The scene in front of her made Rabbit unbelievable, both the facts and the knowledge implanted in Reisen36182's brain by the Moon Capital reminded her that Moon Rabbit has no gods, nothing will protect the cursed race of Moon Rabbit, and only by relying on the Moonlit Night Honor can the Moon Rabbit Clan get a chance to recuperate. But her body, her soul, her brain, all roared incessantly, shouting at her in an almost crazy manner, "It's him, it's him, it's him, he's the god that the moon rabbits have been waiting for for thousands of years!

Is Reisen03 in front of him crazy, is he crazy, or is the world crazy?

The nameless moon rabbit stared at Reisen's bright red eyes, silently thinking.

Can...... That's not a madman's eye.

A madman would not have such loving, gentle, sunset eyes.

Reisen36182 has seen a lot of crazy people, there is no shortage of crazy moon people with soul problems in the moon capital, and there is no shortage of defective moon rabbits with broken minds, these are all dealt with by the moon rabbit troops, and the moon people who don't touch the spring water with ten fingers will not do such a dangerous thing.

Maniacs are dangerous.

But the moon rabbit in front of him will not make the rabbit feel dangerous, looking at her is like looking at her mother, sister, teacher, that is from the bottom of the heart of belonging and peace, although not even a moon rabbit has a mother sister and teacher, they only have an incubator, a fellow who is as indifferent as themselves and a chip that stores knowledge, but for no reason, Reisen36182 thinks so.

Tears welled up in the Nameless Moon Rabbit's eyes, although she was still expressionless. Reisen reached out and hugged her, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out stiffly and awkwardly to hug Reisen.

Tears welled up.

"I'm here, I'm here, kid. It's all over, and everything will be fine. ”

Reisen smiled and slowly closed his eyes, gently patting the nameless moon rabbit on the back.

Unbeknownst to her, neural signaling generators that inhibit the production of specific hormones are nullified in the light.

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"Long time no see, Purple. ”

Yakumo sighed helplessly, perhaps only in front of his close friend, who was good at pretending to be stupid, would the monster sage feel helpless against something.

"I saw it the night before. Don't play stupid when you're with me. ”

"Huh, hey, hey?~"

The youkai sage feigned anger and reached out to pinch Yuyuko's cheek at Sekyukiji Temple, pulling hard to the sides, turning that gorgeous face into a funny shape.

"It's not okay to deliberately pretend to be cute! You're already an aunt who can't be tested for age!"

"But if I'm an aunt, then Purple is not an old grandmother. Besides, even if it's an aunt, I'm very beautiful and cute, as long as it's beautiful and cute, it doesn't matter if it's an aunt. ”

The pull of her cheek does not affect Yuyuko's ability to speak, in fact, the form of the undead is not that important even if it can be touched, and her words are essentially a spiritual wave that can be received by the spirit.

"yes. Yakumo sighed again, she sighed a little too many times today. "Before I knew it, I was already an old grandmother. ”

After all, the friend in front of her is her only helpless Yuyuko of Xixing Temple.

"But purple is still very bright and moving, so it doesn't matter if it's an old grandmother. ”

Yuyuko of Saigyoji Temple tilted her head, looked at Yakumo Purple with clear pink eyes, and said happily.

Today's monster sage looked into the eyes of the undead princess, and unconsciously recalled that they were still glowing and alive in the past. It's not that Yuyuko of Xixing Temple is now staring dullly, it's just that there is still a difference between the undead and the living.

The skin color, hair color and pupil color of the eldest lady of Xixing Temple before her death were not as thin as they are now, although her skin was too fair, but it was not to the point of paleness, and her long hair like the cherry blossoms of the moon and her ominous blood-colored eyes showed that she was different from ordinary people.

But it's amazing that such a person who has attracted death and is riddled with serious illness should shine with the purest beauty of life.

Yakumo Murasaki, who was still young at the beginning, went to the Saihang Temple out of curiosity was attracted by such a Yuyuko of the Saihang Temple.

"Purple, you're distracted. What do you think?"

The monster sage came back to his senses and found that his close friend had put his cheeks in an unusually close position. But Yakumo didn't blush or have a heartbeat, she just pressed her fan against Yuyuko's forehead at Sekyuka Temple and pushed her back.

"It's nothing, it's just some things from the past. ”

"Purple, do you know? When a person answers 'nothing,' he usually doesn't want others to know what he's thinking, but this kind of answer is actually three hundred taels of silver here. ”

The undead princess smiled innocently and slyly:

"So, what the hell are you thinking?"

"Hmm...... I'm thinking if it's calculated according to the age of the youkai.,Actually, I'm still underage.,A young and beautiful seventeen-year-old beautiful girl Purple sauce~☆Kira"

“…… Purple, you're not good at this, it's very fake, so tell me what you're thinking. ”

"Aren't you good at it......" The monster sage retracted his expression noncommittally, but suddenly laughed again.

"Perhaps, after all, this long period of time has made some changes to me, and as you said, changes are usually good. ”

"I'm just saying there's nothing wrong with change. Don't divert the topic, talk about it quickly~"

"Hmm. ”

Yakumo Murasaki leaned her head towards Yuyuko of Seigyoji Temple, and the undead princess also poked her head forward with a smile, and the two stopped at the distance where their snorts touched, staring into each other's eyes.

"Speaking of which, since I met Purple, Purple has never changed your appearance. ”

"yes, but your appearance has changed a lot. ”

"You mean......" Yuyuko of Saigyoji Temple blinked, her slender eyelashes almost touching Yakumo's cheeks, and the vague touch made the heart of the youkai sage rarely soften.

"When I was alive?"

"Yes, that's right. ”

Yakumo sighed for the third time today.

"It's when you were alive. ”

"That's ......," Yuyuko of Saiyuji Temple nodded as if he didn't understand.

She had long since forgotten what happened to her life, no, rather, she never remembered.

The undead princess was also full of curiosity about her life and wanted to find out what she was like as a human being, but that was stopped by the monster sage.