Kobe.

Harbour Hotel.

Kitahara Nanfeng sat on the bed, looking at Miho with his frown on his face, and his hands were stuck in the air.

Mio seems to be dreaming again.

And it's not a good dream.

Beiyuan Nanfeng originally wanted to wake her up, but when things came to an end, he hesitated a little again.

Let go of your hand slowly.

Kitahara Nanfeng thought about it, lay down again, and gently embraced Mio.

Mio curled up in his arms and looked very petite.

Nanfeng Beiyuan smiled, leaned forward, and put his forehead on her smooth forehead.

“Since it’s a dream.

Then let me see it too, Meijia.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng said softly, then slowly closed his eyes.

Close his eyes as he closed.

A almost undetectable sigh suddenly rang out.

Space and time.

At this moment, it intertwines again and freezes.

The consciousness of the north wind in the north is blurred.

I fell into a dream.

...

The night and the sunset shine together.

The righteous brother and sister who had just returned from the underworld hugged each other in the corridor of Yuanlang.

The Nanfeng of Kihara embraced Mio's small body, sighed with a very warmth, and suddenly said:

"MiO, if I had a system, system."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Natsume Mio sniffed, raised her pink fist and gently hit Kitahara Nanfeng's shoulder.

"...It's similar to the task panel in an online game, understand? It will summarize everything and then publish it in the form of a task. It will tell me when to do what, and will also give rewards... If I had such a thing, I probably wouldn't make you cry like this."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled, raised his head from her shoulders, looked into the distance, and murmured: "But it's a pity... life is not that simple shortcut. We can't list all the things we should do. Even if it is listed, things will not develop in the intended direction. The most important thing is that no one will give us rewards.

Everything we do is a decision. If you don’t know the result, you can’t regret it… Well, I don’t regret it either. Thinking about it this way, I don’t seem to need a system.”

"Can't understand!"

Natsume Mio hugged Kitahara Nanfeng tightly, as if she was about to rub herself into his body, and said in a crying voice: "But I know there must be sequelae, brother... I'm the only one left of you."

"Grandpa is dead."

"Dad is dead."

"I have nothing."

"You are the only one left in me... don't leave me..."

As he talked.

Natsume Mio collapsed again. She was trembling, and her anxiety and worries eventually turned into crying.

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his hand and patted her thin back gently, comforting her who was broken without getting tired of it.

The sunset in the horizon.

It slowly disappeared.

Night officially comes.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's hand raised, suddenly stopped in mid-air at the moment when the night fell.

His eyes turned golden and his face became ferocious.

Like an evil ghost.

But soon.

Almost a blink of an eye.

His face returned to normal, his eyes disappeared, and his hands fell on Mio Natsume's thin back.

Everything is back as before.

It's like nothing happened.

But is nothing really happening? Of course it is impossible.

Natsume Mio is very keen...it does have sequelae.

The ending of the North Yuan Nanfeng is destined from the beginning of the Yellow Spring.

From then on.

Not only will he bear the madness and violence of the filthy goddess of the Yellow Spring every day, he will also become one of Gaotianyuan's biggest enemies.

He will become a relative of the underworld.

Walking on earth.

...

After dealing with the funeral of Mio Natsume.

Beiyuan Nanfeng, who had not been to school for a week, finally changed into school uniforms, stepped onto the campus again, and returned to the normal pace of life.

But this normal pace of life only lasted until before class.

It was quickly broken.

"…Miyata Yui, why are you doing so far?"

Kitahara Nanfeng sat in his position and watched Miyata Yui who was retreating from the next door and retreating to the other side of the door, which was a little funny.

Two bunches of ponytails were placed softly on the jade shoulders, and combined with the cute face as big as a palm, the cute girl with a high 2D concentration seemed to be holding the door frame, and only poking her head out, looking at her with fear.

The first glance at him.

This is what Miyata Yui became.

Beware and afraid.

Looking at her expression.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly realized something, looked back at him, then stood up suddenly, ignored the other students in the class who looked gossipy and walked towards the back door.

I saw the north wind coming over in the north.

Yui Miyata took a few steps back in fear again.

Until your back is against the wall, you can't retreat.

She finally stopped.

But under her skirt, the slender legs wrapped in soft, shiny and smooth black stockings, were so scared that they were tightly joined together.

"Did you see it?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng grabbed her soft ponytails and gently pulled them, preventing her from running away.

Yui Miyata looked at the tall man standing in front of him, and her shoulders trembled. Until she found that Kitahara Nanfeng did nothing, she slowly raised her head and looked at Kitahara Nanfeng's face.

After a long time.

Perhaps it was confirmed that the man in front of him would not hurt him.

She nodded slightly.

"I saw it, too."

Beiyuan Nanfeng took her little hand, looked behind her, and asked softly, "Thank you for your hard work?"

Hearing the words of the Nanfeng from Beiyuan.

Yui Miyata blinked and quickly recovered.

She took out her cell phone from her little skirt pocket and quickly wrote a few words with one hand: "Are you... the same kind?"

"That's right." Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded.

Yui Miyata's eyes lit up immediately. She turned around and held Kitahara Nanfeng's hand, dragged her, and ran to the Qingyinbu classroom.
To be continued...