As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

When the sun came down, I felt the warmth from the vines, it was just the morning sun, but I felt a sudden sense of relief.

Even Gui Wu Tsuji was burnt to ashes without any resistance the moment he came into contact with the sunlight, not even a drop of blood remained.

However, I always have a feeling of uneasiness in my heart.Corresponding to the warmth of the sun, I feel a little chilly in my heart. I probably have something I haven’t done, something very important——

At this moment, I suddenly heard a dull voice.

"Really, it drove me to a corner."

Ghost dance Tsuji no misery? !

I was shocked, not to mention other things, just because of my current state, I no longer have any sense of hearing to use.There is no hearing, no sight, no smell, no taste, only the only one that can feel the touch.

Maybe you can still keep in touch with Xuan Mi one-way?

I don't know, and I'm not sure.

Because I can't feel Xuan Mi's response to me at all.

"Accident, I'm still alive."——Not from the outside, but from the inside of the body——

my voice?

No, it's the sound coming from inside my body.

The ghost blood injected into my body!

In an instant, I finally remembered this incongruity. Before, I thought that my vegetalization had already neutralized this part of the specially processed ghost blood, but it turned out that the concentration reached the level that could be used as a string.

But now under the sun, I still can only feel the warmth instead of the ghost’s fear and burning of the sun—the blue Bianhua and ghost blood are perfectly integrated in my body circuit.

It’s over.

This means that this part of the ghost blood in my body, the last clone of Ghost Mai Tsuji, has overcome the danger of the sun, if he is given time to recover...

This protracted war will also be a victory for Onimai Tsuji.

I have already paid so much, how could I fail in the end?

But how can the ghost king who is no longer afraid of the sun be killed.

Will you die with me?

I'm not actually afraid of dying together, but this last seed of mine...

etc!In the end, I won't hang up the result, and I will end up with a ghost dance Tsuji Wumi!

Hey, I always feel that this plot is very familiar, hiss——

I really don't know what's going on, why don't I feel nervous at all, that kind of anxious atmosphere doesn't seem to come from Ghost Mai Tsuji?

At this time, I suddenly felt that my buds were being grabbed.

Don't pull my buds!

The fluff on the sprouts is the touch of the skin, so I can vaguely judge from the temperature, this is Tanjiro... probably.

The consumption of the battle is very high for everyone. The pattern I left before has been completely consumed. Without the support of the strength of the imprint made in advance, I can't change the angle of view, so I naturally become confused.

Tanjiro's somewhat rough fingers are touching my small buds——no, Brother Tanjiro, do you have the kind of consciousness that what you are touching now is my real body?

For a moment, I kind of had a question: this kid doesn't want to gay me, does he?

But then, I had the next question, what does gay mean? Have I ever studied Western language?Or is this the effect brought about by the fusion of Onimai Tsuji's blood and my body?

After all, I heard that Onimai Tsuji has a hobby of learning other languages ​​and Western knowledge.

So the memories of me and Wumi Oniwu Tsuji have begun to merge to a certain extent, or in other words, Wumi Oniwu Tsuji wants to assimilate me in this way?devour me?

But no matter where it is, I find it very strange.

Hiss—ah, Tanjiro, please don't touch the buds of my body like this, it's really sensitive!

And plants don’t wear clothes in the first place. If I were in the human form at this time—hey, the picture is so beautiful that I dare not think about it at all.

No, I was originally a plant, so why not think about it?

Calm down, I feel that Tanjiro's hand is not touching casually - it is very regular, like, like writing!

Are you trying to convey something to me?

I calmed down, held back the itching feeling, and began to reproduce what Tanjiro wrote on my buds stroke by stroke.

It doesn't look like a pseudonym—is it a Chinese character?

Sensitive as it is, it's like having another person write with their fingers on me, and it's actually something very difficult to discern.

Not to mention, my buds are very small, not even half the size of a palm, so the area under stress is limited.

However, Tanjiro has always been quite persistent, probably because I haven't given him any response, so he keeps repeating.

I don't have hands to try to write, so I can only trace in my mind one stroke at a time.

A dot, a horizontal line, two vertical lines, a small dot facing the left - it should be a swipe, and then another dot, followed by a very coherent horizontal and vertical swipe.

——The characters made up of these strokes...

So familiar, very familiar——

I felt my brain cleared up, and it was Komaji's previous words that sounded in my ears again—recovering my own name.

name?

Is this my name?

That's my name!

When did this have the name?

Along with Tanjiro's touch, I suddenly felt a chill on my neck, as if someone was hugging me from behind.

Where did my neck come from now?

It was pitch black all around, and I seemed to be in my own consciousness space, and I could even see my hands when I lowered my head.In the next second, another pair of paler, even pale hands stretched out from behind me, covered my hands, and dyed my nails with a blue gradient color.

When those pale hands pressed it, the originally round fingernails also became longer and sharper along the direction of the growth of the fingers of the other hand.

Don't grow any longer, don't these kind of nails pierce your buttocks when you go to the toilet?

Or say I am a little flower in the world, I don't go to the toilet.

I feel like my consciousness is very confused, which makes me have a strong sense of separation.

I am me, but not me.

Isn't this philosophical?

The shoulders sank, a bit like a ghost story, I just turned my head and saw a head next to me - the mocking look of Guiwu Tsuji, showing a mouth with ghost teeth to me. He smiled strangely, like a coconut in the dark, except that this "coconut" may be bigger than me when taken out.

Wait, that cold feeling on my back is...

I'm sooooooooooooooo!

Go to NM's Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan, don't be gay with me!

I climbed Kongtong Mountain overnight, believe it or not!

I flicked it, only to find that Boss Crumb seemed to grow on my body—is it a Thai horror movie!

Grass, a plant, is exactly what I am now.

Why did it become like this this time—although I have set people on plants before, I really didn't want to become like this.

Is there anything wrong.

And you, don't touch it, Tietouwa, isn't your wife watching from the side? Is Kanaihu still in the state of the vermilion eyes of the other side? Can't you see it in detail?

It shouldn't be the case, I've used up all my abilities, and if I use the Bian Zhuan again, I'm really going to be blind.

Under the stimulation of boss crumbs who almost joined me, I just felt that I couldn't stay in this world for a moment.

I don't want to make a horror movie with Boss Zha at all—it's not even a joint venture, it's a perfect fit!

Things have developed to this point, and I probably know... Does the world consciousness have any opinion on me? I feel that the world consciousness is very malicious to me this time.

I originally thought that the connection with the world this time should be the rust left on my face by the old cross before, but now it seems that it should be a soy sauce bomb used to confuse me!

The kind of connection that really keeps me here is the whole body that I'm traveling through this time.

No matter how you look at it, there is a state of world consciousness that is determined to keep me.

I'm afraid it's not a serious illness. Fortunately, when I assimilated, the state that the drug can't be stopped was perfectly displayed. By the way, I would like to thank the third brother for giving me the inspiration for self-explosion. come back to me.

If Boss Scrap hadn't given me a stimulus, I wouldn't have remembered all of this all at once.

Of course, the safe word should be given to Tanjiro, the one who can guarantee that the decisive battle will definitely be there, and the one who is more reliable, is Tanjiro--if the other two of the trio are replaced, Zenitsu may not be awake, Inosuke...

Forget it, Inosuke doesn't seem to remember anything except his own name, it's too unsafe.

Having said that, why did the third brother say such things to me at that time?

I obviously didn't reveal anything to him.

Press down all the questions, don’t think too much about the things in this world now, think about something good—my cp comes true, third brother and Lianxue, double death is HE—this is the idea I firmly believe in.

I almost got involved in my cp, and I was terrified.

Itching—almost forgot that Tanjirou was still touching.

No, I feel like I have to get out, biologically I don't think my sense of self will last long.After I go back, I have to study it with my friends, this time it's a bit too weird.

I have to figure out all those questions!

I have never had such an attachment to the world consciousness before. After all, I am an experienced person. Although it is difficult to fully describe it in words, I just feel a pull between the worlds in my body.

Ah——it may also be Tanjirou and Boss Suki who are pulling me.

Wait, if I think about it this way, I suddenly feel that Boss Scrap and I are also very easy to drink?Or can you add Tanjiro?

I'm still in this vegetative state, isn't this an element that only exists in some kind of book?

Is my XP getting weirder?

If this continues, I feel that I can directly publish the book.

Why are you even eating your own cp, hey!

Hurry up and get this thing behind me away!

Xuan Mi - Yes, Xuan Mi!Save the child, quickly help me get rid of the last part of my body, only after I get rid of this, can I go back.

I concentrate, the one-way connection with Xuan Mi should still be there, but I don't know how much past it can convey.

Find a sun wheel knife to crush my little seed.

From the sprouts, I struggled to expose the lowest seed.

Boss Scraps' consciousness hugged me tightly from behind, and pinched my neck from the front with his hands, as if trying to tear my neck apart.

Please, boss crumbs, the current me has no sense...

Seems like it hurts a little bit?

Is this my delusional PTSD, or is it really painful?

Help, world consciousness won't start again, can you still play me for the second time?

Xuan Mi, please give me some strength, quickly convey my meaning to other people, and everyone in the Demon Slayer Squad, can you take care of my difficult situation, less nostalgia, and more practical things.

Wait a minute, if that's the case, is my elder brother's cape still in the Ghost Slayer Squad? !

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My crocodile's tears have not been shed yet, and in the space of consciousness, something suddenly fell from the sky, like the sword of Damocles, piercing heavily between me and the boss.

As if some connection was severed, that familiar pulling feeling came from my body——

Goodbye, and you!

I felt a sore nose—don't get me wrong, I wasn't moved to tears, I just had a sore nose.

The bridge of my nose hit the ipad, it hurts so much!

It's much more uncomfortable than the PTSD that I still have a little bit of feeling.

So it turned out that the moment I crossed the front bump, was it so ruthless?

"Why didn't you say you were changing clothes?" It was a familiar, mother's voice!

Oh oh oh oh, back, back!

I feel very happy, happier than any time I came back.

Because the feeling that I would really be left there was really strong.

I turned my head and was about to give my mother a big hug when I saw my mother pointing at me while lowering her head to pick up the dustpan, "Do you want to take off your clothes to try on your wig?"

Ok?

What a wig, what stripping.

I was a little belated, and I looked down and saw that I was not wearing anything.

Even my mother can't do it, I've grown up!

He quickly pulled the quilt from the bed next to him and wrapped it around his body.

"It's just right, you took off your pajamas, I'm going to do the laundry, give it to me." Mom looked at the messed up bed and the quilt on me, so she didn't look for it by herself, and asked me directly.

pajamas?

Where can I have pajamas for her?

"I'll do it myself, you go out first!" I felt my face was getting hot, I've never been naked in front of my mother since I can remember!

It's just that I was with friends before, and it's not like I didn't meet each other honestly in the bathhouse.In front of my mother, I pick my feet even more!

Gender awareness!

My mother must have seen that I was embarrassed, smiled a little, walked out, and said to me before closing the door, "Throw the clothes into the washing machine for a while and show your father, I will take you out to buy clothes, Hurry up and take off your makeup, let's go back early."

What makeup?

Hearing the sound of closing the door, I suddenly had a very bad premonition.

I didn't even look for my shoes, and went straight to the ground, barefoot, in front of the full-length mirror in my room.

Look at the cyan eyebrows, cyan eyelashes, cyan leg hair, and cyan long hair——

Is there something wrong with the way I put it back on? !