I live longer than the incomparable

Even if it is something that has never been tried before, or even something that would never happen in the eyes of the previous self, as long as there is the first time, then the second and third times come, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept.

What's more, as far as Onimai Tsuji's personal body feeling is concerned, it is obviously much easier to do these things with Yaobhikuni than to try to find something alone.

——At the very least, I won't make the same mistakes that made people feel speechless.

But the facts prove that as long as Guiwu Tsuji is willing, this kind of thing will not bother him. After walking around the supermarket with Eight Hundred Bhikkuni for many times, many things that he never knew before have also been discovered. He stuffed it all in his head.

After queuing together to check out, Onimai Tsuji Muchan stretched out one hand to take the shopping bag, and the other hand held the hand of Babaichuni.

His movements are extremely natural, as smooth as if he had rehearsed many times in advance, but the expression on his face and the subtle changes in his eyes are enough to show that his mood at this time is far less calm than it appears on the surface.

Especially when they were walking all the way home maintaining this posture, and when they stopped at the door of the apartment, Oni Wu Tsuji, who was about to open the door, suddenly found that he seemed to have no free hands.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni standing next to him obviously also noticed this, so she planned to open the door by herself, but after she reached into her pocket and found nothing, she suddenly realized——her key probably fell into the In the coffee shop.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi could only see her motionless hands in her pockets, and she felt a little puzzled. She wanted to ask her what was wrong, but before she could say anything, she saw Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni pulling her hands out of her pockets. out.

Then reached into his coat pocket.

This sudden action made him stunned, but the expression of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was the same, she didn't pay attention to the expression of Onimai Tsuji, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the door smoothly coming.

It seems a bit strange to say that when living alone in the past, Yabaichuni had never made the mistake of leaving the key behind for many years, but after living with Guimai Tsuji, it was the first time he had such an experience.

Even after he took out the key from his pocket, Babaichuni felt a little grateful - as if he was happy for someone who lived with him.

For some unknown reason, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi rolled up his sleeves and washed vegetables in the kitchen for the first time today.

When she saw Kimai Tsuji Mumi take out all the ingredients from the shopping bag a few minutes ago and asked her what to do with it, Yabaichuni stared at his normal appearance and suddenly smiled up.

"Is it funny?" Onimai Tsuji looked at her expressionlessly.

"No," Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni replied, "I just think it's amazing."

She said softly, and there seemed to be a bit of trance in her voice: "I never thought before that there will be such a time in the future."

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou didn't speak, just watched her quietly, watched her smile, and also looked at her smiling and said to him: "I'm very happy."

In fact, Gui Wu Tsuji never imagined that one day he could stand in front of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni so calmly, listening to her say such words that he had never had the chance to hear before.

This also indirectly caused him to still recall the past when he was washing the vegetables, and the movements of his hands became a little absent-minded.

Seeing that he was about to rub the vegetable leaves in his hands, the eight hundred bhikkhuni finally reminded him: "It doesn't take so long to wash the vegetable leaves."

Only then did Oni Wu Tsuji look at the vegetables in his hand as if waking up from a dream, and fell into a strange silence.

Adhering to the principle of not being wasted, even if the leaves of the vegetables were rubbed into a ball by him, Babai Bikkuni still fried them and served them on the table-but looking at this dish of vegetables that did not look good at all, Babai Bikkuni was heartbroken. It was too much to force him to let Onimui Tsuji do this kind of thing.

——Even if it was actually Oni Wu Tsuji who took the initiative to wash the vegetables.

As always, there was only one pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table.This is not because there are no other bowls and chopsticks in the house, but because Oniwu Tsuji doesn't need such things.

So from the first day he moved into the residence of Babai Bikuni, Babai Bikkuni never had the idea of ​​adding a pair of bowls and chopsticks to the dining table.

[Onimi Tsuji Mumi never eats any human food. ] This impression has been completely engraved in her heart.

But today, that impression has changed.

When she saw Oni Wu Tsuji take out the bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard and put them in front of her, she paused for a moment with the hand that was serving the meal, until she saw the bowl handed over by the other party, she suddenly realized what he wanted to do.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni raised her eyes to look at his face, trying to see something from that face, but all she saw was an extremely calm expression.

She took the bowl he handed over, and tentatively helped him beat the rice that only covered the bottom of the bowl. When she handed the bowl back, Guiwu Tsuji's expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything more.

Eating is actually very common for the eight hundred bhikkuni, but she is completely unable to be as calm as usual at this time, even in general, their daily life in the past—the ghost dance that never eats with the eight hundred bhikkuni Tsuji Wumi just watched her eat, and this kind of daily life would make ordinary people feel weird.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing that Oni Wu Tsuji really extended his chopsticks to the plate of green vegetables, and put the green vegetables from the plate into his own bowl, Bhikkhuni Yabai couldn't help but speak.

She stared at Onimai Tsuji's face, and said softly, "Does human food really have a normal taste to you?"

Guiwu Tsuji was silent for a long time, and his movements stopped just like that. Some kind of weird breath flowed in this not-so-large space, and it seemed that it was about to develop in a depressing and unpleasant direction.

But in such an atmosphere, Gui Wu Tsuji lowered his head and ate the food in the bowl, and he raised his eyes to respond to her gaze under the gaze of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni.

He said, "Yes."

Bhikkhuni Yao suddenly felt at a loss and didn't know what kind of response he should make. Compared with the ghost Wu Tsuji in the past, now he makes Bhikkhuni elusive.

This is not to say that Oni Wu Tsuji has become more foresighted and cunning, but...he has become a lot more frank, and can even be called [gentle].

When she realized that she used such words to describe the image of Oni Wu Tsuji, Bikuni herself was a little surprised. When she was stunned by such surprise, Gui Wu Tsuji finished eating slowly. Food in your own bowl.

He suddenly thought, it seemed to be more delicious than he imagined.

——*——

After solving another major incident, the armed detective agency upstairs once again ushered in a new member. It was a girl who looked younger than Naomi Tanizaki, but she was quite the opposite of a girl of this age. Quiet and silent.

It would be more appropriate to say "silence" than "indifference". When the eight hundred monks saw her for the first time, they immediately saw the vigilance in her eyes.

——It is not aimed at the specific object of [Yaobai Bikuni], but at any stranger in her eyes.

Even if the members of the Armed Detective Agency came down to hold a welcome party for her, the girl still maintained her vigilance against everything around her.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni had seen similar existences before, not in the distant past, but a few years ago—when she was still opening a bakery near the slums, she would often see them from the faces of those homeless children. Saw a similar look on .

That is the vigilance of shutting out everything except oneself in order to protect oneself.

So when they checked out and left, Babaichuni took out the small biscuits that he had taken out from the back kitchen in advance, and handed them to the girl standing beside Atsushi Nakajima.

She did not speak.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was not frustrated by this, she kept handing out the things and asked her softly: "What's your name?"

The girl was silent for a moment, then replied calmly: "Quanjinghua."

Unlike the shyness of Atsushi Nakajima, the last newcomer of the detective agency, the reason why Izumi Kyoka is like this is because her personality is not the lively type.

Babaichuni laughed: "Then Jinghua, this is a meeting gift for you. If you have time in the future, you can sit down anytime."

Quan Jinghua was stunned for a moment, subconsciously opened her eyes wide and looked at Babaichuni, her expression seemed to be a little moved, and she turned her face to look at Atsushi Nakajima.

The white-haired boy was also smiling, and nodded to her when he saw her gaze.

As if she had experienced some great struggle, it took a while before she raised her hand to take the paper bag she handed over, and said to her softly, "Thank you."

As soon as the words fell, a young voice suddenly appeared from the side.Osamu Dazai raised his hand and asked, "Since new customers have gifts, what about regular customers?"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni had expected that he would ask such a question, and went to the back kitchen to get a few bags and distributed them among them.

Atsushi Nakajima, who didn't expect to receive the gift himself, hesitated for a moment: "Do I have it too..."

"Because I bought a new oven last night, so I also bought some ingredients to try it myself." Eight Hundred Bikuni smiled: "It is definitely not as good as the ones officially sold in the store, so if you don't mind it, try it. "

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai tilted his neck: "Why does Miss Yabai want to buy an oven all of a sudden? If you want to make snacks, you can try it directly in the store, right?"

"This..." Babaichuni thought for a while, "Probably because, if you do it at home, it will make people feel more interesting."

And now she is not alone in the family.

It was clear that she was smiling all the time, but Dazai Osamu keenly noticed that there seemed to be some subtle changes in her smile, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression on his face was not very clear.

——*——

A few days later, when Babaichuni was sitting in the coffee shop waiting for Oni Wu Tsuji to pick her up, suddenly a girl with red hair and twin ponytails opened the door and walked in.

She felt that the girl seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where she met her, until the girl walked to the bar and bowed deeply, and then said to the store manager: "Please let me in Work here!"

Although the store manager casually mentioned a question about the manpower in the store to her a few days ago, the recruitment notice has not been posted yet. Such a request just saved the effort of posting job advertisements.

During the interview, Babaichuni asked her: "Obviously we have not posted any recruitment announcements in our store, why do you think this place will still accept people?"

"My last job was forced to end because my boss went bankrupt." The red-haired girl said to her, "My hometown is not Yokohama, and I don't have any relatives here. survive here..."

"I know you will be wondering why I have to choose this place. It's because... I have something very important to say to someone in this building!"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni suddenly remembered where she had seen her before.

Some time ago, a group of foreigners passed by the door, and when they walked towards the elevator, this red-haired girl was among them.

And that group of people is the organization called [Assembly] that previously offered a reward of 70 billion in the black market to capture [Human Tiger].

Eight hundred bhikkuni also quickly figured out who she was going to talk to.

"Pass." She chuckled softly.

——*——

After that, the Armed Detective Agency seemed to have lived a peaceful life, because from time to time, Yabaichuni could see the members of the Detective Agency who came down to grow grass. Edogawa Ranpo, the core figure of the Armed Detective Agency.

As the most famous detective in Yokohama, Ranpo Edogawa has also assisted the city police in solving many cases-it is not appropriate to say that he is assisting, because Ranpo Edogawa's method of handling cases is different from what people know huge difference.

In his pocket is a pair of black-rimmed glasses that look a bit old and have an extremely old-fashioned style. Every time he arrives at the scene of the case, Edogawa Ranpo will put on those glasses, and then activate his ability [super Reasoning], usually without spending even a few seconds, is enough to see through the cause and effect of the case.

It’s just that Osamu Dazai once said himself that Edogawa Ranpo’s [supernormal ability] does not actually exist. The reason why he was able to deduce them is only because his mind is too clever, so that it can’t be explained by human’s conventional cognition. the point.

When Osamu Dazai ran down during working hours, Kunikida Doppo would roar and drag him back, but when Ranpo Edogawa ran down during working hours, Kunikida Doppo would be lucky.

Although Edogawa Ranpo has a reasoning ability beyond the understanding of ordinary people, he is often stumped when it comes to common sense problems in daily life. Even if he goes out shopping alone, as long as he walks a little farther, he may be stumped. Get lost on the road.

Kunikida Doppo was worried about this, but he couldn't treat him like Dazai Osamu. As long as Edogawa Ranpo didn't run around, he would be thankful.

Watching Edogawa Ranpo, who was sitting opposite him, finished eating the snacks on the plate, Yao Yao asked him, "Would you like a drink?"

Compared with the coffee hojicha that the members often order, Edogawa Ranpo obviously has his own ideas. He ordered a cup of sweet milk, and when he subconsciously looked out of the window under the eyes of Yabaichuni, he said to her: "Are you still here?" Waiting for him?"

"Is it obvious?" Babai Kuni closed the book in his hand, lowered his head and smiled, "But every day at this time, there will be a very strange feeling."

"Why?" Edogawa Ranpo asked her: "Even though every day is about the same time, do you still look forward to it?"

Edogawa Ranpo did find it strange.

For a person like him, the [abnormality] in the eyes of ordinary people is the real common sense to him, but he finds it difficult to understand what is common sense to ordinary people.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis have seen too many such existences over the years.

She tilted her head, her hair was trimmed at the barber shop a few days ago, the tail of the hair was slightly raised, and it rested gently on her shoulders.

"Probably because I know what kind of result will come, so I feel anticipation." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni thought for a while, and said to him: "It's not just because such a result is exactly what I want."

Edogawa Ranpo looked a little blankly facing her.

"Even if the ending is not what I want, it is actually a happy thing if I know the result early in the morning." Eight hundred bhikuni said softly, thinking of many things again: "The future is blank, now It’s also a loss, and that’s what really makes people feel hopeless.”

A long time ago, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni lived in such despair. It was not a sudden and violent blow, but it was deeply engraved in her body, entangled with every inch of her flesh and blood.

She can't see her present, and she can't see her future.

The prophecy can only be used on others, and you can never see anything about yourself.

In fact, the eight hundred bhikkhunis have already noticed it. Maybe she can no longer see Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi now, or it may be because the relationship between them is getting closer.

It's not the kind of intimacy limited to the physical/physical in the past, but the intimacy that comes from the heart and on the emotional level.

In the heart of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, there are already too many positions belonging to Gui Wu Tsuji.

Edogawa ranbu sat across from her, as if he understood something, but also as if he didn't understand anything.

"In that case, let Ranpo-sama, who is a famous detective, give you a piece of advice." Edogawa Ranpo took out his glasses from his pocket, put them on, opened his eyes and said to her: "My If you think about it, you should be able to understand that your current situation is very bad."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni replied softly: "Really."

Before Edogawa Ranpo said more words, Yao Bikuni turned her face and looked out of the glass window, she said: "But I think, at least for now, I feel very satisfied."

"People who are born out of the ordinary often look at problems fundamentally differently from ordinary people," Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said suddenly for some reason, "I know that Ranbu-kun was actually a long time ago. I understand that I am different from other people, but even so, there is no need to worry at all, because there will always be people around you who can understand and love you from the bottom of their hearts.”

She laughed: "And this situation is the same for other people."

Edogawa Ranpo can see through the truth of things, but he can't see through the emotions contained in people's words without any conspiracy or plan. It seems that he just wants to tell him something from the bottom of his heart, but the current Edogawa Ranpo However, it is not enough to understand the deep meaning of such words.

——*——

On the way back, Ghost Mai Tsuji asked her what she wanted to eat tonight.

I don’t know when this kind of conversation started, but it has become an ordinary daily life. Ever since Guiwu Tsuji went to the supermarket to buy ingredients with her for the first time, and he participated in the cooking process (although it was only washing vegetables, and he hadn’t put them in yet. Do such a thing well), and after eating human food for the first time in front of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, he really realized that some changes seemed to have taken place in his body.

A long time ago, when he first became a [ghost], he also tried to continue to try the human way of eating, but the result he got made Guiwu Tsuji suddenly realize that he could no longer taste the taste of ordinary food .

The only taste left in his taste buds that he can feel is human flesh and blood.

It wasn't until many, many years later that he tasted ordinary food again that he suddenly discovered that these tastes seemed to be different from what he tasted a long time ago when he first became a ghost.

At first, Guiwu Tsuji only thought it was a psychological effect - because of his feelings for the eight hundred bhikkhuni, coupled with the atmosphere at that time, he ate the food made by the eight hundred bhikkhuni himself, so the psychological level Perception overshadows actual taste.

But then he also started to try to cook under the "guidance" of Babaichuni, and it was only when he tasted what he fried for the first time that he suddenly realized that his sense of taste seemed to be moving in the direction of ordinary people move closer.

Because he tasted a completely different taste from the one made by Yabaichuni, which was too salty - but it was not a problem with the ingredients themselves, but simply because Gui Wu Tsuji put too much salt.

He made almost all of the mistakes that novices often make when cooking, and upholding the principle of not wasting, they still ate up all the failed products.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou didn't know what kind of mood Babai Khuni had in eating, he only knew that she didn't say anything to blame Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan.

No matter how unpalatable the food that Onimai Tsuji made was, she would always say, "It's delicious."

——But the reason why the phrase "delicious" is said, Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan himself is very clear.

Fortunately, after experiencing the devastation of countless unpalatable meals, Oni Wu Tsuji's craftsmanship has finally improved, and before he knew it, he had reached the point where he could eat normally, and even occasionally performed supernormally, which really made people feel better. People have the intention of praising "delicious" with some sincerity.

So in such a process, Oni Wu Tsuji also contracted the daily dinner as a matter of course.If it weren't for the fact that Yaobai Khuni said that he could solve it directly in the coffee shop at noon, and reminded him that he still had his own work to deal with, I am afraid that Guimai Tsuji would also want to contract lunch together.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni thought about the dishes for today's dinner, and walked in the supermarket with the shopping cart together with Oni Wu Tsuji. It can be regarded as some experience.

But when his gaze passed through the shoulders of Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis and saw a tall and thin young man not far away, his expression suddenly changed.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at it, but he heard Guiwu Tsuji Wucan say: "The fruit at home is almost gone, how about buying some back today?"

After the attention was drawn to this topic, Bhikkhuni Yao did not pay too much attention to the change in the expression of Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi just now, but picked some fruits and put them in the shopping cart.

The dinner that day was naturally cooked by Onimai Tsuji. Not only that, but the work of cutting fruit after the meal also fell on him. Put it in front of Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis.

At this moment, Onimai Tsuji's cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni watched him pick up the phone, probably talking to the other person, because Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi just replied after a long silence: "I see."

"Is it a company matter?"

Seeing Onimai Tsuji Musai taking off his apron and putting on the suit jacket hanging on the coat rack, Bikkuni Yabai raised his face and asked him.

"Yes, something happened a little bit, so I'm going out now." Oni Wu Tsuji said so while arranging his clothes.

After hearing his answer, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni stood up suddenly, reached out to help him fasten his tie, and straightened the folds of his collar and shoulders—the movements were as skillful as before.

But now the mood and expression are different from those of the past.

Oni Wu Tsuji reached out to embrace her in his arms, lowered his face when Eight Hundred Bikuni raised his face and kissed his chin, and pressed his forehead against hers.

Their breaths entangled with each other's breaths, and when the temperature gradually rose, Gui Wu Tsuji kissed the corner of her mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I will be back tonight, it won't be too late."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni laughed, she let go of Onimai Tsuji, and reminded him when he was changing his shoes: "By the way, take the trash out with you and throw it away."

——*——

After closing the door of the apartment, the expression on Onimai Tsuji's face suddenly turned cold. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, swiped to the interface of call records, and dialed the number he just called.

The call was quickly connected, and before the other party could speak, Oni Wu Tsuji said, "Where do we meet?"

The young man on the other end of the phone was sitting in an open-air coffee shop near the seaside. His eyes fell on the dark sea in the distance, and his handsome face was even paler under the light.

His eyes were black and blue as if he hadn't had a good rest, and his appearance was even weaker when his eyelids were slightly drooping. The young man didn't answer his question immediately, but said: "I just hung up the phone suddenly, is it right?" Not available?"

Hearing this kind of question, Onimai Tsuji's pupils shrank slightly, as if warning, he called out the young man's name: "You have too many questions, Fyodor."

Although the Russian named [Fyodor] is one of the members of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man like Onimai Tsuji, his scope of activities and style of doing things are quite different from him. The goal [Book], Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumai would never agree to join such an organization.

In fact, a few years ago, it was Fyodor who contacted Kimai Tsuji through certain channels.

Because it had an advantage in the chaotic period of that year, the power of Oniwu Tsujimuyou had already taken root in Yokohama, and it had expanded to the point that no organization in Yokohama could easily ignore it. Fyodor did not know what kind of thinking he was holding. He threw an olive branch.

In exchange for the information about the [Book], I received his trade channel from Gui Wu Tsuji Musai to do something——I can’t put it on the surface, but it’s a plan for the Five Decays of Heaven and Man to obtain the [Book] .

This kind of transaction actually made Guiwu Tsuji very disdainful at the beginning, but it has to be mentioned that this kind of thinking only stayed before seeing Fyodor with his own eyes. After seeing this pale and thin Russian, he thinking has changed.

This man made him feel a sense of crisis—not in terms of his appearance or appearance, but what seeped out of those eyes.

It was calmer than calm... madness.

Fyodor is an overly calm madman.

So Guiwu Tsuji suddenly felt that maybe he could really get the [Book].With this in mind, he agreed to the other party's proposal and became one of the five declines of heaven and man.

After that, Guiwu Tsuji's life didn't seem to have changed much. Even for him, joining the Five Decays of Heaven and Man was a wise choice.

Because a few years ago, when the [Dragon Head War] involving all organizations large and small in Yokohama happened, Fyodor even sent a reminder, so that the loss of Kimai Tsuji was minimized at that time .

With such contacts, his view of Fyodor seems to have changed slightly, but it does not mean that he trusts the other party more, but - he is more vigilant.

After provoking that level of turmoil, he did not leave any traces or rumors of him in Yokohama. It is the first time that Onimai Tsuji has seen a human being who can do this level.

This is not an existence measured by experience and knowledge, but a unique... human being.

When Onimui Tsuji rushed to the open-air cafe, Fyodor was still sitting on the chair, there was nothing in front of him, as if he was just sitting here enjoying the wind, and simply waiting for Onimui Tsuji to arrive .

But Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi can completely guess that he definitely didn't just want to meet him.Otherwise, they wouldn't have deliberately met him in the supermarket—as if they were afraid that Oni Wu Tsuji would not come out to meet him, so they made preparations in advance.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi has not told the eight hundred bhikkhuni his identity among the five declines of heaven and man until now, nor has he told the eight hundred bhikkhuni what method he will use to obtain the [book].

It's hard to say exactly what kind of mentality Guiwu Tsuji is living with the eight hundred bhikunis now, but if you want to ask him the simplest idea, then in Guiwu Tsuji's view, the current ordinary It seems that he is gradually adapting to his life.

Those things that he had never done in the past, he suddenly realized that it was not a difficult move after he actually did it. As long as Onimai Tsuji was willing, the so-called [ordinary life] was actually by his side all the time.

What is even more noteworthy is that he seems to really enjoy such an "ordinary life".

But Guiwu Tsuji still wants to get the [Book], just like he once wanted to get the blue Higan flower. After clearly understanding that there is no such thing as the blue Higan flower, the thing that can achieve [Perfect Immortality] starts from the blue Bianhua turned into 【Book】.

The perfect immortality possessed by the Yabai Bhikkhuni still makes Onimai Tsuji very concerned about it even now.

He has always longed for such a thing, but he has never been able to obtain such a thing. After being accelerated by the medicine made by Zhushi nearly a hundred years ago, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou clearly felt his own of aging.

His changes have always been [deterioration], but the changes in Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni have always been [optimization].

Because Bhikkhuni Yabai is a completely different existence from Mitsuki Tsuji, the changes that happen to Bhikkhuni Yabai will never make her grow old, nor will she die.

If their lives were truly extended to the extreme, Oni Wu Tsuji would still leave the side of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni one day—even if that future would probably be tens of millions of years away.

But this kind of grudge has always existed in Onimai Tsuji's mind. Compared with the idea of ​​just wanting to live at the beginning, now Onimai Tsuji wants to live in a specific way— ——With the one you love, you can always walk in the endless time without end.

He originally wanted to get the [Book], and after using the [Book] to realize his wish, he would tell Babaichuni his true thoughts, but Fyodor's sudden appearance even showed a desire to After appearing in front of the eight hundred bhikkuni, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have told the eight hundred bhikkuni a little earlier about his thoughts.

But it should also be Onimai Tsuji who told her, not...

"I saw your wife," Fyodor smiled, as if he was happy for him from the bottom of his heart, and a blessed smile appeared on his pale face: "When we were shopping together in the supermarket , Ghost Dance Tsuji-kun surprised me, there was a gap between your image and my impression, I thought...you were someone who wouldn't fall in love."

Oni Wu Tsuji narrowed his eyes, and replied casually: "I don't think I know you well enough to talk about this kind of topic."

In fact, if it was earlier, Ghost Wu Tsuji would definitely give the other party a cold face mockingly, and would not even answer at all.

But now he has changed too much, and all these changes... are all because of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni.