"Now, if, I mean if, what are we going to do if our world is destroyed?"

If someone asked herself about this sentence before Hakurei Reimu and Fujiwara Mei Hongichi appeared, then Purple would only think that the other party was a middle two radio wave otaku, but now she looked at her friend who asked this sentence with a complicated expression. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was Yuko who asked this question.

Walking out of that apartment, Yuko's face has been changing from good to bad, Yakumo Zi knows that she is thinking nonsense, but she can't do anything, although she just said those words in front of Fujiwara Meihong, but to be honest, Yakumo Zi still has no initiative.

After all, she only has the memory of Gensokyo, but she doesn't have the power of herself in that dream.

And just when they were wandering the streets aimlessly and thinking a lot, Yuuko asked.

What if our world was destroyed?

This sentence was like a hot drop of wax, dripping on the heart of Yakumo Murasaki, who didn't want to think about it, and after the burn, it was covered with a layer of cold and hard wax. Of course, she will never make a rash decision because of Fujiwara Meihong's words, but she will not resist Gensokyo because of her friendship with Fujiwara Meihong.

During this conversation with Fujiwara Meihong, Hakuri Reimu, and Taketori Kaguya, she got a lot of information. Fujiwara Meihong and other people with memories of Gensokyo agree that it was the [Yutong Ten Loves] in that world that single-handedly caused the current situation, and that Yutong Ten Ai did have this ability. This, combined with the conversation between Yuki Juai and Kaguya Taketori and Remy, whom Yakumo had heard earlier, made Yakumo feel that she could believe that her brother was indeed an indispensable pivot in this complex state of affairs. At the same time, Fujiwara Meihong and others are advocating to return to Gensokyo and return to the world that originally belonged to them, while Pengraiya Kaguya is happy to accept the new identity of Taketori Kaguya and live.

But what is certain is that no matter which side it is, it is trying its best to fight for itself.

According to Hakurei Reimu, he has an unparalleled binding force on Yutong Ten Love no matter which world, so Fujiwara Meihong wants to return to Gensokyo, and she is also a force that must be fought for.

Of course, this is their rhetoric, and Yakumo doesn't believe it all. After all, to admit that the world she had lived in for seventeen years was false, she had doubts in her heart after all.

Thinking of this, Yakumo Zi turned her head and looked at Yuko, who was quietly waiting for her answer.

"Yuko, why don't you have a memory?"

Saiyuko blinked and shook her head.

"I don't know, Purple."

Yakumo sighed and pulled Yuko forward, opening her mouth to say some of her guesses.

"Yuyuko of Saigyoji Temple, according to Fujiwara Meihong, this is your name in Gensokyo. You are an undead, but before you became an undead, you had a father, a singer in ancient times, who was called the Westward Singer. Later, however, he committed suicide under a cherry blossom tree called Saigoka. ”

She turned her head to look at Yuko, who had a surprised face.

"However, in this world, Uncle Westward is still alive. Hakurei Reimu mentioned that Shiai had asked the people present if there was anything they wanted to redeem. ”

"Are you saying that this world was created by my younger brother for everyone to redeem what they want to retriev?"

Yuko swallowed her saliva and heard what Yakumo meant.

Yakumo Zi bowed slightly.

This possibility is very high, and it is exactly what Fujiwara Meihong and others advocate. But what I have always been unable to figure out is myself. After all, I have memories of Gensokyo, but I'm not the Yakumo Murasaki. ”

She frowned, as if she had thought of something.

"It's like...... Everything about the Ten Loves and this mutation has been blocked. ”

She turned her head to look at Saiyuko Yuko, her face solemn.

"Yuko, if, I mean if, if our world was really created by people, we are just a substitute for those people......"

"No, it won't."

Before Yakumo could finish speaking, Yuko shook her head and interrupted it. She chuckled softly.

"Purple, no."

Yakumo Zi looked over.

The summer sun shines like lights on the streets, and the cool breeze blows the street trees on the roadside, making the shadows of the trees sway on the ground. The light shone through the mottled shadows on the delicate girl's short pink hair, making the gentle and fragile face glow with a faint layer of gold like a protective layer. The girl's apple-like eyes were tinged with a few faint ripples, and a smile full of warmth and vitality like a cherry blossom bloomed on her face.

"Didn't Purple say that we are together because of ourselves. Not because of the past, and not because of who is who. Just because we're together. ”

Maybe this smile is too beautiful, or maybe this smile is so gentle that Purple can't bear to take a step to destroy it, Purple stopped moving forward, and just turned her head to look at Yuko's smile.

The car sped past the road around it, the summer cicadas still lingered in the ears, and some of the dull air was not something that the breeze raised by the car could dispel, but it was on the side of such an inconspicuous road that the smile that made Purple unable to take her eyes off it bloomed.

“…… Now, Yuko, promise me one more thing. ”

"Well, I promise."

Yuko nodded slightly, and as always, she complied with Yakumo's request.

Yakumo Zi did not complain again that the other party did not agree to what he asked, but pulled it to his shoulder, and the hands of the two were interlocked.

"Forever together, Yuko."

Yuuko laughed cutely like a little hamster.

"Isn't that a matter of course, Purple."

So the two of them raised their heads together, looked at the floating clouds in the clear sky, listened to the sound of cars passing by, smelled the smell of dust and leaves in the air, and agreed.

Be together whether you are false or not.

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【Mad Hatter】

That's what this huge five-meter loli calls herself.

Yutong Shiai was placed on this huge table by the other party, in front of him was cheese bread the size of a carriage, and next to it was a black teacup like a water tank.

"Alice, my lovely Alice, when did you get here?"

The mad hatter Big Lori blinked her huge red eyes and smiled happily.

"The clock of fate ticks like a stuck machine, just as you come to me today and I know that it has come to the hour. Eh, little Alice, I don't have a tea set for you, but it's okay, I can get you a spoon with your name engraved on it at the next tea party. ”

She smiled brightly and squinted, but her words were not at all sensible.

Well, she meant that next time she would give Alice a spoon like a long shovel, instead of a tea set that would fit her.

Yutong Shiai smiled bitterly.

"Hatter, do you know of any strange people in the recent Wonderland?"

"Strange people? Alice, little Alice, do you think there are people in Wonderland who are not strange? ”

The Mad Hatter tilted her head, and the tall hat on her head tilted like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but there was no sign of it falling.

Yutong Shiai smiled bitterly.

"No, Hatter, I mean, well, normal people."

"Ah, Alice, normal people don't appear in fairyland."

The hatter shook her head, and she straightened her face, but the immature face was really not serious, and the spade patch on her face made her look like a serious imp.

Although this imp is a bit big.

The hatter had just said this, and then he thought about it and made an opinion.

"Why don't you ask the magic conch at this time?"

ps: Che-chan touches his head~ Well, hot chapters.