Damn it, I have a pair of Sharingan eyes

A sound that hit the heart and penetrated the soul, after Mizuzuki Kuichiro watched his last drop of blood being devoured, appeared without warning, and also tore away his original preoccupied spirit directly and savagely.

"This is!" I

don't know how long it took, and the body and mind were all in disorder and sluggishness before Kuichiro Mizuki returned to his soul again, although the pain of even the soul being crushed was sharp and daunting, but under this kind of kind, a certain sense of familiarity and nostalgia that could not be explained was what made Kuichiro Mizuki the most incomprehensible.

How can one be nostalgic for this kind of pain that is repeated and tormenting to the soul?"

"This is within the realm of its birth, and only those who are destined by it are qualified to enter and make a promise to it. The

boy was still stunned in place, and only the slight tremor between exhalation and inhalation proved that he was still alive, until the girl's laughter, which was as clear as a silver bell, appeared in his ears out of thin air, and the latter was dragged back to consciousness from his confusion.

"Who's talking?" Ichiro

Mizuki looked around, the blood-colored magatama swirled and bloomed in the pupils of his eyes, and his vision was like an invisible and formless sharp arrow, tearing like a blood-red sunset that diffused the sky, but he couldn't see the muddy mist of his five fingers.

In that piece of clouds and mist, the pavilion that leads to the sky is painted with vermilion lacquer and jade, and the vast majority of them are shrouded, leaving only the golden spire to enjoy the lonely fragrance, like a fairy flying in the sky, wanting to take the crescent moon that dominates half of the sky high in the sky.

Kyoto is very beautiful, but it can't make the water moon empty ichiro obsessed, and when there are countless golden armored dragons flying out of the thousands of acres of Qionglou and Yuyu, the young man's eyes that were originally slightly opened, the pupils finally couldn't be contained, and began to slowly dilate.

"Roar-"

Canglong roared, everyone was frightened, and the violence of the wind swept the world, Shuiyue Kongichiro raised his head, intending to mobilize the mana in his body to resist, but he gave up in a fierce gaze, not that he was timid, but that he couldn't feel it at all, where the magic in his body went.

"Just... Who's talking!And what's going on in this place?!Is it a realm?!But no matter what, there shouldn't be such an outrageous effect as depriving others of their mana, right?Damn!", Mizuki Kuichiro's legs took root, even if there was no mana to help, the perennial basic skills made his physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, but if it was just a bit more wind pressure, it would be fine, but what really happened was the ultra-low temperature that followed suit!

In the scorching summer, in a high temperature of 40 degrees, the vast majority of civilians will not go into direct shock even if they sweat, but what if the temperature reaches minus 40 degrees?

The answer is that the organs in the human body will almost all be subjected to tremendous pressure like tearing, and then directly shock and die.

At this moment, Mizuki Kuichiro was in this desperate situation, and in the absence of mana protection, he only felt that every warmth in his body had to be stripped away, leaving only a stiff and white shell, lonely and pathetic in the face of death.

"It means ... I...... There is no such thing as Kikyo... Is it qualified to be chosen?", before his will was completely defeated by his body on the verge of collapse, Kuichiro Mizuzuki did not fear death like tears.

He's just a little unwilling, before meeting the god of death, he didn't do what he wanted to do for Kikyo, he didn't establish a real home for the person he missed, no... Be the strongest.

"Life... Are there always regrets?"

...

"So, would you like to go back there?"

or that female voice, once again through the soul of Mizuki Kuichiro, directly woke him up in a daze, and this time, the scenery in front of him was the same as before, the only difference was that in front of the young man, I don't know when there was an extra girl, who was chuckling and staring at himself, not moving.

"You were the one who made me so miserable just now?what are you going to go to?", Mizuzuki Kuichiro tapped his head lightly, grinning in a burst of pain.

But when his eyes met the girl for the first time, the heart that was beating hard in his chest stopped beating without warning, and for a moment, it seemed like a person's youth and a person's life for a long time.

The girl was speechless, and Mizuki Soichiro, who spoke again, involuntarily softened his tone, and said tentatively: "We... Have you seen it?"

"No. The girl smiled and shook her head, the light in her eyes was as clear as autumn water.

"Is it?", Mizuki Kuichiro scratched his head embarrassedly, it felt like being rejected by a beautiful woman, he wanted to think about it, where is the girl's mouth going back? Is it back to Tokyo?

But the girl did not continue to be silent, but took the initiative to say: "So... Do you want to go back?"

is still the familiar question, a phrase made up of words that even a fool can understand.

But Mizuki Soichiro didn't dare to talk about right and wrong rashly, the uneasiness in his heart became thicker and thicker with the passage of time, but that kind of uneasiness was different from death or injury, it was milder and softer than them, and at the same time more dangerous and more brutal.

"You're talking about... Where are you going? And take the liberty of asking, who are you?"

"Back to your home, back to our home..."

The girl directly omitted the second question, but asked Mizuzuki Kuichiro with some reluctance, and his long black hair was scattered to his waist, and the fragrance of citrus wafted out under the breeze.

"Uh-uh...", the agitation of the tip of his heart, finally reached his peak when the girl's voice fell, and the sound of a drum made it a little difficult for Mizuzuki Kuichiro to breathe, he had made many decisions in his life, and even some of them would let himself or others die, but even so, he had never been so nervous, as if this issue was more important than his own life and death.

"Or... Forget it, I'm not familiar with you..."

Every word of Mizuki Kuichiro was so difficult to say, and the roots of his teeth ached faintly, but the tears of the girl he saw quietly dripped and a brighter and more beautiful smile.

"That's right... Ahh Well, well, okay. The girl's smile was as perfect as the full moon, and finally cracks opened, and the tears of the jewel were no longer under her control, constantly flowing out of her eyes, and finally, even her smile was ugly and distorted.

But she really tried her best to maintain the status quo, but she couldn't do anything but let her tears wash her cheeks and soak the earth.

"I'm sorry, but I was so selfish... Obviously, it's clear that Shuiyue is so happy now... Why am I... Hahaha. The girl wiped away her tears vigorously, completely ignoring the young man in front of her, how many questions she still had to ask, and how many words she had to say, but she moved lightly, narrowing the distance between the two, and gently hugged it at the moment when Ichiro Mizuki didn't even react.

The sudden warmth completely shattered the little tenacity that Mizuzuki Kuichiro still had, and he began to tremble, from a slight at the beginning to an uncontrollable intensity in the end.

"Who is she? Why is she hugging me? Who is she? Why is she going home with me? Who is she? Who is she...", the tip of Mizuki Kuichiro's heart finally set off an unprecedented terrifying wave, which was a heart-piercing pain.

"No... Don't die..."

"See for me that the flowers are in full bloom, and the autumn fields are withering, the water moon. "The

flashback of memory fragments, in the mind, was buried deep in the subconscious into the most central cheek, and at this moment coincided with the girl in his arms, but this feeling was not gentle, but rough like a steel gun pierced into the body, stirring the organs, taking away the vitality and soul, and like a hand, it will choke the throat of Kuichiro Suizuki, so that he no longer has the slightest room to breathe.

"You're... No...... Impossible!!impossible!!

"This is your strength, and it should be returned to you... And this... Hey, hey, hey... Treat it as me and cherish it..."

"No... No!"

"Farewell..."