"You've asked it many times."
He didn't like to talk in the first place, and he was annoyed by her question before answering.
But there was no real boredom in his eyes.
Sumire stuck out her tongue, shrunk her neck, and stopped talking.
She didn't dare to talk to others like this, but she just couldn't help but want to talk to him, she wanted to know too much.
When the sun was setting, she was about to get up and cook, but he suddenly handed the mask over.
"It's your mask, drop a drop of blood on it."
It's almost a commanding tone.
Sumire didn't think about it, so she turned the camellia petals in her hand into a sharp blade and slashed it with her fingers.
Beads of blood popped up immediately, and she reached over and let them fall firmly on her mask.
"One drop is enough."
Just as the second drop of blood fell, a silver-white handkerchief wrapped around her finger.
Sumire didn't care about the handkerchief on her hand and the pain of the wound, but just stared at the mask: "Can you give this to me?"
I want to see it. ” "It's okay to see, but it has to be placed here in Ben Gongzi."
Masako gave her the mask.
This is a mask made of a real body made of violet, and now it has her demon blood, which is even more lustrous and beautiful.
In particular, a camellia at the center of the eyebrows seems to be coming to life.
As long as she lives, this mask will always look like this, and as long as she lives, this mask can become his constant weapon.
Even if she has been destroyed countless times, as long as she lives, the mask can be reborn.
She is alive, and the little demons who have chosen to follow him from the beginning are alive, and they are his most powerful power.
And Sumire is the most special of them all, so special that he always worries about her inadvertently.
"Childe ......"
Sumire carefully hugged the mask, her face happy and worried.
The phaseless bullet went to the sawdust on her body, and looked at her calmly: "What do you want to say?"
” Sumire looked up at him with a small face, looked at him blankly for a few breaths, and then shook her head again and again: "I just think this mask is really good-looking, Childe, your craftsmanship has improved again." ” Why?
Wasn't this mask carved for her?
How could it be that she could only look at it, but she couldn't have it and had to give it back to him?
She likes it and is very happy, but more than that, she is confused.
But those words still couldn't be asked after all, and the words turned around when they came to their mouths.
Naturally, she didn't even notice anything wrong with herself.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the Secret Pavilion......"
Wuxiangzi turned his face, but a subtle smile crept up on the corner of his mouth.
All the things of the past have been enlarged and deepened in front of his eyes as this mask continues to enlarge, as if it is about to be carved into his heart and bones!
He picked up the mask and walked along the grass tips that emerged from the snow.
I didn't know where I was going, so I walked aimlessly.
Suddenly, he saw a verdant tea tree in the middle of the forest, with green leaves piled with falling snow, just like her real body when it was in full bloom.
The clusters are snow-white, although the color is monotonous, but it can also be incredibly beautiful.
It's a pity that this is just an ordinary camellia tree, and the variety is not the same species as her.
There was a moment of sadness in his eyes, and he crouched under the tree and put the mask aside.
Then he didn't stop when he shaved the snow away one by one, revealing the wet soil, until a large hole was dug under the tea tree.
Every time he put his fingers into the dirt and dug out the rocks, he didn't use his demonic power.
Only then did I realize that I didn't have a demon power to protect my body, and I would have cut my fingers out of blood.
But why don't you feel the pain?
He was stunned for a while, grabbed the snow that was not splashed with mud next to him and rubbed it on his hands, until he rubbed all the dirt and blood from the broken skin of his fingers clean, and then used his demonic power to stop the bleeding before taking out a silver-white handkerchief and spreading it in the pit.
"You are white tea, come cleanly, go clean."
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He gently rubbed the mask and placed it on the handkerchief.
He tore off his clean sleeve robe and covered it, and then pulled the dirt that had been piled up into the hill little by little.
In a short time, a small grave was erected on the ground quite far from the market.
There is no tombstone, but a fresh tea branch is inserted in front of the grave.
Snowflakes are deliberately placed on the green leaves, like white tea in full bloom.
Back in the Secret Chamber, Muxiangzi immediately ordered a thorough investigation into who had killed Sumire.
"I want them to repay it with broken bones and ashes, and demon yuan annihilation!"
He shouted angrily, startling the little demons.
"Childe, could it be the Demon Hidden Pavilion?"
The demon who is in charge of the Secret Chamber.
Wuxiangzi looked at an untimely butterfly in the room, and his eyes were like flames: "Strictly investigate the Toad Palace!"
She had an accident when she sent the demon spirit to inform the Toad Palace of the news.
If it's not Toad Palace, who else can there be?
” "That'......
Over there.
"The monster doesn't seem to give up," Childe, there is news that the Toad Palace and the Demon Hidden Pavilion have joined forces. ” The implication of his words was obvious: it was not wise to only stare at either the Toad Palace or the Demon Treasure Pavilion, since they had joined forces, the Demon Treasure Pavilion was a well-deserved obstacle.
I do not get rid of it, and I do not feel at ease.
"Joining forces?
There is no need to worry too much, just with the virtue of the Toad Palace, even if they join forces with the Demon Treasure Pavilion, they will not really confess.
There will always be cracks in the union that does not give the bottom.
By the Demon Hidden Pavilion?
It's useless to rely on the gods.
Do it now. ” Wuxiangzi looked at his hands covered with small cuts, some of which rolled up, revealing irregular wounds.
"Yes."
The youkai didn't dare to object, and glanced at the banshee who was also standing respectfully beside him, and both of them withdrew at the same time.
Phaseless waved open the window and let the snow break in.
Just like the day he went out of the Toad Palace......
Wait a minute!
Wuxiangzi suddenly held his head, and pressed his fingers his eyebrows.
Why is there a memory about Toad?
He was shocked and suspicious, but beads of sweat broke out on his back.
The headache of remembering something important almost tore him apart!
Ivy Skirt ......
Toad Palace......
The person he has been looking for, even if he becomes a phaseless, he will spare no effort to collect the person Dan Xinzi is looking for.
For her sake, he tried every means to escape the pursuit and kill the divine soldiers.
But who is she?
What's her name?
Wuxiangzi gritted his teeth, and cold sweat broke out on his head.
Since when did his memory start to deteriorate?
"Uh-" He muffled and swept away everything he could touch, then stumbled to the window.
Holding the window, he gasped.
One hand is still pressed on his forehead, and he can't wait to push back this pain that even the demon power can't suppress!
Snowy days, fissures, cages, secluded ......
Wuxiangzi forced himself to think hard, and just when he was in so much pain that his brain almost exploded (if he didn't explode himself, he would be squeezed), an abrupt voice suddenly appeared in his head.
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"Since you want to remember it so much, I'll give it back to you—"