Chapter 21 Section 12

Ulala lay naked in the bleak moonlight, brooding on the tiled roof of the temple. The bell rumbled, and the bronze notes vibrated endlessly. There was a drop of tear in Ulala's eye socket, which was condensed firmly. The sadder some memories are, the harder they are to forget. If it is difficult to forget, memories will become part of the person, or even become the possession of the person. Some kind of power is entrusted to the future that Ulala has to do, something called a mission. The future is chaotic and uncertain, and the mission is difficult and dangerous. This is the goal that a man should bravely pursue.

Then a kind of non-human called a hero is born. However, Ulala likes to simply look at the moonlight and live in memories. He knew he wasn't hero material. Not before. I don't want to in the future. "Go away!" Every time Ulala thinks of these two words, tears will roll in her innocent smile. Life hunter, life hunter, thousands of strange lives in the world can be freely used, but your own destiny is just a few words. Ever really mastered anything? "That's okay." Ulala said with a smile. He didn't care that much.It is the most blamed place for him to be big and transformed.

A black lightning passed through more than a dozen large trees, the branches and leaves rustled, and in the blink of an eye, it had already slipped onto the roof of the temple. White-collar black cat, gentleman. "Did you find anything?" Ulala sat up cross-legged, and the gentleman nodded. "Is it fierce?" Ulala's eyes lit up. The gentleman shook his head, but then narrowed his eyes in disgust. "So, do you think there is a chance?" Wu Lala became happy instead, and the gentleman was helpless. "Anyway, please." Ulala put her right hand on the gentleman's forehead and murmured: "'I'm thinking about you', come on!"

The gentleman closed his eyes tightly, and the fine black fur on his body immediately stood up, a warm current climbed up Ulala's right palm along the cat's forehead, and several purple lines appeared on his originally blank and clean palm, slowly twisting move. The moonlight was like boiling water, the silvery air began to swell and turbulence, the rubble rattled slightly, and a mellow air bloomed from Ulala's body, full and full. Ulala patted the gentleman's face and said with a smile, "Thanks!" Looking at the purple swirl on her palm. "Meow——" the gentleman scratched his head, with a helpless expression of what I can do.

This fateful "dream" could not stay on the body of the life hunter with a special physique for too long, so Ulala took a deep breath, bit her finger, and blood spurted from the fingertips. Ulala put her fingers on her chest and sang Teresa Teng's "The Moon Represents My Heart". Strangely, the blood spilled out at a galloping speed, turning into exaggerated ocher texts one after another along the yellow skin , covering the naked body. The ochre-red writing is the ancient Chinese official script, crawling, floating, and whispering on Ulala's muscles as if alive under the moonlight.

"You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you, go and have a look, you have to think about it, the moon represents my heart..." This is how the densely packed red words are written, Teresa Teng's lyrics are difficult The longing in Ulala's body was captured. Ulala clasped her palms together and prayed silently. The gentleman rolled onto Ulala's left hand like a ball of hair, and Ulala grabbed it lightly, and ran towards Shibuya.