[Comprehensive] The male god looks super fierce

The teenagers simply sat for a while, ate a little snack and left.

Hanyu Kazuo sent them to the door, and Kuroko Tetsu let the boy into the house to rest.

It was a very fresh experience, being visited by friends or something.Hanyu Eri has always been very happy, and praised Kuroko Tetsuya and the others to the black-haired boy several times, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Mother...you know, don't you..."

Some time after the boys left, Hanaka lowered her eyes and hesitated for a while before asking.

What the woman had inadvertently talked to Kuroko Tetsuya and the others before, Hanyu Kazuya had never told her. He thought... only he knew.

Hanyu Eri was taken aback for a moment, then she tilted her head cutely like a girl, her eyes and eyebrows similar to those of a boy were clear and pure.

"Sa, who knows~"

In this way, it was not an answer at all.

Immediately, when Hanyu opened his mouth and wanted to continue to ask, the woman reached out and gently put her hand on his lips.

"Go and rest."

Obviously, she didn't want to continue this topic.

Just like in the past, I would subconsciously avoid the things I wanted to hide. I didn't want to lie, but I didn't want to embarrass the other party either.

At this time, Hanyu Kazuo discovered that many of his habits were the same as the woman in front of him.

His long eyelashes trembled, and finally he nodded obediently and walked towards the room.

Even if she has almost recovered, but... just to make her feel at ease.

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The long night is the beginning of everything.

The young god with dark blue hair drooped his eyes, sitting silently by the side of the street, the slightly cold light reflected on his brows and eyes, adding a little chill for no reason.

Not far from him is the shrine. Compared with other places, it is much safer and quieter at night.

It was also such a quiet and scary moment. There was no one around the boy, and he was extremely lonely.

Today is the first day he got a new artifact...

Yato looked at the sharp sword-like artifact placed in front of him. Under the brilliance of the moonlit night, the blade was cold and the chill was overwhelming.

It was so sharp that it seemed that even the moonlight falling on his blade could be cut through.

In terms of purity, this artifact is indeed an extremely rare existence, and its power is stronger than any previous artifact.

After the former artifact resigned, Yato, who was chased by the demon, was in a critical moment. In the inexplicable snowy night, its soul was dazzling and bright, and in the darkness, it was pure at a glance.

However, there is a fatal weakness...immature.

The relationship between gods and artifacts is equivalent to a half body.A god without a divine weapon cannot be called a god, and... only with a divine weapon can he cut everything.

It's the weapon they fight with, and it's the bust they cuddle with.

The artifact is the soul, the soul that wants to live but dies.It is pure and clean, and will not be contaminated with the breath of demons, so it can be used by the gods.

As for the selection of artifacts, the older the soul, the more mature it is, the less it will be confused, and the less it will be dragged into the abyss on the other side, becoming a drag on the gods.

You must know that there are not a few gods who get sick every year due to the fall of the artifact, and some even... directly replace them.

For those famous gods, because the belief is eternal, they will not really die, but will be replaced, starting from a newborn and young state, and gradually growing up.

And Yato... is not one of them.He is the end of 800 million gods, there are no believers, no one can remember, and because of this... once he is infected by the artifact and falls, it means that he will truly disappear.

"Tsk!"

The dark-blue-haired boy let out an irritable "tsk", then gently reached out and touched the artifact.In the soft light, a boy with blond hair and blue eyes slowly revealed his figure.

The appearance of fourteen or fifteen years old is also the most rebellious age in the human period.

"From now on, I will be your master, Xueyin."

Yato seldom spoke so seriously, there was a dark color on his handsome and fair face, and there was an indescribable silence.

The blond boy froze for a moment, for him now, all his memories were blank, and he didn't even know his own name.

Or, more accurately, he should know nothing.

Because when a dead soul is chosen to become an artifact, it can't remember anything, it's like a new life.

Once those memories in this world are remembered or mentioned, they become their obsessions.

Because they themselves did not die voluntarily, but wanted to live desperately. It is their obsession from the heart to the soul to become a living life to touch the world.

Therefore, this is also a rule that the gods know well, but cannot speak.

"Now, I, Yato, give you a home, so..."

"so cold……"

The young god with dark blue hair who originally wanted to say something handsome was interrupted directly by Xue Yin.

He choked for a moment, looked at the shivering look of the thinly dressed boy, and finally just scratched his head and sighed, took off his coat and put it on for Xueyin.

"Well, it should be better this way."

"...Well, why does it smell..."

"Hey! It's too short, brat! This is the only coat I have!"

Yato directly stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of his soft hair a little harder, saying so dissatisfied.

The blond boy's hair was messed up, he raised his hand to push Yato's hand away, and straightened his hair.

"Although I'm still in a trance, I still know one thing... I'm dead... right?"

He raised his head and stared so straight?The young god in front of him had an indescribable indifference and indifference.

Obviously life and death are such a heavy topic, but he said it so calmly.

Because I forgot, do you feel that nothing matters?

Yato was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

"Ah, dead..."

All obsessions, memories, and pains of artifacts will be completely forgotten the moment they become artifacts.And the bearer of all their memories is the gods...

So for Yi Yato, because he knew everything about Yukine, and everything in his life, when he heard him ask this question... it was uncomfortable to suffocate.

The life that once wanted to live so much is now talking about life and death so easily.

But that can't be helped, because he can't remember anything.

"yes……"

As Xueyin said this, she rubbed her hands together, and then brought her lips to her lips and let out a breath, which only allowed the temperature to rise a little.

"It's amazing... the soul can also feel the cold... It's almost like a human being."

Hearing the boy inadvertently mentioning the word human, and inadvertently comparing himself with the human state, Yato's eyes were gloomy, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

This is not a good sign...

Subconsciously, he was still thinking about the present world, leaving behind the feeling left over from his original human period.

"...Let's go, find a place to rest first, the shrine is in front of you, let's settle here today."

The boy with dark blue hair said so, and moved away from the previous topic a little bluntly, and walked in front. Behind him, Xueyin was a little dazed for a while, and then followed.

"Shrine? Yes, you are a god..."

"Is this your shrine?"

The blond boy asked so curiously, because just now Yato said the word "today", it felt as if he would not stay at this shrine tomorrow, which made him a little concerned about whether this was Yato's shrine.

The boy with dark blue hair who was asked this question stopped in his footsteps.

After a long time, when Xueyin thought she would not answer her, Yato spoke slowly.

"It's not mine, I don't have a shrine yet..."

"However, there will be some soon. After all, I also have believers."

The voice is a little low and hoarse, I don't know why, just listening to it feels stuffy in the heart, very uncomfortable.

Xueyin raised her head and quietly looked at the back of the god with dark blue hair in front of her. His shadow was stretched under the dim light, and the night was lonely, with an indescribable loneliness.

He didn't know at this time that the emotions of the gods and artifacts could be felt by each other.Be it pain or sadness, everything can be conveyed.

But there is a difference, the sins of the gods are borne by the gods, and the corruption of the artifact is also borne by the gods.

The gods are burdened with heavy sufferings that cannot be imagined by the artifact.

No one is born to be a god. The gods who are chosen by people and wished to be born are the existences that are needed and bear everything.

Yato turned around and looked back at the blond boy, all the dark color on his face when his back was turned to him was wiped away, and he showed a silly smile that was the same as usual.

"So, we have to work hard, and the shrine will be built soon! Then there will be more and more believers, and it won't be long before I can become the top of 800 million gods, with 2000 million believers! Hahaha... ..."

"..."

The blond-haired boy originally had some depressed and heavy feelings, but it completely dissipated at this moment.

He saw that Yato had fallen into his fantasy and couldn't extricate himself, feeling inexplicably tired.

Is this guy... really a god?