I live longer than the incomparable

The doors of the mansion in Kyoto were connected by Naruto's blood ghost technique at some point. When the eight hundred monks opened the barrier door, what caught her eyes was not the room she was familiar with, but the overly weird and strange room. An [Infinite City] that is twisted to the point of illusory and created with vampirism.

"Ah! Has His Excellency Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni come too~"

After the long sound of the pipa, an abrupt and lively voice that was incompatible with this oppressive and dark space suddenly sounded from a distance.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni followed the sound and saw that Tong Mo put his hand on Yiwozuo's shoulder, and the smiling and carefree ghost of bliss leaned on Yiwozuo's back, raising his hand to fight her. Say hello.

If people who are not familiar with them see such a scene, they will definitely think that Yiwozuo and Tongmo are extremely good friends.

But in the eyes of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, their figures are completely upside down—the Infinite City is such a strange place, even if they are in the same space, they can have completely different appearances. Center of gravity.

This is a place that is completely out of reality and out of normal human cognition.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni's standing place is exactly the opposite of that of other people, so everything he sees is an upside-down scene.She didn't respond to Tong Mo's greeting, but turned her gaze to Naruko who was sitting in a Japanese room in the distance, her face was covered by long black hair, so that she couldn't see her facial features at all.

As if Fu Ling's heart came to him, Naruto plucked the pipa, and the clanging sound lingered throughout the Infinite City, and the position of the eight hundred bhikkhunis also changed in an instant.

——She stood on the same platform where Tong Mo and Yi Wo Zuo were.

The sound of a large amount of liquid splashing on the ground was not unfamiliar to Babaichuni.The scarlet color snaked along the wooden floor, like a slender red snake crawling to her feet.

Yiwozuo was still holding his left hand, while Tongmo, who was lying on his back, looking very familiar with him, protruding his head from his left shoulder, had only half of his head left.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni who stood behind Tong Mo raised his eyebrows, his expression moved slightly.

"Hahahahahahahaha, Your Excellency Yiwozuo really hasn't changed at all."

It was clear that only the lower half of the head was left, but Tong Mo's mouth still couldn't close. The superior recovery ability belonging to the ghost of the upper string made his head return to its original shape at an extremely fast speed. The blue veins also disappeared completely after the head was completely repaired.

He didn't even change the smile on his face, he was still the handsome and calm master of the Eternal Bliss Cult.

"However, Your Excellency Yiwozuo, doing this kind of thing in front of Lord Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni really damages my image in the eyes of adults~"

After muttering a few words, Tong Mo let go of the arm on Yiwozuo's shoulder, turned around and walked towards Babaichuni, and stopped beside her.

He obviously didn't get in touch with the eight hundred bhikkhuni, but taking advantage of his taller figure than her, when he leaned down slightly to talk to her, his voice removed a bit of the frivolity of facing Yiwozuo, and he was infected with it. Some kind of thoughtfulness or tenderness.

"Why didn't Mr. Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni come with Mr. Wu Mi today? Or is Mr. Wu Mi having other important matters and no time to be by your side?"

Only Tong Mo would say such disrespectful words to Oni Wu Tsuji.

Before the [-]-year-old bhikkhuni could respond to this, someone answered for her.I don't know when I was already sitting in the high room, and one of the upper strings was blocked by the hanging curtain, and his voice was clearly heard by everyone.

"You've exceeded the norm, Tong Mo."

One of the winding ones, dressed in dark purple feathers and decorated with black patterns, silently landed on the floor of the same platform as them, making his six hideous eyes all look in the same direction at this moment.

"Unauthorized guessing...the whereabouts of Mr. Wu Mi," Hei Simou's voice sounded in front of them: "It's not what you... should do."

Hearing that Tong Mo's smile didn't diminish by half, he repeatedly said yes, reflecting too naturally.

"Your Excellency Hei Si Mou is right. I was too inconsiderate. It is really wrong to offend Mr. Wu Mi. When Mr. Wu Mi arrives, I will take the initiative to plead guilty..."

Seeing that he had a tendency to talk endlessly, the rest of the people didn't pay attention until Hei Si Mou keenly sensed the instability in the air, and suddenly interrupted him: "Master Gui Wu Tsuji... is here."

I don't know if Naruko did it on purpose, or it was just a coincidence, but the Oni Wu Tsuji who appeared in the Infinite City, just like the eight hundred bhikkhuni's arrival, stood in a completely inverted position from the others.

But Oni Wu Tsuji had no intention of facing anyone squarely. Not only that, but the other sages also found that—although the aura had not changed at all, the Oni Wu Tsuji-sama who appeared in front of them looked like a child. appearance.

He was sitting on a western-style armchair, holding a book in his hand. The pages of the book looked like they had been opened, but no one could know how much he had read.

At the moment Hei Si Mou's voice fell, all the upper strings half-kneeled on the ground, lowering their heads to prove their respect to him.

Only the eight hundred bhikkhunis were still standing, but they just set their eyes on the body of Kiwu Tsuji.

Oni Wu Tsuji closed the book in his hand without misfortune, and there was a muffled sound when the pages collided together. The primordial ghost whose face was immature but did not affect his power in the slightest raised his eyes, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the body of the eight hundred bhikkhuni.

He just looked at the eight hundred bhikkuni who seemed to be standing upside down in his sight, but the center of gravity was completely opposite, and said calmly: "There is a vacancy in the first quarter moon."

As soon as this sentence comes out, in fact, it only needs to look at the companions around to know where the "vacancy" in Onimai Tsuji's population comes from.

The land of the string, the prostitute Taro and the fallen princess, only they did not appear in the infinite city.

"I had expected it a long time ago," Onimai Tsujimu said dismally: "The hooker Taro might fail."

"The first to die will always be the ghosts left over from the human part, whether it is the ghosts that are winding up or the ghosts that are winding down, this is the case." Guiwu Tsuji got up from the seat, still holding the ghost in his hand. That book: "Whether it's the task I ordered, or the news of the blue Bana flower, the answer back to me will always be nothing but failure."

Although the voice of Oni Wu Tsuji is still very calm at this time, in fact any ghost who winds up can understand that everything is just a short period of peace before the storm is about to come.

No one knows when Lord Onimai Tsuji will be furious, especially the half-day dog ​​who is the leader of the string, he is almost shaking like a sieve-he has always been like this, so timid that he is always trying to reduce his strength presence.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis did not respond to his reprimand, and the other windings also remained silent, with one exception.

"That's really sorry, Mr. Onimai Tsuji~" Tong Mo seemed to be completely unable to understand the atmosphere at this time, with a smile on his face: "This subordinate has no idea that it has caused you so much trouble, after all Both Futaro and Luo Ji were introduced by your subordinates, and just before you came, Your Excellency Hei Si Mou warned his subordinates not to speculate on your whereabouts."

Guiwu Tsuji's eyes darkened suddenly, he listened to Tong Mo's meaningless long talk with a blank face, and after he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and said, "What did you do again?"

Hearing that Tong Mo spread his hands, he looked very innocent: "This subordinate just said a few more words to Lord Eight Hundred Bhikuni, but if you get angry because of this, you can punish this subordinate, how about this?" Bar……"

Talking about [punishment], Tong Mo not only did not show any sign of fear, on the contrary, he looked eager to try. He put his fingers in the corners of his eyes, pretending to stick them into the eye sockets: "Gouging out the eyeballs to make an apology to you!" how about~"

Although that look changed extremely quickly, and only stayed on his face for a moment, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi still showed a little disgust.

He didn't put his eyes on Tong Mo at all, and said lightly: "What's the use of your eyeballs."

It was never Tong Mo's eyeballs that Ghost Wu Tsuji wanted. If Tong Mo really made a mistake that made him feel unbearable, it would be more likely to directly kill him.

That kind of trivial matter like a joke, and a ghost like Taro the prostitute who was transformed into a ghost by Tongmo but has no other connection with him, are not enough to make Guimai Tsuji directly kill Tongmo.

But this does not mean that Tong Mo can really maintain its integrity from beginning to end.

The book that Gui Wu Tsuji had been holding in his hand was suddenly thrown out by him, and most of Tong Mo's head fell with great precision.The book cover and inside pages were stained with blood, and the strong smell of blood immediately spread from his body.

His head was smashed twice by different people, but Tong Mo still acted as if nothing had happened, with his head growing, he could keep nagging to comfort others.

"Ah... Master Wu Mi taught you well, I believe that everyone will also firmly remember the teachings of Master Wu Mi..."

Guiwu Tsuji frowned deeply, and after glaring at him, Tong Mo finally closed his mouth knowingly.

Tong Mo has never been afraid of Oni Wu Tsuji, this is because he has never had something called [feeling] that everyone else has, but this does not mean that other Kamizuru can face Oni Wu Tsuji as calmly as he does. awful.

Especially Shangxianzhisi and Shangxianzhiwu, one is too timid, and the other is too respectful of Ghost Dance Tsuji.

In order to perform in front of Oni Wu Tsuji, to prove that he is different from those ghosts who always [failure] in his mouth, those ghosts who make Oni Wu Tsuji start to doubt whether the existence of Shangxian is necessary. Wu's jade pot began to defend itself.

——He has already learned about the swordsmiths of the Demon Slayer Squad and where their village is.

But Guiwu Tsuji Wucan doesn't want to hear any unconfirmed news now, all he wants is affirmation.

As Oni Wu Tsuji always said, "I never like [changes]. No matter what the changes are, it means inaccuracy and also means [weakening]."

But the eight hundred bhikkuni who heard this kind of words felt a little ironic.

Guiwu Tsuji is always like this, what he says contradicts himself with what he does—he has always been a collection of contradictions in the past so many years.

On the one hand, he often kills eight hundred bhikkhunis easily like ordinary ghosts, but on the other hand, when facing dangers other than him, he will use his own power to even protect eight hundred bhikkhunis. Bikuni.

Just as he said just now that he hates [Change], but in fact, the changes in Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi are far better than any of his ghosts.

He hides himself among human beings, puts on the trendy clothes from the West, lives in a Western-style annex, runs a trading company in the human society, and is in the hands of himself and the eight hundred bhikkhunis. Putting on the pair of rings on his face—everything he did was a huge change.

But he has been denying all of this, just like he is denying... the [Heaven's Punishment] he once received.

That can actually be regarded as Gui Wu Tsuji's [Destiny], he almost died completely in the hands of Ji Guo Yuan Yi, and Ji Guo Yuan Yi, in a sense, can actually be regarded as As a [punishment] sent down by heaven for Onimai Tsujimu.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi, who escaped from such a shadow, denied all that all the time.

[Ghost Dance Tsuji Wuyou has always been a coward. 】

【He is always denying the facts, unable to accept many facts, and also unable to accept the fate that befell him. 】

It's like he has always been unwilling to accept this incomplete immortal body full of shortcomings, and longs for the perfect eternity like the eight hundred bhikkuni.

"Eight hundred bhikkhunis."

When the eight hundred bhikkhuni stood there quietly, not making any comments or reactions to his words, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou suddenly called her name.

He raised his chin slightly, and his immature face and round eyes clearly caught her eyes. He asked her, "What did you see?"

No matter what the eight hundred bhikkhuni answered at this time, they could actually give a reasonable explanation.

——No matter what he saw from him, or what he saw from the information Yuhu and the others said.

She watched Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou silently, but gave an answer that made Guiwu Tsuji's face change drastically.

She said, "I saw Yuanyi."

——*——

For a long time, Ji Guo Yuan and Ji Guo Yan Sheng have been a disgusting nightmare.

Hei Si Mou, who has been one of Guiwu Tsuji's most miserably wounded for hundreds of years, never wants to recall the nightmares of being a human being - when he was still Ji Guo Yan Sheng, from his twin brother, Ji Guo Yuan The aura emanating from his body would always make him uncontrollably nauseated.

As the eldest son of Jiguo, Yan Sheng of Jiguo received the best education from his father, the patriarch of Jiguo.No matter in terms of knowledge or swordsmanship, the standards obtained by Ji Guo Yan Sheng are always judged by the standards of Ji Guo's next successor.

He has been very talented since he was a child, whether it is reading or swordsmanship, he will always get the best compliments from his masters - and if there are no accidents, he should have grown up with such praises, Until he took over the successor country and became an existence like his father.

Even for Yu Jiguo Yansheng, this kind of life...maybe a little too ordinary.

When he was young, he also occasionally thought about what the outside world was like.In the era he was born in, it was also an overly turbulent era, with warriors fighting everywhere, refugees and deserters mixed together, and even often gathered into bandits that made ordinary villagers suffer a lot.

But these things were too far away for Jiguo Yansheng at that time—although his father was a warrior and their family inherited the status of a warrior family, Jiguo Yansheng was faced with a lot of problems when he was young. The most powerful people in my life are nothing but my master and father.

He knew how powerful they were, and he believed that he could become as powerful as them.

His mother has always been a devout believer, she often pays homage to the gods, and even took in a displaced maiden at home because of this—Jiguo Yansheng always felt that the reason why his mother took her in was probably because of her name.

That priestess has the same name as the legendary Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni who ate mermaid flesh and lived forever.

Ji Guo Yan Sheng rarely saw his mother when he was a child, because his mother stayed in the small shrine built by his father for her all the year round, worshiping those unknown [gods] every day, praying all day long that everyone would be happy. suffer again.

Ji Guoyan Sheng couldn't understand her prayer. He didn't believe in the existence of gods, and he didn't believe that his wishes could be fulfilled just by visiting and praying.

In Ji Guo Yan Sheng's view, only the goals achieved by relying on one's own efforts are the things that can be truly held in the hands.

He would sometimes meet that Miko-sama at home, and when he passed by her, her feathers brushed past him, leaving a slender and elegant arc like a crane's wing in the air.

From her demeanor, Ji Guoyan Sheng can be sure that she may also be a woman from a noble family who was displaced by the war, not a vulgar villager in the mountains.

Ji Guoyan Sheng seldom talked to her, or it was because she didn't seem to want to talk to anyone - that Miko-sama always had a deadpan expression on her face, and her eyes were so calm that there were no waves.

But in fact, she only seldom speaks on her own initiative. Later, when Ji Guoyan Sheng grew up, he saw her more and more times and talked to her more and more times, he discovered this.

Miko-sama... is actually a very gentle person.

At the invitation of Jiguo Yansheng, she would sit on the porch and watch him practice swordsmanship for the whole morning and afternoon, and she would quietly accompany him when he was scolded by his father, but his mother was too unwell to listen to him. his side.

"Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, why do you want to stay in the successor country?"

When Ji Guoyan Sheng asked her this question suddenly, Ji Guo Yan Sheng heard an extremely strange name from her mouth for the first time.

She said, "Because... I saw Yuanyi."

——*——

After hearing the name [Yuanyi], it wasn't just Kiwu Tsuji who changed his face drastically.

The memories of the past and the voices of the present overlapped in a strange way, causing Heishimu to clenched his teeth unconsciously, and put his hand on the handle of the knife on his waist——on the sun wheel On the handle of the knife, there are dense growths, which is enough to make people feel uncomfortable at first glance, and opened their eyes.

Hei Si Mou, who had already given up the name of [Jiguo Yan Sheng] long ago, when he heard the familiar name of [Yuan Yi], his reaction was no less than that of Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi.

But the era of the birth and death of Ji Guoyuan was the Warring States period, and among all the present, only Hei Simou experienced that era.

Because of this, other Shangxian who heard this name didn't have much reaction, because they didn't know what the name meant at all.

Even if they reacted, it wasn't because of the name that the eight hundred bhikkhuni said, but because of Lord Onimai Tsuji, who had already terrified them. After hearing the name, his complexion was instantly clouded.

Ban Tiangou was keenly aware of the weird atmosphere in the air, the aura emanating from Kamizuruichi and Kimai Tsuji-sama was enough to make him press his head deeply on the ground, even wanting to stuff himself into it. Under the ground, let yourself completely escape from such a dangerous atmosphere.

But the eight hundred bhikkhuni who said the name and triggered this atmosphere, still looked directly into the eyes of Onimai Tsuji.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan's voice was deep and low, but the anger that was on the verge of explosion was suppressed in the voice.

"I know," Bhikkhuni Babai shifted her gaze slightly and landed on the tense body of Hei Simou. She lowered her eyelids and did not comment on their reactions. She just said, "In the village of swordsmiths, there is a fate the next thing."

Hearing this, Onimai Tsujimi narrowed his pupils violently, his red plum-colored pupils seemed to ooze blood, and black-red cracks spread in his pupils: "What is it?"

Although he didn't make any sound, Hei Si Mou put all his thoughts on her words, almost holding his breath, waiting for something to come out of her mouth.

"In that village, there used to be a magician who was good at mechanics. He made a humanoid puppet based on Yuanyi. In that puppet..." Eight hundred monks paused, and then turned their eyes back to the big-opened puppet. On the squinting-eyed Ghost Mai Tsuji: "There is Enichi's Hikari Knife hidden."

After her voice stopped, a deathly silence spread in Infinite City, and everyone kept the same silence—even if those people didn't know who Yuanyi was at all.

Oni Wu Tsuji's face was almost distorted, and the words he squeezed out seemed to smell like blood. He said, "Take it!"

"I don't care what method you use," Onimai Tsuji's face was more terrifying than what they had seen at any time in hundreds of years, he said word by word: "Take that Bring me the knife!"

At this time, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi was not thinking about what Yuhu said [it seems to be the address of the swordsmith's village], what he cared about was what the eight hundred monks saw.

After Yuhu and Bantiangou, who received orders from him, withdrew, Yiwozuo also left Infinite City without leaving a single look in Tong Mo's persuasion.

"Eh? Everyone is so indifferent—" Fortunately, Tong Mo saw that there were still several people staying in Infinite City, and was about to talk to them, but in the next second, he heard Gui Wu Tsuji's voice.

The child-like Primordial Ghost gave him a look full of blood, and his tone was scary enough: "Get lost!"

As soon as his voice came out of his mouth, Mingnu's pipa rang, and before Tong Mo could react, he had already been sent back to his temple.

Sitting on the soft cushion on the altar, Tong Mo crossed his legs and supported his cheek with one hand, recalling the look on the face of the eight hundred monks when he said the name [Yuanyi].

"Yuanyi..." Tong Mo murmured in a low voice, and then remembered that he had been yelled out by Lord Oniwu Tsuji, while the other winding ghost was still there, so he began to think: "Your Excellency Black Death Mou seems to be I also know that [Yuanyi]..."

Tong Mo clearly realized that the three of them knew who [Yuanyi] was, but he hadn't been able to get into their topic at all, and he didn't even understand why their state was so strange at that time.

Thinking of this kind of thing, he wanted to know more about what happened.

"Ah..." Tong Mo said to himself, "The next time I see Babai again, I'll ask her."

——*——

Everyone who had nothing to do with Jiguo Yuanyi left, even the owner of Infinite City, Naruto, who had been acting as a tool person, also quietly left their sight after realizing her status. Where to hide.

But before Naruto left, she moved Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi to the front of Yabai Kuni and Hei Si Mou, so that the three of them could stand face to face, and it was more conducive to mutual communication.

The last time Babaichuni mentioned the name [Jiguo Yuanyi] in front of Oni Wu Tsuji, she was killed on the spot once, but it may be because of the precedent that Oni Wu Tsuji heard again. When it was time, he didn't knock off her head directly.

Guiwu Tsuji stood in front of her with a dangerously hoarse voice: "Who allowed you to say that name in front of those strings?"

The eight hundred bhikkhuni suddenly realized that perhaps the truth of the matter was only because there were other Kamizuru watching this time, so Gui Wu Tsuji was unwilling to expose/reveal the existence of someone who made him lose control as soon as he heard the name.

Hearing this, she narrowed her eyes, her eyes fell on the floor where the blood spattered by Tong Mo still remained, and said softly: "I'm just telling what I saw."

But such an answer was obviously not what Onimai Tsuji wanted to hear.

She knows more clearly than anyone else what the name [Jiguoyuanyi] means, and she also knows better than anyone else that in the eyes of Hei Simou, who is Jiguo Yansheng, [Jiguoyuanyi] What exactly does it represent.

Neither Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi nor Hei Si Mou could remain calm after hearing this name.

It was their common nightmare, but with completely different meanings.

The disaster that Ji Guoyuanyi brought to Guiwu Tsuji is the physical pain, and the fear deeply engraved in the cells.But what Hei Simou brought was more of the torment in his heart that he could never let go of.

No matter who they are, they all have their own thoughts on the knife of Ji Guo Yuan Yi.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi didn't want to see it, and Hei Si Mou...he wanted it.

But Onimai Tsuji's anger is not something that will be able to recede for a while, and it is absolutely impossible for him to easily forgive the eight hundred bhikkhuni's behavior of poking his pain points in public.

"In the past 1000 years, I have never reprimanded you because you didn't see anything about the blue Higan flower..." Unknowingly, Guiwu Tsuji's voice has calmed down a lot, but it can still be heard Express the personal emotions of the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

"Eight Hundred Bikuni." Oni Wu Tsuji squinted his eyes, clearly looking like a child, but his eyes were as deep as scarlet animal pupils, like some kind of dangerous beast that had been trampled on its weak spot. Looking for a suitable place for the enemy's mouth.

He suddenly asked her: "Have you really never seen the blue Bana flower?"

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi suddenly began to have doubts. Such doubts only need a little bit, and after popping up in the bottom of his heart, it becomes a spark enough to ignite the entire area.

More and more doubts gradually spread in his heart, and even the eyes he looked at Babaichuni became full of inquiry.

"And when did you see what you said you saw today?"

After one question, all kinds of questions related to it swarmed out at the same time. Under Guiwu Tsuji Wuzan's question after question, Hei Si Mou had no chance to find a suitable question at all.

He is not a talkative character at all, and he doesn't know how to intervene in the gap between Oni Wu Tsuji, so he has to stand aside as a background board, watching Oni Wu Tsuji ask one question after another, while the eight hundred monks The silence of time.

The reason why Babaichuni didn't speak was completely different from that of Hei Si Mou, she was just waiting for Gui Wu Tsuji to finish venting/venting.With Oni Wu Tsuji's character, if the eight hundred bhikkhunis really asked and answered at this time, it would make Oni Wu Tsuji's mood develop in a more violent direction.

Keeping an appropriate silence and answering the appropriate questions is the most correct choice.

After Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi finally stopped, Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said: "Our goal has always been the same."

Her gaze crossed Tsuji's shoulders, landed in the air behind him, and stopped at a certain point—not because there was anything there, she just didn't want to look into Tsuji's eyes.

"I want the blue Bianhua, to let myself end all this long time, and you also want the cyan Bianhua, to have everything I have now."

This is the first time that the eight hundred bhikkhunis have pointed out so bluntly that although they are all pursuing the same [Blue Bana Flower], the goals they want to achieve with it are completely different.

One wants to die, the other wants to live.

Oni Wu Tsuji, who had been explained so bluntly, suddenly calmed down, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, without any flame remaining.

"..." After his eyes had calmed down a lot, Gui Wu Tsuji's appearance somehow made people feel a little...feeling that he was in a state of despair.

The closest person to what he said "unchanged" is the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni from the beginning to the end.

Onimai Tsuji hates change, no matter what kind of change it is, in fact it is not changing in a good direction, but a complete [deterioration].

The changes in human beings are most obvious in the state of human beings—taking growing up as an example, Onimai Tsuji Misai watched his former [child] Inosuke grow from a babbling toddler to a teenager, I also heard with my own ears the news that he had died from the mouth of the police station.

Human beings are such fragile existences, and just a slight change in circumstances is enough to cause them to perish completely.This is why Oni Wu Tsuji looked down on human beings—he looked down on such fragile things that would disappear with just a little change.

What's more...Wu Mi, who used to be a human, was once judged by doctors because of changes in her physical condition that she would never live to be 20 years old.

He hated such changes, and everything that was fragile.

But those fragile things, things that displeased him, were all assembled in the human body, so that Guiwu Tsuji didn't even want to set his eyes on them.

However, by his side, there is still [true unchanging].

The girl named Eight Hundred Bhikkuni maintained this young and beautiful appearance forever after eating mermaid meat.

If it's just the appearance, only the change in the body/body, it's not enough to make Oni Wu Tsuji pay so much attention to her, and it's not enough to make Oni Wu Tsuji's gaze stay on her for so long time.

She herself is [Unchanged].

The appearance, demeanor, every move, and even the thoughts in his heart seemed to have completely stopped—even if he didn't admit it, there was no doubt that this was the state that Kimai Tsuji looked forward to the most.

He stared at the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis for a longer and more focused way than anyone else.

Oni Mai Tsuji Mumi was always looking at her, seeing her calm expression from the first time she met, when he was still a human being, Yabaichuni.

He also saw that when he turned into a ghost, he thought he appeared in front of her in high spirits, thinking that he could surprise her or terrify her, but the eight hundred bhikkuni still had that quiet and plain appearance, and he would never Variety.

Even after many years, when Guiwu Tsuji Wumi had turned into a mass of shredded meat and appeared in front of her in an overly embarrassing posture, she was still the same as ever before, without any change.

Oni Wu Tsuji can't do "unchanged", he hates change, but he himself is constantly changing, but the person beside him... is truly unchanged.

This is the reason why Oni Wu Tsuji yearned for the same. From the first time he saw her, Oni Wu Tsuji was yearning for this eternal existence named [Eight Hundred Bhikkuni].

But this kind of longing will never be known by Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis, and will never be uttered by Guiwu Tsuji.

He will only keep his longing and admiration for her and everything about her in the deepest part of his heart forever, every time he sees her or cannot see her, intentionally or unintentionally From the bottom of my heart——

Caress greedily and carefully.