The years I worked in the Shura field [Comprehensive]

Being firmly caught by Nai Luo, Jiu Ge raised his head from his arms and looked at him suspiciously: "This time, you won't let him run away again, right?"

"No." Naraku said with a funny smile, "He is useless to me, don't worry, even if he can escape from Yuanyi, I will not let him slip away..."

As he spoke, he smiled lowly, leaned close to her ear, and promised softly, "I will bring him to you, and I will vent my anger on you."

There was an inexplicable provocation in the laughter, which made her ears itch.

Jiu Ge's eyes were wide open, his elbow rested on his chest, and he cleared his throat righteously: "Cough, speak as you speak, don't get so close."

Naraku let go of her, eyes interested.

Jiu Ge pretended not to notice, took a step back, rubbed his hot ears and cheeks, and then realized that Yan Sheng had been left behind by him, and quickly waved to him: "Yan Sheng, do you want to take a look together? That dog Wu Mi Things are finally going to have their retribution!"

Compared with Jiu Ge's kindness, Na Luo's occasional slanted gaze is particularly stinging.

As if watching some joke.

Yan Sheng suppressed his unhappiness, and only looked at Jiu Ge: "Okay."

In the center of the room, a simple bronze mirror rests quietly on the storage table.

But it is such an inconspicuous little object that faithfully presents the situation in Yuanyi's place.

Yan Sheng secretly said: "As expected of a monster. It looks like a human on the outside, but actually possesses incredible abilities. Is this the power of a monster?"

Jiuge sat obediently next to Naluo, and Naluo handed her a cup of tea at the right temperature. She took it, glanced at Yan Sheng who was sitting at the side, who seemed to be thinking about some serious problem, and handed it to him.

After Yan Sheng thanked him, he took it and held it in his palm.

Naluo poured another cup with a half-smile, and handed it to Jiuge in a good-natured manner.

Jiu Ge winked at him, held the tea in one hand, but stretched out the other hand from his sleeve, secretly hooking Naluo's slender and strong fingers, interlocking them, and sticking their warm palms together without reservation.

Yuan Yi and Wu Mi meet in the bamboo forest field.

Wu Mi looked at the ghost hunter who challenged himself alone, with arrogant eyes: "Oh, your face... looks familiar. Yes, I met a swordsman who looked very similar to you before, but it was too bad. Zhiqu, what, is he your family?"

Yuan Yi drew his sword: "He is my most beloved elder brother."

"So, do you want to avenge me for him?" Wu Mi felt that this emotion was boring, "But I have lost interest in you swordsmen, this time, I will not show mercy."

While talking, Wu Mi launched an attack.

Jiu Ge sipped tea, Wu Mi's hundreds of years of work were not in vain, the attack speed and range had made great progress compared to before, even if it was only a slight scratch, it was easy to take the life of an ordinary person.

Oh, it's also quite powerful.

Jiuge praised insincerely.

The mirror not only clearly reflected the situation, but also perfectly transcribed the sound at that time. During the attack, the cracking sound of the bamboo extending to the far rear was very clear, as if those fierce offensives were close at hand, making people feel immersive.

Yan Sheng was immersed in the scene in the mirror, and the dangerous fighting atmosphere made his body tense into a bow.

He saw that Yuanyi was able to evade Wu Mi's attack with ease, and even when he was at a loss, he instantly displayed a sword shape of the sun's breath that he had never seen before. The body was cut into several sections, making him lose the ability to regenerate.

In the mirror, the black and red blade draws a thrilling and brilliant sword light, even if it is fleeting, it is enough to penetrate deeply into the hearts of the spectators, making it unforgettable.

Yan Sheng's unwillingness spread in his heart, is this the gap between him and Yuan Yi?

At the same moment, the teacup in Nine Singers fell to the ground, and the warm tea soaked her clean clothes.

She looked terrified, as if she had seen a ghost in the daytime, her rosy cheeks lost all color in an instant, and her fingers trembled.

Naluo's expression froze, and she wanted to help her, but she almost pushed her down.

Naluo's face suddenly turned ugly.

Yan Sheng asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiu Ge's head was in a mess, and he tossed "I'm sorry" indiscriminately. Wearing wet clothes, he quickly ran into the night and disappeared.

Naluo sat down expressionlessly, with a gloomy expression.

Yan Sheng looked at Jiu Ge who had disappeared, and then at Na Luo who was planning to sit quietly until his old age, and hesitantly said: "...Aren't you going to find her?"

"She's not a child." Nailuo's voice was cold, as if she had been soaked in the ice river in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

When he was in a bad mood, Naluo's natural mocking tone came online again. He cast a sneering glance at Yan Sheng, who had something to say, and said, "Instead of worrying about her, you might as well worry about yourself. Just because you lose your human identity Cowardly, just because your younger brother is stronger than yourself, you fall into the obsession of jealousy and cannot extricate yourself. You are so weak and hypocritical, you don't even have the courage to face your own despicable side, and you have the nerve to meddle in the relationship between me and Jiu Ge Things are really overwhelming!"

"You!" Yan Sheng was trembling with anger, his eyes scratching at him.

If eyes could kill, Naluo would have already been torn to pieces by him.

Naraku sneered contemptuously: "Why, do you want to attack me?"

Yan Sheng put his hand on the sword head, his knuckles were clenched, his eyes were heavy, and the thought of killing him soared uncontrollably: "...Why do you look down on me? I'm jealous of Yuanyi, but Don't you also care about him? As long as Yuan Yi appears, Jiu Ge's eyes never leave him for a moment, have you noticed this situation? Can you say that you don't have the slightest jealousy in your heart?"

Gradually thinking about it, Yan Sheng poked back unceremoniously: "Nailuo, you were just a wild bandit back then."

Naluo's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip.

That's right, now his arrogant capital is only gradually accumulated.

To start with, he was even worse than himself.

"You rely on a woman to be what you are now, but I at least rely on myself." Naluo's increasingly ugly expression fell into Yan Sheng's eyes, which made him feel happy for a while, and then he was relieved, "Even if you become a ghost, To become something inhuman, my ability depends entirely on my own talent. Naraku, I am different from you."

Yan Sheng got up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes, and turned to the customer: "I'm going to find Jiu Ge, you can do whatever you want."

After Yan Sheng also left, only Naraku was left alone in the huge Japanese room.

As if venting, Naraku brushed off the mirror on the storage table, and slammed it hard on the rush mat, making a dull sound.

It can change Jiuge's expression so much that he completely ignores the reason for others...

Naraku was angry while thinking.

He slowly recalled Jiu Ge's actions before and after his gaffe, and soon, a wave of fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

It's Yuanyi.

No, to be precise, through Yuan Yi's sharp blow, she saw an old friend who was enough to make her lose her mind.