"Do you think Mozakura will be okay?" The crow looked at the doll.

"Of course, she can trust you unconditionally, you have taken care of her too much since that day of meeting."

"Uh~ Thank you......" Mo Crow wanted to call it Mo Ying: "I really can't forget it, but I have promised not to look for her again." Mo Crow muttered to himself helplessly.

Mo Ying had been uncomfortable since the night before the quarrel with Mo Ying, and for the sake of safety, Mo Ying took the initiative to send a fire to Mo Ying for no reason, so that Mo Ying could find a reason to choose to stay away from Mo Ying.

And the reason why the puppet was taken away was because it shared the life of its owner, and at first it was arranged to do things for Mo Sakura that she couldn't do, and when she was belittled, she could get back some face.

But if it comes later

The rumor that "Mo Ying is dead" is irretrievable even for him. The ink crow returned to the Doubtful Spirit Mountain, found a place near the sea and sat down, leaned forward and looked at himself with a dark face in the water, and fell into the water without paying attention, and the puppet saw this and dragged him up.

I immediately helped to drain the water from my body, only to find that my heartbeat had slowed down. The puppet still wants to rescue him, constantly shaking the crow in an attempt to wake him up, but suddenly the doll lies on top of the crow weakly, just like when Sakura fell ill next to the crow.

Ink Crow died at the age of 26. Those who lose their hearts will eventually die in the world, and birds that have lost their wings will never survive in the sea.

The repeated washing of the waves made their bodies gradually buried by the yellow sand, as if this person had never existed, maybe when he woke up again, he would show a new identity to show the most innocent self at the beginning.

"The black kite never gives in to people, and the crow naturally does not bow to reality. You told me this~ I didn't expect you to really do this. "An unknown pink woman came out of the corner,

"Even though the Doctor's experiment on you has ended, the next step is the second round~"

"From now on, the identity of the ink crow will no longer exist!" After that, he squatted down and plunged the needle into the arm of the crow exposed on the sand, and took a whole tube of blood before getting up and leaving.

"Next, it's the turn of the little guys in the city to enjoy themselves~ I don't know who will support me this time~" The woman left with a hippie smile, as if she was looking forward to what happened next.