hold on, i can

According to Hei Si Mou's resourcefulness, he should have discovered the flaw immediately.

It's just because the authorities are delusional.

Hei Si Mou or Ji Guo Yan Sheng, because of a little bit of personal psychological factors, has been reluctant to cross the minefield, which is this ordinary to barren hill.

The house of charcoal sellers resting on the top of the mountain for generations is his younger brother, Ji Guoyuan, the last spiritual harbor.

It is the final destination of the beloved Son of God after his fall.

With the gods that the evil spirits can't infect, they ruthlessly set up huge warning signs on the path leading to the top of the mountain, and wrote that the path is dead.

Obviously, you only need to make a bend to find the winding path hidden among the lush woods.

But Heixinmou stubbornly turned a deaf ear to it.

In his heart, he abandoned his family to pursue the ultimate swordsmanship, and after a few years, because of the jealousy in his heart, he even forgot his original intention and abandoned his identity as a human being.

The man named Ji Guoyansheng was already dead.

Died that night before turning 25.

The one who is alive now is Shang Xianyi, Hei Si Mou, who is highly valued by Mr. Wu Mi.

But tonight, after all, he crossed the restricted area where he drew a line.

Perhaps it was because of a letter from Yayoi Kakaiin 20 years ago.

There is only a straightforward paragraph on the letterhead——

Your Excellency, Hei Si Mou, found the son of He Zhuo who was born with markings.

Or maybe it's the moon tonight, which is too similar to the day the sun sets.

After all, that letter was already 20 years ago.

The moon reflected in the cold pool has spent its entire life, but has not been able to touch the sun.

Relying on the brilliance of the sun, the moon that guides the unreturned travelers to their hometowns in the polar night, after the sun falls, the ray of light on her body is dimmed.

Living in the dark night for a long time, even the moon will be lonely.

The only sun that can meet at dawn and dusk was finally abandoned by Yue himself.

Because his elder brother turned into a ghost, Ji Guoyuan lost his place of belonging.

Hei Si Mou understood.

After all, this was not a mystery at the time.

It can even be said to be a scandal.

After all, after being reincarnated as a ghost, even if he didn't intend to, he still had to confront his companions who fought side by side back then.

Not everyone has the same awareness as Yuanyi when they join the Ghost Killing Squad.

More people, just because of the loss of nowhere to go after the death of their family members, and the temptation of being able to eat their stomachs.

Ordinary people in the Warring States Period were a hard existence.

Even if it is just to survive, you must do your best to do it.

And relying on the rich and powerful Ubuyashiki family, with continuous financial support, warm cotton clothes, and a sumptuous dinner are factors that attract ordinary members of the ghost killing team more than revenge for their families.

After all, it was just like Boss Scrap said.

As long as someone has seen the true power of the ghost king, he will never have the idea that he can defeat him.

Even so, why not treat all of this as a natural disaster.

Now that it happened, just accept it.

Then go back and work hard.

Yuanyi, because of his elder brother's degeneration into a ghost, took the blame and left the ghost killing team. This incident caused a lot of trouble in the ghost killing team.

Even though the lord tried his best to appease the restless Zhu Zhu, the rumors still spread.

Hei Si Mou didn't like to hear these harsh words being used on the Son of God.

So when Onimai Tsuji asked him to provide the address of the Ubuyashiki family, he only hesitated a little and agreed.

He destroyed all records of Moon's Breath.tangerine

Like a thief who is deceiving his ears and stealing his bell, he simply hopes that no one will remember such a despicable self.

Since then, he has never seen his sun again.

Or in other words, the sun and the moon that are drifting away coincidently avoid the areas where each other may appear.

Originally twins with the same root and concentric heart, they eventually became two parallel lines that never intersect.

until the final encounter.

The aging son of God, when his life is about to end, wants to end the cycle of sorrow.

After all, it was a step slower.

Ji Guoyuan died.

Died on that moonlit night.

The sun still falls from the night sky after all.

Since then, there is no tomorrow around the moon.

Hei Si Mou accepted this answer well, but he still would not be reconciled.

It can't be said that this unwillingness is because he can't even defeat his old brother, or it turns out that God's beloved son will eventually live, grow old, get sick and die like a mortal.

Different from the freedom and ease of the Son of God, the nameless mortals are always eager to leave something in this world.

It can prove that he has been to this mortal world.

That's why Hei Si Mou knew that he would never be able to compete with Yuan Yi.

It was only in the fifth year after Yuanyi's death that the knife forger hesitated when he traced him, knelt on the ground, and begged him for help.

He wants to leave something behind.

for his brother.

for his half.

Also for the sun in his heart.

Ji Guoyansheng wants to leave a proof for his most hated enemy, Ji Guoyuanyi, that he has ever been in this world.

Even if the gods didn't care about these at all.

But mortals will still stubbornly build temples for gods and inject statues of gods.

Just to convey my thoughts.

That's what the knife forgers are here for.

He found the previous generation Yuehu who had fallen into a ghost.

The knife-smith's clothes had been torn by the thorns along the road, and the continuous miasma made the knife-smith's lungs just breathe, and he almost vomited a pool of blood.

The knife forger in such a state of embarrassment felt sincere joy after he found Lord Yuehu according to the instructions of the fox mask.

Even if Lord Yuehu has now become someone who cannot be said.

That is already a taboo.

"Please help me, Tsukiho-sama"

The vicious ghost is sitting in front of the corridor, the tall ponytail draws a slight arc in the air, showing the owner's inner unrest.

"...Just call me Black Death Mou."

"...Yes, Master Hei Si Mou, please help me." The knife forger emphasized his appeal again.

The swordsmith said, "My father has forged the sun wheel sword for Mr. Yuan all his life. Even when he was on the sick bed, he always regretted it."

It's a pity that such exquisite swordsmanship did not leave a suitable heir.

Hei Simou, who had just finished a killing at that time, looked indifferently at the kneeling knife forger.

As promised by Oni Wu Tsuji, after drinking the blood of the Oni King, Ji Guoyansheng finally chased him.

The six-eyed evil spirit was finally able to touch the world where the beloved son of God once walked.

In the transparent world, there is nowhere to hide everything.

No matter breathing, coughing or disease.

All have been unreserved.

For example, now, Hei Si Mou can only see peace from the knife forger.

As if the person sitting in front of him was not a betrayer of breathing method, but just an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, the two were exchanging simple greetings.

This made Hei Si Mou unable to understand.

In his impression, the knife forger was not a bold guy.

After being reincarnated as a ghost, the memories and emotions of being a human being have been gradually stripped away, only the hatred remains forever.

The moment he finally obtained the ability to penetrate the world, Ji Guoyansheng did not feel so-called joy.

He thought he should be happy

He was overwhelmed by the blast of furnace intent.

Because he finally realized a more desperate thing.

In the eyes of God's beloved son, Ji Guoyansheng is an ugly existence.

Even though he is the older brother, he is jealous of his younger brother's talent. Even after the battle, he speaks caring words, but he is always envious of why Yuan Yi is able to do so well in front of such a dangerous ghost.

Why didn't he die.

What Yuan saw in his eyes was also ugly, with a disgusting and disgusting appearance.

Even in the face of such an ugly self, Yuanyi can still treat him normally.

He even said that he liked his brother the most.

That guy really was disgusting him.

Sure enough, no matter what, Hei Si Mou couldn't like Yuan Yi.

Enichi, you really make me sick.

Hei Si Mou thought about it, but still agreed to the knife forger's request.

"The exquisiteness of the breath of the sun, even I can't reproduce a ten-millionth of it."

So he didn't think that the ridiculous long-cherished wish of the knife forger could be fulfilled.

The swordsmith who had been prepared for this answer was not discouraged, but proposed a plan instead, "What if it's just Type Zero?"

Even if it's just Type Zero, it's still hard to get started.

Even with the help of Lord Yuehu.

The knife forger lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The rudiments of the Mechaman are reappearing little by little.

And then they hit it off.

Even Yuehu, who spent his entire life in pursuit of the ultimate in martial arts, once despaired of the power and harshness of Sun's Breath.

What's more, it's just a low-quality imitation made of wooden sticks.

That is the speed and reaction that human beings can't match at all.

For this reason, the knife forger exhausted all methods, and in the end he could only get the inferior imitation with the appearance of a three-armed Shura.

Under the disgust of the almost harsh Master Yuehu, he slowly polished the finished product.

Then there's the varnishing.

The moon finally got the sun's imitation in the fifth year of the sun's fall.

He hung a solar disk flower letter on the earlobe of the sun.

The knife forger committed seppuku.

This is the punishment for being born as a human being but trying to walk with evil spirits.

But he left behind the most precious wealth.

"The knife in Type Zero was inserted by you, right?"

The 400-year secret hidden in the body of the mechanism puppet has not yet been seen again.

But Kakaiin Yayoi already knew all this.

Hei Si Mou didn't answer this question, instead he asked another question, "It was you who disclosed my address to the knife forger, right?"

After all, a weak guy like the knife forger, who can't even comprehend the breathing method, can't break through the defenses to find the old Lord Yuehu.

Hei Si Mou felt that he should be angry.

After all, when he was a human being, what he hated the most was conspiracy and calculation.

The problem is that the whole thing has been over four hundred years in the past.

During these 400 years, it is enough to smooth any edges and corners of a person.

It is also enough to strip Hei Si Mou's thin human emotions one by one.

Rather than saying that Hei Si Mou was angry at being concealed, it would be better to say that because of Yayoi Kakaiin's frankness, he finally answered the questions in his heart for many years.

He really didn't get along with this guy.

Black Death Mou came to a conclusion.

But before leaving, he couldn't hold back after all, and asked in a low voice, "Vulcan Kagura..."

Kakaiin Yayoi replied: "It has been passed down well."

Hei Si Mou nodded silently, and returned to the darkness at dawn when the sun was about to get angry.

Kakain Yayoi sighed in disappointment.

So, what about the tsundere young lady's attributes? Go and fight with Tianxiang.

Nine out of ten is be.

Kakaiin Yayoi held up her umbrella and continued to walk down the mountain.

He briefly met Hei Si Mou, exchanged greetings, and finally said goodbye politely.

The law of cause and effect couldn't be simpler.

Even if Boss Xiao knew about it, he would never say anything more.

What's more, as a hardcore veteran employee of the Ghost Moon Group, there is no one who has a deeper and more intimate understanding than Yayoi Hanakaiin about how serious the boss's Ji Guoyuan-PTSD is.

In the case of Hei Si Mou's elimination of mimicry, there will be absolutely no connection!

Tonight's Winding Master has eliminated mimicry.

"Isn't this just a coincidence?" Yayoi muttered to himself.

He returned to Yoshihara again.

It is estimated that the time is almost up. According to Gou Bitong Mo's personality, this guy will never stay in the same place for more than half a month.

Yayoi Hanakaiin, who rushed back to No. 16 days after a stroll, waited for Tongma who was bored in Yoshiwara.

"Yo, Yayoi, you're finally back~"

"Let's go back together~"

Recently, believers found interesting novels from cruise ships. He held back and kept them there without reading them~

After all, good things are meant to be shared.

How could he care about the sun and the moon, Amaterasu's fate and the moon's fate, don't care about those who are destined to die, now he just wants to cover his aching stomach and take Tong Mo's dog's life!

The author has something to say: a love song that cannot be introduced, and I will send it to Brother Ji Guo.

Seriously, since your two brothers are wearing 800m filters for each other, why on earth be!

why!

☆, give up the first day of struggling

Before winter came, Zamon Tanjuro was too sick to get out of bed.

After turning the age of 24, the body began to decline rapidly.

Even the medicine sent by Yayoi Hanakain was only able to make Kamado Tanjuro fall asleep a little less painfully.

Even the bottom of the barrel has already leaked cleanly. No matter how hard the owner tries to fill it up, it will be in vain.

How can you expect a poor little bucket with no bottom to hold water?

This is abuse!

Whether it is to the barrel or the owner of the barrel, it is the most naked abuse!

The bitter smell of herbs surrounds the charcoal seller's hut.

Even the youngest brother has learned to slow down his breathing when passing the room where his father rests under the worried eyes of the family members.

It's winter time again.

Tanjiro has been able to walk down the winding mountain road alone, carrying half a basket of charcoal fire down the mountain, in exchange for some money and daily necessities necessary for his family.

And father's herbal fee.

This is the bulk of household expenses and a bottomless pit that can drain already poor families dry.

Already 12 years old, Tanjiro ended his carefree childhood early, as the eldest son.

He must shoulder his own responsibilities during his father's illness.

Same as previous years.

It seems that Tanjiro will go down the mountain today, neatly stacked thick quilts and unnamed herbs have been placed on the grain seller's shop.

There are only dozens of families in this small town, and Tanjiro is almost a good boy who was watched by them growing up.

But each house is not rich, so the only way to help the child is to buy charcoal fire.

Before noon, half of the basket of charcoal fire had been sold out.

The owner of the fabric shop handed Tanjiro a small bag of waste threads and fabric scraps to prevent the quilt from being stained by the black charcoal fire, and then quietly stuffed a beautiful pink quilt in a place where the little boy could not see. hair rope.

Konezuko has also reached the age of beauty.

Of course, such a fresh and tender color must be worn by a little girl to look good.

Tanjiro, who didn't know anything about it, politely thanked the proprietress of the cloth shop who helped him, and returned with a rewarding experience.

The winter supplies that are sent every year seem to confirm that when he was six years old, the happy summer was not just a dream.

Kamado Tanjiro also tried to write a letter to Yayoi Hanakain who had been silently helping their family, thanking him for his help, especially his father's herbs, which really helped a lot.

But he never got a letter back.

Everything is like disappearing into the sea.

Thinking of this, Kamado Tanjiro squeezed the amulet hanging around his waist.

It is said that this was a full moon gift given to him by his father's friends when he was just born.

"Which letter is this yours?" Yushiro flipped through a page of medical books. In the past few years of getting along, he barely reached a reconciliation with Kakaiin Yayoi.

It's because this guy can always find some weird medical books.

Kakaiin Yayoi sighed, "This is not possible."

Yushiro fell silent.

From this sigh, he vaguely understood Yayoi Kakaiin's scruples.

Even Lord Zhu Shi, after treating a patient, in order to prevent any rumors from leaking out, he would move away quickly after making sure that the patient had recovered.

Basically, Yayoi Hanakaiin has a special technique, but their common enemy is the ghost dance Tsuji Muyou.

You can't be too careful.

They originally wanted to avoid more tragedies, so they had to care.

Otherwise, wouldn't they also become existences like ghost dancers?

The best way not to implicate the innocent is to keep a safe distance from the innocent.

But discrimination cannot be eliminated in a day or two.

Yushiro snorted, someone in the daily diss salted fish mode, "I didn't expect you to be so careful."

The overdue reading of the stick, coupled with the deliberate direct gaze of the lower triangular eyes, can be said to be the max of the ability to ridicule.

On the other side that Ms. Zhushi couldn't see, Yushiro danced to clarify the shadow, and Dapeng spread his wings on the edge of provocation.

Isn’t it a coincidence? Although it is a salted fish that is about to sink to the bottom due to high salt content, sometimes, you still have to wave its fins and pat your white belly to show your weak vitality.

That's why Yushiro couldn't understand, "Since you want to die so much, you might as well walk under the sun."

One-stop service to home, no middlemen make the difference.

It also saves him from suffering noise pollution here.

Yayoi Kakaiin then sighed again.

If possible, he would like to.

Kakain Yayoi continued to spread cakes on the bed weakly: "But Yushiro."

Yushiro: "Huh?"

Yayoi Hanakain added calmly, "Dead shrimp are worthless."

The answer is plausible!

A ghost like him who cares about people's livelihood knows the market's movements like the back of his hand.

You must know that in the seafood market, the price of live shrimp is twice that of dead shrimp!

So Kakaiin Yayoi felt that for his own worth, he could still struggle a little longer.

Yushiro: "..."

This guy is completely hopeless.

The span from vertebrates to arthropods is really great.

"Well, I think so too."

Like a silly white sweet, Yayoi Hanakaiin smiled and nodded, almost driving Yushiro to death.

Taking a deep breath, Yushiro told himself that it wasn't worth it.

Don't get angry.

"Where's today's book?"

Just treat this guy as an emotionless book lifter.

That's right, both Yushiro and Yayoi are working hard to help Zhushi develop a better anti-drug boss poison.

After discovering the limitations of Chinese herbal medicine, Yayoi Hanakain put forward the theory of Western medicine.

Such as bacteria.

The lethality of microorganisms invisible to the naked eye is undoubtedly enormous.

After all, in his vague life, after the popularization of western medicine, herbal medicine has become lonely.

Taking two injections when there is nothing to do once became the self-deprecation of social animals who are working overtime on [-].

Yayoi Kakaiin once suspected that the novelist who proposed to eat a tube of nutrient solution that can last for a day must be a vicious capitalism in essence.

For social animals, isn’t the only expectation during a full day of high-intensity work is to have a short sleep after enjoying the delicious food during the two hours of lunch break?

If such a nutrient solution is really popularized on a large scale, the poor happy time of social animals working days will be ruthlessly deprived.

The pork heart with shrimps is nothing but that.

All in all, in the fast-paced 9102, western medicines with short time and quick effects have gradually entered tens of millions of households.

This is probably the cognitive error brought about by personal living habits.

But I have to say, this is a good way to open up new ideas.

New problems appeared again.

The navigation technology at this time has not yet reached the level of popularity in 9102, and because people at that time did not pay much attention to Western medicine and some professional names were confusing, even the most comprehensive bookstore may not find two Western medicine books. Book.

Materials such as microscopes and petri dishes are even more important wealth equivalent to arms.

A true rarity that money can't buy.

Because he hadn't paid attention to western medicine before, even Zhu Shi felt a little tricky about the current predicament.

And at this time, Yayoi Hanakain stepped forward.

After all, he is the son of God under the Bliss Sect.

He has an extraordinary status in the Bliss Cult of All Ages.

What's more important is that the leader is a man who doesn't care about things.

So at some point, it seemed that all the congregation knew one thing.

The next Miko-sama has recently fallen in love with medical books from the West.

And Tong Mo is really kind to Kakaiin Yayoi.

When this guy is not convulsing.

What's more, Tong Mo himself is very interested in some theories of western medicine.

There are many places he will go.

Even priceless medical equipment and raw materials are not so important compared with life.

After killing a few weak humans, the guy who was still mighty and unyielding before, after witnessing the tragic death of his companions, and his psychological defense collapsed, everything is easy to say.

A full-color human anatomy diagram sent by Yayoi Hanakain this time.

Even if you are used to seeing life and death, how should you say it?

This behavior of cutting the dead completely open and laying them out in front of everyone is really too bad.

But as a doctor, this seemed to open the door to a new world.

In particular, Yayoi Hanakain emphasized that he had tested the accuracy of the organs in this picture.

Under Yushirou's suspicious gaze, Yayoi added calmly, "Please rest assured, I am not that kind of villain."

If it is shriveled and comforting, it is really not convincing.

At least Yushiro really didn't believe it.

But Yayoi did not lie.

He is not a medical student.

A long time ago, when I was fishing in my former company and waiting to retire, everyone around me was a boss.

Everyone is a hot-blooded comic protagonist who can break out of the small universe and fight for another [-] rounds after breaking an arm and a leg.

Break the physiological limit.

Although I have a rough understanding of some emergency dressing techniques, I am not a professional after all.

On this point, Yayoi Kakaiin still has self-knowledge.

It's just that he has mild OCD.

Of course, there will be no imperfections in the gifts that are taken out to give to others.

So he turned his probing gaze to Tong Mo who knew nothing about it and was still humming.

Look what he found.

A ready-made tool man.

The tool man Tongmo was very happy about this.

"Okay, Yayoi-chan."

After all, they are friends. "It's just a cut in the stomach to see where the internal organs are located. It's very interesting to hear~"

Yushiro snorted lightly, and refused to explain Yayoi Kakaiin's scumbag behavior.

It was Yayoi who suddenly remembered something and said, "Yushirou."

Yushiro: "Huh?"

Kakaiin Yayoi: "The medicine you gave me doesn't work at all."

Yushiro: "! Isn't it?"

Yayoi: "As you think, that person is going to die."

"That's impossible!" Yushiro denied without a voice.

You must know that the medicine he prescribed to Yayoi Huakaiyuan was a special medicine among the special medicines that could bring back the mothers who suffered from postpartum hemorrhage from the death line.

Bringing into the current fashionable online game settings is almost the mage's residual blood + no mana.

The potion that Yushiro gave to Yayoi Kakaiin, even if you are a bloody cow, can replenish your blood.

Let alone just an ordinary person.

"But Tanjuro is going to die."

The shadow of death is everywhere.

Yushiro: "..."

His proud medical skills were challenged.

So Yushiro didn't care to continue to argue with Yayoi Hanakain, he pulled a blank piece of paper and started to write and draw.

"If you can, take your friend with you."

A dry, commanding tone.

Physicians pay attention to what they see, hear and ask before they can prescribe the right medicine.

Kakain Yayoi sighed again.

So the topic went back to the original point.

"Their family's situation is a bit special."

"Oh?" How special can this be?

Kakaiin Yayoi thought for a while, "Probably the kind that is so special that it can make Wuyou go crazy in an instant."

After all, Boss Scraps has only two reverse scales in total.

One is for ghosts.

The other is Ji Guo Yuan Yi.

Kamado Tanjuro is somewhat similar to Ji Kuni Enichi.

It doesn't refer to the appearance of the two, but the temperament.

"……Oh."

Although tricky, it's not impossible.

After deliberating about adding or subtracting two herbs from the original prescription, Yushiro slapped the prescription viciously on Kakaiin Yayoi's forehead, "I won't send it away, goodbye!"

Are you kidding me, Master Zhu Shi is coming back soon.

Yushiro desperately hopes that some light bulbs will have the consciousness of being born as light bulbs.

Yayoi Hanakain really stepped back as a pollution-free lighting tool consciously.

Before he could go back to Tongmo's Wanshi Bliss Sect.

Yayoi once again met the wild boss wandering outside.

"It's such a coincidence, Master Hei Si Mou, you also come out to bask in the moon?"

Polite greetings and communication are survival skills that every social animal must master.

Kakaiin Yayoi adapted well to this.

But the person who couldn't stand him was a dead talker.

Yu Sizao is still known as a topic terminator.

"...I'm...waiting for you..."

The intermittent voice is like a baby who has just learned to speak and is not yet coherent.

Tsuki, dressed in a purple haori, stood still in the darkness.

Yayoi Hanakaiin was slightly surprised, "This is really a flattering answer."

"So what do you want next?"

Hei Si Mou: "Well, something has happened."

Straightforward, never beating the bush, "About that person."

About the man who was about to die on the eve of the 25th.

"Do you know anything?"

Mishe realized in a trance that he seemed to be looking for a distance, and the halo effect killed people.

God knows, Hei Si Mou is an ex-striped warrior!

So why didn't he ask Heishimou for advice?

After all, they are the accomplices.

Hei Si Mou didn't seem to notice the teenager's remorse, and continued on his own, "Yuan Yi lived to be 80 years old in good health."

Listen attentively, and even take out a small notebook to memorize the small class from Shangxianyi.

However, Yayoi Hanakain:?

What does the boss mean when he said this, can you expand it in detail?

Poor students can't keep up.

Hei Si Mou nodded, satisfied the poor student's unreasonable request, and added in detail, "Even if Yuan Yi has become a very old man, I still can't match him with one move."

Kakaiin Yayoi nodded, "Yeah."

Hei Si Mou: "So even though they are all born with markings, Yuan Yi is the strongest."

Yayoi Hanakain stopped holding the marker pen.

"……Oh."

After a long silence, an embarrassing yet polite oh, it was his last struggle.

The author has something to say:

Yayoi: ...

Forget about him, I stole Tongmo's medical books to support you

☆, the second day of giving up struggling

Yayoi Kakaiin took a deep breath.

Curse secretly in my heart, grass (plant).

Only then endured the toothache in his eyes and tried hard to overcome the obstacles in his heart. He looked at the wind-up black dead Lord Mou who came from the wind and went out from the rain with a wave of his sleeves without taking away a cloud, and explained solemnly. What do you look like.

This anxious look is almost like love.

At that moment, Yayoi Huakaiyuan, the rush of national curse thoughts that emerged in the depths of her heart, after a night of precipitation, can already be ignored.

Yayoi didn't think it was a big problem.

The only problem is probably that Master Hei Si Mou's gaze is too explicit, it's easier to understand,

Under Hei Si Mou's "anticipating" eyes, he was coping with the daily routine from Shang Xianyi, and he finally approached the false voice.

Based on past experience, Yayoi felt that he could finally gain a short period of freedom.

This is really a happy thing.

I was so happy that I had to scream twice.

As a qualified social animal, after the boss/supervisor sends out a long paragraph of words of praise for someone, he must learn to like the first time and appreciate the one-stop service.

Like the boss and learn from the advanced!

This kind of bad habit, which is only a formality, has won the hearts of the boss.

Black Death Mou does not need others to understand the blazing and greatness of the sun.

After all, Yuanyi's strength and purity cannot be described in words.

Yayoi: "..."

Forced to squeeze out a business smile, "Then you..."

Hei Si Mou thought that he had completed all his thoughts, nodded proudly to Yayoi, raised his ponytail high, and then slid a graceful arc in the void.

"Then farewell."

He left without mercy.

Looking at the beautiful woman's slender and slender back, Yayoi Kakaiin had to admit the most impossible reality——

This guy, maybe he just came here to brag about his brother?

Damn, if that's the case, what else do you remember?

Throwing the marker pen in his hand, as an oni with unlimited energy, Yayoi once again felt mentally tired.

------

"Hey, Yiwozuo, are you listening to me?"

Tong Mo waved his hand, trying to bring Yiwozuo, who was still immersed in the last hearty battle, back to the reality of the world.

Such as this troubled reality.

Face the hard mode.

Yiwozuo's good mood all day disappeared after seeing Tong Mo's spiritual pollution.

After all, he is just an 'ordinary' ghost, and he has not yet reached a high level of cultivation. Regarding the mental pollution of Tong Mo, he still can't do nothing like Yayoi Huakaiyuan.

From this point of view, Yayoi Kakaiin was able to endure the spiritual pollution of Tongmo for more than a hundred years, which is really amazing.

Yiwozuo just killed a Zhu.

It seems to be a pillar of wind, right?

It was quite a sharp attack.

The memory that has been honed through thousands of years and the spirit of never giving up are the shining points.

The only pity is that Feng Zhu's too weak, even childish protective desire.

The guy who would sacrifice his life for the sake of those mediocre and weak guys, to protect such an existence, is a complete idiot.

But because Fengzhu has enough strength.

At least he has the strength to be able to look sideways at Yiwozuo, so he is willing to give Fengzhu a chance.

An opportunity to go higher and stronger.

Even though Yi Wozuo had broken his tendons, Feng Zhu, who would never hold a knife again, knew that if he refused, he would surely die.

But some things are more important than life and death!

Yiwozuo: "That's really a pity.

Obviously possessing such talent and talent, but willing to be mediocre and mediocre.

For ridiculous righteousness and dry and pitiful ideals?

Yiwozuo couldn't understand.

In his view, weakness is the original sin.

Strong humans stand still for the sake of weak ones.

This is such a sad thing.

It's like a fruit that is about to ripen. Before exuding an attractive fruity fragrance and announcing its maturity, it encounters pests.

The greedy and weak meat worms almost emptied the sweet fruit.

As a fruit farmer, Yiwozuo can only stop losses in time.

It is quite normal for a stubborn and reckless guy to die at his hands.

After enjoying a fairly enjoyable battle, I ate a delicious meal by the way.

Yiwozuo's beautiful leisure life should have continued like this.

Yiwozuo could have reaped double the happiness.

If not for a firework extravaganza.

After killing the stubborn guy mercilessly, Yi Wozuo was attracted by the gorgeous fireworks display not far away.

The gorgeous fireworks are like huge easter eggs.

You never know what shape the firework will take until it explodes.

Yiwozuo squatted on the roof, looking up at the night sky.

The whole body is covered with pink hair with patterns like shackles, and he is dumbfounded, without blinking his eyes.

The night wind blows the close-fitting vest, taking away a trace of summer restlessness.

The reflection of the gorgeous fireworks in the vague and invisible memory made his empty and barren memory palace appear soft.

Like stepping on cotton candy, soft, sweet and greasy.

This kind of light and fluffy thing was originally the most contemptuous existence of Yiwozuo.

But he felt a little satisfied.

Fireworks blooming in the sky like snowflakes.

So beautiful.

And fireworks are always fleeting.

This faint sense of satisfaction and rare tranquility is like this gorgeous fireworks, the warmth is like the moon in the well, like flowers in the water.

There was no time for Yiwozuo to enjoy the rare quiet time, because at the next moment, among the crowd that was coming and going like a tide, Yiwozuo searched