[Inuyasha] Looking back at Chaoshan Heng

A big white bird with a huge body and a relatively empty aura.As far as I currently feel, compared with the shape, or even the deeper prototype or specific ability, the most powerful thing expressed by breath is the strength of a creature's strength.

Therefore, this bird monster should be just a "vehicle".

I found that I had developed a habit of subconsciously trying to identify every breath I felt, whether it was human, demon, or whatever.

I don't know, is this a good practice.

In a daze, Naraku had already picked me up, and then jumped onto the bird's back with a light leap.There is warm body temperature and soft fur at the foothold, as if you can feel life flowing in the blood vessels.It felt very different from riding a vehicle made of metal in my previous life, and the backs of horses and camels would not have such width.

This gave me the feeling that I would trample it to death if I used too much force. I almost sat down carefully, but I heard a chuckle behind me.

"..."

For a moment I was glad that I couldn't speak, so naturally I didn't care about his sarcasm.I suddenly remembered that when I was a teenager in my previous life, I rode a horse alone on the grassland for the first time. Because I was too excited, I almost fell off the horse.

The relatives and friends who went there were naturally shocked and afraid for a long time, but when they mentioned it later, they took it as an embarrassing incident and joked about it.

Once we sat on its back, the bird changed from crouching to standing up.It had already reached a height of more than one person before, but now the field of vision has been raised even higher.At the same time as it spread its wings, I was pulled by Naluo and crashed into his arms.

The sound of the wind in my ears suddenly became louder, "Hoo Hoo" like the roar of a beast, and the long hair fluttered in a mess.Then a hand landed on the top of my head and slid along the curvature of my head to the back of my head, fixing the unruly mess of hair.

I lay quietly on his chest, wrapped in the already familiar breath.The demon power isolated a windless barrier on the bird's back, so quiet that only the beating sound of the heart "dong" and "dong" could be heard in the ears, indicating the exuberant vitality of the owner.

The firmness and strength that is completely opposite to the impurity-filled and disordered breath belong to this demon called Naraku.

Or rather, a half-demon.

It is different from the breath of a demon, and even less like a human existence.In the years since becoming 'Ryo', I've only met two—Inuyasha and Naraku.

The inside and outside of the enchantment seem to be two worlds. The leaning line of sight sees the blurred boundary diagonally above, as if there are twisted traces torn out by the friction between the wind and the space.I tilted my head slightly, and lowered my gaze to the large forest beyond the bird's back, flying over the green blue sea, and the occasional river passing through it.

The people behind did not speak, but let go of their embracing hands in the middle, so that I, who was used to the slight bumps, moved to a more marginal place as I wished.

Looking down from here, you can see more and more detailed things.Even those auras that cannot be blocked by the barrier, in such a rapid advance, pass through my perception like another section of different scenery, lingering and distinct.

There is a box in my heart that has been dusty for a long time. In such a boundless scenery, the lock is broken with a "click".What was awakened in it belonged to that woman named Wen Liang, a part of nostalgia and memory that runs through life.

"..."

Naraku.

I knew he had won, as I could almost imagine that the man not far behind me, the half-demon who still looked childish and looked like a teenager, still had a calm expression at this moment.

It was just a trip two months ago, and he saw through the longest desire in my heart.

how about you?

The reason why you fulfill my wish, keep me by your side, and even call it "cool for others";

Even though the desire for destruction and murder has been entangled countless times, the reason why he has remained silent so far is that he clearly regards human beings as ants.

Should I, too, take a guess?

The bird flew for a long time, and when it finally landed, I thought I understood why Naraku didn't choose to fly by himself like the night before - the distance was too far.

We were placed on a small road in another forest. In this era, there are so many such similar regions that it is enough for a person who is not too road-crazed to get lost to death.

Stepping back onto the soft grass, I looked up and looked around.The gap between the trees is not large, and the light that can fall into it can be said to be thin, making this lush forest look a bit gloomy.

And the most important thing is a familiar breath lingering in the woods——

Regardless of the group of fuzzy monsters two months ago, or the bear monster last night, the origin of the common aura on them is in this forest.

Layers upon layers of trees formed an endless sea of ​​forests. It was already past the time when the morning mist filled the air, but this dark forest was abnormally still soaked in hazy mist.

The white bird behind him lowered its head and neck meekly, allowing Naraku to follow the feathers on its head.Then it let out a clear cry, shook its feathers, and flew into the sky with wings.

"Liang, I'm looking for a monster, you know where it is." He looked down at me and said in a firm tone, "Take me there."

It was a wonderful feeling like never before.

That's what I thought as I walked through this mist that obscured my vision and saw the trees on the other side much clearer.

Only relying on unfounded "feelings" to capture the source of the breath if there is any substance, it seems to be unfounded to move forward in this place, and finally it really came out.

Naraku has always been behind me, not too far away.Just like the six months we have been together, there are far more relative silences than conversations.

He was not afraid to show his plan in front of me, and even later, he met those strange subordinates face to face.When asking me, they are mostly concise, as if they are sure that I can understand.

Just like now, looking at the bright world full of unknowns ahead, I hesitated and slowed down.With the disappearance of the mist, that aura is strong enough to produce the so-called "monstrous aura".

The person behind him didn't stop, and he continued to step on the green grass at a steady pace.Then he passed me and walked straight ahead.

I pursed my lips, and the resistance in my heart that had never dissipated instinctively emerged, preventing me from holding him back immediately.When thinking about reason and survival came back to my mind, I realized that I couldn't speak, so I couldn't stop him.

So, there is only one option left—to keep up.

His actions were too straightforward, almost weird.

If something is abnormal, it will be a demon.

It's not even just him, I don't know if one of us has fallen into a hallucination at this moment, or if both of us have been tricked.But one thing is clear to me—I cannot live alone in this strange place.

So, whether he was planning something or something really went wrong, I had to keep up with him and wait for the opportunity.

The later road was similar to the previous one, still covered with layers of trees, and it was difficult to tell the difference between the roads.The difference is that our positions are reversed - he walks in front, and I follow him at a short distance.

But I know this is not a normal way forward. Although the field trips in my previous life were not as original as they are now, I can still learn some knowledge about survival in the wild and observing the environment.

And the direction we walk has always been a messy turn around, which has nothing to do with straight lines.What's more, that breath has always maintained the same level of intensity as before, almost not increasing or decreasing.

This is not going around in circles, a more appropriate description is to gradually draw something along certain established shapes.

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