"Poor, don't hate Kitagawa-kun, I did this on purpose." Mika Nishiko gently stroked Nishiko's pitiful little head, and a look of peace appeared on her hideous face.

The smelly black liquid continued to seep out, and the transparent body trembled and disappeared in the cold wind.

The reason why she said this was because she was afraid that Nishikotsu would have "obsession". If "obsession" turned into "resentment", then Nishikotsu would have turned into a resentful spirit in the end.

Besides, Mika Nishiko is indeed seeking death on purpose.

When it was easy to penetrate half of her body, Kitakawaji already knew this fact clearly.

Because no mother wants her children to see her terrible appearance. Parents should teach their children by example.

"Wuwuwuwuwumika Mom" ​​Nishikoji shook his head and cried, tears pouring out with his nose.

But in such a quiet night, only Kitakawaji could hear her crying.

The tears drifted in the air, turned into gold powder, and were swept by the cold wind, and I don’t know where it went.

Nishikujo's pitiful little body held Nishikujo Mika tightly, and his little palm was tightly held, unwilling to let go.

"Pitiful"

Even if most of the mind has been eroded by resentment, the mother will not hurt her daughter.

"Poor." A black liquid flowed out of Mika Nishiko's scarlet eyes. From her hideous face, Kitagawaji could clearly feel the sadness.

She slowly stretched out her little finger:

"Poor, do you remember what I told you before?"

Looking at his mother's twisted fingers that had changed a lot, Nishikotsu nodded pitifully, stretched out his little palm and grabbed his little finger, gently constructing a tender child voice sobbing and choking:

"Mom is in the field. She is tired of working in the field. She wants to rest when she comes back. But, she is poor and will be an obedient and good child. Wait for her mother to wake up."

The little palm and little finger were shaking in the cold wind.

This is the agreement she often made with Nishiko Mika. As long as Nishiko is poor, Nishiko Mika will play with her after she rests.

"My Mom Mika, I will work hard to be a good child." Nishiko said pitiful eyes were blurred and he said with a stuttering bruises.

"Yes." Mika Nishiko nodded with a smile. She opened her arms with difficulty, trying to hug her daughter again.

Nishikotsu also stretched his arms with his eyes closed.

But she waited for a long time, and when there were bursts of rapid sirens coming from afar, the familiar hug still did not fall.

She slowly opened her eyes, but there was still the shadow of Mika Nishiko in front of her?

There was an empty street in front of Nishikotsu, and you could see the other side from this side.

No one is there.

The cold wind was so cold that people asked to shrink their neck into their collar.

Kitagawaji stood behind her, wanting to wait for Nishikotsu to cry for a while.

But he didn't expect that Nishikotsu didn't cry, but just stood there for a long time before finally standing up.

She raised her head to look at Kitakawaji Temple with her small wooden face.

There was no guilt on Kitagawaji's face.

He did nothing wrong, and let Mika Nishiko continue, sooner or later, she will completely resent the spirit of her resentment. At that time, maybe even the last trace of reason for speaking will disappear.

But after all, he was the one who started the attack in the end. Even if Nishikotsu had a pity for him, he had no intention of complaining.

Compared with the Nishikotsu father who could attack his daughter and his ex-wife, Kitagawaji felt that people's hearts were sometimes even more terrifying than resentful spirits.

Kitagawa Temple will regret Nishiko Mika, but he will never regret it.

He stood here with no shame.

Besides, when Nishikotsu closed her eyes poorly, Kitagawaji also saw Mika Nishiko's lip sarcas asking for him.

‘Please don’t hurt me poorly.’

The scene when Mika Nishiko bowed to her place in the huge body, even Kitagawaji couldn't help but turn her head to one side, nodding calmly and firmly:

‘I will take good care of her.’

Kitagawa Temple made such a reply.

This is my agreement with Mika Nishiko.

As Mika Nishiko approached to disappear, she looked back at Nishiko's pitiful miserableness and seemed to dispel the resentment in her eyes.

Kitakawaji seemed to have seen a summer in her deep love eyes

‘The fragrance wafts out from the kitchen.

I'll hand you the transcript.

You turn off the TV.

Sign my name for me.

Carry my schoolbag and hold my little hand.

There are frogs screaming in the ridge of the field.

You're still by my side.'

Where is the way home?

My parents are here, and I'm going to go home

Looking at Kitagawaji's calm eyes, Nishikujo opened his mouth pitifully and closed it again. Finally, he took a deep breath.

Kitagawaji didn't understand whether the ghost's breathing was useful, but he just saw Nishikotsu doing this.

After Nishikotsu made such a move, he didn't say anything extra. His little body, which was emitting golden light, swayed and he actually got into Kitagawa Temple's tourist bag.

To be precise, Nishikotsu Poor should have crawled into the white ball brought by Kitagawa Temple.

Nishikojo is a very smart child. She seemed to have noticed that Mika Nishiko and Kitagawaji had reached a certain agreement.

But her thoughts are intertwined and her consciousness is chaotic, and she urgently needs to calm down and sort them out, so she didn't say a word to Kitagawa Temple and went directly into the white ball in his travel bag.

Kitagawa Temple took out the ball.

As a wave of gold powder drifted away, the joint ball that was originally a doll actually twisted and deformed, turning into a small, poor puppet wearing a brown plaid scarf.

But Nishikotsu seemed to want to make himself look a little more "vicious". His mouth was replaced with a scarlet line with the "x" and there were red and gray patches on his chest. The big eyes of the mutton were like living creatures, staring straight at it. The sweeping over at night really made people feel a little chill.

But Kitakawaji twitched his mouth, knowing that the other party didn't return the scarf to him because he wanted to vent his resentment in this way.

But he didn't have to be angry about a scarf.

The cold sound of the system came: You have discovered a new type of "weird" good spirit puppet.

The system prompts are still as concise as ever.

"Shenling Tudou?" Kitagawaji turned to look at the tudou lying quietly in his hand.

Nishikotsu's "vicious and cunning" look is not like the "Shi Ling" no matter how you look

Kitagawaji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. I wonder if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see the look of Nishikotsu grimacing at him from the little doll's face.

Kitagawaji didn't know what the use of Shanling puppet was. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, and then he wanted to stuff Nishikojo into his travel bag.

But who knew that the originally quiet poor puppet of Nishikojo jumped up suddenly, and his limbs lay on the shoulders of Kitagawa Temple.

Kitakawaji reached out to pull it, but the other party was still stuck to his clothes.

""Baichuan Temple.

Realizing that he might tear his clothes even harder, Kitagawaji glanced at Nishikotsu and said plainly:

"It's okay to go out at night, but it's not okay to go out to meet people during the day."

After he said this, he looked at Nishikojo who was lying on his right shoulder calmly.

It seemed that he was a little scared when he saw it. Nishikojo was trembling pitifully, and then Kitagawaji saw her nodding in slightest way.
Chapter completed!