Sister?

Hearing this word, Mingzi was stunned.

This is the first time Mingzi has heard this word from the mouth of the dark bamboo. Although it can be guessed from calling Styx "Second Miss" on the eve of the sixteenth night, most of them have a sister, but every time they ask about it, Styxtake is silent, and there has never been any report from the outside world, so Mingzi consciously did not ask again.

In Mingzi's imagination, this legendary eldest lady should at least be a royal sister, if not a domineering queen fan. But the guy in front of him, who is called "sister" by the Dark Bamboo, is inevitably too ...... It's a little too petite, isn't it......

In front of her was a petite girl like a porcelain doll, with a childish look on her face, and she looked like she was only twelve or thirteen years old. Her facial features are exquisite, and she looks seven or eight points similar to the Stygian Bamboo, but the anger lingering between her eyebrows makes her have a kind of coquettishness that the Stygian Bamboo does not have. The girl's hair is the opposite of the silver of the bamboo, and she wears a pair of knee-length double ponytails, which are definitely not inferior to her sister's. Her creamy skin was reflected in the dark kimono embroidered with ink-dyed cherry blossoms and butterflies, and there was no trace of blood in sight.

"Xue, senior sister, are you sure this is your sister......" Mingzi leaned into Mingzhu's ear and asked softly.

"Well, I can't tell you why for a while...... This is indeed my sister, yes. Stygian replied in the same small voice.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Sixteen Nights lowered his head, his face still expressionless, but with a touch of crimson.

"You go back to the car first, Xi. The girl commanded softly. It wasn't until she returned to the car on the night of the sixteenth night that she walked towards the bamboo and the tea behind her.

The moment the four eyes met, Mingzi was stunned.

The girl's eyes were dark gold. It was as if someone had knocked over a container full of liquid gold, and the burning gold slowly flowed through the girl's eyes. Such a feeling, Mingzi has never felt in the body of the Dead Bamboo. Mingzi looked at those eyes in a daze, completely unaware that the other party had walked in front of her.

A stream of blood pumped out of Mingzi's heart, pounding her limbs and waking her up from her stupor. Mingzi felt that her back was soaked with sweat before she knew it. At first glance, those golden eyes only felt a little unusual, but when you looked closely, you could feel the infinite nobility and majesty exuded in them, as if an evil dragon was staring at its prey. Those eyes are like red-hot irons, trying to burn fear and insignificance straight into the hearts of the other party.

"Sister......" Feeling that something was wrong with Mingzi behind her, Stygian Bamboo protested in a low voice.

The girl glanced at the Dark Bamboo and ignored it. But when Mingzi met her gaze again, the eyes that were originally burning with gold turned ordinary black, and the domineering momentum disappeared.

The girl didn't seem to notice Mingzi's strange appearance, and bowed to her lightly: "When we first met, I was Stygian's sister Qiandao Huaying. ”

"First ...... The first time we met, I was Chiba Mingzi...... "Mingzi hurriedly returned the gift.

Is it an illusion? Looking at the pair of black eyes in front of her, which were as full of autumn water as the Stygian Bamboo, Mingzi asked herself.

"Chiba-san, I've heard you mentioned you. Hua Ying greeted Mingzi in her voice as crisp as a silver bell, as if nothing had happened, "This child is usually taken care of by you. ”

"Oh, no, no...... It's my side that I'm taking care of by my senior sister......" Somehow, Mingzi, who has always been smart, looked at Hua Ying's shallow smile and was incoherent.

"I'm sorry, Qiandao-san. There are some temporary things at home, and the housekeeper needs to go home immediately. Hua Ying's smile seemed to have magic power, guiding Mingzi's thinking and actions, "If Qiandao-san, if you don't mind, let the day be over, and let Mingzhu fulfill his promise." ”

"No, no, I don't mind......" Looking at the serious girl in front of her, Mingzi nodded involuntarily.

"Thank you very much for your understanding. Seeing Mingzi nodding, Hua Ying bowed gently to her again. "Then we'll take our leave. Let's go, Stygian Bamboo. The girl looked up at her sister, who was much taller than herself, and said.

"Sister...... Sister, you go to the car first, I'll say a few words to Mingzi. ”

"Hurry up. Hua Ying didn't ask anything, just reminded her, and turned to leave.

"Hey, Mingzi, are you okay?" Seeing her sister turn to leave, Mingzhu asked eagerly. She felt behind her, Mingzi's usually energetic body lying limply on her back.

"Feeling...... Watched by something terrible. Mingzi muttered. She clearly felt her heart contracting again and again, sending a steady stream of strength to her limp limbs.

"Don't worry, it's okay......" Mingzhu hugged Mingzi, and tried his best to comfort her with his most gentle voice: "Sister, she is actually very gentle, but she is just a little bad at dealing with others." ”

This is not a level of "some bad at", Mingzi smiled bitterly in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Mingzi. Now I really have to go back. Feeling that the girl in her arms seemed to have regained some strength, the bamboo let go of her embrace and let Mingzi stand on her own.

"It's okay, I forced my senior sister to do it. Let's go, Senior Sister, Miss Hua Ying and Miss Sixteen Nights are still waiting for you. Although he said this, Mingzi's heart was extremely unwilling. But thinking of those strange heterochromatic eyes, Mingzi still shrunk her neck. Hallucination or not, she didn't want to look at that thing again.

"See you tomorrow, Mingzi. You have to work hard. ”

"See you tomorrow, senior sister!"

"Golden pupils......" Looking at the Rolls-Royce in the distance, Mingzi shook her head vigorously, trying to throw out all the mess, "No matter! Senior sister is not here, I have to work hard!" She cheered herself loudly, and the memory of those golden eyes had already been thrown into the depths of her memory at will.