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Must kill him, Shaman King.

Walking, walking, on the extremely desolate desert, walking along the footprints that are about to disappear.

The scorching wind and sand slapped your face, beating with pain, and blowing hotly, reminding you how long the road ahead is.

When you unscrew the leather kettle, only grains of yellow sand can be poured out. You know that this is a trick used by the most vicious people in the desert, and it never leaves you with even a glimmer of hope.The weight of the sand gives you the illusion that there is still water, until you shake it, and you will be surprised that you have nothing.

Of course, you already know these things.Before that person acts, he already knows his thoughts.But you didn't stop it, you just waited in peace.Because many times ideas are just ideas and may not be put into action.Until the last moment, there is no such thing as judging that the other party is an enemy just because of one thought.

Unfortunately, the truth is often cruel.If the enemy really acted like this, you would never be so empty and disappointed.It is precisely because they are companions, of the same race, and blood relatives who depend on each other in the desert, that it is especially unforgivable, and they have lost hope in humanity.

Thirst and sunshine gradually take away your physical strength, and you begin to hesitate whether to stick to the direction you were going before.If you are about to face people who want to rush to rendezvous, the next thing you have to get along with is this kind of human beings and such kind of people, is it necessary to be so persistent?What you don't want to give up, they have already put down gently.There is no bond between you.

——Perhaps it is not wrong to start a person's journey like this.Thinking like this lightens your seemingly heavy shoulders.You begin to yearn for the journey alone, deciding to use it as an opportunity to escape from the past.

The only problem is the water source.But it won't bother you.Thirst and heat are temporary, and you who can communicate with the spirit of nature know that there is a source of water in another direction not far away.But in order to maintain your strength, you choose to pull off your cloak, set up a simple tent to block the sun, and rest until evening before you move.

In the desert, the alternation between evening and night is short, and the night will be extremely cold.You need to rush to a place with water in this short time interval.Set up a camp near there.

The source of water is the spring of life in the desert, and it cannot be too far away, nor too close.If there are predatory beasts or poisonous snakes entrenched, even if you are not afraid, you will feel somewhat inconvenient.

Not everything goes as you might expect, however.You failed to reach the source of water in a short time.The cold, potential dangers, and unfavorable factors such as lack of direction make you decide that you cannot continue to move forward.You will have to get through the night thirsty.

In the wind and sand that hit violently at night, there seemed to be vague sounds interspersed with it.

"I can't find it, I can't find it..."

Such a male voice is like a wandering undead, trying to find his lost body or the way back.

You lose interest in finding out, after all, you yourself are a lost person.What is the use of sympathizing with the dead?Soon you will join them.

But right away, reality breaks your extrapolation.

You feel the warmth of your lips, and the sweet water pours down your throat, bringing you new life.

You wanted to stand on the sidelines and not sympathize with the undead calling for something, but now you sympathize with you and save you with water.

For a moment, there was an unspeakable emotion in your chest that almost made you cry.

The companions you once wanted to walk with, the same race of human beings, wanted to kill you, and tried in vain to let the desert sentence you to death.

But you were about to give up, and the dead who didn't intend to be scruples saved your life and gave you the tenderness as cold as water.

"Why do you want to save me?" You couldn't help asking, "Is it me who you are looking for?"

"No." The other party replied. "Helping people who want to be saved is a matter of course."

Not a matter of course.You think so.But it doesn't matter, this innocent and worrying spirit will be your partner and partner.You decide.

"Tell me your name." You asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ah, my name is—"

At this time, you can finally open your eyes and see the appearance of this spirit clearly in the hazy reflection of the sand.

"Nozaki? Why are you here?"

Nozaki-kun was surprised, this person actually knew him?

"Who are you, please? Have we met?"

Just like any Indian in the American continent, he was dressed simply, full of national characteristics, with his upper body bare, covered only by a cloak, and the man wearing trousers and boots chuckled lightly.

"It's me, King Makang Leaf. We met about 500 years ago."

Nozaki-kun: "...?"

Nozaki-kun: "...!"

No, you wait!You tell me, this uncle in front of me is very handsome, with fierce eyes and fierce expression. Except for the long dark red and brown hair and the pair of huge earrings, there is no man who looks similar to Mr. Ma Cang. Lord Wang? !

Nozaki-kun wanted to cry on the spot!

"Master Ye Wang! Woohoo, what happened to you in the past 500 years? What did they feed you to make you look like this!"

Hormone?Or the kind eaten by game cocks?The man with such fierce eyes is not the gentle Lord Ye Wang that I know!

Master Ye Wang turned his eyes blank: "What does it look like? Do you have any objections to my appearance?"

Nozaki-kun looked at Ye Wang, and still couldn't help wiping his tears: "Yes, Lord Ye is no longer the cute and gentle Lord Ye, but an uncle with fierce eyes. Please imagine, Lord Qingming How can I not be shocked, why can't I be shocked, with Lord Daoman's vicious look in his eyes!"

Ye Wang: ...

This description is so graphic that Wang Ye himself felt uncomfortable.That scene...must be intolerable.

"Okay, okay, it's not like I want to grow up like this. Although the Indians in the American continent are also yellow races, they are still genetically different from the island countries."

...So, Mr. Ye Wang, you also acquiesce, the painting style of your reincarnation this time has been crooked!

The two exchanged a bit and learned about each other's situation.

Ye Wang sighed: "It turns out that you can't use your previous abilities, and you can't communicate with your companions."

Yes, Nozaki-kun's cards have all turned gray, and Xiao Chiyo can't be contacted, and the pet summoning system can't be used, as if he has completely cut off contact with the spirit world.

Nozaki-kun saw Lord Ye Wang's disgusted face, and couldn't help complaining: "Master Ye Wang is obviously the same, you separated from your companions, didn't you?"

Ye Wang snorted coldly: "Those insignificant beings are not my companions."

Nozaki-kun felt strange: "But with Lord Ye's yin and yang skills, shouldn't they be able to catch up with the team soon?"

Ye Wang replied: "What will happen if I catch up with the migrating team? Will I be stabbed in the back by them again? I, who use spells that do not belong to this country and nation, are different to them. Hmph, sooner or later I will take away all the treasures of their nation. The guardian spirits of nature hold them under my control as holding spirits."

Nozaki-kun has to admit that what kind of person a person is depends entirely on his soul and temperament.Even with such a fierce look in his eyes and threatening words, when he speaks from Ma Cang Yewang's mouth, it is also domineering.Other people's words seem to be too arrogant and delusional, but it is a natural decision for Ye Wang.

Nozaki-kun quickly asked: "So, has Lord Ye already set a goal?"

To be honest, for some time before, Ye Wang actually felt that everything didn't matter.Even though Ma Cang Ye Wang, who was killed by family members 500 years ago, harbored resentment in his heart, as the reincarnation of Ye Wang 500 years later, although he had memories and even used the same name, he felt that he was not safe. The leaf king of the era.

The essence of human beings is composed of both body and soul.There is a saying that the vitality contained in the soul is called the soul, and the vitality contained in the body is called the soul.Soul and soul, the two are united, and the soul and body are united to be a human being.

Reincarnating through a body that is not of the blood of the Macang family, even if the soul is Ye Wang, it is essentially different from him in the past.

Thinking of this, Ye Wang sighed softly and lay on his side with his hand resting on his cheek.

"I have a goal, but before you ask, I haven't made up my mind yet. Compared with me before reincarnation, I longed to build a world with only psychics. Now I have no interest in human beings, even if they are all destroyed It doesn't matter anymore."

There is hope, there is desire, trying to change, to prove that we have not given up, and we still want to build a gentle world where everyone can laugh together.

Even if this body dies, I still don't want to give up this ambition, so I used the method of reincarnation to continue my memory, hoping to fulfill my sad wish in the next life.

But now this King Ye is full of the innate wildness of Indian blood, and the concept of survival of the fittest is even more deeply rooted.

Perhaps compared to being imprisoned in the yin and yang houses of Ping An Jing, to protect the lives of those nobles, one must be concerned about the survival of mankind, and have the ambition to protect the survival of mankind; Ma Cangye King recognizes that he is free now, responsible for his own life and death, and everything is in charge. Let nature take its course, regardless of the life pattern of irrelevant people.

Lord Ye Wang, who is of Indian blood, sighed: "Sure enough, no matter what the world is, humans or psychics, it is easier and happier to embark on the journey by yourself. But, everything will not exceed my expectations, it is too boring. Really Go on a trip and probably come to the same conclusion.”

Saying that, Ye Wang looked at Nozaki-kun and said, "I feel so good when I see you. There are people in the world that even I can't predict." Even if I know what you are thinking, it is difficult to deduce the logic and behavior patterns , is simply the most incredible creature.

Nozaki-kun guessed that this was probably a compliment.

Ye Wang finally concluded: "Because it was too boring, I decided to resign myself to it and act according to the ideas of my previous life. The current temporary purpose is to become a priest and get the guardian spirit of the Paqi clan."

Elf.

Elf! ! !

By the way, Lindell once said that Chiyo is an elf!

Nozaki-kun became excited: "Then that means, Lord Ye, you know how to summon elves, right? If I want to summon an elf who has lost me, can I do it?"

Ye Wang chuckled: "This kind of thing is trivial, but you need to provide a medium. Do you have anything that this elf has used?"

Nozaki-kun felt left and right to search, and finally had an idea, took out a brush and a bottle of ink and handed them to Wang Ye.

"This is the tool that Xiao Chiyo uses most often to blacken, please trouble you."

Ye Wang: "..."

Ye Wang looked disgusted: "I will teach you, you have learned to summon by yourself."

Nozaki-kun: "Huh?"

why? !

...Because it's stupid, Nozaki-kun, it's too stupid to use a brush and ink to summon elves, and it's not at all acceptable to Ye Wang, who is very forceful.So, you're still left to fend for yourself.