[Comprehensive] Playing off again

There are only two gods in the original world, so for balance, they are relative regardless of origin or priesthood.

Apart from darkness and destruction, Elan is in charge of "time" recently; apart from light and creation, Phil is in charge of "space" recently.

Although the system is only Phil's emotion rather than power, the origin is more like a certain kind of perception, which cannot be simply separated, and the system naturally has it.

Therefore, it is most appropriate to entrust it with the task of finding Qingming's location.

The system found it.

But the next step was tricky.

Similar to Elan's "half-plane", Seimei and the others are in Tamamoqian's private space, a free product between "this space" and "different space", a place that only he can open.

But everything has a limit.

Although Tamamoqian is strong enough, Elan, who is far beyond his level, can use "brute force" to open this place, but the result will not be good. Even if Seimei and others are protected, Tamamoqian will suffer heavy losses.

Another heavy blow following the rift in time and space.

It's hard to say what will happen to Tamazamae after this time, the most serious situation is to die directly, because no one knows how much demon power he has invested in this space.

"Ugh."

Elan Tuoji, "So we can only wait for Tamamo to wake up?"

【no. 】

Elan was lying on the tail version of the luxurious bed blanket, the window was wide open to let the moonlight slant in the room, and he quickly reacted after hearing the words, "It can't be opened from the outside, but can it be opened from the inside?"

【Yes. 】

There is no need to say the rest, Elan can easily figure it out.

The reason why Tamamomae carefully protects Seimei—the others incidentally—in the static space is because Seimei in his perception has no ability to protect himself.

To put it vividly, this space is like the mother kangaroo's pouch, and the little kangaroo will stay in it until it grows up, so as to grow better.

Then it is logical that when the wallaby grows up and can protect itself, it can come out of the pouch.

The same goes for Baby Seimei.

"puff."

Elan rolled a few times on the luxurious bed blanket with a tail in his arms, overjoyed.

The term "Baby Qingming" is really interesting.

In terms of the lifespan of a half-demon, the famous Great Onmyoji in Heian-kyo is indeed a baby at this time.Hmm, according to the monster... a young cub?

Suddenly, Qingming's cuteness doubled.

However, if Papa is a baby... ugh.

Seems to have relegated itself.

Elan rolled around again, suppressing the title in his heart.

It's hard to say exactly what kind of situation the concept of growing up in Yu Zaoqian's mind corresponds to. Elan discussed with the system for a while, and it was generally agreed that at least the power of a half-demon should be awakened.

The God of Darkness estimated that Yuzao's thinking was this: if unfortunately he falls asleep/death or encounters other accidents and cannot take care of this space, then the static space will continue to rotate according to the law of seven days until Seimei has the ability to protect himself Only let him go.

Pity the parents of the world.

No, not only are they not parents, but they are not related by blood. Tamamomae and Kuzuha are friends... When Elan was thinking this way, the image of Shuten Doji and Ibaraki Doji kissing on Mount Kuroya suddenly popped into his mind. alright.

A pure word like "friend" was ruined by the two boys.

Why on earth are they called boys?

Forget it with Ibaraki, Shuten... Elan doesn't believe that the "virgin killer" only eats but doesn't sleep.

Putting aside the unreasonable things, the Dark God continued to think about feasible methods.The system has been tried, but the sound cannot be transmitted into that space, but according to Kurama-san's experience, there should be a communication symbol left by Seimei on the Takao-san side, which can be used for two-way communication.

As for the limited maintenance time, the problem of abolishing it after a few words can be solved by slowing down the flow of time in a small area.

In other words, as long as Qingming finds a way to awaken Qingming into a half-demon and tells him, this matter can be resolved.

"Do you know any awakening method?"

The system doesn't have a good opinion.

[I only know that Nura Rikusheng suddenly awakened the monster blood when his classmates were in distress. 】

Elan knew this too.

It was at that time that Qing Shi Qingji changed from an atheist who believed that monsters were nothing more than superstitions to a fanatic who was obsessed with monster culture and wanted to find the monster who saved him that day—Lu Sheng's fanboy.

Of course, he didn't know that it was Lu Sheng.

If there were no accidents, Qing Ji would never know for the rest of his life.

Elan was thinking hard.

In the space in front of Tamamo, apart from Seimei Xiaobai, the magic frog should be there too, but the magic frog...even if Seimei's real shikigami is Yamato, I believe that the magic frog will hurt him, making the concept of "distress" possible , what should the magic frog do?

Is the Thai frog overwhelmed?

With a blank face, Elan crossed out this option in his mind.

Hmm... "How do you feel about cultivation?"

【Practice? 】

"The Chinese model of cultivating immortals, the kind written in novels." Elan just finished speaking, and then denied it himself, "absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon... If you can't get it out of the sun, you need to have inherited memories or exercises..."

Obviously not.

Elam falls into anxiety mode.

How to do?How to do?How to do?

Wannianzhu occasionally raised his eyes, watching the boy rolling around in the room full of tails with a cold expression, he lowered his head calmly and continued to draw the background after being accustomed to this scene.

Painting is a quiet art.

Although it is not as good as playing the flute, Wannianzhu also likes it very much.

Elan struggled for a few days, thinking about moving, ready to go out and walk around.

Maybe there will be adventures outside... Holding this idea that he knew it was basically impossible, Elan anxiously went to Mount Takao, anxiously blended into the darkness at night and sneaked in, and anxiously found out the land god who had a good relationship with Seimei , anxiously charmed the other party, got the spell and the method to open it, anxiously——

Had an adventure.

"Yeah?"

This was the first sound Bai Tuanzi made when he met Elan.

The reason why I didn't think it was a sentence was because the Dark God with the passive skill "Knowing the Language of All Things" didn't understand it.

Monster?

I don't have high intelligence, I can't escape fast, and I look soft and easy to bully... How did I survive until now?

Elan picked up the white dumpling and shook it.

"Yeah!"

Bai Tuanzi's face wrinkled, and the red horns on his forehead, which were short and high, and always forked, tried to push the person who was carrying him. Elan stretched out his hand to lift Bai Tuanzi farther away, and it was enough No more.

"Yah!!"

Two little black, bird-claw-like feet kicked and kicked in the air, but it was useless.

If it was someone else, they might feel guilty of bullying the cute things at this time, but Elan was happier.The black-haired boy put the little thing he found out of the tree hole on the ground, and the other party ran away "quickly" - this "quickly", Elan could tell from Bai Tuanzi's expression .

No way, can't tell from the actual distance it's gone.

The contrast between the eager expression of holding back his energy and walking ten meters in half a minute is enough to make people's heads full of black lines.

Run: I feel insulted.

Sure enough, something is wrong.

The two horns on the forehead are basically useless, and the proportion is too small compared to the whole. No matter how sharp it is, it can't reach the combat power and can be ignored; the white, soft and chubby body looks delicious I believe that other monsters will not mind adding dessert after a meal if they are discovered by other monsters; the problem with the feet and horns is the same, the proportion is too small compared to the whole, and it is difficult to support the weight of other parts, so that the movement is slow.

Elan took a few steps, easily caught up with the running Baituanzi, and held it in his hand again.

Rather than saying that this is a creature that grew up independently, it is more credible to say that it is a pet/food raised by others.Well, which part of the white dumpling is he carrying?

Although I was thinking about the back of the neck before, what kind of back neck does such a dumpling have? Even the facial features look like a child put it on a snowman.

Ellen was distracted.

"Yah!!!"

After being carried for a long time, Bai Tuanzi writhed uncomfortably and wanted to get off the ground, but failed, so it finally... gave birth!gas!up!

Bai Tuanzi opened his mouth and spit out a ball of flames.

As soon as the small, fluttering, black flame with redness came out, the surrounding temperature suddenly changed. At the same time, a powerful coercion suddenly surged from Bai Tuanzi, who had no threatening appearance.

This is a combo.

The flame burns the enemy, and the coercion makes the enemy unable to move. In this case, the flame slowly drifting towards the enemy can also successfully hit the target.

It seems that this is the reason why Bai Tuanzi, who looks like a weak chicken, is still alive.

Elan thoughtfully, and took a casual step.

"!"

Bai Tuanzi looked shocked.

It has never met anyone who ignores coercion!

The flame fell on the bark, and the whole tree immediately lost its vitality. The leaves withered and the bark seemed to be peeled off by time. Anyone who looked at it at this time would find it difficult to connect it with the lush and lush tree before.

This is ghostly.

With flames as the external form of expression, it is actually a move that only ghosts can use, and there are traces of hell in it. Too much "yin" instantly cut off the "yang" of the tree, and the balance cannot be maintained. Only towards death.

"Black Flame..."

This is a skill commonly used by Ibaraki Doji.

As for the coercion just now, although the eruption time was extremely short, it did reach the level close to the SSR—it was also Ibaraki Doji's.

Elan brought the baituanzi to his eyes for a closer look.

I don't know if it was frightened, but Baituanzi looked very cute, and Elan's eyes fell on the red horns on its forehead. This kind of appearance, one short, one tall, and one forked, is also very Ibaraki.

"Ibaraki Doji?"

Elan tentatively said.

Bai Tuanzi, who can't speak and can only express emotions through voice, rubbed against him, "Hey..."

I'm acting like a baby.

Ibaraki Doji's relative?son?Doppelgänger?Shrunk version?

Elan held Bai Tuanzi in his arms, and tried to ask all the questions, but Bai Tuanzi looked like he didn't understand, and just hugged him, as if the sentence "Ibaraki Doji" just now was some kind of switch.

"what did you eat?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know Seimei?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know Shuten-douji?"

"Yeah."

Ask three questions.

Elan weighed the white dumpling. The weight was different from that of a plush toy. It seemed that it was indeed a living creature made of flesh and blood.In any case, those related to Ibaraki should not be thrown away casually.

After wandering around the neighborhood for a few more laps, and seeing nothing special, Elan returned to the hotel, let out his tail as it was, and lay down on it decadently.

"Yah~"

Put aside casually, Bai Tuanzi was very interested in the tail, and walked excitedly inside, but tripped over—to be precise, the fur was too slippery, and fell headlong into the furry ocean.

It won't suffocate.

A few seconds after Elan's worry arose, Bai Tuanzi moved and jumped up happily.

Yes, there is such an operation.

Finding that there was no pain after having a tail, Bai Tuanzi put his paws in his fur, just like a cat puts his paws in his meat pads, and then jumped up vigorously, fell down and continued to jump up, fell down and continued to jump up... …

It can be said that he was playing very hard.

If you ignore the step of using your own strength, anyone who comes along will think that what is under it is a trampoline in a playground.

Elan glanced at it lazily, let it mess around, and yawned.

Wannian Bamboo: "..."

Before the boy fell asleep, Wannianzhu, who stared at Baituanzi for a while trying to figure out what it was, gave up and asked, "What is this?"

Not even a ghostly aura.

Although the inside may be as weak as the outside, if you find a place to hide, no one will be able to find it.

Elan pondered, names such as Cituan/Mutuan/Baici flashed through his mind, crossed them out one by one, and finally decided: "Ciqiu."

Wannian Bamboo: "..."

Not asking you to name it.

Didn't he pause for so long because he was thinking about the type of youkai/what humans call it, but the name.

Wan Nianzhu felt that his psychological endurance had increased a lot in this short period of ten days, far exceeding what he had gained in the decades since he came to this world.

The plant monsters, whose emotions seldom fluctuate before, suddenly remembered the novel written by Yagami, and recalled the realistic Seimei taking the children through it, and couldn't help feeling unspeakable admiration for the great onmyoji whom he had never met.

If Seimei knew that there was a SR youkai who liked him so much not because of his strength and character, but because of his ability to nurse children, he might be surprised.

cross out.

Babies or something, that's a misnomer.

Wannianzhu changed the subject, "Is there a way?"

Elan was frustrated: "No."

Yes, Elan shared the progress of "Operation Save Abba" - no doubt the name of this shameful operation in Secondary School - with his little friend Wannianzhu.

Wannianzhu was also helping to find a way, but unfortunately he didn't come up with it.

Elan has another method with an uncertain success rate.

It is said that there is a silver-haired boy with red horns and golden eyes beside Seimei—I don’t know if it is related to Ibaraki Doji or he is himself... Can the words of that person inspire Seimei’s monster blood?

Waiting for Yuzao to wake up was too slow, and the long-lived SSR monster was severely injured, so it is impossible to get better in a short time.

"If it doesn't work, we can only look at the future first."

Elan looked at the moon and murmured in a low voice.

The last time I did this, I was in the heroic spirit stage, and I had no scruples about using my own body. This time, I used Tamamomae's body, so it's best not to take any risks.

Foreseeing the future is a higher level of magic than temporarily adjusting the flow of time.

"babble……"

Ciqiu rubbed his tail, found a place he liked, and fell asleep, not forgetting to make a sound.Although it is still speechless, Elan can understand its meaning——

"Good night."