[Comprehensive] In the days when I became Ibaraki

Yuan Jiuyang naturally didn't know what the little deer man in the courtyard was thinking. After the courtyard was locked, he could no longer communicate with the shikigami in the courtyard.It should be the same as the passage, and this road was also isolated.

Now only Peach Blossom Demon and Yingcao who sneaked out from the gap can communicate with him from the bottom of their hearts.

But he didn't say anything, Peach Blossom Demon and Yingcao couldn't detect whether Yuan Jiuyang was injured.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong seemed to have noticed something, and when Yuan Jiuyang was not paying attention, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he quickly shook his head again.

Yuan Jiuyang concealed it very well, and Nuliang Liban didn't realize that he was actually injured in the battle just now, but it was not serious for him.

Yuan Jiuyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a little seriousness quietly appeared in his eyes.

Oops, it looks like I screwed up.

Previously, he was eroded by blood energy because he was floating in the blood pool, but he was still a big monster wandering on the edge. He forgot the existence of these blood qi in his body.

After fighting Nura Kobi, he knew that he was far inferior to many youkai in this world, not just the ones over the blood pond.

Just happened to encounter this kind of thing again.

So these blood auras were completely left behind by him.

Unexpectedly, this small sleeved hand can still curse.

But that's right, it itself is a collection of resentment from women, so it's only natural that it can be cursed.

Speaking of being wrapped around his neck by the little sleeve's hand, Yuan Jiuyang was impatient and even a little nauseous.Such a black energy formed by resentment wanted to climb up his neck, but he refused.

But there is no way, if the little sleeve's hand is not wrapped around his neck, he will not be able to grab the little sleeve's hand smoothly.

Although the curse of Xiaoxiuzhi was finally interrupted, the precursor of the curse had already been formed, and it pointed to himself clearly—the sentence "I curse you" of Xiaoxiuzhi.

The incomplete curse has penetrated into his blood quickly through his wound cut open by the black air, thus pulling out the blood energy hidden in his body and merging with it.

The blood spit out from the mouth just now is just a small part of the blood mixed with the curse, and it is densely entangled with small black characters exuding a cold aura.

Pulling out a cold smile, Yuan Jiuyang's eyes were full of sarcasm.

Just such a shapeless curse, still trying to drag him into hell?

Hell, it's not like he hasn't been there.

Innocent!

Yuan Jiuyang turned sideways, opened his mouth, and the ghost claw made a gesture of pulling it out in front of the mouth, a string of slender blood with continuously rotating small black characters emerged from the depths of Yuan Jiuyang's throat, as if being caught What was pulled out, pulled out reluctantly.

In a short while, the remaining blood energy and unformed curse in Yuan Jiuyang's body were completely removed by Yuan Jiuyang.

Looking at the small ball of blood in his hand, Yuan Jiuyang suddenly became happy.

"My lord, this is..." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong came over, he seemed to be looking at the lord before something was wrong, so he came over to take a look.

Seeing the blood in Yuan Jiuyang's hands, Candlestick Cut Guangzhong was stunned for a moment.

Why does the blood in the Lord's hand... feel so familiar to him?

It's like when he fell into the dark before, those boundless dark and bloody breaths overflowed from the bottom of his heart.

"My lord! Throw it away!" Candlestick Qie Guangzhong suddenly realized something, became anxious, and couldn't care about other things in a hurry, and directly stretched out his hand to pat off the blood.

Yuan Jiuyang didn't check any of them, but was caught by Candlestick Qie Guangzhong.

As soon as the bloody ball touched Candlestick Cutting Guangzhong's hand, it stuck tightly, so that the bloody squirmed a few times in the end, and squeezed in from Candlestick Cutting Guangzhong's unwounded hand.

It seemed very long, but in fact it was only a moment. Before Yuan Jiuyang even had time to react, the blood mass had already penetrated into Candlestick Cut Guangzhong's body.

The feeling of deja vu came up from the bottom of his heart, Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong had a bad intuition, he turned his head with difficulty, and opened his mouth to Yuan Jiuyang, but was shocked to find that he couldn't say a word at this time.

However, even so, he still spoke and mouthed, hoping that Yuan Jiuyang could understand what he said.

My lord, run!

Saying this sentence has exhausted his whole body's strength, and the next second Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada will no longer be able to see anything.

Get rid of the complete darkness and the bloody smell that lingers all the time.

He knows where it is.

During the last dark fall, he was also trapped here, and he couldn't get out of this place even after trying his best.

Still... the words of the lord, and the blood of the lord saved him.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong clenched his hands, with a look of remorse in his eyes.

Yuan Jiuyang looked at the dark and bloody eyes of the man who called himself the Lord, which was completely different from the feeling he had given him before.

"Who are you?" Yuan Jiuyang frowned and asked in a low voice.

Before starting a battle, you have to ask your name, don't you?

Or to let myself know who is the thinking that has invaded the body of Taidao in front of me.

The different candlestick in front of him, Qie Guangzhong, laughed softly.

The darkly fallen candlestick Qieguang caressed the bright red pattern in front of his eyes, and his tone was unbelievably gentle: "My lord, have you forgotten the handsome me?"

"I am... Candlestick Kiri..." The voice became softer, and then suddenly raised, pulling off the blindfold, "I am Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong."

Then he lowered his voice again, with a strange smile and enthusiasm in his tone, and finished his unfinished words.

"...That, the Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong who killed you."

"There's a lot of nonsense." Yuan Jiuyang murmured casually, and before turning his wrist, he held a short knife in his hand at some point.

Before Anqiu Candlestick Qie Guangzhong finished his words, he sent his hand forward, and pierced it straight into Anluo Candlestick Qie's belly.

Yuan Jiuyang approached the dark falling candlestick and smiled lightly in his ear, with a little contempt, said: "Although I don't know when you killed me."

As if taking a breath, Yuan Jiuyang continued: "But I think what you rely on is just the identity of 'Candlestick Cut'."

"But you're not him."

Yuan Jiuyang laughed, "Why should I show mercy?"

The dark falling candlestick was full of shock and anger, and quickly stepped back a few steps to cover the wound stabbed by the short knife, saying: "You are crazy!"

"This is Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's body. If I die, he will die too."

Yuan Jiuyang felt the short knife vibrating constantly, so he let go of the hand holding the short knife.

Hearing the words of Anqiu Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, the smile on Yuan Jiuyang's face gradually faded, and the arc on his lips returned to a straight line: "In that case, he is not worthy of being my sword."

"Do you think so?" Yuan Jiuyang turned his head and asked the boy who had transformed from a dagger into a human form beside him.