(Recently, a lot of book friends have reacted that they can't see the latest chapter.,It seems to be a problem with the client.,I'm also down one.,The latest chapter can be seen as a result.,But it's incomplete.,All the ps content of the mochi is gone, ahhhh

(It's actually okay to use UC to see.,There are few problems.,But in order to prevent our PS from being hidden again, it's still sent to the front.,Tomorrow's exam.,The update will be late, and even don't be mentally prepared)

(Finally, ask again, at the end of this chapter, everyone wants to see a little more feminine style, the former now has a vote)

The professionals in Reimu's mouth are currently rehearsing Noh in the woods not far from Hakurei Shrine.

She has long pink hair and waist-length, wears a dark green long-sleeved plaid shirt, wears a cute pink bow tie, and the pink pumpkin skirt on her lower body is carved with various expressions that seem to smile but not laugh, cry but not cry, and finally the same pink eyes and eyebrows, a girl like a pink doll.

Compared to Pachouli, who can be directly defined in purple, she is not too reluctant to let the pink girl - Qin Xin.

As a Fu Fu God transformed from a mask, Qin Xin has the ability to control emotions and can use her emotions to infect the people around her, but she herself is always a magician's poker face, with no fluctuations or changes.

The only way to express her emotions is to express her emotions by wearing various masks that represent joy, anger and sorrow.

And what is even more lacking than this is her language.

There are very few words, this is the conclusion reached by all the girls who have seen Qin Xin.

If you can't say it, you don't say it, you have to say it and wait to say it, obviously you have a ** that you want to communicate with others, but you don't say a word as if you have a self-illness.

In the outside world, this is a character who can't survive, and Qin Xin is okay in the much more tolerant fantasy country.

The witch Hakuri Reimu, who likes to be quiet, likes a quiet and troublesome child like Xin-chan.,Although the latter is definitely much older than her.,But that silent appearance will always make people feel a little pity.,A little worried.,It's like treating a child who doesn't know anything.,Always unconsciously look at her age.。

It's like a younger sister, if someone comes to ask Lingmeng how she feels about Qin Xin, she will probably answer like this.

On a further inner level, even Qin Xin himself couldn't tell if he had emotions.

No mouth, no heart, no expression, even Gensokyo, a girl with no three, is seriously practicing a familiar dance at this time.

Serious and single-minded, the expression that has never changed shows such a look, although she is familiar with such actions to the point that she can do it exactly even if she does something else, but she still practices hard, just like thousands of years ago.

The dark blue paper fan of the hand dancer, Qin Xin turned into a pink butterfly flying in the sky, one muscle and one face, extremely beautiful, the girl's beautiful curves were displayed in the air, and under the hollow skirt, her white legs loomed.

Stepping on brisk small steps, spinning, jumping, dancing, the delicate dance is beyond the limit of what humans can do, and the dance of the monster is so beautiful and dignified, even the corners of her slightly charming eyes are even more holy.

Gently and slowly twisting and wiping the re-picking, the silent dance seems to have more sound soundtracks, and every move tugs at people's heartstrings, presumably the immortals dancing above the Moon Palace are nothing more than that.

But Qin Xin was not satisfied with such a perfect dance, she promised Reimu to perform at the Harvest Festival, and she would definitely do her best, even more enthusiastic than the witch who was dedicated to pounced here.

So over and over again, over and over again, the same dance was danced in a different style, sometimes quietly, sometimes excitedly, without stopping for three whole hours.

The only pity is that there was no one on the scene, yes, no one.

But there are ghosts.

After dancing Noh for the fortieth time, Qin Xin stopped, this time not because he wanted to make changes there, but because even Qin Xin, who was intoxicated with practice, felt peeping, not a human, which was certain, different from all the races he had seen before.

It's a ghost, not a ghost, not a ghost, but a collective term for other unknowable objects.

Behind the trees less than a hundred meters away from Qin Xin, there was a black shadow that kept looking at her, hiding behind the tree, sneaking a look, but for various reasons, when Qin Xin turned to this side, she hid, like an ordinary person who had a crush on the goddess, and didn't dare to expose her heart.

But it's not the same.

There are no eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and even the appearance of the limbs is extremely blurry, and there is no too clear boundary with the surroundings.

"Strange guys." Qin Xin, who came behind the shadow, looked at it with curious eyes, and did not scream because of his appearance, she was not an ordinary person who had not seen strange powers in the outside world, and even she was an unscientific existence, so she didn't care, even the extremely strange appearance she didn't care.

Because it's weird, she thought.

Familiar, unfamiliar, nostalgic, reluctant, all kinds of strange emotions shrouded in her heart, as an existence that infects others with emotions, Qin Xin never thought that she would have a day when she would be infected by emotions.

It's a very fresh feeling, and it's not bad.

The black shadow saw Qin Xin rushing from the air, opened his mouth and screamed, obviously there was no such organ, but Qin Xin understood, as if he was an old friend who had lived for more than a few hundred years, he could understand everything by watching part of his movements.

If it has a mouth, it will scream.

The monster seemed to be a black shadow running away on the ground, and Qin Xin, who looked like a girl, was chasing in the sky, completely recognizing the opposite action.

Falling, getting up and running, and the mysterious appearance of the black shadow is not the same, its performance can be described as weak, half of the children in the world can behave better than him, and the only person who can compare with him is probably the outsider who neglects to exercise.

As if he had seen this scene, a strong sense of immediacy filled Qin Xin's heart, if it was someone else, he would definitely be vigilant and then drive this strange feeling out of his head, and then use all his strength to bombard this guy who could interfere with his mood into slag.

But she was enjoying it, not wanting to break the silence, and at the same time, an uncontrollable sadness gradually enveloped her heart.

In the end, I ran to the foot of the mountain of Hakurei Shrine, and the black shadow that had fallen countless times and had not fallen down stopped.

Qin Xin also stopped, flew to the ground, stood face to face with the black shadow, stretched out his hand and gestured at his height, so short, similar to his own Gensokyo bottom level, only slightly higher than Remilia.

As if he understood Qin Xin's thoughts, the black shadow scratched his head a little embarrassed.

Who the hell are you and what is it?

Gesturing gestures that no one could understand, as if there was a communication barrier, Qin Xin obviously had a very nice voice, but he never said it once, and even Reimeng, who had lived for a long time, learned from other places that Qin Xin was not dumb.

Of course, the black shadow did not receive special care, Qin Xin's strokes that could not be stopped in his hands, but because he had not learned any sign language, the strange movements that even the ** temple couldn't understand were displayed in front of the black shadow without eyes.

However, it actually understood, and it understood Qin Xin's meaning faster than the existence of eyes, and slowly shook his hand to indicate that he didn't know what he was.

So the next question.

Why are you secretly watching me dance?

Qin Xin pointed to his face, drew a large garden with both hands, and jumped two steps like a cat.

There is simply no movement that anyone can understand.

And the black shadow's answer is to draw a heart in the air, love, I like your dance, I like you.

In the face of the undisguised confession, Qin Xin maintained his poker face, did not show normal emotions of twisting, shyness or even joy, and in the face of a somewhat cold performance, the black shadow was neither sad nor anxious, waiting for Qin Xin's next question.

But shouldn't you give a gift to someone you like?

Strange sign language, even more strange questions, sure enough, it's close to Zhu Zhechi, who was taught bad by Lingmeng.

After a moment's thought, the shadow pulled out two masks from where he didn't know it.

The white mask with rings and the bone mask with black paw prints, it stands to reason that the girl who received this strange gift was either screaming or angry, but Qin Xin's eyes lit up and she was very happy, even people who didn't know her could see it.

As the mourning god of masks, she likes these masks very much, and even has a strong collector's habit, and the gift of the black shadow suddenly seems to be in her heart.

I liked to hold the two masks in my arms, and Qin Xin found that there were not only two, but also a third one sandwiched in the middle, as if the green leather mask was peeled off from the face of the monster Shrek, which had a stronger sense of misfortune and bad luck than the first two.

But the monster itself is a symbol of misfortune, how could Qin Xin be afraid.

"Kokoro-chan, what are you doing here?"

The red-and-white witch fell into the sky, looking at Qin Xin who was alone here.

Alone?

Qin Xin looked back, the black shadow had disappeared, as if it appeared suddenly, it disappeared very suddenly, and said thank you, as a good monster in the new era, Qin Xin knows a lot of etiquette.

"It feels strange if someone was here just now." Reimu said with some irritation, obviously there was no trace of any life form, and her intuition told her that there was indeed something strange that appeared, giving her the feeling that it was like biting her own lost teeth during a tooth change.

It's uncomfortable, but it's familiar and nostalgic, and there's a faint sadness that it's lost and can never be recovered.

Lingmeng, who tried to understand Qin Xin's sign language, tried it for a while and gave up helplessly, still can't understand it, it stands to reason that she should be able to understand it after living for so long, but this completely personal tendency, regardless of logic and common sense, is really very understandable.

"Reimu, why are you running so fast?" Marisa hurried over with complaints, they were originally going to visit Qin Xin and rehearse Qin Xin seriously, and Reimu, who had activated the power of the Great Enchantment, found Qin Xin at the foot of the mountain as soon as possible, and then changed his face and rushed here as fast as he could.

With the same confused expression as Reimu, Marisa asked suspiciously, "Was there anyone here just now, it feels so strange, it's like I found the vest I wore when I was a kid." ”

"Forget it, don't think about it so much, Kokoro-chan, let's go back to dinner, Marisa, you can go back."

"Hey, don't be so ruthless, Reimu. And your attitude is too bad! “

Reimu crossed his hands on his hips and said in a very serious tone, "Of course it's different, Kokoro-chan is a good boy, it's much better than someone who steals my food, destroys my shrine, and disturbs my purity." “

As if thinking of something, Reimu clasped her hands together and made a gesture of supplication.

"If only everyone wanted to be the same, they would help me with the work, they would help me cook, they would help me clean, and if there was a problem, she would solve it, then wouldn't I have to do nothing?"

Hey, where did you come from, the terrible slave owner, such oppression is really a big husband, it's completely a waste mode of eating and waiting for death and doing nothing, and the heart is so pitiful.

And where the two of them ignored, the mask in Qin Xin's hand gradually began to merge with the few she had, very slowly, but irreversibly.

Hawkers,Kokoro-chan doesn't collect masks, so is it still called kokoro-chan? Ignoring the Marisa and Reimu in Qin Xin's hands, I don't know what kind of mess this will cause in the future.

And those who knew did not stop it.

Somewhere, the gap flashed, and the black shadow fell to the ground, and the monster sage Yakumo Zi looked at it expressionlessly, and then reached out and broke its neck, and the black shadow was smiling until death.

"Gensokyo is no longer in danger of destruction, but whoever wants to destroy the hard-won life of the destroyer, I will kill it."