[Onmyoji] Master Seimei Reborn

When Prajna was roaring, he had already shown his true colors, his fingers and canthus were cracked, which was quite different from the cute boy in the past.Seeing this situation, Boya calmed down and kept on guard for a while, but he didn't see any movement from him, so he couldn't help but start to wonder.

Suddenly, Prajna suppressed her anger, and instead let out a low laugh, that laughter made the hair stand on end, as if all kinds of coldness invaded the bones of the body. "Can you protect him alone, and his two shikigami?"

Qingming thought it was not good, and unconsciously tightened the hand holding Boya's sleeve, fearing that he was bluffing, so he temporarily covered his worry and said, "They are still in the room, you don't have the time."

"Heh, can't I do some tricks in that room in advance? You are only allowed to be on guard, and I am not allowed to stay back?" Prajna was a little bit pleased with his success, "I just want to ask you a question, why do you doubt it? Mine? I think I have always performed very well, and in my plan, things should not go like this."

Qingming was distracted by Banruo's previous words, and didn't want to talk to him more, knowing that he would be more entangled if he didn't get an answer, so he could only reply concisely, "You said that was the room you used to live in. The friends you speak of get along well and have kindness in your heart, how could you leave such mottled scratches on that table."

Banruo was stunned for a moment, and snorted softly, "I underestimated you, and I don't want to spend too much time talking with you. As for whether you can save your two little shikigami, it all depends on your own abilities, Boya, you wait." Explain to Master Hei Qingming by yourself." His voice faded away, Banruo waved his sleeves, raised his ghost face, and threw them at Qingming and the others.

The red ghost face gradually became bigger and bigger in mid-air, it was big enough to cover Seimei and the two of them. Boya took a step back, drew the bow and arrow from behind, and raised his hand to go straight to the center of the ghost mask.The immediate crisis was resolved, but Banruo also took advantage of the opportunity of the two to resist the move and escaped.

Boya wanted to chase him, but Qingming immediately stopped him, "Stop chasing, go to the room and see the butterflies first."

Boya had to admit that he really forgot about those two little guys. If Qingming hadn't mentioned it again, he might have chased them out as he wanted.Now he complied with Qingming's proposal and rushed to the guest room with Qingming.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw a purplish-black mist blowing toward them. Boya subconsciously blocked Qingming behind him, frowning and waved away the mist, only then could he vaguely see the situation inside the house.The Butterfly Spirit stood sluggishly by the table, following the direction she was facing, was the little monk trapped by a mass of black vortex. At that time, the one-eyed little monk was too low to be attacked by the demon power, and turned back into the appearance of a wooden fish.

Butterfly Jing was helpless, with anxious tears in her eyes, and when she heard the noise, she turned her head stiffly and looked towards the door.When she saw Boya, she also vaguely noticed the hem of the clothes behind Boya. She recognized the color, it was Qingming's clothes. Seeing the hope that there was room for change, Butterfly Fairy burst out crying, crying At the same time, we must not forget to talk about the business first and ask Qingming and the others for help.

"Lord Qingming, hurry up and save the little monk, he, he is trapped by the demon power, if he doesn't come out, I'm afraid he won't be able to come out."

"Urgent as a law. Break!" Pushing away the surrounding fog, Qingming finally had a panoramic view of the situation in the house, "Don't panic, it's not beyond hopelessness." Although he said comforting words to the butterfly spirit, The situation is indeed not serious and abnormal as he said, but after all, they have been together for some time, and it would be a lie to say that they are completely calm, but he can't let himself be confused.

Qingming strolled to the front of the black vortex, leaned very close, and glanced at the center of the vortex with an unfriendly expression.For some reason, Boya looked a little startled, and hurried over, stood beside him, bent down, and pulled him back a little before he calmed down.

Qingming followed good example, did not move forward, but raised his hand to his chest, while reciting the mantra lightly, the pentagram gradually appeared around the vortex, "Yan Ling Sheng!"

Accompanied by the strong golden light, a little halo lingered above the wooden fish and fell on the surface of the wooden fish, making the little monk get rid of his original shape, and he could even lift his eyelids weakly, but he was still deeply trapped in evil spirits.

"Bo Ya, put an evil arrow toward the edge of the vortex." Qingming kept his eyes on the little monk and instructed Boya casually.

Boya actually felt that there was no impatience for being manipulated by this little devil, and he got used to it. He shook his head, stopped thinking about these clueless things, and inserted the arrow of killing evil in the front according to Qingming's words at the edge.

The moment after Boya completed the action, Qingming immediately picked up a spell, clamped it with both hands, "Yan Ling. Yishi!" The moment the thrown spell hit the evil-killing arrow, the five-star sharpness flourished, and the spell and the arrow simultaneously Fusion, and step by step help the light swallow the vortex, the little monk slowly opened his eyes, and at the same time he saw Qingming clearly, the black vortex under him had disappeared.

"Master Qingming, are you back?"

"Do you feel unwell?"

The little monk moved his body ignorantly, "It's not wrong." He suddenly recalled that after noon, Qingming was invited to find the young man, and he and Die Die were fidgeting in the room, but the evil spirit suddenly appeared in the room startled the two of them, He pushed it away to protect the butterfly, but he got stuck in it.

"Thank you, sir, for saving my life again."

"You don't need to thank me, you are already my shikigami, aren't you? Go and see the butterflies."

Only then did the little monk notice that the Butterfly Spirit beside him was already weeping so hard, he hurried over, took the Butterfly Fairy's little hand, and said some comforting words clumsily.

"It's better not to stay here for a long time." Qingming looked around for a week, and finally came to such a conclusion. He looked at Boya unnaturally, "You...do you still want to walk with us?"

Boya wanted to blurt it out, but he didn't say it for a while. The identities between him and this brat were really embarrassing. From the current standpoint, they could even be called hostile. But since he met this guy, his mind has started to go wrong. He did it for granted, so that he himself could not understand why he made such a straightforward choice.

Yuan Boya doesn't know what kind of person he was before, he only knows that he has a habit of thinking about things that he can't understand, and he doesn't care about thinking deeply.

"I don't have any particular place I want to go. Naturally, I will go wherever you go." He has seen Qingming's Yin Yang technique before, but in his eyes, this is a little devil who needs protection, "Otherwise, you little guy What to do if you are eaten by a monster."

Qingming helplessly listened to Yuan Boya's standard answer, shook his head and smiled, "Then let's go."

They passed through the dense jungle. Compared with the previous section, the vegetation here is lush, and everywhere they go is full of birds and flowers, a piece of peace, Qingming has an illusion, as if he and Boya have returned to the state of the first acquaintance in this world of Heiye Mountain , but not quite the same.

Today’s Boya is not as talkative as at that time, and he is not as concerned with others as he was when he would save people from danger. At this time, Boya seems to only have a heart of intimacy with himself, and with others. . .Qingming didn't want to think about it any more, he had to take him back earlier, if he hadn't insisted on this, Boya wouldn't have been implicated by it.

"Master Qingming, look, there are many monsters gathered in one place ahead."

Qingming looked along the place pointed by Butterfly Jing, and there really was a group of little demons gathered there. Somehow, the little demons formed a few circles and chattered about it.

"Lord Qingming, what do you think they are doing?" The little monk tilted his head, still puzzled, unable to hide his curiosity.

"It's not easy, grab one and come over and ask, and it's over."

Before Qingming could stop him, Boya had already stepped forward. At the end of the little monsters, he raised a red tongue and brought him back to Qingming. He shook the monster in his hand, "What are you doing?"

The red tongue was dizzy from being dangled, and it was hard to gather his mind. Hearing Boya's unfriendly tone, his whole body trembled, "I, we, actually, that..."

"Put him down and talk first." Qingming sighed, and glanced at Boya in disapproval. Boya then let go of her hand resentfully, fell to the ground with a red tongue, bit her tongue and yelled at the pain.

Seeing the little man in front of him with his red tongue, his expression was kind, which was quite different from that rough and reckless man. He felt a little close in his heart, and his answer became smoother.

"This place has always been very lively. It is said that in the illusory realm, there is a hidden treasure. Those who find it can freely enter and exit the territory, and there are unexpected gains, so we little monsters who want to become stronger Only then will we gather here and discuss it wantonly."

"There is no reason why you discussed it." Boya impatiently interrupted his long speech.

Chitong glanced at Boya secretly, and said with aggrieved face, "It's not that easy, the treasure is under the cliff on the west side, who dares to break in like this, let alone whether there will be casualties if falling off the cliff, even if It is really as the rumors say, safe and sound, who knows what lives under the cliff, if there is a vicious monster, it will not be buried in the place of death."

Boya rolled his eyes, and he knew that these little monsters were nothing but Bai Shangshu, and they had no real skills.Qingming tapped the folding fan, thoughtfully, "Are there any other rumors about the treasure?"

"Some monsters say that there is something hidden under the cliff that can greatly increase the magic power of monsters, and some say that it is something that can make people or monsters change their shapes at will, but there is really no unified statement, we are all just hearsay. Chi Tongu looked back at the group of monsters quietly, and lowered his voice, "I also heard that there are many very evil monsters down there, and they all obey a mysterious onmyoji."

Qingming's eyelids twitched. It seemed that this trip to the cliff was indispensable. Boya saw his intentions, brushed away his red tongue, and asked with a frown, "Are you going down the cliff?"

"Exactly, I'll go down alone, you..."

"No!" Boya immediately interrupted him, and after speaking, he felt that he was too eager, coughed twice, "It's too dangerous to be alone, and you just rely on those rumors of monsters to go straight down? It's not appropriate."

"Naturally, I will have a method that will not cause any damage, Yin Yang technique, I can guarantee this."

"I'll walk with you." Boya almost didn't think about it, and said a word directly, and neither of them continued after speaking.

The Boya in front of me is exactly the same as in the past, they are one person, aren't they?Qingming laughed at his own reaction. It wasn't the first time he heard Boya say this, but every time he really felt that this feeling was a little bit good.

"There's Labor Boya."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Red Tongue: Woohoo, this man bullies the demon.

Boya: Why cry, cry again and make you into deep-fried black cloud balls.

Red Tongue: Woohoo, my life is so miserable, it has fallen into the hands of a countryman.

Boya: Who are you talking about?

Red Tongue: Seimei-sama!help me!

Seimei: Boya. (Poker face)

Boya: Tch, (rolls eyes) I was wrong.

Thank you little angel of Aoyue for another landmine bombing!The author flies up~