of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni close at hand, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi didn't know what he was thinking at this time.

Onimai Tsuji Mumi may have some regrets, leaving Inosuke alone in Asakusa, but such regrets are so rare that they can hardly be mentioned.

He was more puzzled.

【What is the eight hundred bhikkhuni thinking? 】

It was never the departure of Inosuke that made Onimui Tsuji really care about, but the change in the attitude of the eight hundred monks.

After all, in his opinion - grieving for this matter for such a long time is enough.

In Guiwu Tsuji's view, she only needs to show a sad expression when she hears the news, and after a while, she can continue her ordinary life as if nothing happened.

Yabaichuni should understand this better than anyone else, as she said at the time [humans are all mortal].

At this time, when I think of Oni Wu Tsuji, I just feel that she has been pretending for too long.

Just as Bhikkhuni Yabai felt that the gentle appearance that Kiwu Tsuji treated her in front of others was just hypocrisy, so Kiwu Tsuji also felt that the appearance that Bhikkhuni Yabaichun put on now was just a hypocrisy.

Meaningless.

His fingers involuntarily touched the neck of the Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, but he was awakened by the sudden heartbeat under his hand.Onimai Tsuji withdrew his hand violently, and sat up suddenly.

This time he couldn't sleep at all, Guiwu Tsuji Muchan lowered his head, he glanced at the eight hundred bhikkhuni who was lying beside him and still had his eyes closed, his inexplicable emotion made him unable to stay in this room any longer .

Oni Wu Tsuji put on his coat, stood up and opened the barrier.

——*——

When the eight hundred monks opened their eyes, they happened to see the last corner of Gui Wu Tsuji's clothes.

The moment Guiwu Tsuji put his fingers on her neck and slowly closed them, her consciousness couldn't have been clearer.

Although Guiwu Tsuji Wucan is indeed cloudy and sunny on weekdays, but strangling her to death in the middle of the night, at least it has never happened before.

In the past, no matter how angry he was, he would only vent his anger on the spot of the quarrel, and lose his temper all at once-no matter who is right or wrong in this matter.

It is obviously not in line with Oniwu Tsuji Wucan's usual habit of getting along with eight hundred bhikkhunis.

But...it's not entirely impossible.

Because he was unhappy, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and in the middle of the night, he was so angry that he strangled her to death—it was indeed in line with the style of Oni Wu Tsuji.

On the contrary, it was this hesitation, as if he had something on his mind, that was even more puzzling.

Eight hundred bhikkuni was silent for a moment, then lifted the quilt and got up to go out.

The blue moonlight fell on the veranda, and there was no sound at all when walking with only the foot bag on. Eight hundred bhikkhunis walked along the veranda aimlessly, but suddenly saw a small figure when turning the corner.

The figure was sitting with his back to her. Judging from his figure, there was only one child of this age in the whole mansion.

--tired.

But what appeared in her sight now was not tiredness.

This child has short shoulder-length black hair and a thin body. He is wearing a white shirt and black overalls shorts. The familiar appearance makes the eight hundred Bhikkhunis almost stagnate.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni exhaled and inhaled deeply, closed his eyes tightly and opened them again——the figure still existed in his sight.

Not an illusion.

She finally opened her mouth and called out the child's name softly.

"Inosuke?"

The child who heard the voice also reacted, he turned his head slowly, and the familiar and delicate face as beautiful as a little girl fell into the eyes of the eight hundred bhikkuni.

But the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the child in front of him has a pair of red plum-colored eyes.

"Ghost dance Tsuji is not miserable."

Yabaichuni exposed his real identity without any concealment, looked at his face that was mimicked as Inosuke, and the appearance of this child: "What are you doing?"

Hearing the words [Inosuke] laughed, but this smile really had a hint of Inosuke, and even the voice was almost exactly the same: "I thought you were asleep."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni looked away: "Don't do this."