This is My Juggernaut Journey

"How do you know..."

The latter words could no longer be said, because they clearly saw that Zhu Shi's body was turning into fly ash and annihilated without sunlight.

"Ghost Dance is the root of all evil spirits. If the root is cut off, the poor people he created will be relieved." Zhu Shi explained, then turned his head and saw the boy who was also disappearing, "Yue Shilang, the remaining The human-changing potion under it should also turn you into a human, so you don’t have to leave with me.”

"Wherever Lord Zhu Shi goes, I will go, even hell." The young man replied firmly. Originally, both of them could survive, but Zhu Shi left the hope of survival to Mi Douzi, so he would not stay either. Down.

"Thank you for your hard work. We should have passed away long ago. Thank you for accompanying me through the long and desperate time." The ashes were gone from the waist down, but Zhu Shi had no fear at all.

Endless life is pain and despair.

Looking at each other without words, when the disappearing body has spread to the chin, the boy mustered all his courage.

"Master Zhu Shi, I like you! Please marry me in your next life!!"

The voice made Zhu Shi's eyes widen, as if extremely surprised, but she had disappeared below the bridge of the nose, and Yu Shilang could no longer hear the answer, but he saw Master Zhu Shi's beautiful eyes gradually disappearing.

There are surprises, calmness, joy and agreement......

it is more than words.

Yu Shilang disappeared without leaving anything in the world, but everyone clearly saw the smile on his face.

Leaving with a smile is perhaps the greatest happiness.

From the pillar down, all the ghost killing team members were speechless. They saw a farewell, and it must become the clearest memory together with the bloody battle.

Kamado Tanjiro was crying with his sister in his arms. In this time and space, he didn't learn too many ways to kill, and he didn't bear too many fates, but Midouzi can return to human beings, which is the biggest gain.

Because fundamentally speaking, young people don't want to be strong......

"If all the ghosts were like this, surely we would have less trouble." Xing Shoulang chuckled, as the strongest surviving force, he actually felt that he had no strength at all.

"So, will Yuzuru Himura, who saved everything, come back?" Die Ninja asked suddenly, staring blankly at the top of the mountain, holding a bottle of beer, which was found from the ruins of the village.

Including Yan Zhu, everyone looked at each other without answering. Killing Ghost Wu is nothing tragic. The price is so high that one person's life is needed as a sacrifice.

"Really?" Butterfly smiled miserably, and suddenly raised her hand to smash the wine bottle, but just held it above her head and didn't move anymore, one hand was already on the wine bottle.

you.......

Everyone stared at the person as if they had seen a ghost. Yuzuru was indeed like a ghost now. His skin was already stained red by the oozing blood. He looked extremely red all over. Every step he took would leave bloody footprints. The left hand was drooping beside the body, and it looked like the bones were shattered, while the remaining three fingers of the right hand held the wine bottle and broke the bottle neck casually.

Gollum.

He raised his head to drink, and then lowered the bottle. The beer was terrible, but at the moment it was like nectar, maybe this was the scent of victory.

"From now on..." Yuxian opened his mouth, took a deep look at Butterfly Shinobi who was about to rush up to rescue him, turned around slowly, left a bloody footprint in the sun, walked a few meters, turned to look To a group of humans staring blankly at him, even the wounded stood up, as if countless people who had been killed for thousands of years were waiting for the next words.

The corners of the swordsman's lips were upturned, and he raised the wine bottle very freely, announcing in a flat tone:

"Destroy all evil spirits!!"

After the words fell, before the deafening cheers, the swordsman who cut off the thousand-year fate disappeared, as if he had melted into the bright sunshine.

Flick your sleeves and hide your achievements and fame!

PS: Well, the writing of Demon Slayer: Blade is finally finished, and it’s pretty smooth, thank you everyone, and the next step is to go back to Sekiro to do something.

Chapter 270 Summary

Huhu......

The strong wind is still there, and nothing seems to have changed on the wilderness covered with broken swords. No matter whether the people who went out from the expedition return or not, they will stand here forever, waiting for the next visitor.

call......

The sound of breathing gradually eased. The bare-chested swordsman lay on his back on the sand dune. His blood-colored skin had returned to fairness, and the interlaced wounds had disappeared. He stared at the sky without blinking. In the middle of "wake up", he raised his hands in front of his face. His left hand, which should have been broken into pieces, and his right hand, which lacked three fingers, had recovered as before. He flipped back and forth several times, and then his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

There is no need to call out to anyone for treatment here, as long as you can come back, all injuries will recover in an instant.

Hahahaha!

Yuzuru was laughing wildly, the return of another death fight, and another survival from a desperate situation!Once again return to silence in the most noisy time!

After a few more seconds, the maniacal laughter subsided, and the joy disappeared. He stared at the sky slightly profoundly, with all kinds of emotions flowing in his heart.

It's such an amazing life...  

The swordsman who killed all the evil spirits was smiling wryly. The savior seemed to be doing it very well, and only he knew the pain. The blood vessels all over his body were almost burst, and the pain of muscle tear eliminated 90.00% of the people, while the rest And the one percent of them have to face all kinds of temptations.

Yuzuru was also shaken by wanting to embrace her lover to go back to seclusion, or want to have stronger power, but fortunately she carried it through in the end.

On the road to the top, it seems that the leftovers are king, and those who can go up are the strong in mind and body, but most people go astray halfway.

"Little ghost, after you came back from the bloody battle, did you just lie on the ground to support the corpse?" An old voice came from behind.

Yuxian propped up his body with his hands, sat up slowly, and looked behind him.

There is a gate there, and the gatekeeper sits on the stone in front of the gate, pouring an open bottle of beer into his mouth with all his heart, which happens to be the bottle Die Ninja dug out before.

"Is this good to drink?"

"It's unpalatable, extremely bitter and tasteless, which makes the old man wonder what the person who made it has intentions." He shook the bottle wholeheartedly, and then drank it up, "But with victory as a side dish, it's barely enough able to swallow."

The Juggernaut loves wine, and is a master of wine tasting. Yuxian wanted to say that there are top-grade beers, but he shook his head and said forget it.

"I forgot last time. I will get you some good wine from my hometown in the future."