Of course, Hayato Mido didn't want to rub things with Mishima's left hand. He held Mishima's left arm and then raised his hard-working palm to release a holy light.

The light ball is dazzling.

When used in ghost movies, it can at least reduce the horror by dozens of percentage points.

"Don't be afraid, this technique is very useful for treating injuries."

She was not afraid of losing the island love. Mito Kwan would never harm her. She firmly believed in this.

There was no holy light healing and could not help but whimper, but the traces burned by the fire quickly became scabbed and no longer hurt. If you came a few more times, maybe even the scar would not be left behind.

Mishima Love did not look at the scars on his hands more, but looked at Hayato Mizuto quietly.

Anyway, even the injuries of broken fingers and limbs can be recovered, and just burning is nothing.

During these ten hours of care, she had repeatedly looked at Mito dozens of times, but she was Mito Jun who was sleeping, and now she was Mito who was awake and open with her eyes open.

Mito Jun can't say that they are so handsome, but their eyes are particularly energetic.

It was not exaggerated to the extent that there was a brilliant galaxy inside, but looking at these eyes, I felt like I was full of courage. For her, this was almost the same as the brilliant galaxy.

"Okay, I will release you a few more times...the light of the righteous path will be guaranteed to give you a beautiful arm."

The name of Holy Light is too inconsistent. The light of the righteous way sounds like a product of East Asia.

"...not beautiful..." Mishimalian caressed his left arm, feeling the effect brought by the holy light.

"Guji." Her stomach started to whine again.

Mizuto Hayato pushed the white porridge over: "Your stomach is screaming again, eat it quickly."

This was the second time Mito pushed white porridge to Mishima Liane. Her weak personality, who would not refuse, immediately softened when she saw Mito Hayato's eyes, and took the white porridge and started drinking obediently.

"Um."

I used the spoon that Mito Hayato had just used. After watching Mito take two or three bites, Mito remembered this.

Is it considered an indirect kiss? I made a profit from a love affair without an island.

"Click, click."

But as he ate white porridge, tears after tears came from his eyes, and soybeans fell to the ground and broke.

Too bad to eat? Not so.

After encountering a fire and having a family member dies, the spirit of losing the island is very fragile now.

"I'm sorry, so happy, that's why I cried." Mishima Lian put down the spoon bowl and wiped his cheeks with his hands on his back. "No one is so kind to me except grandma."

"I'm so worried about you, Mito Kwan..." Mishima looked at the tears falling to the ground and in the bowl with tears in tears.

She picked up the white porridge, ate it in big mouthfuls, and swallowed it.

It seems like I want to chew and swallow all the bad luck, bad luck and horror that I had in the past ten years.

Chew all the unpleasant things into pieces.

All, all.

"Puff."

Mido Hayato suddenly burst out laughing.

"..." Listening to Mito's laughter, Mishima Yan wanted to cry louder, but wanted to suppress her crying, she whimpered, "Is it too ugly for me to cry now?"

"Do you know what you look like now?" Mizuto Hayato waved his hand, "It's like a squirrel who is extremely hungry in winter, constantly squeezing nuts into his mouth. Speaking of which, there are many squirrels in the back mountain, so you can take a look."

Mito compared herself to a hamster, laughing with tears in her eyes, she could imagine what she looks like now.

With difficulty, I took a pack of toilet paper from not far from the tatami, and Mito handed it to Mishima Love.

"Pull it."

"Thank you..." Mishima Lian took the toilet paper and stopped crying even harder.

Fortunately, the nearest residential area is also a distance away from the back mountain, otherwise if someone heard it, Mizuto Hayato would be unable to argue.

After venting for almost ten minutes, the island-lost love finally stopped crying.

The pear blossoms crying in the island are raining, and their eyes are red and swollen.

"If there is porridge in the pot, I'll give me another bowl." Mizuto Hayato looked at Mishimayan and cried. At this time, what she needed most was catharsis.

"Yeah." The voice of the island-loving love was a little louder than when he was timid before. Although he was still timid overall, he might have heard that he had some vitality.

When I walked into the bedroom again, Hayato Mizuto had already gritted his teeth and struggled to put on his pants and top.

Holy Light is not a panacea. After several consecutive shots, it did not completely resolve muscle fatigue. I hope I can draw out the skills that specifically relieve debuff in the future.

This time, I simply brought the rice cooker and a pair of bowls and spoons.

"The porridge is a little hot, please be careful with hot."

While talking about chores, the two of them slowly finished this not-so-sourcing dinner. Basically, Mizuto Hayato asked questions and answered the island-lost love. The questions and answers were very regular, but neither of them talked about what happened in Jidao Financial Company.

Hayato Mizuto didn't want to tell those bloody stories that had passed. Love in the island was vaguely seen. Even if she stood downstairs, she could see the dead souls floating out of the window at that time.

Mito Kwan killed someone.

Moreover, more than one of them were killed. Isaac had also accidentally seen murderers on the streets of Tokyo, but behind them they would more or less follow the souls of the dead.

But Mitojun is clean like the pure land of the Waste Spirit Shrine. Even if someone is killed in his hands, he has never seen any resentful spirits.

Could it be that the person who killed the evil people would not have evil spirits? Or is it that Mito Kwan is such a sincere gentleman who will not be infected with evil?

"I'll go wash the tableware."

"Isanji." Mito Hayato stopped Mito.

"Hiyi."

"What are you going to do after that?"

"After..." Mishima Lian was sitting on the ground again, biting her lip, "I don't know... I have no relatives anymore..."

Her eyes were full of confusion. She had been living a life of frequent moving houses since she was a child. Now her only place of residence has become ashes in the fire. Tokyo is so big that there is no place to accommodate herself.

Mishima remembered the stray cats and dogs on the streets of Tokyo. He was exactly the same as them, no difference.

"Live here, live in the Shrine of the Waste Spirit."

"Living, live here?" Lushi Isaac's heart suddenly jumped.

Her head was shaking like a rattle, and she was shaking her hands in a panic: "No, no, no, no, I can't live here, I can live in a hotel, an Internet cafe, and rent a house..."

As he said that, he was about to stand up when he lost the island.

Just kidding, Mito Hayato probably also understands the economic situation of the island-lost love, where can she get the money to live in a hotel and rent a house?

If you really don’t live in the Waste Spirit Shrine, you will probably become pitiful like stray cats and dogs.

“Living here.”

Mido Hayato grabbed the hands of the Mishima Lover and looked at her eyes firmly.
Chapter completed!