Dark Soul Moon

Although there is a saying in the country across the sea that it is called taking a step back to broaden the sea and the sky, Yuzao can't go back.

If she retreated, her charm would be completely denied.

"Asshole, I must make you fall in love with me, and then I will play with your feelings severely!"

The girl thought so in her heart.

Of course, she dared not say it out loud for fear of being heard by someone.

It's possible that a big monster can be like her.

…………

Jiu Tun was lying lazily on the ground at this moment.

She doesn't want to move.

Although his arm was cut off again, Shuten didn't care about it.

Anyway, the arm can be connected.

she thought.

Just as Jiu Tun was enjoying the aftertaste of the carefree battle, a figure enveloped her.

"Oh, who did I see?"

she said so.

"Shuten-douji, you dare to appear in Heian capital!"

The person who came was a woman with a plump figure, but at this time her face was full of coldness.

"Why, does the famous Minamoto Larimitsu want to kill me?"

Shuten stood up with one arm supporting his body indifferently.

As if she was not worried that Minamoto Raikou would attack her, she bent down and took back the severed arm.

After a little movement, Jiu Tun took out the wine gourd on his waist and took a sip of fine wine.

The wine gourd she usually used was broken, and it was damaged by the unknown wine that Ashes gave her.

At that time, the golden wine directly melted through the ordinary wine gourd and dripped to the ground.

Jiu Tun didn't feel much damage to the wine gourd she used to use, but she was heartbroken by the wine dripping on the ground.

That's a good wine that only that guy has.

Anyway, Shuten has never seen such a strong wine elsewhere.

In contrast, the wine you drink on weekdays seems bland and tasteless.

Sticking out his tongue, he licked his lips.

"Is there anything else, stinky cow? If not, then I'll go back to Dajiangshan first."

Jiu Tun shook the wine gourd and pinned it to his waist.

This wine gourd was made by herself, and it was specially used to hold the fine wine given by that guy.

If he lost a little bit, Shuten would feel extremely heartbroken.

"Chong!"

A sharp samurai sword was placed in front of the petite ghost king.

Alcohol narrowed his eyes.

"Looks like there's still going to be a fight, stinky cow."

she said so.

"Is Ping An Jing a place where you can come and go whenever you want?"

Yuan Lai's face is as frosty as frost.

She never thought that she would be able to meet Shuten-douji in Heianjing.

Then, I have the obligation to drive the ghost king of Dajiangshan out of Ping'an capital.

Who knows why the other party sneaked into Ping'an capital secretly?

How many people have been swallowed by Shuten Doji?

The owner of this house must have been murdered by Shuten-douji, and the bloodstains all over the floor are the best proof.

However, I don't know who the owner of the house is, who was able to cut off Shuten-douji's arm at the cost of his own life.

A samurai with such abilities should not be unknown.

Minamoto Raimitsu looked at the petite ghost king in front of him vigilantly and thought.

"I came to Heianjing just to drink. Although I also want to find someone to fight, I don't want to fight with you."

Alcohol said so.

"Are you afraid of failing yourself?"