…… No way, she can't take it off.

The one who hit the street can't take it off.

Unless the soul of the 24k gold-inlaid life book is exhausted. Otherwise, she can't take it off, and if she takes it off, she will never be able to return to the world.

But...... Even if she wears it, it doesn't matter, because she has long found that no matter what the black robe touches, it will automatically remain clean and immaculate, just like when she was splashed with blood, and when she woke up, not only did there be no blood on her body, but even the blood on her face was gone.

When you get a little water, you will absorb it, but in the water you will feel like you are wearing nothing. Therefore, at this moment, she felt that she was no different from taking a bath naked, and only when her hand was stretched out would she feel the presence of the black robe again.

Moreover, she just wants to feel comfortable and relaxed in the water, even if she doesn't take a bath, because of this black robe, she will never become dirty. Thinking of this, I feel that this black robe is a little uglier and a little more serious, but it is still very useful! In the future, when she returns the soul on the death book back to the human world, she must also bring back this black robe!

Well, that's it.

She lay in the bathtub and enjoyed the comfortable water temperature and the peaceful atmosphere, comfortable!

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief...... This is probably the most comfortable day for her to return to the human world!

In this way, under the automatic water change of the bathtub to maintain the temperature, because the balanced water temperature evaporated for a long time, Jiang Buci was soon in a hazy mist.

It's not comfortable under its slight drunkenness

However, if anyone is there, they will be amazed or frightened

Because the black robe, as if it could move, floated like a light veil in the water......

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Inside Qin Kejiu's room

Ding He sat on the edge of the bed, didn't say a word, just hung his head and was silent

On the other side, Qin Kejiu also sat on the hanging chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window without saying a word

But one big and one small seem to have similar personalities, and they are both silent and cold. But if you take a closer look, you will find that their coldness is still different.

Because Qin Kejiu's coldness and indifference were brought from his bones, but Ding He made himself like this because of forbearance.

In this way, one was born to ignore people, and the other resisted communication, so that one big and one small sat dry and silent for a long time.

However, for the first time, Qin Kejiu spoke first:

"Take a bath?"

..........

“…… Ugh"

Xiao Ding He, who was sitting, couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Qin Kejiu suddenly speak, and then his hand slowly clenched into a fist, as if he was nervous, pursed his lips and still didn't speak, and continued to be silent with his head down.

………………

Seeing that the kid didn't respond, Qin Kejiu didn't ask again. Ask, that's enough.

Then there was a long silence.

Quiet

After a long time, the voice sounded again: "I'll wash it myself!" ”

Qin Kejiu couldn't get used to this kind of atmosphere anymore, because he was a master at creating this kind of atmosphere. But Xiao Ding He was different, he only felt more and more cramped in this atmosphere, especially when Qin Kejiu suddenly said such a sentence!

So in the end, I finally couldn't help but come out with this sentence when I was suddenly disrupted and at a loss, and then I stood up directly and walked into the bathroom quickly.

"......" Qin Kejiu raised his eyes and didn't say anything.

After Xiao Ding He entered the bathroom alone, he exhaled, and took off his coat, during which he occasionally encountered wounds, and then grinned in pain, but he still tried to hold himself back, he had to get used to it, get used to being hurt, get used to pain, and get used to taking care of himself.

The little face is full of perseverance that does not match his age.

After laboriously taking off the clothes on the upper half of the body, he lowered his eyes and looked down, and then his little hand slowly raised, gently touching the gauze on his chest, and felt that a thin scab had formed around the wound below, but there should be no one in the middle, because it was still very painful.

He didn't dare to open it himself, and he didn't want to look at it.

Because the scene of that damned man, who took a scimitar and cut off his flesh, is still in front of me. As long as he thinks about it in this direction, his whole body and hands are covered with his own blood, and the picture of despair and helplessness is like a marquee, and the same picture keeps circulating in front of him, as if to remind him that after that day, everything that happens next can never be changed!

That's it, reminding him again and again!!

Thinking of this, his young but slightly resolute eyes turned slightly red uncontrollably, and even his breathing gradually became heavier. Why? Why! After his father left, he and his mother worked hard every day, and everything was fine and getting better and better...

But why? Damn it! Damn it!

The whole body was trembling with forbearance, and the anger that he didn't want to recall, let alone forget, kept trying to rush out in his body, but he was still suppressed one by one.

But the emotions were suppressed so strongly that those things couldn't be vented, and in the end, they could only turn into teardrops the size of beans and fall down like broken threads.

He clenched his fists and bit his lip hard, not allowing himself to make a sound even as tears fell. Then the palm of the hand was slowly lifted and pressed against his chest, and he grabbed the gauze fiercely, and his lips trembled slightly because of forbearance.

**Sister.....

If she hadn't cleaned it up for him, he would have rotted by himself. It's like his heart, hidden under a bottomless pit that no one can see, is constantly rotting and stinking.

But

It's Ah ...... It's the ** sister who helps him, and is willing to take him......

Didn't leave him ....

........

hehe

He was not left behind.

hypocritical

Why not leave him behind! Why! Wouldn't it be nice to let his heart rot forever? He was very tired, and if he was left behind, he would no longer have to throw all kinds of healing medicine into the bottomless pit that was constantly stinking. Because of those "medicines", you can't buy them with money at all!

Hehe, but he still didn't know how long he could last because of this hypocrisy, so that the rotten thing uncontrollably burst out of hope. It hurts, but I still don't want to pause, I want to reach out and grab it...

The pain is spreading, but it is also interrupted in the next second, and then detached

Only a slight sound of the door opening was heard

Qin Kejiu, who was originally sitting there, appeared at the door of the bathroom. He held the doorknob with one hand, opened the door, and looked at Ding He, who was flustered when he suddenly saw him appear, and hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his tears without any emotion in his eyes.

Ding He wiped his tears in a panic, he didn't want others to see it at all! But after wiping away tears, I looked up and found that the bathroom was actually made of a whole piece of glass, although it was not completely transparent, but I could see what was going on inside.

Full of anger, the immature face instantly turned red at this moment! He also suddenly glared viciously at Qin Kejiu, who shouldn't have appeared

He didn't like this brother, from the first sight! Even if he saved him, he didn't like this man who seemed to be able to see through everything. Don't like him staring at him, it makes him annoying!

It's a pity that Qin Kejiu didn't care about this child's vicious eyes at all, but directly pushed the door in his hostile gaze and walked in, helping him release water. Then he looked at him, paused for two seconds, and then walked in front of him.

Then, the tall and handsome body leaned over slightly, and a pair of indifferent, emotionless eyes stared fixedly at the child in front of him.