It turns out that girls' instincts are sometimes a little more accurate than boys'.

"Well, I'll admit, I was looking a little bit more than usual today."

Wu Yi, who came out of the gift shop, admitted this calmly, and the tourists around him all focused their eyes on them, and this kind of visual effect was indeed not comparable to usual.

It's just that Dansheng Valley obviously doesn't think so now.

"So, you don't understand what I mean at all, and besides, the reason why we're so conspicuous has nothing to do with what I just said!"

She was a little speechless and pointed to the two couriers behind Takeya, or rather to the one they were holding...... Saplings:

"Takasaka-san, did you eat what you just said? Why did I end up buying this? ”

"Because I suddenly thought it would be nice to buy a tree as a gift, wouldn't it?"

Wu also explained it seriously:

"There's a lot of potential to buy it back to the town house or leave it to future generations as an heirloom, right?"

“...... I just want to know why your logic is so far from normal people? ”

Dansheng Gu didn't understand it very much, in fact, the answer was very simple, originally Wu Ye just wanted to buy a model, but when he found out that the price of the model was the same as the price of the sapling, he hesitated.

He didn't know if Aryo liked dead or living trees, but for himself, something bigger...... That's definitely better.

So he changed the gift to a sapling, he felt that his sister should be able to understand his painstaking efforts, besides, this sapling is also free shipping, how convenient!

Under the speechless gaze of Dansheng Valley, Wu also signed the list and happily watched the two couriers pack his "gifts" and take them away.

The waitress in the store also added an extra gift to him:

"Sir, do you need a name for the saplings you bought?"

"Name?"

"Yes."

The waiter explained:

"Every customer who buys one of our saplings can name it, and then we will send an additional nameplate with their name on it, which they can take home as a decoration for the tree."

"Oh, that's right."

Wu also knows, I think it's a gift for Elio, and it's best for her to name it, but the character of my sister's radio waves, I'm afraid this matter is a bit hanging, so let's do it myself.

"Hmm......"

The pen in his hand had been paused in the air for a long time, and Wu Ye still couldn't decide on the name of the tree, and a bunch of crazy and cool names flashed in his mind, but they were all denied by himself one by one.

The name is too dazzling, he's afraid that others won't be able to hold it, it's too lo and he feels stingy, it's better to be the kind that is actually powerful in itself, but no one can see it.

Well? Wait, that's what to say......

Looking at the behemoth above his head, Wu Ye had a flash of inspiration, and wrote three words on the paper with a pen -

Westward Demon.

......

In Gensokyo, most of the youkai love to feast and celebrate their own pleasures unbridledly, which is a treat for them.

Among the many banquets, the spring banquet is the most popular, because it is a beautiful thing to enjoy while enjoying the flowers, and if there is one best place to see the flowers, it must be in the underworld.

In the white jade building of the underworld, there are countless cherry blossoms, and the petals flying in the sky in spring are simply breathtaking.

But the most commendable thing is the largest cherry blossom tree in the white jade building, the Westward Demon.

The westward demon blooms in spring, and its huge body is covered with gorgeous cherry blossoms, and I don't know how many youkai are immersed in its beauty.

It's a pity that the Westward Demon will never be full, and it can be opened to five or six points in many cases, and it can only be opened to two or three points under normal circumstances.

This is a very regrettable thing, but the incompleteness of the Westward Demon has further expanded its fame.

It's autumn, it's a bleak season, the cherry blossoms in the underworld have long fallen, and there are only two masters and servants of the White Jade Building that still appear under these dead branches from time to time in this season.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong, Yuyuko-sama?"

The cherry-haired girl under the tree let out a soft sigh, causing the court master around her to stop and ask curiously.

"No, it's just that there was a sudden gust of wind that made me a little distracted."

Yuyuko pulled the hair that the wind accidentally blew behind her ears, and then smiled softly at the court master demon dream who was cleaning, until she looked embarrassed about her shy little court master before she spoke:

"By the way, Youmeng, I heard that something happened to Youji a while ago?"

"Uh, yes, yes."

Lowering her red fluttering little face, Youmeng replied in a quick and unmessy tone:

"Grandfather seems to have accidentally fallen while walking at night, but it was fine."

"Poof, what is this, has the demon finally reached this age?"

Although it was a little heartless and suspicious, Yuyuko was really happy to smile, which made Youmeng a little tangled, and she didn't know what to say.

Along with Yuyuko, I feel sorry for her grandfather, and I say against Yuyuko, and I'm sorry for her identity as a court teacher, and the demon dream full of inner drama is now in the stage of struggling.

It's just that she thinks things are too simple, Yuyuko does look silly and sweet, but her heart is far more slender than Youmeng imagined.

Not to mention that the actual age of the soul demon is much older than Yuyuko, just because of the understanding of this court master who has been by his side since his birth, Yuyuko will not believe that he will be so old that he can't even walk clearly.

Horses travel thousands of miles to eat grass, wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, even if the soul is really old enough to hold a sword one day, it will not cause such a shameful thing.

It's just that Yuyuko certainly understands that there is something strange about the monster, but she has no intention of delving into it, first, the monster herself has not spoken, and second, the underworld has been safe and sound recently.

If there is no major event, it will be regarded as nothing, and Yuyuko has always been used to being so "careless".

"It's just, it's better to pay a visit, right?"

Yuyuko muttered to herself to the westward demon in front of her, and she had made up her mind in her heart, so she immediately commanded the demon dream:

"Demon dream, it's getting late, let's continue to do it tomorrow after cleaning here, help me pack a snack I bought today, and go with me tomorrow to see the monster."

"Hey, do you want to send snacks to my grandfather?"

Demon Dream was stunned:

"But my grandfather doesn't like sweets, and the last time I brought them to him, he said that he was old and had bad teeth......

"I know."

Yuyuko bends the corners of her mouth:

"That's why I want to give it to him, I'm also curious if the demon will stick to his teeth if he eats snacks."

"Uh, good, good......"

Looking at Yuyuko's fluttering figure, Youmeng didn't know what her grandfather was doing, and she was so unlucky that she let Yuyuko play tricks on her.

But of course she couldn't say this, so she could only prepare first according to Yuyuko's words, but at this time, a strong wind suddenly blew, blowing so that she was not paying attention and was actually lost.

Not only that, but the wind seemed to blow something down from the tree, click-click-sound-it sounded like something made of wood, and before Yumu could react, it had already smashed it on her head.

"Hurt ......"

Finally rubbed the sand in her eyes clean, and then her head was also smashed, and Youmeng was suddenly depressed, she bent down to see what it was, but suddenly, a whirling feeling swept over her body.

"What, what's going on......?!"

At the same time, a teenager in the outside world, who was also standing under a huge tree, was also affected by this feeling:

"What the hell?! Again?! ”

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