I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer Chapter 1137 on Novelsera

To be left in the underworld forever, it is simply life rather than death.
The black dragon turned into black smoke, rolled up a strange wind, and swept away from Kuangsan’s head.
The intertwined chains twitched the air, and Kurumi held up his three hands and kicked forward to interrupt the “Blood Dance Festival”.
As long as I interrupt myself fast enough, you can’t say I’m empty!
Kuang San turned his head and looked at the direction in which the Marquis of Vauban fled.
The gorgeous purple sword energy smashed through the strange wind, and the staggered sword marks stagnated in the air, becoming more and more intense, even a bit like the flowers in the ink painting.
The young girl stood at the root of the flower branch, holding a tachi with a purple-red halo in her hand.
With her daubing, Jian Qi painted plum blossoms, blooming on the branches, tearing apart the black strange wind.
“—Flowers blooming with cold shadows.”
The girl put the knife into the sheath, and all the flower branches and plum blossoms exploded. The icy sword energy was filled with chills, stirring the strange wind into a mess.
The gray chain protruding from the vicinity of Kurumi took the opportunity to entangle in it, forcibly detaining Sombra’s spiritual body.
Kurumi was a little stunned when he looked at the girl who walked over step by step.
The green fruit at the beginning seems to be ripe.
The girl had a plump curve that even a scarlet kimono could not hide, and she slowly approached Kurumi.
The bright red eyes were covered with mist, and the wind blew the tips of his hair and his robes, revealing a long white and tender calf.
She wears a Tamamo front mask with red stripes on a white background on her head, and that grotesque crying face seems to explain the girl’s mood at the moment.
The appearance is the same as when they were separated, but the nameless at the moment is no longer the Kabaneri.
It was as if something hot was sliding down his cheek.
Wuming lowered his head and reached out his hand to move the mask to the front to cover his face.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and the girl didn’t want her sister to see her crying.
It’s just… the hand holding the mask was held by a warm hand.
So warm… just like the smell in my memory.
The sour taste kept coming up, so strange, Wuming opened his mouth but couldn’t make a sound, only the sound of empty breathing.
Don’t cry…don’t cry.
After wandering in so many worlds for so long, I finally saw my sister. She should be beautiful and happy.
But… can’t hold back.
With his fingers intertwined, Kurumi held the girl’s soft little hand.
No one knew the weight he held in his hand, and Kuang San could only sigh at the beauty of the girl at the moment.
What is sacrificed behind the beauty, the silent girl may only hide it in her heart forever.
Nameless is my sister’s cat, that’s all, that’s enough.
The pain can only be buried in the heart, bit by bit.
But only at this moment, the persevering girl seemed to be unable to carry it any longer.
“elder sister…”
“Sister wow!!!”
Kuang San was silent, and slowly knelt down halfway, hugged Wuming, and stroked the girl’s slender back.
The girl who can cut off the mountains and seas seems to be unable to stand at this moment.
The cheeks were gently close, and the lips touched the teardrops.
“Sorry, Hozumi.”
The nameless body trembled.
“it does not matter…”
“Sister doesn’t need to be sorry…”
“Sister…Sister has paid a lot for Suoji.”
With messy words, Kurumi could only hold the girl tighter.
The world has been overturned, and Wuming does not know what Kuangsan paid to change history.
“Sister said that time is crueler than anything.” With a sobbing voice, Wuming looked at the magnificent red eyes in front of him.
“Even if two people swear each other and try to make their attachment to each other eternal, that attachment will one day turn into dust in the torrent of time.”
“Sister said…”
“One day, Suoji will forget it. Forget that there was once a person who accompanied Suoji to watch the fireworks of Tanabata.”
The soft voice was a little firm, but still trembling.
“But, Hozumi didn’t forget.”