"So, I forgive you!" …… Got a card... He was still given a nice guy card by a beautiful girl who was completely naked. "Should I be happy or disappointed?" Looking at Fujiwara no Mokou in front of him, Nanxing suddenly felt a bitter smile in his heart. ——Neither crying nor laughing. However, in this situation, he still knew what he should do. "If you don't mind, you can use this outfit for now." "It always feels weird talking to you like this."
He opened the system store and exchanged for a set of ninja attire commonly used by female ninjas. The price is 300 taels. Fujiwara no Momoko was not polite either. She doesn't care about the style of clothes, as long as she has clothes to wear. "Well." "feel good." After putting on new clothes, she stretched her body. She found that the dress was extremely loose and did not restrict her movements at all. The quality is also very good. The vest and trousers are made of real deerskin, which is waterproof and fireproof and extremely wear-resistant. "It's a good set of clothes." "I just don't know, how long can I wear such nice clothes?" Thinking that the dress would eventually turn into ashes under her flames, her mood involuntarily became a little depressed. This is her destiny. Keep destroying everything of value. Everything about being a human being, whether it is memory, existence, happiness, or sadness... all burned up along with the fire of the soul. Only this meaningless body is left wandering in this world. And it is for this reason that she expressed her gratitude to Nanxing. She loved that tomb. Because that was proof that she was once a human being.
Buried inside is a girl named Fujiwara no Mokou. The girl actually died a thousand years ago. It was only buried today. "But what happens after this?" Fujiwara no Mokou raised her head and looked at the rising sun in the distance, her red eyes full of confusion. She didn't know what to do. She was no longer human—the human she was had long since died and lay buried in that grave. But at the same time, she doesn't think of herself as a monster. Because the monsters look down on her. Even monsters would despise that soul that would never change again. She didn't go over. There is no future either. She is a [Monster] that even youkai would reject. He is a [monster] that even he himself despises. "Perhaps, my existence is a mistake..." She thought with some hatred. The blazing flames were released from her body unconsciously. The pain of burning washed over her body—but she didn't care. She knew she wouldn't be burned to death - but she didn't care. She just wanted to punish herself, punish this soul that had committed such a heinous mistake. She wants to burn herself to ashes! However, that was at this time. "Snapped--" A slight collision feeling suddenly came to Fujiwara Mokou's mind, bringing her back to consciousness. Fujiwara no Mokou raised her head in confusion. She found out that it was the "lustful but not bad man" who was holding a stack of thin talisman paper and sticking something on her body. "It's a fire resistance charm." Nanxing drew the talismans and stuffed them into the interlayer of his clothes. He explained to Fujiwara Mohong in a friendly manner:
"That way, you don't have to worry about the flames burning your clothes." PS: Meihong’s ability is regeneration and resurrection. Her body is made of souls, so the time it takes to resurrect varies depending on the severity of her injuries. In addition, since it is in a soul state, you can move freely when you "die" and float to your favorite location to resurrect. ——The above information comes from Moegirlpedia. Chapter 38: Fujiwara clan: Please ask the ancestor to come out! Fujiwara no Momoko felt all this in a daze. It was obviously just a very ordinary action, but for some reason, it made her eyes filled with tears again. How long has it been? How long has it been? How long had it been since she had been so close to and treated so kindly by someone else? An inexplicable sadness lingered in her heart. At the same time, what made her feel even warmer was. Even though there were so many weird things about her. But Nanxing didn't ask about these things. "Aren't you curious?" Looking at Nanxing's back as he was about to leave, for some reason, Fujiwara Mokou suddenly had the urge to call him. Of course, she did so. ——She is Fujiwara no Mokou who dares to love and hate, and never hides her feelings. "Aren't you curious? I'm obviously so... weird?" She asked hesitantly. She was scared, yet excited. She hopes to meet a human being who is truly herself and is not afraid of herself. But she was also afraid that when Nanxing heard the truth, she would abandon him like everyone else. At the same time, listening to Fujiwara no Mokou's voice. A faint smile suddenly appeared on Nanxing's face. ——At this moment, he finally understood. What kind of mood did Kikyo have at that time when she looked at this mysterious "ninja" herself? Let it be, and be happy with whatever happens.
Of course he was very curious about the girl's origins. But they will not take the initiative to touch upon the other person's privacy or inquire about things that the other person does not want to mention. And if the other party is willing to bring it up. Then he would be happy to spend some time to be a qualified listener. "I am indeed quite interested in you." "If you're willing to talk, I'm all ears." …… The next time is storytelling time. However, before the story began, Nanxing first invited Fujiwara no Mokou into the room he built using Wood Release. There was furniture in the room - although it was just a simple wooden table and chairs, it was better than nothing. "My name is Fujiwara no Mokou." Fujiwara no Mokou was sitting on a chair with her legs tightly closed, looking a little reserved. At this moment, she finally looked like a lady from a noble family. But, in the next moment. "My father's name is Fujiwara no Fuhito." ——The girl introduced herself in an ordinary tone. But Nanxing was almost choked to death by these words. "Who?" He raised his head and looked at the girl who looked normal, with an expression of disbelief on his face. He didn't know many people in this country. There are only a few people with the surname Fujiwara. But coincidentally, this Fujiwara no Fuhito was within the scope of his understanding. But...how is this possible? How could an ancient man who had been dead for more than a thousand years be the father of the girl in front of him? How did she come here? Is she a reincarnated ghost? Nanxing's brain worked rapidly, but he couldn't figure out the answer to this question. At the same time, looking at Nanxing's performance, Fujiwara Mohong's face did not show the slightest expression of surprise. There was only a mocking smile on her face:
"Yes, my father is the ancestor of the Fujiwara clan." "Fujiwara no Buhito." "I am his little daughter." "I am already... well, about 800 years old, right?" "!!!" Good guy. Nanxing exclaimed, "What a great guy."
