took over the family of the Three-Eyed Clan, carried it with the Dead Soul Worm, and the Kikyo greeted him.

I saw Ma Qianjun standing with a woman wearing a bronze beast head mask, holding a bell in her hand.

After thinking about it, I remembered the woman's name.

Wushan faction, Wu Chaoyun.

It's just that the atmosphere between the two is a little delicate, Wu Chaoyun can't see his expression clearly under the mask, but looking at the appearance of holding his hands on his chest and ignoring Ma Qianjun, he seems to be angry.

And Ma Qianjun's expression was even more subtle, his eyes were obviously embarrassed to death, but he pretended to be an ordinary natural look.

Did something happen?

It's useless to guess, and the bellflower doesn't intend to blame Ma Qianjun for not listening to his battle plan, and falling on the dragon head that stopped advancing.

The place is quite wide, and he glanced at the Jianghu people who followed him, and at this time, Ling broke free from Ma Qianjun's hand and ran over to hug Kikyo's leg.

Raising his head, he said with teary eyes: "Sister Master." ”

I haven't seen you in a while, so I'm scared of a stranger.

Kikyo lost his hands, that is, he couldn't hold the bell, and he couldn't touch his head comfortingly, so he had to comfort him softly: "I'm scared, next time my sister won't leave you again." ”

"Does it hurt?"

Cold, Suzu asked crying.

Such a question made Kikyo stunned for a moment.

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts.

The damage to the clay body will be fed back to the soul, which is one of the reasons why the clay body is almost the same as in front of the body, you can see, you can move, you can feel the wind flying around, you can hear the soft chirping of summer insects in your ears, you can smell the inferior air mixed with toxic substances in the city day after day, you can eat food that you have never tasted before you have never tasted in your life, and you can feel that it is really good to be alive from the bottom of your heart.

Therefore, it hurts, it hurts, it is a painful pain that ordinary people can't feel, and it comes to the depths of the soul. (A lot of the settings were written before the chapter.) ）

This level of pain is cruel torture even in many forms of soul torture.

But there is no way for the bellflower.

I can only endure it.

It is also necessary to endure it.

Women are naturally good at enduring pain, especially a woman like her.

Strong as she is, she will never show her powerless and fragile side in front of outsiders.

It will not show such a dilemma in front of the eyes of relatives.

Therefore, it is never easy to cry out for pain, and it will not cry out for pain.

All that is left is a strong and reliable back, and a terrifying Shura posture in the face of enemies.

Pain, don't shout a word.

It will not be written on the face, in the eyes.

In her bones, Kikyo is such a woman.

Of course, she is of course weak, she is just good at arming herself, arming her heart, body, soul.

The body made of clay, with a little control, can control the facial expression, forming facial paralysis (cold arrogance), causing the enemy to not be able to understand her emotions and state at this time.

But in the face of the disciple's surprise at this moment, no one was surprised and noticed the heart-warming problem, the bellflower was inconvenient to reach out and stroke the little head of the bell, smiled and shook his head, squatted down, looked at the level of the bell, poked his head, his face lightly touched his face, and when his ears and temples were grinding, he said with a smile: "Is the bell afraid, is there a good one?" ”

"Nope!" Ling said categorically, deliberately accentuated his tone to show that he was really not afraid at all, and then reacted, if he said this, didn't he mean that he was not obedient, and said anxiously: "Ling is obedient, obediently follow that Onisan's side." ”

Onisan?

Speaking of which, Ma Qianjun's appearance does lack the beauty of his daughter's family, but he will not misidentify his gender.

But when I turned my head and thought about it, I was watching it every day in modern times, and there were beautiful male idol groups on TV one by one, plus I was young and my ability to distinguish was not strong, so it was normal to have cognitive misjudgments.

After all, the dog-legged killing pill around him is gray and beautiful, and from an aesthetic point of view, Kikyo feels that this child is definitely different from ordinary children.

Ma Qianjun herself has to be blamed for this, who told her to behave like a daughter, and she was as bold as a man.

Although Ling can't understand what Ma Qianjun said on weekdays, the dumb and deaf can still understand people's speech, and it seems quite reasonable to be an older brother.

Kikyo was amused, leaned back, saw that Suzu was tricked by herself, diverted her attention, stared at Suzu's eyes and said seriously and seriously, "Is there really a good one?" ”

"It's true! Suzu is obedient, master sister! Ling said anxiously, he was really well-behaved, and he didn't have any crying behavior along the way, even if he had seen some big scenes, such as charred corpses or something, he was obedient.

"What about fear?" Kikyo's tone became heavy.

Speechless for a while, Suzu stared at her toes, and wanted to say that she was not afraid at all, but was debunked by Kikyo.

An eight-year-old child, and there are no familiar people around, so he is not afraid of ghosts.

"It's unforgivable to lie, Suzu, especially to cheat on the person you like the most and like you the most." Kikyo said, there is still a word not to say, but lying is an effective tactic, depending on the situation.

There are some things that you can't admit when you die, so you can only lie.

Kikyo doesn't want Suzu to become an honest child.

These contents are too complicated for children, so don't rush now, start with the simple ones and teach them next time.

Under the gaze of Kikyo, Suzu nodded slowly, and said aggrievedly wiping her tears, "Suzu is not afraid now." ”

Pitiful, but Kikyo looked at it and wanted to laugh, so he couldn't help but smile and said, "Suzu, you cunning little clever ghost." ”

"What about the master's sister, is it still painful?" Suzumi Kikyo looked miserable, but there was no painful look on his face, and he persistently did not forget the previous question, and asked.

"I really can't help you..."Gentle smile, originally intended to fool this question casually, Kikyo said: "I can only tell you one, don't tell others." ”

"Yes!" Suzu nodded heavily, with a resolute face, and said, "I won't tell anyone!" ”

With a mysterious smile on his face, Kikyo attached to Suzu's ear and said softly: "A little yo, just a little yo, Ling will help the master's sister blow it, and the pain will fly away." ”

"Really?" Suzu flashed her eyes wide and stared at Kikyo.

"I didn't lie to you." What is this pain, compared to it, it is still more painful in the heart, and he has once again created senseless killing.

She is really a cunning and heartless woman...

Squatting on the ground, Kikyo looked at Suzu with smiling eyes, looked at her helpless expression when she looked at her scarred body and didn't know where to start, and watched her gently hold her face and blow softly.

As he blew, he whispered a spell that flew away in pain.

The soft sound of children's voices lingers in my ears...

Seeing that Suzu found the little guy in the chest, he whispered in surprise.

Looking at the bell was curious, but didn't ask anything, continued, and blew away seriously.

"Did you blow it away?" Suzu asked.

"Yes." Kikyo nodded and replied softly.

There is some pain, which can't be smoothed or blown away...

The heart is broken into pieces, picked up, and the tinkering can continue to be used, but it can't be returned to the way it used to be.

"It's already flown away..."

"Great!"

Suzu smiled.

Kikyo smiled, and at this moment he already understood that walking in history and playing with history is also being played with by history.

Just like the arrow of the bow, you can't look back, you can only be caught up in the invisible and untouchable general trend, wrapped in it, all the way forward.

Perhaps, when the day comes when the dust returns to dust and the earth returns, everything that goes berserk will stop.

But now, when I am full of worries, how can I stop easily?

Let's face it...

Pain or happiness.

Do your best to live.

Probing his head, his face resting lightly on Suzu's face, Kikyo closed his eyes tiredly.