Obviously, the Tiancong Cloud imitated by Mianyue Yiji still retains the sharp attributes of the original, and even the space can be divided, and Rin Nosuke should want to use this method to erase his traces and make himself untraceable.

"He shouldn't be trying to set a trap, he can only say that this is too unfortunate, we came faster than he expected, just in time for the end of the space cutting."

The Eighty-Nine Temple was afraid that Pachouli would misunderstand, so he explained.

"Don't worry about me, I understand these things, but I always feel a little worried when I see him hiding so quietly."

Pacher looked at the interior of the Rindo several times, her eyes full of worry and expectation, as if she hoped that a miracle would happen that would allow her to catch Rinnosuke.

It's a pity that Rinnosuke is not a careless person, and it was only two or three minutes after Eighty-Nine Temple and Patchouli left here that he had already disappeared with the Heavenly Cloud, cutting out everything that would reveal his whereabouts.

"There's no smell left." The Eight Nine Temple closed his eyes, felt the power component in the air, and shook his head.

"There is no image of the past."

Pachouli tried to illuminate the past magic, trying to restore the scene when Rinnosuke left, but the extremely sharp sky clouds directly cut off the past images, and her blue hand showed only the sword qi that disrupted everything.

In the old Xianglin Hall, there is still the smell of tea brewed by Lin Zhizhu for the Eighty-Nine Temple before, but the person who made the tea is no longer here.

"Let's go, there's no need to come here."

In the end, Patchouli made a decision and whispered to the Eight or Nine Temples.

"I'll ask Remi to send someone to Rin Nosuke, let's get back to business."

"When I go back, I will also let the emperor pay attention."

"Thank you." For the kindness of the Eight and Nine Temples, Patchouli just nodded slightly, on the one hand, they were already friends and there was no need to be coquettish, on the other hand, she was really a little tired.

It's not that the body is tired, it's the heart that is tired.

She rubbed her brow and took a good look at the recent events.

Gods, Daredevil, Rin no Suke.

Waves of mutations are surging towards Gensokyo like a tide, the former is easy to say, but it involves the world and the monster mountain, at most there is a heavenly realm with a lying gun, and the latter two, their Red Devil Pavilion is completely inseparable.

"Here, refreshment medicine."

A bottle of medicine was taken out of her pocket by the Eight Nine Temple and handed to Patchouli, and a scent of medicine wafted out with Patchouli opening the bottle, fresh and natural, which instantly made her feel a lot more relaxed in her heart.

"This is the medicine I made, and there are no side effects."

"It's good that it's not Bayi Yonglin's."

Pachouli nodded, accepted the kindness of the Eight and Nine Temples, and the two of them held hands and flew back to the little devil.

Time stopped at this moment, and the color was returned to the world by the Eight Nine Temple.

The little devil, who had been like a statue a moment ago, suddenly moved, and she exclaimed, "You guy, you actually hold the hand of Master Pache Li! ”

Originally, she didn't feel anything, but as soon as the little devil said it, Patchouli was a little embarrassed, quickly pulled her hand away from the Eight Nine Temple, picked up the magic guide book and slapped it on the little devil's head: "What do you think, don't think crookedly, we are a teacher-student relationship, this time it's just to stop someone from doing something stupid." ”

Her nervous face was flushed, obviously she and Bajiu Temple didn't do anything except hold hands, but she looked like a thief, which made people feel a little reverie.

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The slight sound of the shutter attracted the attention of the Eight and Nine Temple, and he turned his head, only to see the back of the shooting pill in a flash, and muttered:

"Crow Tengu, she really deserves to be the fastest girl in Gensokyo."

The distance is too far for the Eighty-Nine Temple to catch up without using the precious Kaguya Set to amplify the power of time.

For the sake of such a small thing as fame, wasting this non-renewable resource is a very stupid thing in the eyes of the Eight and Nine Temples.

"Let's go."

He reminded Pache who was still arguing but was moving more and more in the direction of wanting to cover up Mi Mi that now was the time to get down to business.

"It's not early."

The misty morning is no more, and the sun is hanging in the sky early, spreading endless warmth to the surroundings.

The sound of cicadas became louder and louder as they approached the Night Demon Pavilion.

Unlike Patchouli's description, the Daredevil's Pavilion was not next to the Red Devil's Pavilion, at least they were not in direct contact, and there were several large trees in between.

Generally speaking, the buildings that can be named the hall will be very large, and the area is not small, just like the Red Devil Pavilion next to it, which is magnificent and domineering, and uses the area of several stadiums to house a few monsters.

But the Daredevil Pavilion seems to be an exception, it is only two meters tall, and it is built entirely of wooden planks, although the people who built the house are very skillful, hiding the nails in the blind corners of the sight, but the Eight and Nine Temples still found them through many signs.

In a word, it is very simple, not to mention compared with the Red Devil Pavilion, even compared with the houses of the big families in the world, it is also a defective product, belonging to the kind of thing that whoever lives in it will be regarded as a sign of decline by the people of other families.

"The house was smooth, the thorns were shaved and painted with something unknown to make it stronger and more resistant to corrosion."

The Eighty-Nine Temple reached out and touched the Daredevil's Pavilion, and began to analyze the people inside through the building.

"Practicality is more important than aesthetics, and the owner here happens to be the opposite of Remilia, no wonder it's so unpleasant."

"Ahem, ahem—"

Pachouli could only cough to cover up her shyness, she really didn't know how to answer the words of the Eight or Nine Temple, and said against her will that Remilia was also pragmatic and used to lose face? Or should I speak ill of Remi with the Eighty-Nine Temple? This is also too difficult for Pache to choose.

So she can only pretend to cough, and she can only cough.

Eighty-Nine Temple didn't care about her, and he didn't mock Remilia, he always told the truth.

"The pragmatic nature naturally doesn't allow too much waste, so she built the house here, and took such a specific name, the sprouts must be referring to the Red Devil Pavilion, by the way, Teacher Patchouli, are there only three of them in total?"

"As far as I know, that's all, carpenter, maid, and vampire, three people are all here." Patchouli finally stopped coughing and said with a slightly red face.

"The maid is wasted wood, and the master is noble, so this house is from the carpenter's hand."

The carpenter who can carve the girls of the Red Devil Pavilion is naturally an excellent artist, and an excellent artist will immerse his emotions and soul into his artwork, and this kind of unconscious expression will most truly reflect a person's nature.

"It's so simple, it's so simple."

This is the first impression of Bajiu Temple, and it is also the final impression.

The small wooden house is too ordinary, it is really boastful, even if it is the eight or nine temples, it can only be described with carefulness and single-mindedness, and I can't find a better word. This is exactly the same impression Marisa had when she met the carpenter.

"If he's not a terrible hypocrite, then he's a real honest man, let's go, it's time to meet him."

The Eighty-Nine Temple was at the forefront and took the lead in pushing open the wooden door.

There were no traps or traps inside the door, and even the Eight and Nine Temples didn't even smell a trace of enchantment, and in the dry air, there were only dots of sawdust wafting around, and there was nothing else except this natural smell.

The interior decoration is also very simple, only a chair, a table, and are made of cheap wood, but there are many ornaments in it, one by one, one has been completed, not yet completed, and the wood carvings that are about to start are displayed here, and they are put together into a group of family portraits of the Red Devil Pavilion.

Pache Rich, Remilia, Sixteen Nights Sakuya, Flandrew, Little Devil, Red Misuzu, in addition to those outsiders, all the members of the Red Devil Pavilion can be found here, and everyone has dozens or even hundreds of appearances.

Pache saw many of herself, including the wooden carving of her sitting on a chair with her eyes reading a book; There are also carvings where she has just woken up, her pajamas are loose, her nightcap is crooked, and she raises her hand and yawns; Even the wood carvings on the wall that she stayed up all night, with dark circles under her eyes, leaned tiredly against the wall......

For a young girl, it is a shame and a thing to be afraid of being engraved by strangers in her various gestures.

But here, Pache didn't feel the feeling that this girl should have, but felt a trace of nostalgia, a trace of warmth, smelling the not-so-pleasant smell of sawdust in the air, and she had the illusion of returning to her musty library.

This is very unreasonable.

As a wise man, Pache has always been rational over emotional, so she was not confused by the feeling at this moment, but became vigilant, stretched out her hand to stop the little devil who lacked strength, and warned:

"Be careful, he may have the ability to make people feel close, be careful not to be fooled by him."

Hearing her words, the carpenter's fingers, who were still concentrating on carving, trembled slightly, and seeing that the wood carving in his hand was about to be destroyed, he hurriedly blocked it with his other hand.

The wooden knife stabbed lightly, leaving an indistinct scar on the carpenter's large, calloused hand where the knife was held, and faintly red blood was leaving from it.

Pache frowned, the moment the carpenter stabbed herself, she actually felt a trace of pain, although it was slight, but it was real, not an illusion.