Looking at Bi Shui's departing figure, Nangong Zhe's left hand tightened as if he was holding onto something.
Nangong Zhe scanned the room with his immense mental power in an instant. After making sure that there was nothing to monitor him, Nangong Zhe took a few steps forward and closed the door.
Sitting on the chair behind the desk, Nangong Zhe casually placed the blood-red robe that belonged to the Banishment Elder to the side. He then took out the thing in his left hand. It was a scroll that looked a little old.
The words "Action Record" were directly written on the scroll.
"This Bi Shui, what is the meaning of secretly stuffing this scroll into my hands? Is there something else that can't be exposed … "
Nangong Zhe was a little puzzled because he basically didn't have any contact with a hidden force like the Blood-Red Robe Pavilion. What did their actions have to do with him? Not to mention, this seemed to be an action record from a long time ago.
For some unknown reason, Nangong Zhe's heart began to feel a little irritable.
Nangong Zhe held the scroll in his hand and didn't open it for a long time.
"Why is this? Why is my heart so unsettled? "
Nangong Zhe didn't know what was wrong with him. Even the scroll in his hand was stuffed into Nangong Zhe's chest and he didn't look at it again.
Should I go to the Lion Clan's alternate space to see my sister, Mashiro, and Little Linger?
During the trial, what the inner demon did to the three girls in the illusion made Nangong Zhe want to see them very much.
Nangong Zhe walked to a slightly wider area in the office and inserted the Heaven's Disaster Sword into the ground. A formation instantly spread out and burst out with a faint but very conspicuous brilliance.
With a flash of brilliance, Nangong Zhe's figure disappeared from the office of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion.
Several Altar Masters simultaneously felt the spatial fluctuations coming from Nangong Zhe's office, but none of them cared. They just continued with their work. However, the brilliance in their eyes proved that they were not as calm as they appeared to be.
…
With a flash of light, Nangong Zhe's figure appeared in front of the small house built from pure white in the Lion Clan's alternate space.
She gently pushed open the door and saw Mashiro sitting in the courtyard, sewing something with a needle and thread in his hands.
Nangong Zhe had already walked to Mashiro's side. Mashiro did not even realize that there was an additional person behind him. Perhaps it was because Mashiro felt particularly safe in the Lion Clan's alternate dimension?
"Sigh …" Mashiro let out a long sigh and put the needle and thread and cloth in his hands on the table in front of him. He looked at his masterpiece with some relief.
"I don't know if Miyagi will like this kind of clothes?"
The clothes that Mashiro sewed were actually for Nangong Zhe.
"I like it very much …"
"Ah! So Miyagi likes it very much … "
The two of them awkwardly chatted for a while.
Wait, Mashiro suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Didn't Miyagi leave the alternate dimension to deal with some things in the Shinobi World? How could she answer his question?
"Really … Why do I have such a problem with auditory hallucinations?"
Mashiro turned around and seemed to be going into the house to pour himself a glass of water. However, he directly bumped into Nangong Zhe's arms.
"Miyagi? You … You're back? "
Mashiro realized that Nangong Zhe was back, but his eyes didn't dare to look at Nangong Zhe.
He struggled twice with his hands and broke free from Nangong Zhe's arms.
Sure enough … Mashiro is still blaming me?
Although a large part of the reason why Mashiro broke free from his arms was because of her shyness, but the way she didn't dare to look at Nangong Zhe and the panicked tone made Nangong Zhe feel that Mashiro still hasn't gotten over betraying him.
But this kind of thing can't be solved with a few words, in the end, Mashiro needs to walk out of this dead end by himself. So Nangong Zhe also changed the topic and said to Mashiro:
"Did you make clothes for me?"
As he said that, Nangong Zhe picked up the clothes that Mashiro put on the table.
"I learned some clothes making skills from Yabuki sis. I wanted to make a few sets of clothes for you for a long time. After all, you only have a few sets of clothes, and they're already worn out. When I came here, I didn't have much to do, so I asked Li Yang to get me some cloth to try making some. "
Mashiro rubbed the corner of his clothes from time to time. He didn't have his usual calmness, instead, he was a little panicked, like a small animal that had never seen a stranger before.
"Can I give it a try?"
"Oh! Of course, of course … I don't have your exact size, so I made the clothes based on my memory. I don't know if it's suitable … "
Before Mashiro finished his sentence, Nangong Zhe had already put on the clothes that Mashiro made.
Different from the slightly longer clothes in the past, the clothes that Mashiro made this time were shorter, and the color was very warm. Wearing it, Nangong Zhe didn't have the cold feeling that he used to have. Instead, he looked very gentle.
"Is it suitable?"
Nangong Zhe smiled and said to Mashiro.
Although Mashiro's clothes making skills were still a little rough, there were many parts that were a little rough. But Nangong Zhe was very happy that he could wear the clothes made by Mashiro.
This made Nangong Zhe feel very warm in his heart. With Nangong Rou, Mashiro, and Little Linger, this was a real home for Nangong Zhe, right?
Looking at Nangong Zhe's gentle smile, Mashiro only felt that the anxiety in his heart seemed to be expelled in an instant. All that was left was a slight warmth that warmed his heart.
A thin layer of mist uncontrollably appeared in his eyes, and he felt like he was about to cry.
Looking at Mashiro, Nangong Zhe gently pressed his hand on Mashiro's head.
"During this period of time, I believe that you have endured for a long time, and blamed yourself for a long time. It's okay, cry to your heart's content. I'm not only Nangong Zhe, but I'm also your family. Whether you're happy or sad, I have the responsibility to share with you … "
It would have been better if Nangong Zhe didn't say this, but when he said this, Mashiro's eyes were like a broken dam.
Tears rolled down from Mashiro's eyes, and sobs came from his throat.
Every time Mashiro faced Nangong Rou, and Little Linger said that she was worried about her Brother Nangong, it was a different kind of torture and condemnation for Mashiro.
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