Falling cherry blossoms-049 Countdown to Falling cherry blossoms (ten)

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The wind in winter is still so cold, which makes people want to get out of the warm bed in the morning. There is a cold wind outside the wooden house with gentle wind, very cold and very ice.

This is a shrine, a room in the shrine. The girl stretched her waist and rubbed her sleepy eyes. The white cloth wrapped around her chest slowly slid down from the girl's not too plump breasts when she stretched.

The girl sighed, as if she was going to bother this again for a while, and she felt it was super troublesome. There were only a few furniture in this simple bedroom.

The girl looks a little poor, and living with this girl who is only about 14 years old is a younger girl who looks younger and a fantasy creature that looks like a human head.

"Oh ha...Cuika, Sakura."

"Woo meow? It's so early, Ling Meng." The young girl with her sleepy eyes was rubbed with her horns, and continued to fall asleep while holding the large purple wine gourd.

"Mutton~(Good morning~)"

"Good morning, wait a moment, I'll do it first."

As a girl, her breasts will also grow (Sound of mystery: This is an illusion, you are thinking too much.), and in response, she rubbed her breasts, and the girl clenched her fists.

Well, you have grown up!! (Sound of mystery: Girl, this is an illusion!)

In short, after the girl was intoxicated by her growth every day, she began to wrap her underwear called a breast wrap for her not-so-full steamed bun. Although she followed her friends to the world and bought underwear for modern women, she was different from those women who were very fashionable in fantasy.

She is a conservative woman and very conservative. That is to say, she is not used to wearing those very fashionable underwear. She has already tried very hard to wear when she is in this world, but it is indeed more refreshing to wrap her breasts.

The black-haired girl wrapped in a breast cloth and wearing a crotch pants is the balancer of this fantasy village. She is a witch from the Bori Shrine. She wears the witch costumes in a cool dress. I have to say that the witch costumes with exposed armpits are still a major feature of the fantasy village.

The previous generations of witches also had a close-fitting black vest, but it was true that breast wraps can calm people down. Simply put, for her, Boli Lingmeng, breast wraps are not only a decisive underwear, but also a combat uniform.

After wearing the witch costumes, Boli's witch costumes will make you feel cold no matter who sees them. However, this is a fantasy country that has entered winter, and a fantasy country that has already been winter. Boli's witch costumes look like this exterior witch costumes, it makes people feel cold no matter how you look at it. Is it really okay?

Well, it's probably OK for Boli's witch.

She walked towards the kitchen in the shrine to make a hearty and warm breakfast for her cohabitants and her ‘family’.

Her narrowed eyes were like crescent moons, and she smiled happily and sweetly.

Because she is no longer lonely now, she is not alone anymore. The girl who turns her head once had the only one in this shrine.

There was no laughter in the room, the worn dolls, and the fox's mask. She sang nursery rhymes alone, and spent the day like this. Except for the monster old lady, well, the Yamamoto Zibai mission, she spent all her time in this shrine alone.

From hungry, to toddlers, to practicing magic, to inheriting the power of Boli, and after completing the task, holding a shabby doll in the room, watching the room in the shadows, shrouded in the shadows.

There is no one's voice or the breath of no one, except herself, very lonely.

Very lonely.

As for boring practice and boring tasks, she remembers that she often leaned against the corner of the room, swallowing tears alone with her face sideways.

She has always wanted to have ‘family’, ‘family’ and friends of the same age who have always wanted to play with her.

But, she had nothing.

Whether it is a friend or a ‘family’.

...In the kitchen, the spiritual dream of making breakfast for Sakura and Cuixiang, and her thoughts flew to her young age. It was a temple fair with deep memories.

She sneaked to the nearby people. Of course, there were many people in Fantasy Village at that time. That person was very big, and it was also a big temple fair.

She remembered that she had a fox mask on her head at that time, which was often found in Japanese temple fairs, with white fox faces and bright red patterns. At that time, she didn't know what was inside her body.

And it was the temple fair at that night festival that finally made her know what she was.

【Why are you here! Monster!】

[Just just stay in Boli's Shrine honestly!]

[My parents say that Boli’s witch is the child of a monster.]

【…………monster!】

For Ling Meng, who was only 6 or 7 years old, wearing a fox mask on one side of her head and holding a meat skewers that seemed to be barbecue, at that time, the words said by the residents in that person were too much.

No, it should be said that probably only that village has such an impression of Boli's witch.

The Renzhili at the foot of the modern Boli Shrine Mountain has indeed been around for a long time, but the Renzhili whom Ling Meng went to was established for a longer time, as if it had existed as the first generation of Boli witches.

They naturally knew what the Boli witch was.

[You... are just sacrifices for monsters.]

At that time, an old man who looked as old as Grandma Mei spoke in the tone of blood feud with Ling Meng, who was only 6 or 7 years old.

Yes, no matter how beautiful the scenery in Fantasy Village is, under this beauty, under the light, ugliness and darkness exist.

And such a scenery is placed in front of the young Lingmeng.

Monsters and humans, this fantasy town has beautiful places, and naturally ugly places.

And the reason for this is fear.

What is Lingmeng? The Lingmeng of this generation finally understood it later.

Boli Lingmeng is such a thing.

Never interfere with anything, but constantly interfere with everything.

While spreading trembling everywhere, he achieved justice for others.

While walking on the blood-stained road, there is no drop of blood.

While fighting against those things that violate their own laws, they violate the laws of cause and effect.

While holding power that even the Demon King could not possess...

...It's so ridiculous.

That kind of thing can still be called a human?

Only 6 or 7 years old children understood this truth. After being chased out with a stick, she hurried in the room and saw herself extending from the shadow.

I saw another self, mature and colder than myself, and at the same time, I was not a human self.

What attracted my attention was a black pipe, a very long pipe, a bucket at one end and a mouth at the other end, an unknown black material, inlaid with gold edges, which looked very noble.

And the hand holding this pipe was a white hand that was fascinating without any flaws...

A woman's hand.

Her whole body gradually appeared from the shadows. In an instant, the black hair wrapped in black and red ribbons poured out from the darkness and fell down. It was clearly the same color as the darkness in this room, but it gave people a clear feeling, it was a black hair that set the most beautiful galaxy in the sky.

Is it a woman?

The young Ling Meng was surprised, but after she looked at the woman's face carefully, she was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

He was the one who looked like a girl who was vaguely similar to him, but had a 15 or 6-year-old girl.

It is conceivable that in the future, I will grow like this...

Very beautiful.

In other words, it can be so beautiful that it is so unbelievable that it is hard to admit it. Although I don’t want to admit it, the only woman in the memory of the young Lingmeng at that time can be called beautiful is that she has always been called the old monster woman and has always provided her with some help in life.

From the outline of the face to the figure, the black-haired self is obviously not as good as the monster old woman.

However, in the eyes of 6 and 7 years old Ling Meng, her alternative temperament is so beautiful that it makes people feel that she is not the existence that should exist in this world.

The old monster woman is very beautiful, just like this one who should be her future self, very beautiful.

However, compared to the old monster woman, she became dull in her blinking eyes, and it was obvious that the two areas should not be placed together for comparison.

But this is like the future self, the coldness on his face, the slightly curved evil smile, and the hand holding the pipe is obviously red, but it seems to be able to fit into the endless dark negative pupils, and those pupils, without regarding life as life's eyes.

All over his body... it seemed that there was a smell that was not human.

Yes, so Ling Meng, who is 6 or 7 years old, understands that he is obviously himself, but not his human self.

What's going on?

Her skin is very fair, and every inch of her skin is like the most exquisite silk in the world. She looked at herself with a smile. It is because of this that Ling Meng became even more afraid.

This cold but extremely beautiful black-haired girl still had a smile on her face. Although she did not give her the feeling of laughing, she was indeed laughing, why was she happy?

Her lips moved slightly, and she spit out a few clear words.

"Ghost is here..."

After spitting out these words, she disappeared out of thin air, but after that, she often appeared in front of Lingmeng when she hugged her knees and huddled in the corner. Behind her, she kept opening her mouth and spitting out these clear and unforgettable words.

...

Ling Meng didn't understand what the girl said, but later she understood it. During a mission, she entangled in the negative side of the darkness and awakened the power of ghosts.

On that bloody night, she did something super excessive.

There was a dull little girl sitting on the body. The scenery around her fell into darkness in an instant, and all the light disappeared. She was a ghost.

And in the darkness, the one who seemed to be the future appeared with a smile on her head.

Her hand stroked the young Lingmeng's face, opened her mouth, and was very beautiful. She had white teeth and red lips. She was the grown-up self, and was she a human self.

She finally understood what the hell was Boli witch.
To be continued...