[Comprehensive] Seimei Abe is also in the Shura field today

——Qingming has calculated thousands of times, but it can't calculate the extent to which people can do evil.

Qingming was drugged, and even Qingming didn't realize when and where the drug was given to him. These people must have been planning for a long time.

When Seimei woke up from the drowsiness and opened his eyes, he found that his limbs were numb and weak, and he couldn't even move his fingertips.Even so, those people seemed to be uneasy. Qingming was tied up in five flowers, and the thick hemp rope was tied round and round, and Qingming was tightly bound to the pillars in the shrine.

Seimei endured the needle-like pain from his forehead, looked around with difficulty, and found himself leaning against the wooden pillar of the shrine.In the shrine, the wooden table and incense box, which had been neatly placed, were overturned on the ground as if they were knocked down by something, and traces of being dragged and struggling could be vaguely seen.

Seimei had never been so angry.Frost condensed in his eyes, and a deep dark blue spread from the bottom of his eyes. Winds gathered from nowhere in the messy shrine, and these winds howled through the doors and windows of the shrine, surrounding Seimei.

"Broken—" With Qingming's cold shout, the rope wrapped around him was torn apart by the wind.Qingming closed his eyes and was running his spiritual power. The drugs that paralyzed his limbs evaporated from his body, allowing Qingming to regain his mobility.

Seimei stood up from the bondage, and walked quickly outside the shrine.

At this time, the village by the sea was filled with strong winds blowing from the sea, and these winds howled and howled, almost blowing people away.

Black clouds piled up in the sky, densely entrenched over the village, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the depths of the clouds.

The wind swirled even faster, almost sweeping Seimei up.The water vapor in the air was heavy, and the fishy smell of the sea permeated Qingming's nose.

Qingming felt a chill: This is the news that a big storm is coming!

So what about the desert?Where has Huang been taken?

"Damn it!" The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger, Qingming gritted his teeth, put his fingers on his chest, and chanted: "The universe is positioned, the wind will dispel the devil, and the sky will return!" The light blue spiritual power immediately enveloped Qingming, Qingming The radiance radiating from the whole body pierced this gray world, and the ray of light flew down from the shrine on the mountain like a meteor, rushing towards the coast where the waves roared—

On the coast, Huang stumbled and walked, the fine gravel covered on the beach pierced his delicate soles without clogs and foot bags, but he walked numbly and sluggishly as if he could not feel the pain.Huang's hands were tied with hemp rope, and surrounded by villagers who were staring at him to prevent him from escaping, and who he once wanted to protect from the bottom of his heart.

——They want to dedicate him to the sea god to calm the sudden storm.

It was raining lightly on the coast, and the raindrops with the smell of the sea soaked Huang's god's clothes. The white cloth was attached to his body, and the heavy god's clothes with moisture made Huang's movements more and more slow.

"Seimei..."

Huang murmured Qingming's name in a low voice, as if this would make his heart full of holes feel better.But Seimei was tied up in the shrine, tied up with hemp rope, and unconscious.

When Huang was tied up and dragged out by the villagers, he saw Qingming, who was unconscious, being kicked several times by those who were dissatisfied with him.

Huang's hair was completely wet from the increasing rain, sticking to his neck and forehead.The cold rain continued to slide down his cheeks, as if Huang was crying.Huang knew he wasn't crying, and he couldn't cry anymore, as if the tears had dried up, and all that was left was indifference and mockery of his innocent self in the past.

Under everyone's gaze, he shuffled onto the thin wooden boat, and the creaking wooden boat was soon swept by the waves and drifted to the depths of the sea.

The sea breeze was cold, and so were the raindrops that fell from the sky and hit the back.

Huang saw the coast getting farther and farther away, and the faces of the villagers who forced him to step on this canoe of no return could not be seen.Under the storm and waves, it seemed that only Huang was left.The wooden boat under his feet sank more and more, the water filled the boat, and not far away, a huge wave was rolling the white waves of the waves, and it was about to sweep towards the desert.

Huang didn't close his eyes, watching the huge wave rushing towards him with its bloody mouth open.

——The cold sea water that seemed to freeze even the soul spread over Huang's head, and the huge waves engulfed Huang's thin figure.

Huang kept sinking, the surroundings were pitch black, there was no sound, no temperature, as if Huang had just died.

Huang opened his eyes wide, like those who would not close their eyes, but the darkness always surrounded him.

But there is a subtle light coming to Huang's eyes through this thick darkness.

At first, it was as inconspicuous as a firefly, and then it became brighter and closer.The light was blue and silvery white, like stars falling from the sky and falling into the cold and dark seabed, illuminating the barren world.

Those lights exploded in front of Huang's eyes, in this radiance that almost hurt Huang's eyes slightly, someone in the silver-white moon hanging in the sea was reaching out to him.

——That was Seimei.

Huang came back to his senses, and found that it was Seimei swimming towards him in the sea, the silver hair exuding a soft radiance like the moon.That face was full of anxiety and worry, amidst the tumbling waves, Seimei tried his best to stretch out his hand towards Huang who seemed to be dead and let his body sink without moving.

So warm, so dazzling.Huang wanted to reach out his hand to respond to Qingming, but found himself unable to move as if bound by something.

His eyes began to blur, and Huang began to panic. He wanted to move his limbs, but it was like being tied to a heavy stone, and he could only sink into the deeper sea.

The brilliance was gradually being swallowed up, and the surroundings began to darken again, and Huang couldn't see Qingming anymore.

Are you giving up on me too?When the warmth and light disappeared, Huang felt even colder.

The cold made his teeth chatter, so cold that he almost froze his soul.

Then something soft touched Huang's lips.

Fresh air was blown over.

Huang seems to have been forcibly pulled back from the dark world, his eyes are blurred, but Huang will not admit it wrong, this silvery white is clear and clear.

Qingming's face turned pale, and he tried his best to swim towards the sea surface with Huang in his arms, but the wind and waves were too strong, and the undercurrent was raging, sometimes pulling them to a deeper seabed.

If this continues, they will all be buried at the bottom of the sea. If there is no such burden as Huang, Seimei can easily get away, but Seimei is holding on to Huang's arm tightly, and the temperature from the place where Seimei's palm touches with Huang almost makes Huang feel like he is himself. To be scalded.

Facing the violent storm of nature, holding a young man who lost his sense of action in his hands, unable to summon shikigami, the effect of the drug that paralyzed his limbs before seems to be still there, and Seimei, who is as powerful as Seimei, seems to have no choice but to do whatever he wants. To be swallowed by the wind and waves by oneself.

But at least... let Huang be saved.Holding this belief, Qingming kept moving her limbs, paddling towards the sea leading to life.

There is the sound of taiko drums, and the holy and ethereal music comes from the distant sea.The wind and waves seem to be increasing, and the white waves are surging, even rushing towards the village, but the undercurrent sweeping towards Qingming and Huang is gradually decreasing.

The waves on the sea are violent, but the currents on the bottom of the sea quietly surround Qingming and Huang, just like being in a mother's body.

Huang, who was protected by Qingming in his arms, moved, the invisible force that originally restrained him could no longer restrain Huang.

Starting from the feet, then the legs, waist, hands, and head... Huang completely broke free from the heavy shackles, and hugged Qingming's waist instead.

Ara wraps Qingming's waist with one arm, and most of his body sticks to Qingming's back. He hugs Qingming, and the surroundings seem to be twinkling with stars.The starlight and the moonlight on the sea surface, which revealed its true face from behind the dark clouds and flowed into the bottom of the sea, reflected each other. Qingming seemed to see the boy-like Huang growing in the light, and his slender fingers became knuckles sharp and strong. Seeing his body also become tall and slender.

The surface of the sea was no longer so far away. When Huang rushed out of the sea holding Seimei who was about to collapse, Seimei coughed up several sips of water and breathed in the hard-won air in large gulps.

Huang, whose appearance had completely changed from a boy to a mature and stable adult, stood firmly on the turbulent waves, holding Qingming in his arms, and watched indifferently as the storm and waves behind him engulfed the village and everyone in the village.

Qingming was exhausted, and there were still some residues of the medicine that the villagers gave him, not to mention the long time of tossing in the icy sea water.

He was held in Huang's arms, feeling the sea breeze blowing on his face, so Qingming struggled to open his heavy eyelids.

What caught Qingming's eyes was the face of Mr. Huang whom he had seen in Yinyangliao.

"Finally... I woke you up." Qingming murmured, unable to resist the exhaustion and burnout, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Yeah, you woke me up." Huang lowered his head slightly, and gently rubbed his cheek against Qingming, his dark eyes revealed a little affection: "Sleep peacefully, I won't let anyone hurt you again gone."

Amidst the sound of the wind and the roar of the sea, the reborn Son of God hugged Qingming and walked away on the waves.

When Qingming woke up again, he had already returned to his body in Yinyang Liao.Daoist, who had been paying close attention to him, let out a long sigh of relief, with a look of joy and gratitude: "As expected of Qingming! It seems that it has succeeded!"

Qingming blinked slowly, the palpitations that were almost swallowed by the waves still remained in her heart, Qingming only felt the throbbing pain in her forehead, but she didn't notice that Huang's hand in her palm was moving slightly.

Qingming took a long breath, and sat up with effort, feeling heavier than before was really uncomfortable.Qingming was slightly dizzy in front of his eyes, and was shaking his body and wanted to turn over and get on the bed, but was supported by a pair of slender and strong hands: "Qingming, be careful."

"Thank you." Qingming thanked subconsciously, but remembered that the voice was not Daoist's.In this room at the moment, apart from Qingming herself and Dao Zun, the only ones are——

Qingming raised his head, and it happened to fall into those dark eyes.

Qingming's Adam's apple twitched slightly, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar Huang.For a moment, the shy and kind-hearted boy Huang was mixed together with the powerful and cold adult Huang in front of him.

"Thank you...Master Huang." Qingming whispered, gently broke away from Huang's hand, then stood up and took a few steps back.

Dao Zun is such a keen person, he can see the ambiguous atmosphere between Huang and Qingming at a glance, and hastily came out to smooth things over: "Master Huang will lift the curse, and it must take a while to rest. Thanks to Qingming, I was able to wake up Master Huang today. Qingming, you must have spent a lot of energy using that backtracking technique, go back and rest and recharge your batteries."

Qingming nodded slightly, and stopped looking at Huang.Huang's gaze on him made Seimei vaguely remember that the young Huang also looked at him with such eyes.

This state is too dangerous.Both to Seimei and to Huang.Even though Qingming had warned himself several times before that the world was different from this world and not to confuse them, but how can humans be ruthless without grass and trees?The days and nights spent with Huang made Seimei unable to treat Huang simply as a client.In the past, Qingming treated clients with aloofness and politeness, and turned around and left as soon as they resolved their commissions, but Huang was different. Even though he knew that the Huang in front of him was not the one he cared for and spent time with, Qingming still subconsciously went for him. worry.

So what was Huang thinking?Qingming has seen the scene of him being honored and gracious, and also the scene of him being embarrassed and crying. This distance is too close, close to a dangerous level.

Qingming calmed down his turbulent mind, bid farewell to Dao Zun and Huang, and immediately contacted the ox cart in the courtyard to leave Yinyang.

"Run really fast." Huang leaned on the soft couch, and did not stop Qingming from leaving. He smiled with indistinct emotion, and his appearance was more like a sneer, which made Dao Zun's back slightly chill.

"Master Huang... After all, Qingming is young and energetic. If he did anything wrong in waking you up, I will apologize to you on his behalf." Dao Zun hesitated for a while before speaking, he really didn't want this mysterious and profound Because of this, Lord Shenzi Huang had a quarrel with Seimei.

Huang's eyes glanced at him lightly, and said inexplicably: "What is your identity, to apologize for me on his behalf?" Being stared at by those eyes is like icy sea water flowing from the water. Dao Zun's ankle stretched up to his knee, stabbing Dao Zun so much that he quickly bowed his head and said no.

"It's okay. You don't need to worry, I am very grateful to him for waking me up from my nightmare." Huang waved his hand, signaling Dao Zun to step back: "I will go to his house to thank him in person someday."

Hearing this, Dao Zun understood that Huang was not angry, let go of his tense heart for Qingming, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, bowed to Huang, and then left the room.

Huang casually said "um" and let Daoist leave. He looked at his right hand that was holding Qingming's wrist just now, and was quietly lost in thought.

Everything that happened in that nightmare seemed to be vividly remembered.Huang knew that there was no Seimei in his past—he was scolded and beaten by the villagers because of his wrong prediction, and he was locked in a damp cellar until he was sent to the deep sea by the villagers in a wooden boat whose bilge was cut through , before being swallowed by the icy waves.

In the past, there were no white-haired travelers who came by the wind, no divine help, no roasted sweet potatoes, no tacit concert performances at festivals, and no days and nights of discussing divination and astrology together.

Not to mention Seimei who desperately reached out to him in the icy sea to save him.

Huang's hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his nails sank deeply into his palm.Just like the boy in the nightmare he did because of nervousness before he stepped onto the stage, but in this world, even if Qingming was there, he probably wouldn't stretch his fingers for him like that at that time, comforting Huang so that Huang would not hurt himself again.

As long as you close your eyes, the figure of Seimei smiling at him in that nightmare and standing in front of him to protect him will appear in front of you again.At the same time, there will be joy and anticipation in my heart, as if as long as I see Qingming, I will be extremely satisfied.

The heart was beating very fast, as if expressing his longing and love for Qingming.

"The technique of backtracking is truly terrifying." Huang murmured.But inexplicably, he was not angry, and even hoped that if it was true...

——That would be great.

It was as if someone was really willing to stay with him and to do everything for him.

In the nightmare, the teenager Huang dubiously regarded the strange feeling in his chest as empathy because of Seimei's words, but Huang, who has experienced the sophisticated adulthood of the world, would not admit it wrong, what is this feeling.

Even though he knew it was just a false memory that never happened, the throbbing in his heart would not lie.Arafu smiled lowly, and then gradually turned into a big laugh: "Abe Seimei, I remember you!"

Huang opened his eyes, and there were planetariums and spinning tops around him, which were the abilities he was given when he accepted the resurrection of the gods from the cold seabed.

Huang stretched out his fingers forward, and one of the spinning tops jumped onto his fingertips, as if waiting for instructions.

Huang softly said: "Go to Qingming." The top received the order, flew into mid-air, and then disappeared out of the window.

"Our days will be long and bright." Huang looked at the bright spring scenery outside the window, and gently raised the corners of his lips.

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