Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

If I could, I would never want to take drugs in my life.

The moonlight is like a rising tide of sea water, flooding the entire night world, and where the tide overflows, the ink color is covered with a layer of translucent white.

The lounge of Butterfly House is quiet, the flame in the lampshade is burning quietly, while the flame is dancing, the shadow cast on the wall is also twisting and dancing.

The warm fire light is like the light and shadow of flowing water, overflowing the table and the floor.

Butterfly's smiling face was shrouded in the shadow of the lights. Even in dim light, with Uchiha's extraordinary eyesight, I could still see the blue veins on the other's forehead.

Butterfly looked down at me, with thick shadows under his eyes, making his already gloomy face even more gloomy.

"How long has this been going on?" Butterfly finally spoke after a long time.

I smacked my lips, a little uncertain: "Probably... maybe yesterday afternoon."

When you ran to a waterfall and did a free fall?

I didn't pay that much attention.

I haven't been sick for a long time, except for the high fever after Mrs. Eri's death and some aftereffects from injuries on the battlefield, I have almost never had any special illnesses.

After changing the body, those old wounds have disappeared with the death of the former body. The new body is younger and more energetic than Konoha's time, without ugly scars, and no gnawing like ants on rainy days Bite-like sequelae.

I can jump up and down, I can run around, and I don’t feel pain in rainy days, but I ignore that people are born, old, sick and die, even my body that has been baptized in the battlefield is the same.

Butterfly narrowed his eyes slightly: "Stick out your tongue."

I let out an "ah" and stuck out my tongue obediently.

Butterfly frowned, picked up the lamp on the table, brought it closer to my tongue, took a closer look, and then put the lamp back on the table.

"I feel like you've had a low-grade fever for several days." Butterfly looked at me sideways, "You only vaguely noticed it yesterday."

My head was dizzy, and the temperature on my face didn't drop. My whole body felt cloudy, and my body was as light as a cloud.

The tongue of flame in the lamp danced quietly, the fiery red light was rippling in the lamp oil in the lamp, and the shadow of the tall lamp was stretched long on the table.

Butterfly sighed: "I've never met anyone like you, can't you take care of yourself a little?"

Butterfly’s words went in my left ear and out of my right ear, my brain seemed to be stuffed with paste, my whole body seemed to have been roasted on a fire, and my breathing was scorching hot.

"Sorry..." I lowered my eyes, thinking that I can't do anything now, so I can only say these two words.

Butterfly held his forehead, and it seemed that he didn't intend to believe me when I said that I should correct my mistakes.

Regarding this matter, I can say that I have never changed my mind after repeated admonitions. Every time I fooled around with an attitude of 'I'm sorry, I will dare next time'.

Butterfly picked up the writing brush on the table, and raised the corners of her mouth, full of malice: "I can't mess with you."

I tilted my head, thinking that if I can't do it, I don't want to do it.

Butterfly continued to smile: "But Mr. Yuanyi can."

My body froze, and my mind was full of shit.

Butterfly turned her head and looked at the cold full moon in the black sky. The moon tonight seemed unexpectedly round and beautiful, hanging in the night sky like a fine jade carving.

"It's so late, Kyoko and the others have already gone to bed." Butterfly continued slowly, "So I have to ask Mr. Yuanyi to decoct the medicine."

I:"……"

Butterfly reached out to pick up the writing brush on the pen holder, and while writing on the paper, she told me in a faintly angry voice: "I will tell Mr. Yuanyi to let you drink your medicine properly."

"Don't think about pouring it out secretly." Butterfly raised her eyes and gave me a threatening look.

Different people, the same words, all vaguely carry the meaning of warning.

"Don't even think about dumping it secretly."

The red-haired woman with the seal rune hair ornament curled her mouth and smiled gently and dignifiedly, but the words that came out of her mouth were vaguely threatening.

I have to wonder if they are the roundworms in my stomach. Yuanyi, Butterfly, and the former Uzumaki Mito, all three of them can say the same thing at the same time, and I can see the little Jiujiu in my heart.

"I'll tell Mr. Madara." The woman in my memory looked at me with a smile.

Even the way of threatening is exactly the same.

I sighed, and said in my heart that I was really haunted.

Butterfly suddenly looked up at me, not understanding why I sighed at this time.

"How about I give you some candied fruit?" Butterfly thought for a while and said.

I:"……"

So you plan to not even give me candied fruit?

Drinking medicine without candied fruit, you let me die.

"I will drink the medicine well." A deep sense of powerlessness filled my heart. I don't know if it is the feeling of dizziness or the exhaustion brought by the memories. I didn't bargain with the butterfly.

Butterfly put the brush back on the pen holder, the warm candlelight reflected on that beautiful cheek, and the candlelight danced in the pupils.

"Butterfly." I said softly, "Did someone tell you that you can't hide the emotion in your eyes."

The calm cheeks, the calm expression, but the emotion in the eyes is like the rising tide of sea water.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Human emotions can be expressed in ways other than the eyes, and can also be covered up in ways other than the eyes.Body language movements, after some training, can be concealed, but the emotions revealed by the eyes are not so easy to conceal.

In addition to the need for excellent psychological quality, it also requires excellent responsiveness. After realizing that one's emotions are wrong, one can adjust and cover up one's emotions in an instant.

Butterflies are good at hiding the emotions expressed by their body language, but they are not good at hiding the emotions expressed in their eyes.

For nearly 20 years, there is no need to fight against people, no need to play psychological tactics with people, and after the object of confrontation is replaced by ghosts, there is still no need for so many twists and turns, but some things are still deeply left in the bones and soul within.

Although I'm really stupid in some ways, it doesn't mean I'm really stupid.

"You can speak up if you have something to say."

Butterfly paused, looked up at me, and after a while of silence, said slowly: "Miss Ge, your wind chill may not be just wind chill."

The lights in the cups were jumping, and the Japanese room was a bit too quiet, the candlelight stretched the shadows long, and the shadows cast on the wall were eerie and quiet.

"Of course, this is my guess." Butterfly added.

I paused, bit the tip of my tongue, and tried my best to wake up my consciousness from the dizziness with the slight pain.

I signaled Butterfly to continue.

Butterfly looked at the shallow wound on my cheek.

"That wound has never really healed." Butterfly said.

I was silent, neither speaking nor denying.

This wound has never really healed, and such a shallow wound in the past should be almost healed, but when this wound is lightly stroked, there will still be a slight stabbing pain.

Is it because it was injured by the blade transformed from the ghost's arm?

I lowered my eyes, habitually concealing the emotions that showed in my eyes.

"I will add a little medicine extracted from wisteria flowers to the medicine." Butterfly continued, "Take the medicine well."

"don't want……"

"Don't think about throwing it away secretly." I finished the sentence for her.

Butterfly nodded, "It's good to know. Pay attention to your body recently. If there is anything unusual, you should come to me in time. After all, I am a doctor."

Butterfly glanced at me: "It's a good thing I didn't go to bed, otherwise Mr. Yuanyi would bring you to the Butterfly House in the middle of the night and I wouldn't know who to look for."

I obediently shut my mouth and listened obediently to Butterfly's nagging, always feeling embarrassed because I came uninvited in the middle of the night.

Cannibals have short mouths and short hands, not to mention that I had a fever in the middle of the night, so Yuan Yi had to go to the butterfly house to disturb the butterflies.

Butterfly reached out and touched my forehead again, then touched his own, and frowned: "After taking some special medicine, the feeling has subsided a little, but it's still very hot."

Probably because the Uchiha Chakra is more negative, my body temperature is a little lower than ordinary people, just like the reason why Yuanyi’s body temperature is higher than ordinary people all year round, it’s all because of his unique constitution, which is too low The temperature is not suitable for Yuanyi, and the temperature that is too low is also not suitable for me.

Facts have proved that this feeling is strange and familiar.

The reason it’s unfamiliar is because it hasn’t happened for a long, long time. I didn’t have a fever after dragging Madara all the way in the rainy day. The reason it’s familiar is because I’ve had such an illness before, but that was a long, long time ago thing.

I didn't react for a while.

There is a relationship that penetrates the world - I can see the abnormality of my body at a glance. After living with him, there are almost no minor ailments such as wind and cold. In my own cognition, I have never been sick. Suddenly he developed a high fever, Yuanyi was a little flustered, after reaching out to touch my forehead, he resolutely ignored my own opinion, picked me up and rushed to the butterfly house.

The feeling of being sick is really wanting to be... bad.

After Mrs. Eri gave birth to Izuna, she was ill in bed all day and all night, her cheeks were so pale that there was no blood, and her body was so thin that almost only the skeleton was left, so weak that even talking for a while would add a little fatigue.

Butterfly pressed me under the quilt without saying a word, "Mr. Yuanyi will be back soon, you have a good rest."

After finishing speaking, he tucked the quilt up for me, "Relax honestly, I will help you tell the master that you are on vacation."

I moved my lips, feeling that speaking was a difficult problem, and my brain didn't seem to listen to my wishes.

The smiling face of Mrs. Eri appeared in my mind, beautiful and weak, like the blooming cherry blossoms, heavy, as if it might collapse at any time.

It's just that a simple wind and cold is so uncomfortable, how did Mrs. Eri survive in the first place?

"I see." I said softly.

Butterfly glanced at me again, turned around and walked out of the room. With a soft "click", the door of the room was closed.

The room was quiet again.

I turned over, and the movement caused a slight friction with the fabric, making a rustling sound.

A small gap was opened in the window, and the mercury-like moonlight flowed in through the gap, the dark shadow outside the window swayed, and the vibrating wings of night insects, light and shadow flowed among them.

There was a mess in his head, for a while it was the pale and beautiful face of Eri's sister-in-law, always with a slight smile, and for a while it was Quanna, who was still a boy in the snow, kicking white snowflakes, turning around, smiling like Hee I kept calling me "Rain Song", and then it rained heavily again. The black rain curtain covered the whole world, and I dragged my dead Madara, walking in despair like a walking dead.

With a "click", the picture in my mind stopped abruptly.

There is no rain, no snow, no dying woman, no teenager kicking snowflakes in the snow, no endless despair and darkness.

Moonlight streamed into the wooden floor of the room through the gap in the door, like a flood of water.

I thought it was the butterfly coming back.

I turned over, closed my eyes, a little puzzled, and sat up from the bed: "Didn't you say..."

The crimson hair tail, the sun ring earrings quietly hanging on the ear, and the red feather weaving appeared in the realization, and the moonlight fell on him like a piece of paper that was cut into pieces.

"Yuanyi." I paused.

Without saying a word, Yuanyi walked to the bedside with the medicine bowl in his hand, and handed the bowl containing the black medicine to me. His red eyes were so calm that I felt a little scared.

I gritted my teeth and poured the bowl of bitter stuff down my throat. When I put down the bowl, someone stuffed candied fruit into my mouth.

I smashed it and smashed my mouth, thinking that this operation is a bit familiar.

Yuanyi sat down, reached out and touched my forehead, "Is it better?"

I smashed my mouth, chewing the candied fruit in my mouth, trying to submerge the bitterness of the medicine in the sweetness: "It's better."

"I don't know if I will be burned into a fool." I flattened my mouth.

Yuanyi thought for a while: "I asked, but the butterfly said that if you come a little later, it might be fine."

I:"……"

"Did you have a nightmare?" Yuan Yi touched my cheek.

I turned my head subconsciously, the temperature of my fingertips was too hot, like flying sparks.

Yuanyi was a little puzzled, with more worry than doubt in his eyes: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"No... just sleep, maybe it'll be fine." I said a little stammeringly, the temperature on my cheeks burning even more vigorously.So strong that I have the illusion that it won't cool down.

Yuan stuffed me back into the quilt: "Then have a good sleep, I'm right here."

The soft cloth gently rubbed against the skin, and the temperature on the cheeks could not be lowered. The crimson hair tails fell on the white bedding, as if splashed with sparks, and the temperature in the bedding suddenly became hot.

I arched my head into the quilt, and most of my face was buried in the quilt. The coldness in the dream was in stark contrast to the excessive scorching heat in reality.

After Madara's death, my nightmares have never ended. Even if it is a shallow nap, those nightmares will emerge from the deepest depths like a rising tide, flooding my consciousness with rushing and roaring, and the frenzy of nightmares floods into my nasal cavity , Mouth, block the breathing path, take away the last trace of temperature around you, throw people into the deepest part of the nightmare, fall into the abyss and then wake up from the suffocation, facing the reality that is no different from hell.

I once suspected that I was not in the world, but in hell.

But that is indeed the world, the world where I am alone and have no one to accompany me.

Perhaps the world after death is the human world.

I stretched out my hand from under the quilt, reached out and grabbed the red hair tail hanging on the quilt, and put it in the palm of my hand.

"Song?" Yuan Yi's doubtful voice came from above his head, "Can't you sleep?"

I gave a slight "hmm".

"Are you just sitting like this all night?" I raised my head slightly from under the quilt and looked at him, "I just came back from outside, so I'm very tired."

Yuanyi was silent for a while: "I have no problem."

I am fish-eyed, and I really want to pull the butterfly back and let her see, I am not the only "such a person" she said.

"I can give you some of my quilt." I moved into the quilt and said softly.

The wisteria flowers outside the window hang down quietly, the moonlight sprinkles a thin layer of frost on the purple flowers, and the elongated shadow quietly falls on the window sill.

Yuanyi was silent, tilted his head and thought for a while, then slowly got into the bed like he did when he was a child.

I:"……"

It felt hotter under the quilt, as if the sun had been stuffed inside.

This is a single bed, which is just right for sleeping alone. My figure is thin, and with the addition of Yuanyi who has grown tall and big after adulthood, it is unavoidably crowded.

I turned over with difficulty.

"Will it be uncomfortable?" A warm breath was gently breathed into the ear.

I paused: "It's very warm."

Really warm, just a little too warm.

When he was very young, he was like a malnourished kitten, trekking across mountains and rivers from a place I didn’t know to the field ridge. I took him by the hand and went home, and the bright stars in the sky fell into my eyes. Bright and cold, but my hands are warm.

Because I took a little sun home.

My perennial uninterrupted nightmare was also stopped on the night he came. Since the night when the Valley of the End appeared, I had a long and peaceful sleep without sleep for the first time. The child fell asleep, and in the dream I held the sun in my arms.

The person behind turned over, and my whole body fell into his arms. Thinking about it this way, it was as if he was holding me from behind to sleep.

"Is this more comfortable?" he said again.

I turned over and faced him, my nostrils were full of his smell, like the smell of being in the sun.

"Yeah." The breathing gradually calmed down, and Yuanyi's chest was close at hand, and his eyelids gradually became heavy.

"It's late." Slightly raised his eyes, he saw the moonlight behind Yuanyi, and the cold moonlight sprinkled a layer of fine silver on the crimson hair, "It's a surprise that the butterfly didn't beat me up." ah."

That grumpy girl.

Yuanyi gave a soft "hmm": "I will thank you and apologize tomorrow."

"Then I'll go with you." Consciousness gradually became chaotic, and I replied to him in a half-dream and half-awake state.

"Okay." The voice from the ear was low, with warm breath on the forehead, "Good night."

"Good night." I half-muttered half-response.

……

If I could still think that I made a mistake before, maybe, maybe I am not the kind of emotion that Butterfly said. After all, Uchiha’s emotions are always a little... different from ordinary people, think about Madara and Quanna, brother The mysterious brotherhood between the two before, and then think about Madara and Senju Hashirama... Bah, my eldest nephew is straight, a straight man of steel!Forget about the dog competition!

Now I really can't deny it.

I really... Really, I don't know what to do, Yuanichi.

……

The first ray of sun fell into the room in the morning, and the dust rose and fell in the pale golden sunlight, like a rising mist, permeating the room.

My consciousness gradually came back, and what I saw was Yuanyi's face.

The skin is fair and delicate, the slender eyelashes flutter slightly like a butterfly, breathing evenly.

I couldn't help it, raised my hand and poked his cheek.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the other party slowly opened his eyes.

"Morning." I blinked.

"Morning." The crimson eyes were calm and unwavering, and the voice was as steady as a calm lake. It was impossible to imagine that not long ago, those eyes would be like the undulating lake surface, driven by emotions.

Yuanyi leaned against my forehead, and pressed his forehead lightly against mine, "The fever seems to have subsided."

I blinked, opened my mouth, and just about to speak, the door was pushed open with a "click", and Yuan subconsciously sat up from the bed.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Butterfly's daily smiling voice came from behind Yuanyi, "I'll come in after you finish tidying up."

After the other party closed the door as if nothing had happened, the air fell into an excessive silence.

Yuan Yi lowered his head and looked at me: "Shall we get up?"

Me: "... Oh."

These words are strange.

The author has something to say:

Butterfly: catching rape in bed jpg.

When I came home, I found Yuan Yichan, who was sitting in the courtyard with an abnormal expression: I was frightened jpg.

PS: If you are sick, you should seek medical treatment in time.

So decisively ignored Ge's opinion, picked up the man and ran to Butterfly House.

The butterfly who stays up late and can't sleep: a little irritable jpg.

感谢在2021-01-0321:41:41~2021-01-0622:42:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: . . . . 20 bottles; 6 bottles of Kira; 1 bottle of morning blue dye;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!