If You Can Read the File, You Will Die

Become a red streamer in the air.

boom!

It accurately sank into the target hundreds of meters away.

"Yuan Boya, why didn't you follow Qingming's instructions and insisted on attacking that boy?"

The crisp bell sounded in the ears.

Yuan Boya, who was covered in sweat all over his body, let go of the bowstring in his hand again, and waited until the last arrow was shot before placing the huge longbow on the wooden stand aside.

"There is no reason." Yuan Boya turned his head and said lightly.

The girl has a delicate face like a blooming flower.

Different from the previous go-out outfit.

Now the slender body is wearing a kimono with red lace as the background, and the paper umbrella painted with pictures of unknown meaning expands, blocking all the sunlight that is still warm.

At this time, Guangjie's brows were already furrowed, and he seemed not satisfied with the other party's answer.

"Since Qingming has already made up his mind, it is better to act now when the opponent becomes stronger!"

Seeing his sister's cold face, Yuan Boya still said.

"You still haven't understood Seimei's intention." The girl said softly.

Then, as if enduring some severe pain, Kagura clasped her right hand to her chest.

Fine beads of sweat continued to overflow from her forehead.

"God music!"

Yuan Boya immediately walked behind the girl, and put his palms on her back.

After the gentle power slowly entered the girl's body, the seemingly painful expression finally eased a lot.

"You have to endure this kind of pain every time the moon is full. It is really the same as what Qingming said. Is it related to the recovery of the Dark Lord?" Yuan Boya said in a deep voice.

"It's an old problem, it's almost time to get used to it." Kagura shook his head.

The intense pain finally receded like a tide.

"I don't understand why Qingming doesn't plan to attack Qiuyue Cheng, but don't worry, I will shoot him through my arrows!" Yuan Boya's eyes flashed a very strong murderous intent.

356.

The existence of the Dark Lord actually didn't have much impact on them.

At least in the war called a catastrophe by magicians in Western Europe five years ago, they had no direct hostile relationship with Akizuki Makoto, and even under Seimei's order, all onmyojis and samurai kept absolutely quiet .

That was the most peaceful period in Japanese history.

But the most important reason is that the opponent's battlefield is not on the land of Japan.

By the time they realized the true identity of the Dark Lord, the other party had already left Japan and was rampant in Western Europe.

"Give up that unfulfilled wish." Kagura turned around, facing Yuan Hiroya with her umbrella.

"Even your strongest arrow can't penetrate the opponent's defense, which has already determined the outcome of the next battle. And now that the opponent has become alert, I'm afraid you will rarely have the chance to make a move."

"Even if you can't succeed, you need to try to know."

"Instead of wasting time on that, why not prepare Seimei's birthday celebration."

"... Qingming never cared so much before." Yuan Boya was puzzled by this.

"Why did Seimei suddenly make this plan? Now that the Dark Lord appears again, the big fanfare will only make us more attention?"

A birthday is probably just an anniversary for ordinary people.

But for an onmyoji, it's like an earth-bound spirit whose name is known. To a certain extent, it is equivalent to telling others about one of his weaknesses.

"Because it feels like it's going to be fun."

A flat, soft voice sounded slowly from the sides of the two of them.

"Sunny."

The two turned their heads almost at the same time.

A slender figure immediately came into view.

The black Liwu hat, the fair but not pale face, the long pure white hair scattered behind him wantonly, and the navy blue hunting clothes undoubtedly reveal the identity of the other party.

— Onmyoji.

Abe Seimei.

pat-

Between the slender fingers, the yellowed paper fan suddenly opened, bringing a strong rhythmic sound.

"It's been a long time since such an interesting thing happened. This time it's rare that the Dark Lord appears on the ground under his feet. He should do something fun."

"Qingming, you..." Yuan Boya frowned suddenly.