I live longer than the incomparable

After that, Ji Guo Yan Sheng would go to her every night after dark.

His Excellency Eight Hundred Bhikuni mastered more exquisite swordsmanship than his father's subordinates, and he also understood Yan Sheng's thoughts better than them.

Perhaps for the eight hundred monks, Yan Sheng's hard work in the past few years is indeed short-lived, but for Ji Guo Yan Sheng, he has learned far more than in the past.

He didn't think that there would be few people in the world who could surpass her. After realizing this, Ji Guoyan Sheng really realized how unrealistic his original ideal was.

Wanting to become the number one swordsman in this country, such an ideal is like nothingness.

In fact, Ji Guoyan Sheng also had times when he wanted to slack off, but those thoughts would always be easily seen through by Bhikkhuni Babai.She prepared refreshments for him every day, and after the extra practice, the two of them sat on the porch and watched the moon together.

Of course, there are occasional flowers too.

In the yard where the [-]-year-old Bikkuni lived, there is a cherry tree with a history of hundreds of years.The cherry tree grew very strong, and although it had been so long, it was still able to bloom brilliant and beautiful flowers.

Ji Guoyan Sheng was sitting beside her eating Sasa cakes. He ate very elegantly, biting bit by bit, completely different from Yuan Yi's rough way of eating with a big mouthful.

When sitting with Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, Ji Guoyan Sheng never felt that quietness was a bad thing, the aura emanating from her was always calm and gentle, no matter what the situation was, it could make people feel calm. People feel at ease.

After practicing swordsmanship and eating Sasa cakes, Yan Sheng yawned after not sitting for a long time, the little child stretched his waist, and when sleepiness struck, his body unconsciously leaned against the side of the eight hundred bhikkhuni .

In a daze of consciousness, he seemed to ask Babai Bikuni a question: "Does Babai Bikuni like night?"

When Ji Guoyan was sleepy, he suddenly remembered that she would sit on the porch every day. This priestess seemed to prefer the night, whether it was a moonless night or a moonless night, she had to look at the dark sky.

Master Babai Khuni may or may not have answered, and Ji Guoyan Sheng didn't know when he closed his eyes. When he woke up, he found himself leaning against her arms.

The miko seemed to have not closed her eyes all night, because when Yan Sheng opened his eyes, he saw her face.Yan Sheng was slightly stunned when her haori quilt covered him.

"The sun is up."

Her voice sounded from above.

Yan Sheng subconsciously turned his head to the side, and he saw the dawn crowding out the dark night, and the richness of Xiahong soaked their vision.

Ji Guoyan Sheng suddenly felt that the question he asked last night had already been answered.

[It's not because I like the night, but because I like the moment when the night ends and the sun rises. 】

——*——

For a long time, Ji Guo Yan Sheng felt that Ji Guo Yuan Yi was like the sun in the sky.Even if he didn't deliberately do anything at all, the light that belongs to him is enough to eclipse everything around him.

With this kind of thinking, Yan Sheng got a definite answer from the notes left by his mother during the day after Yuan said goodbye to him.

It was only then that Ji Guoyan Sheng knew that Yuan Yi had been sticking to his mother not because he relied on her, but because the [transparent world] in his eyes told him that his mother's left side of his body had long been due to Impaired mobility due to illness.

Yuan Yi saw his mother's troubles very early on, and even anticipated her mother's deathbed - but for Yan Sheng, this was the first time he knew all of this.

The gap between ordinary people and geniuses is so obvious.No matter how hard he tried, Yan Sheng could not reach such a state.

The flame called jealousy burned his reason, and Yan Sheng's feelings for Yuanyi were only jealous.

He even forgot himself that in the past, he would be proud that his younger brother was not a silly kid in the eyes of others just because his younger brother had a little reaction and smiled at the gift he gave him.

[Why did you think of such a thing? 】

After hundreds of years, he actually remembered that he was once proud of Yuanyi in the battle with his descendants.Such pride comes from the heart and comes from the blood.

Just like Tokito Ichiro and Tokito Muichiro he saw in front of his eyes, it was also like the Immortal Kawa Shinya and Immortal Kawa Genya he saw now.

Hei Si Mou remembered that when he was Yan Sheng of the successor country, he had been the head of the successor country for many years—even for ghosts, such "many years" were not worth mentioning at all.

But from the perspective of human beings, the time of more than ten years is long enough, so ordinary that it is almost the same.

On the night of his mother's funeral, Lord Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni also bid him farewell.

"Is it because Yuanyi left?" Ji Guoyan Sheng subconsciously asked her, "So you have to go find him too."

The Eight Hundred Bhikkuni shook her head when she heard this, and said softly, "It's because Ruoyue died."

【Wakazuki】is exactly their mother's name.

Ji Guo Yan Sheng heard her say: "When we first met, she said that she hoped that I could stay in Ji Guo, so I stayed."

So after she passed away, Eight Hundred Bhikkuni had no reason to stay here anymore.

Just like when Yuan first left, Ji Guoyan Sheng's head was blank, and he couldn't even think of staying. He could only stare blankly at her back—she didn't have any luggage, and the white haori It was blown slightly in the air full of sunlight, like floating illusory clouds.

Everything in the past is accompanied by the passage of time, like an illusory dream, and the slow life even made Ji Guoyan start to doubt whether such a past really existed.

Until more than ten years later, the team he led was attacked by "ghosts" at night, and the person who saved them was Yuan Yi.

After growing up, Yuanyi faded away from the immaturity and stupefaction when he was young. No one knew where his eyes fell when his face was expressionless. previous gap.

Ji Guoyuan has become an unattainable existence, and Ji Guo Yan Sheng can only look up at his back from a distance like everyone else.

The red markings on his forehead were as blazing as a flame. At that time, Ji Guoyuan was the only swordsman who could ignite his own sun blade. Sunrise as seen before.

It was a brilliance enough to tear apart the night sky.

Ji Guo Yan Sheng himself didn't know what thoughts he had in mind to join the Ghost Killing Squad, but he did leave behind everything in Ji Guo -- even his wife and children in Ji Guo.

He watched the figure of Ji Guo Yuanyi, and saw that he taught those swordsmen who were also [pillars] with him, and taught them his breathing method without reservation.

And among those people, Ji Guo Yan Sheng was also included.

On his forehead was a flame pattern that was very similar to Yuanyi's pattern, but the difference was that the pattern that was not on Yuanyi's right neck also spread upwards from Ji Guoyan Sheng's right neck.

After that, Ji Guo Yan Sheng still honed his sword skills every day, until he found that those swordsmen who had stripes because of the breathing method all died before the age of 25.

He unconsciously stroked the markings on the side of his neck, and suddenly thought, in this case, he will never be able to surpass Yuanyi...

——*——

Ji Guoyan Sheng turned into a ghost, because Gui Wu Tsuji told him that if he became a ghost, all the problems he worried about would be solved.

A ghost has a lifespan countless times longer than that of a human being, even comparable to the Miko-sama he saw in the past.

Ji Guo Yan Sheng saw her again, beside Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi.

At that time, she suddenly said a word to him.

Another Zhu arrived, and Hei Simou had to temporarily stop recalling.He looked at the petite girl in front of him, and the overly slender sun blade in her hand.

"That kind of thing... can't... cut off the head of... a ghost."

Hei Si Mou made such an evaluation.

The girl wearing the feather pattern of butterfly wings has dark purple hair, a butterfly headdress pinned to her head, and the smile on her face only stays on the false surface.

"You don't need to worry about this kind of thing."

Butterfly Shinobu was obviously smiling, but there was no smile in his voice.

Her speed was far faster than any other Zhu, Hei Si Mou was pinned down by many people, and for a while, her skin was actually cut by the Sun Wheel Knife.

But only to this extent.

Hei Si Mou suddenly understood the mystery behind her Sun Wheel Knife: "It turns out...that's how it is."

Inside the girl's blade was the poison enough to kill the wisteria flower of the [Ogre].

But for the Winding Ghost, such toxins can be decomposed easily, and the wounds made by her can also heal extremely quickly in a short period of time.

However, such a procrastination war is not a favorable decision for both parties.

The physical ability of human beings is far inferior to [ghosts], but [ghosts] cannot appear under the sun, but if the delay is long enough, it will be Hei Simou who will be in a disadvantageous situation in the end.

He wanted to make a quick decision, but a blank space suddenly flashed in front of him. Although that blank space was too short, it was enough for those [pillars] to grasp his only loophole.

"what happened……"

Hei Si Mou himself didn't quite understand the reason for this situation, but he saw the cold smile on Butterfly Ren's face.

"The toxin that can kill the ghost of the string does not exist yet, but if it is only slightly disturbed, it is not impossible..."

What's more, this is not the result of Die Ninja alone.

With his own efforts to get rid of the ghosts controlled by Oni Mai Tsuji, there was another person before Kamado Nezuko—that is, Kamado Tanjiro met in Asakusa, hidden among humans, and lived as a doctor Pearl World.

"The interference ghost...toxin..."

He obviously didn't want to recall anything at this time, not to mention that the sky was about to dawn.Because of the procrastination at the beginning, he was restrained by Zhu who rushed over later, and Hei Simou, who was one of the top strings, failed to deal with any of them.

But the memory came out uncontrollably, and he suddenly remembered what His Excellency Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said to him at that time.

She stood beside Ghost Wu Tsuji and said, "I thought you already understood."

【What do you understand? 】

Had Hei Si Mou asked her this question back then?He doesn't remember.

And now is not the time to think about such things.

The breath of the moon. The shape of picking up four, fierce change. The sky is full of slender moons.

Countless huge crescent moons accompanied by the swiping of the Sun Wheel Knife formed a moon-circling wind blade, centered on Heishimou, rushing towards all directions, as if to wipe out all the surrounding things.

Those [pillars] of the ghost killing team also used their own breathing techniques, and their sword skills were so intertwined and mottled that it was hard to tell who was swinging the sword style.

But Ji Guo Yan Sheng suddenly saw a figure, he thought he had hallucinations again, and those were figures in his memory.

But... no.

He saw eight hundred bhikkhunis.

It wasn't the eight hundred bhikkhuni in memory, but the actual eight hundred bhikkhuni. She was standing under a tree in the distance, causing Heishimou to constrict her pupils suddenly.

--why?

——Is it because Onimai Tsuji-sama sent her here?

Hei Si Mou originally guessed this way, the time for the sun to rise was getting closer, but he still couldn't deal with those swordsmen in a short time...

——No, something went wrong.

Hei Si Mou suddenly realized the strangeness, but he couldn't tell what the strangeness was.

Until he tried to let himself enter the transparent world again.

Hei Si Mou suddenly realized that he couldn't let himself see their muscles and bones clearly—he couldn't enter that state again.

This kind of cognition suddenly made his heartstrings tense, and it also reminded him of himself who was looking up at Yuanyi from a distance.

Yuan Yi once said to him: "Those who pursue the ultimate will eventually reach the same destination."

Heishimou remembered that the wind was blowing Ji Guoyuan's hair in front of his forehead, that dark red, flame-like hair.

He is always radiating his own light unconsciously, making everyone who stands in front of him feel ashamed.

Even as his elder brother, Ji Guo Yan Sheng, who is a brother of his mother and mother, cannot escape such a curse.

But as soon as Ji Guoyuan reached the state, Ji Guo Yan Sheng couldn't reach it.When he realized that he could no longer enter the transparent world because of the toxin injected by the girl who used the breath of insects, great panic suddenly invaded his body.

It wasn't because of the panic caused by any [Pillar] standing in front of him now, but because he realized the gap between himself and Yuanyi, so he felt helpless from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of feeling turned Heishi Mou back into Jiguo Yan Sheng. He seemed to be the young child who saw his younger brother easily defeating his father's subordinates in the afternoon when he was seven years old, and he could only stay silent. Stared blankly at them.

The [Pillars] of the ghost killing team have always been composed of excellent swordsmen, and they have also seen the change of Heisei Mou at this moment, and they seized this opportunity. Mou's battle line became stronger.

[As long as it lasts until dawn. 】

This is the thought of everyone in the Ghost Killing Squad at the moment.

But Heishimu's eyes didn't fall on them, but fell on a far away place - he saw the [-] bhikkhuni standing in the distance turn around, and the hem of the white clothes choked Heishimu's breath.

He stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanting to grab something, but was stopped by the pillar of the Ghost Slayer Squad.He swung his sun wheel knife, and the wind blades in the shape of a moon wheel flew around from the blade.

As one of the top strings, he is the greatest pride of Oni Wu Tsuji, and he is also an unshakable existence among all the top string ghosts.

The blood gushing out of Tokito Ichiro's injured leg soaked his clothes, and made his movements slower than Tokito Ichiro's—especially when the time was prolonged, his weakness showed Very obvious.

The person he wanted to see in his sight disappeared completely, and Hei Si Mou had no intention of staying here anymore. He seized this loophole and rushed out of their encirclement under the obstruction of all the pillars.

——*——

There was a strange wind whizzing by beside his ears, falling into Heishimu's ears like countless wind demons dancing wildly in the dark night.

He moved only by intuition, and only one thought remained in his mind.

【What do you understand? 】

At the moment when the past and present memories overlapped in his mind, he suddenly wanted to know this question.Hei Si Mou's intuition told him that perhaps the answer to this question was far more important than he had imagined.

Sensing the familiar atmosphere, his footsteps gradually slowed down, and a small house appeared in his sight, with a person sitting on the verandah.

She looked sideways slightly, with a calm face, obviously nothing special, but Ji Guoyan Sheng suddenly felt that what she was watching was not Heishimu.

It is Ji Guo Yan Sheng.

In the countless nights in the past, every time I cast my gaze, it was full of bright moon and starlight.

"Eight hundred...Your Excellency Bhikkhuni..."

He stood in front of her, but his tall figure was already able to block all the moonlight falling on her.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni raised his face and stared at him, and suddenly asked, "What kind of dream are you having?"

Hei Simou was stunned suddenly, this kind of question was completely inappropriate, and she shouldn't be the one who asked the question, it should be Hei Simou who was really suitable to ask the question.

"I..." Hei Si Mou took a deep breath, as if he hadn't recovered from the battle just now.

What kind of dream is Hei Si Mou dreaming?Over the past few hundred years, what kind of mood has he spent every day, and what kind of mentality is used to watch everything reflected in his six eyes?

He failed to answer, but Babaichuni spoke again: "I saw Yuanyi Zero Style, the puppet with six arms."

The number [six] is actually very common, but when these two conditions are put together, six eyes and six arms are enough to make them all unusual.

"Yuanyi's sword style, if you want to make a doll to reproduce it, those people can barely do it with six arms."

And Ji Guoyan Sheng, who has been chasing and looking at Yuan Yi all his life, also gave birth to six eyes after turning into a ghost.

He can clearly maintain a more human appearance, and that face is more like Yuanyi.

Hei Si Mou didn't speak, he didn't know what to say—for Yuan Yi's ultimate realm, he always felt that as long as he prolongs his life, he can live long enough like the eight hundred bhikkhunis. come into contact with.

However, when Ji Guoyan Sheng turned into Hei Simou, when she faced her with a posture completely different from that of a human being, her eyes carried emotions that Hei Simou could not understand.

What are those feelings?

Maybe it's sadness, pity, or maybe it's lamentation or regret.

All in all, that look doesn't have the slightest hint of joy.

Hei Si Mou suddenly realized that perhaps in her eyes, Yan Sheng of Ji Guo had made a wrong choice.

And she asked again: "In the past time, what have you been working hard for?"

In order to surpass Yuan Yi and reach the ultimate that Yuan Yi said.

"No matter how special a person is, or an ordinary person without any characteristics, they will all reach the same end in the end." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said softly, "Yuan Yi said that, right?"

Hei Si Mou suddenly tightened his thoughts, he clenched the scabbard in his hand, and veins burst out on the back of his hand.

Since Yuanyi's death, she has not mentioned half a word about Yuanyi for hundreds of years, but in the past few days, she has repeatedly mentioned him, so frequently that it makes Hei Si Mou feel horrified.

What kind of dream is she dreaming?What are you working on again?

"……Yes."

Hei Si Mou responded, the sun was about to rise soon, but he stood outside the porch, in front of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, motionless.

Until she stretched out her hand and said to him: "You still don't understand?"

Heishimu put the scabbard on the ground, and he knelt down on one knee in front of the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis so that his eyes could be at the same level as hers.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni's palm was placed on the top of his hair, and that kind of touch had not been felt for hundreds of years.

His heart was suddenly disturbed, as if he had turned back to the young Ji Guo Yan Sheng many years ago, who came to her that night, trying to get an answer from her.

"I understand... what..."

He repeated the sentence unconsciously.

"The end point mentioned by Yuan Yi has never been [Transparent World], nor [Supreme Realm]."

If it came from other people, Hei Si Mou would just scoff, but Babai Khuni is different—she was the one who gave birth to Ling Ji Guo Yan Sheng [As long as you have enough time and put in enough effort, No matter how ordinary people are, they can become existences beyond ordinary human understanding. ] People with this idea.

"It's death."

She softly said something that made Hei Si Mou's mind go blank.

Ji Guoyan Sheng has been pursuing the ultimate in Yuan Yi's mouth all his life, but what he failed to expect is that the end mentioned by Yuan Yi has never been the real ultimate—it is an ending that no one can avoid.

death.

Almost helpless panic invaded his body, making Heixin Mou almost unable to hold his scabbard.

He abandoned death, abandoned his identity as a human, degenerated into a man-eating evil spirit, and became the target of their beheading countless times...

"At that time, when Yuanyi left, and when I left, you didn't keep me." Babai Kuni's voice pierced into his ears and fermented in his mind, completely destroying his thoughts.

"I thought you had already figured it out," Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said softly, "I also told you the reason when I left."

The reason... Hei Si Mou remembered that the reason she left the country was because his mother, Ruo Yue, had passed away.

"Human beings have birth, old age, sickness and death, and they will all reach the end of death. No matter how difficult it is to give up, there is no need to forcefully retain it." Eight hundred bhikkhuni left the successor country with this idea in mind.

So she didn't have any hesitation, nor did she need to have any nostalgia or hesitation.

And Ji Guo Yan Sheng didn't keep her, making her think that the other party had already understood this point—everything has its own destiny and return, and if you forcefully distort them, the result you get will only be confusion beyond recognition.

Ji Guo Yan Sheng has been watching Yuan Yi all his life, while Hei Si Mou has been honing his sword skills all his life.

But he forgot his original thoughts, and also forgot his original dream.

Hei Si Mou suddenly felt that everything became clear.

The dawn tore apart the dark sky, and the sun gradually fell on the ground. Hei Shimou lowered his head, and someone held his cheek, making him raise his head.

Six pairs of eyes were streaming with tears.

What an absurd...and boring dream.

In fact, Ji Guoyan Sheng died a long time ago, he was killed by himself, and what survived was his unwilling obsession, a monster that distorted himself and his heart, and even couldn't see himself clearly.

But such persistence and persistence are meaningless at all.

In the past hundreds of years, what he wanted to pursue all his life... In fact, he has already obtained it.But he threw it away with his own hands.

"Yuanyi..."

"I'm sorry." Eight Hundred Bhikuni said softly, but she was not just apologizing to him, but also telling him: "Go tell him this, Yan Sheng."

She said: "Go and tell Yuanyi what you really think..."

"You will always be my pride."

Ji Guo Yuan Yi... is also the pride of Ji Guo Yan Sheng.

——*——

On Heishimou's face, those ferocious eyes gradually disappeared, and the human face was reappeared under the sun. He seemed to see a familiar figure in a trance, and that figure called him "Master Brother" from a distance.

"Yuanyi..."

The voice dissipated in the air, and the figure also dissipated. Only the white and purple grid feathers fell in front of her. Eight hundred bhikkhuni saw a small bag among the pile of clothes. .

She opened the cloth bag and saw an old flute—it was completely different from when it was first made, it had become completely smooth.

Because someone once rubbed this flute for countless days and nights, thinking of another person from the bottom of his heart.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni did not speak, she sat quietly on the verandah, after an unknown period of time, a black crow flew to her side.

"plz follow me."

The crow made a strange tone of voice, sharply breaking the surrounding silence.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni seemed to wake up from a dream, and everything in reality made her trance.

She buried Ji Guo Yan Sheng's clothes - together with the old flute.

The dead soul that should have died hundreds of years ago finally reached the "end point" that he dreamed of, but has been misunderstood all along.

If there really is a world after death, if there really are gods...

Eight hundred bhikkhuni raised her face, and she saw the sun disc rising.

[Please let me also... reach that end. 】

——*——

The winding meeting was held again.

Only a few days apart, this frequency is too frequent.Tong Mo casually held his head in his thoughts, but suddenly realized that the Infinite City was a bit too quiet.

The elder sister who plays the pipa is still sitting on a high place, holding her pipa, while Your Excellency Yiwozuo is standing on the platform not far away.Tong Mo showed a bright smile, and was about to say hello to the other party, but suddenly felt a sense of danger.

The keenness of instinct and the cells in the body belonged to Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi, so Tong Mo gave up the idea of ​​saying hello, and shifted his gaze to another platform.

He saw Onimai Tsuji-sama—not in the form of a child, but in the form of an adult male.

Oni Wu Tsuji raised his chin slightly, his red plum-colored eyes shone with a cold luster like a cold poisonous snake.

"One of the top strings, one of the top strings, five of the top strings..." When he said this, Tong Mo raised his hand, like a child who heard a teacher's question in class, and rushed to answer before he got the roll call. Said: "It seems that they haven't come yet!"

Tong Mo looked around, as if he didn't feel what the atmosphere was like at this time, "Are Your Excellencies Bantiangou and Yuhu still in the swordsmith's village? Where did His Excellency Heishimu go?"

He touched his chin curiously, and exclaimed like a flash of inspiration: "Could it be... that they all died at the hands of ghost hunters?"

He said to himself, with crystal tears dripping from his colorful pupils, Tong Mo covered his face with a fan, and said in a sad tone: "Ah...it's really..."

A cold light suddenly rose in the air, and fell on Tong Mo's head before he finished speaking. The familiar liquid splashed on the floor under his feet, and a cold reprimand came from a distance: "Shut up!" Mouth!"

Oni Wu Tsuji narrowed his pupils coldly, Tong Mo's words were undoubtedly adding salt to his wounds, which made people feel like he was mocking.

"On the first quarter moon, there are only two people left."

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi's voice resounded in the empty Infinite City, Yi Wo Zuo glanced at Tong Mo who was growing his head lightly, and cursed an idiot in his heart.

But regarding Hei Simou's death, Yi Wozuo was indeed surprised.

Yi Wozuo can completely feel how powerful the power of the winding one is. If it is said that he will die in the hands of the ghost hunter, Yi Wozuo will never believe it.

It is impossible for human beings to reach this level...

"Eight hundred bhikkhuni..."

Falling into deep doubts in Yiwozuo, he suddenly heard a person's name.Yiwozuo raised his face, only to realize that the eight hundred bhikkhunis were not in the Infinite City either.

He suddenly had a bad premonition, it was hard to say what that feeling was, but it made people feel uneasy for no reason.

Oni Wu Tsuji said her name through gritted teeth, and the scarlet pupils were as thick as hatred that was about to bleed.

"She betrayed."

"..."

A strange silence spread, and Yiwoza couldn't even realize what Gui Wu Tsuji said.

When he understood, his first reaction was: "How is it possible...?!"

In the past hundreds of thousands of years, she has been standing by Lord Onimai Tsuji's side, how could...

"Huh?!" Tong Mo's voice sounded faster, and the newly grown head soon became no different from the beginning, with a look of surprise on his face, and the golden iron fan unfolded in his hands.

But unexpectedly, he accepted this fact very quickly, and while showing a painful expression, he stroked his chest and said with tears: "I never thought that His Excellency Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni would do such a thing, it's too much! "

Hearing this kind of words that seemed more like a joke than a reprimand, Onimai Tsuji's face was extremely ugly.

He was trying to make Tong Mo unable to make a sound again, but he saw a change in the expression on his face.

Restraining those frivolous and vain false feelings and appearances, Tong Mo said to him: "How about going down and bringing her back?"

"Master Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni's destination has never been anywhere else. How can an existence like her be redeemed in the human world?" Tong Mo suddenly laughed, with a pitiful and merciful look. .

Such words made Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou squint his eyes, just when Tong Mo and Yiwozuo thought he was about to nod, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou said, "No."

He softly spit out this depressing and cold word: "I will go in person."

"I will bring her back myself."

——I will also personally let her know the fate of betrayal.

Guiwu Tsuji has been doubting everything all his life, but when he wants to believe in something and tries to get another person to stand by her side and accept him from the bottom of his heart, that person disappoints him up.

This kind of cognition made Guiwu Tsuji feel extremely ironic, and even felt that it was a joke for himself to have such an idea.

The person who left too deep traces in his long past life, he saw her through the eyes of Hei Shimou at the moment when Hei Simou's figure was about to disappear.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou was in a trance for a moment, as if the person she was watching at that time was not Heishimou, but him Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou.

But this kind of trance only lasted for less than a moment, and then it was easily wiped out.

He thought of her calm face when she lowered her eyelids slightly, and her silent and quiet posture in countless days and nights.

Quiet and silent... It made Guiwu Tsuji feel that she would never change.

But he suddenly realized that the eight hundred bhikkhuni had changed, and before he, who was closest to her, understood the reason, she suddenly left his side.

It's not that he left without saying a word, but... on the premise that he took away the most proud ghost under his command.

Oni Wu Tsuji should have thought of it long ago.

He seemed to understand something suddenly, remembering that she suddenly mentioned Yuanyi's Sun Wheel Saber during the winding meeting.

That kind of behavior was too abrupt and weird, but Guiwu Tsuji thought she was still standing beside him at that time—even though she had to show a cold and mocking expression from time to time, she had also been in countless sleeping places. Hugging his body all the time.

And now it's all just a joke.

Perhaps as early as when her eyes fell on Hei Si Mou, she had already seen his death.

So Mumai Tsuji, who has met her gaze countless times, his end...has it also appeared in front of her eyes countless times?

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi has never been a person who can easily let go, any existence that makes him feel displeased must pay the corresponding price.

So, what should we do after we bring the Eight Hundred Bhikkuni back?