[Sesshomaru] Hold you between your fingers

"kill him!"

He said suddenly.

At the same time, Kanna, who was far away on a cliff, held a round white mirror in both hands, and her long silver hair hung over her shoulders.

She stared at the mountains and forests in the distance with both eyes, as if she had seen everything, but also seemed to see nothing in her eyes.

"Kill him." She opened her lips and whispered.

The fluorescent white mirror suddenly implied a soft light cluster.

Who did you kill?

Ye Xiaoxiao felt as if he was trudging an endless path, and there was a cloud of gray mist in front of his eyes.He seemed to be blind, walking alone among them.

It seemed that the loneliness between heaven and earth gathered in this place, which made him panic and helpless.

There was no noise from the little monster, no bell's laughter, and even less that man's extremely cold gaze.

"I remember, Suzu and I were in the forest, suddenly... Kagura... and then... Mirror... Mirror..."

He fumbled for a long time, but still could only recall sporadic fragments, as if a corner of his memory was missing.

Snapped.

Suddenly, he bumped into a slightly warm body.He sniffed the familiar scent, and he felt at ease.

"Little... Maru..."

kill him!

These words pierced his head like a needle, and he couldn't help holding his head, kneeling on the endless long road, and asked in a low voice: "Who? Killed...who?"

"Kill Sesshomaru." The girl in Lin Jian who was holding a mirror said calmly.

A dagger stood in front of his knee, and the gray mist was blown away by the wind, revealing the appearance of the source of warmth.

He was dressed in a white robe with plum blossoms on the front, and a demon helmet on his shoulders. His silver hair neatly extended to his ankles.

wow.

He pulled out the short knife in front of him, and staggered forward, his feet bent, and he was already sunk in the white tail velvet in front of the man's shoulder.

"It's so warm, it's... the smell of peace of mind..." Ye Xiaoxiao muttered to himself, took a breath, then straightened up and held the dagger in front of him.

He raised his head and bumped into the man's eyes, his extremely pale and cold pupils.He looked at him the same as when we first met, but there was a little difference.But what was the difference, he couldn't tell.

Perhaps, it is just a kind of intuition derived from beasts.

With a movement of the short dagger, a pair of teary eyes were reflected.

who is thisCry so ugly?

"You're crying." The voice was very faint, but very familiar.

who?Who is speaking?

He didn't realize it until the cool tears fell on his neck.

Ye Xiaoxiao raised the back of his hand and rubbed it, but tears, big and small, kept falling like messy threads.He couldn't help wiping it with both hands, but he still felt that it wasn't enough.

who?Who can help me?