[[[cp|w:250|h:190|a:l]]] There is only an old man hanging down in the brightly colored candy house. Zaibuzhan asked in a cold tone: "Buy candy." The old man was stunned. He was not here to buy candy or why? A kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face and said kindly: "Is it for this little guy? I haven't opened the business today. Well, I'll make one for you now."

Zaibuzhan was stunned for a moment. This was a country of water that was so conscientious. There were too few people who could keep kindness in the blood. Zaibuzhan looked at Bai who was slinging his neck, and a hint of warmth rose in his heart. The old man quickly burned the sugar, then used a bamboo stick to pick up the sugar that had just solidified, and handed it to Bai's hand, and said with a smile: "Come again next time."

Zai Buzhan narrowed his eyes and took out a scroll from Bai's horse clip and handed it to the old man. He said lightly: "If you need it, take this scroll to the Mizunin Village. I will help you with a S-level task for free." The old man smiled and threw the scroll to the bottom of the stove in the burning pot, allowing the flame to swallow the exquisite scroll. Zai Buzhan Daidai immediately understood, put Bai down, patted Bai's forehead, and walked out of the candy house with Bai...

Walking into the decided Hezhou Hotel, Zabuzhan Ding gave a light dinner, he led Bai into the single hot spring (there are mixed baths in Japan, hehe.) Zabuzhan took a bath towel and went into the hot spring first. He lay in the hot spring while enjoying the spring water while tasting the flower tea. After several minutes, Bai had not come in yet. Zabuzhan shouted: "Little kid, aren't you doing well yet?" Bai walked out of the private room, looking at the peach blossoms, and wrapped herself tightly. Zabuzhan narrowed his eyes. For some reason, a trace of luck flashed in his heart. Hehe, countless evil thoughts flashed through Zabuzhan's mind. When Zabuzhan's eyes met Bai's bright eyes, those messy thoughts disappeared instantly.

Zabuzhan shook his head, wrapped his body in a bath towel, slowly walked out of the water, walked to Bai's face, curled up his right index finger, and gently knocked on Bai's little head, and his uneven teeth cracked a reluctant smile: "So it's a girl..." Bai's little face instantly rose a layer of blush. Zabuzhan patted her head, walked out of the hot spring, and took the sliding door between the hot spring and the private room. I have lived in this twisted blood mist for a long time, so I can no longer "smile".

Zaibuzhan walked into the living room and saw the clothes given by the porridge shop owner placed on the bed. He thought for a while, picked up the clothes and walked into the hot spring room. He opened the door and saw Bai huddled in the water in panic, only a small head was revealed. Zaibuzhan approached the hot spring, placed the clothes on the stone, and turned around and left. Bai looked at Zaibuzhan's figure who left, for some reason. Zaibuzhan returned to the bedroom, took out a scroll from Bai's horse clip, summoned a bottle of oil, and said to the shadow behind him: "Turbid, my knife." The ghost behind him twisted, holding the beheading sword in his mouth, put it in front of Zaibuzhan, and lay it on his legs, applying the grease carefully, even the best knife needs maintenance. Even if it is a grass? The sword should be broken for a year.

The smooth grease covered the dark body of the decapitation sword. After the sword was cut, he gently tapped the surface of the decapitation sword. Listening to the sound of the knife, his left hand twisted the hilt, and a short sword flashing with a purple and weird look appeared. The "Zheng---" Qingming seemed to be a puffer fish cutting telling his hidden grievances. After the sword was cut, he gently stroked the back of the knife, as if comforting the young child. The oil flooded the purple color of the puffer fish cutting, and the greasy oil covered the puffer fish cutting, making the strange purple look a little peaceful.

Gently cut the pufferfish into the hilt of the decapitation sword, and handed the decapitation sword to the side of the "Turia": "Help me take it, Tuo." "Turia" cracked a strange corner of her mouth, opened her mouth, and swallowed the decapitation sword bit by bit (just like Orochimaru swallowed grass? Sword). "Turia" had just swallowed most of the blade, and the sound of pulling the door came from Wushou's ears. Bai ran in and saw the scene of "Turia" swallowing the decapitation sword one by one. Zaibushou looked at Bai, pointed at the shadow in front of him and asked: "Aren't you afraid?"

Bai trembled slightly, lowered his head slightly, and a trace of sob came into Zabuzhan's ears: "Do you want to feed Bai to it?" Zabuzhan was stunned, walked to Bai's face, and stared at Bai in front of him.

Bai suddenly raised his head, his tender skin was still blushed with the hot spring breeze that had just been soaked in the hot spring. Two lines of clear tears passed through his fair face. His slightly closed eyes were dotted with a few mermaid beads, and his light pink lips curled up a heartbreaking smile: "Can you hug white again? If you don't kill the lord?" Is it necessary? Even as a monster's food? I no longer want to escape. Those days of hiding are so tired. The vague snow suppresses the bridge deck. The slight hug is really warm...

Is the desire for "need" really that important if you are not accepted? If you don't stand in a daze, you will love yourself and love gradually disappear. You can only use a perfect tool to constantly kill and prove your existence. Is this really what you want? You dare not love, are afraid of losing again, and bump into the trajectory of fate again and again, and you will only be scarred hearts. Maybe you can no longer walk on this road.

Zai Buzhan looked at the girl who was smiling and crying in front of her. For some reason, the heroic spirit buried in blood surged out of her heart. For her, maybe she could bump into it again? Even if the end of fate is only - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

In the corner of the wall, the moth that woke up from hibernation spread its wings and flew towards the candle on the table. It was burned by fire and fell to the ground with smoke, but another moth continued to rush up, flying towards its own destiny that it could not refuse... Can the butterfly flapping its wings really break the shackles of fate?

Zaibuzhan squatted down, hugged the girl in front of him tightly into his arms, rubbed the hair like Mo Yun gently, and said softly: "What are you thinking about, little kid,?, But no one can eat you." A trembling sound came from his arms, and the whimpering sound came into his ears. He looked down at the girl who was smiling and crying in his arms, and the ice in his heart gradually tore a crack. After all, he was just a child, even if he was so strong...

He gently pressed his forehead against his white forehead, sniffed the fragrance of the girl's hair brought by the bath, and closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the peace that had not passed for a long time.

The sob in his arms gradually stopped, and Zaibuzhan gently let go of Bai, pointed to his shadow, and said, "This is Zhuo." Bai stood up from Zaibuzhan's arms in restraint, slightly shrank behind Zaibuzhan, bowed to "Zhuo" and said, "Master Zhuo." "Zhuo" cracked a strange corner of his mouth, revealing a different sharp teeth that was no different from Zaibuzhan, but it seemed even more ferocious. Zaibuzhan patted Bai's forehead, pointed to the bed and said, "Go and rest first, I'll call you later."

Bai nodded obediently and climbed onto the big white bed, but his eyes kept staring at Zaibuzhan's figure, as if he would disappear as soon as he moved away. Zaibuzhan glanced at her gently, bent down and picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his face, glanced at Bai who had been glanced at Baibuzhan, lowered his head, but continued to look at him secretly. Zaibuzhan put the ninja horse thrown on the ground and sorted out the scrolls and ninja tools on his body. These tedious things took him three minutes. Zaibuzhan looked back at Bai on the bed behind him and said, "I'll ask someone to deliver food, watch TV, don't run around." Zaibuzhan tied his forehead and walked out of the door. Zaibuzhan walked downstairs, greeted the servants, and asked him to come with the dinner he had ordered.

Zaibuzhen rewarded a bill, took the tray from his hand, walked into the room, and looked at Bai who was curled up on the bed, and felt a little warmth in his heart. Zaibuzhen closed the door, held the tray on the bed, and said, "It's time to eat, Bai." Bai smiled and picked up the bowls and chopsticks, Zaibuzhen picked up a bowl of porridge. Looking at Bai who had been drinking porridge, he couldn't help but pick up two slices of cucumber slices and handed them to Bai's bowl. Bai raised his head and looked at Zaibuzhen a little blankly. Zaibuzhen was a little at a loss when he saw it. Bai suddenly smiled and said, "Aunt Buzhen is also a gentle person."

Zai Buzhan narrowed his eyes. He knew that he was covered in blood and could not deserve the word "gentle", but he didn't know how to refute the snow-like girl in front of him. Zai Buzhan drank a few sips of porridge, drank the porridge in the bowl, and said lightly: "Eat quickly." Looking at Bai looking up at him, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch Bai's little face. A layer of blush appeared on his white face. He patted Bai's little head and said, "Watch TV and go to bed early after eating." Zai Buzhan put down his chopsticks, sat in the corner of the bed, sat cross-legged, and began to refine the chakra.

Chakra kept circulating in his body, time was passing by bit by bit. Before he knew it, it was already twelve o'clock. The biological clock woke up Zaibuzhan, who was sitting cross-legged, and Zaibuzhan stood up. Just as he was about to go to bed, he suddenly remembered something and swept to the bed in a daze. The white quilt had not moved at all, and the white figure did not appear on the bed. Zaibuzhan felt an inexplicable irritability and anxiety in his heart.

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