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After exchanging heartfelt feelings with Sixteen Nightsaki, Wang Yu's words did become more and more gentle. Maybe this is nothing for everyone in the Red Devil Pavilion, but for those fairy maids and wild goblins, this means that the chances of survival are greatly improved, and in a sense, the perfect and dashing servant has saved many lives.

On the contrary, Flandoro has been gradually restless since that day, and even as the New Year approaches, the little girl cannot be relaxed in the slightest. Of course, Wang Hao knew why she was anxious, and kept trying to appease Flandro, but to little avail.

By the way, thanks to Flandoro, the entire Red Devil Pavilion knew that Wang Yu was about to die.

But in fact, except for Flandrew, no one took it to heart.

This is not because they don't take Wang Hao's life seriously, after so many ups and downs, this teenager has long been accepted as a family member. It's because of this kind of death premonition that every monster has to go through countless times, but it is rare that Wang Hao has such a strong premonition and such a vague time.

The world of monsters is even more naked than humans, and the law of the jungle runs throughout. It is true that yokai have been imitating human civilization for a long time, but except for a few demons that are associated with humans or transformed from humans, the vast majority of youkai are just interesting games about the concept of civilization, and their learning can only be said to be a monkey and a hypocrisy.

Yokai have no civilization, or their civilization depends on humans. So when Gensokyo, a society that is almost made up of pure demons, emerges, killing and devouring are the constant themes in this society.

In such an environment, it is not so unusual for the innate spirit of the already keen monsters to have a premonition of death from time to time.

However, Wang Hao's hunch still made the Red Devil Pavilion secretly vigilant, after all, a monster of his level should not have such an ominous perception except for being poured into malice by monsters of the same level or higher.

"Speaking of which, today is February 9, 2005. ”

Countless catkins-like snow fluttered and fell, covering the precious flowers that were competing for beauty, and Wang Hui curled up in his own rocking chair in his fur coat, holding the steaming hot tea in his pale hands. Flandroe nested in Wang Hao's arms, her slender arms hugged the boy tightly, and she buried her little brain melon in Wang Hao's chest, like a koala grabbing a eucalyptus tree and not letting go.

Unlike Wang Hui, the Scarlett sisters will be drowsy and lack of energy every winter, and their sleep time will increase significantly, even if the beginning of spring has passed, but at this moment, it is not so much early spring as it is the deep winter weather, and Flandrew still refuses to leave Wang Hui's side is indeed determined.

"Yes, it's the Spring Festival in your hometown. ”

The perfect and dashing servant dodged a heavy punch from Wang Yu's doppelganger and sliced the arm open, while speaking to Wang Yu in a calm tone. Sixteen Nightsaki, who had already figured out the law of Wang Yu's healing, did not use his usual silver dagger, but two jet-black short swords full of serrated teeth and barbs, which looked extremely vicious.

"Ah, yes. Wang Yu smiled without any regret, the gods and demons had already created another Wang Yu to replace his life, and now he was just the blade of the Red Devil Pavilion, the Wang Yu of Flandorolu.

He was not surprised that Sixteen Nights Sakiya knew about the Spring Festival of the Celestial Empire, although he seemed indifferent, but the head maid still knew about his partner's past.

"It's about two months before Gensokyo's New Year. Speaking of which, in my hometown, the snow is very heavy every year during the Spring Festival. And ......"

The boy in the rocking chair tilted his head in confusion and looked at the unyielding flowers that were still blooming in the snow.

"There won't be so many flowers. ”

It may also be that Wang Yu is rare and strange, but even in Gensokyo, this kind of flower boy who has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain on the day of the beginning of spring is also the first time to see it. This sea of flowers all over Gensokyo is full of strange meanings, although the young man has doubted the lord of the flowers of the four seasons, but in this life, he doesn't want to meet the wind and the fragrance for the second time, Wang Hui is determined not to run to the sun flower field to ask the tyrant of the flower in order to satisfy his curiosity, the moody big monster is as dangerous as Yakumo Purple.

"Do you like flowers?"

At the same time as the sixteenth night Saki night interrogation, he teleported to the back of Wang Yu's clone, and took advantage of the situation to remove a part of his spine. The girl spun around several times in a dashing and gorgeous manner, not stained with a drop of blood gushing out.

"I don't like it. The boy shook his head. "What is there to like about the genitals of plants. ”

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"Do you like flowers?"

The woman indifferently stared out the window at the sea of flowers that covered the mountains and fields, countless delicate and slender stalks were crushed and broken by the thicker and thicker snow, and the fresh juice and petals dyed the snow into a colorful stage, and the spirits of the wind and snow danced on this stage, bringing laughter like silver bells.

"I like it. The man who seemed to be standing was smiling and bowing his head, and his eyes under the black silk were curved like a crescent moon. "Beautiful and fragile creatures are always lovable. ”

"Vulnerable?"

Zhu Xi raised a slender eyebrow on one side very heroically, she stood up from the window, and walked straight to Mian Xing, who was holding the bronze wine lord and pouring herself a drink. The tall woman bent down and stretched out her green index finger to pick up her chin with a green onion, her delicate skin felt the slight sting pain brought by the man's stubble, so that the eyes that could not see were facing her blood-red and clear eyes.

"Do you think I've ever looked vulnerable?"

"You'll always have to, too. ”

Mian Xing's face did not show the slightest offended anger, and the man said slowly as if he were swallowing water, ignoring the danger signal that Zhuxi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Everyone has moments of vulnerability, the difference is just that some people hide it well and some people hide it badly. ”

"I'm not human, and neither are you. ”

"It's all the same. Mian Xing smiled and carefully put down the gluttonous lord in his hand. The man stood up, walked to the window where Zhuxi had stayed, opened the window, and stretched out his pale and broad palms to meet the snow.

"We all have hearts. ”

The man faced out the window, feeling the snow in his palm that had not melted, and waved his hand gently.

So the clouds dissipated, the snow stopped, and the sun poured generously from the sky, melting away the gift of late winter.

"Many demons have suffered all their lives, tossing and turning, committing themselves to others, entangled, and asking for nothing more than a human heart. ”