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Tick Tick.

Liquid drips on the stone steps, ringing a pleasant bell.

The stone steps reflected the moonlight and illuminated the girl's face.

The girl seemed to have just returned from a grand ceremony.

The black dress was spotless, cinched just right at the cuffs and waist, and had a row of short pleats at the white collar on the chest.

The breeze blew through, and the hem of the girl's skirt and the floating collar on her chest swayed slightly.

Natsuki was stunned, the first time he had seen Shiho like this.

It seems that the aristocracy came out of the classics.

But her body was dripping blood.

On the black dress, dark red roses were dyed one after another, seductive and deadly.

She should not hold a gun in her hand, but a sword, facing the black feathers flying and falling in the sky, and the long sword pointed at it, indifferently giving judgment to the living.

did not find the adult

Natsuki slowly got up from the sofa, and the girl also walked into the living room.

"I'm back."

The girl said.

Her eyes were clear, and her ice-blue eyes were like a quiet lake, calm and indifferent.

Her expression was as cold as ever, as if she was covered in blood, just petals flying in the sky after a banquet, and decorations falling on her body.

The girl's sandalwood lips opened lightly, just about to explain.

After the death of "Shirley", Natsuki received the pain that Shirley's physical experience experienced.

She gained the memory of "Shirley".

Including, how to use white dry to restore the original body shape.

And how Natsuki steals beams and changes columns, so that Gin Jiu confirms that "Shirley" is dead....

However, Natsuki hugged her into his arms.

The sudden hug made the words she was about to say dissipate in her mouth.

Natsuki's embrace was light.

It's not the kind of enthusiasm that can melt ice and snow, as if I am afraid that the other party will leave if I let go, so I have to hug tightly and can't wait to rub it into my arms.

Nor is it an expression of longing.

Just a simple hug that speaks for itself.

She could clearly feel that Natsuki's body seemed to tremble slightly.

The corners of her mouth curled slightly, allowing Natsuki to hold her in his arms.

For now, it seems that there is no need to explain....

About what happened after she left, and the blood all over her body....

Maybe Natsuki had already guessed.

Shiho Miyano pursed his lips.

Where Natsuki couldn't see, her hand lifted slightly and hovered behind Natsuki's back.

After a moment, it was slowly lowered.

Natsuki bent slightly, because of the height gap, the Natsuki she was holding high was right against Xiamu's shoulder.

"If you can't figure it out alone, why do it alone, Mr. God."

The girl whispered.

......

Long.

Xia Mu slowly let go of the person in his arms.

He no longer had to ask what Shiho Miyano had done after he left.

The blood on the other party's body has already explained the answer.

Reborn, he has always been a lonely bystander.

Before there is no goldfinger, there is no sense of security.

With Goldfinger, there is no sense of belonging.

He is like a lost undead, a lonely soul with nowhere to dock, watching others shine brightly, with pursuits and bonds.

He was just a ship wandering at sea, surrounded by fog, unable to find a port.

There are no bonds, no kind.

There is no trust....

Whether it's Kudo, or ginjiu, or even Belmode, who calls himself a godmother.

It's all just anecdotes in his wanderings.

Taking in Xiao Wei is just a matter of convenience.

After all, who can refuse a cute and proud loli who can become a royal sister.

With more mourning and tea, the family has some popularity.

Life is also a little more colorful.

There is no way back, so you can only bow your head and enjoy the scenery along the way.

Fortunately.

He came across....

Another soul that can be trusted.

A wandering traveler finds another small boat.

"Ahem!"

Shiho Miyano suddenly coughed violently a few times, his body stumbled, and he almost fell to the ground.

Natsuki quickly stretched out his hand.

Shiho Miyano's hand subconsciously grabbed Natsuki's arm.

Slender fingers, well-defined knuckles, dead tautness.

Natsuki's arms were all scratched with several bloodstains.

You can see how hard she really is.

Shiho Miyano had pain on his face, his brows furrowed together, as if he was enduring something.

"What's wrong, is it hurt?"

Natsuki quickly asked.

Miyano kept Little Red Riding Hood in her hand, plus although her clothes were all blood, they were not damaged, not even a single fold.

So Natsuki didn't think about that aspect for the first time.

Only now did he react that although Shiho Miyano was a member of the organization, he had always been a researcher.

And gin wine they are not the same.

Misses are also possible.

"Nope."

Shiho Miyano shook his head, as if his voice was a little weak because he was enduring the pain.

"It's just, very... Call...... It's uncomfortable.

As she spoke, her voice trembled, with a sharp gasp.

"That's the side effect of white dryness, you put up with it a little, the process may be fast."

Natsuki reacted to this, Miyano Shiho This is almost over, and he is about to change back into a child's body.

Severe cold + white dry = temporary antidote to APTX4869.

This is also the reason why Natsuki used the stand-in doll to copy Xiao Mo, and the substitute doll turned into Shirley in the wine cellar of the Mihua Hotel.

This antidote is only temporary, time-sensitive, and prone to the production of antibodies.

Miyano's current situation is that Bai Gan's strength has passed and is about to change back.

A normal person's body, shrunk into a small child, it is difficult to imagine what kind of pain the bones and muscle tissue will produce due to squeezing.

But as you can tell from Shiho's expression, this must be uncomfortable.

"Uh Although Miyano Shiho tried his best to endure, he couldn't help but let out a suppressed scream.

"Hah... Ha..." Then

she began to gasp for air.

On Natsuki's arm, the blood stains deepened.

But he didn't even frown.

After experiencing the feeling of death twice in one day.

He was used to this pain.

The hand holding Natsuki gradually shrunk.

The sleeves that were originally tight became looser.

Xia Mu's eyes quickly reached out and fished out.

Catch the crumbling dress with the little mourning inside.

A pistol and a hat fell from the strap behind the waist.

Natsuki gently placed Xiao Mo on the sofa, and then picked up the pistol and hat on the ground.

Put Little Red Riding Hood on Xiao Wei, then take out the quilt from the treasure bag and cover Xiao Moo.

Natsuki squatted next to the sofa and closed the quilt for her before turning around and preparing to leave.

However, as soon as his feet stepped out, he stopped in place.

Natsuki looked back suspiciously.

Xiao Moo, who had originally fallen into a deep sleep, was struggling to open his eyes at this time.

A small hand stretched out from under the quilt, and then desperately dragged Natsuki's..........

Hair.