Weather Blade

"Really, why did I run out at this point in time? Have I been lowered by Mrs. Murakami?"

In the middle of the night when the biting cold wind was raging, Qian Qingzhen climbed step by step on the muddy land of the back mountain. She really couldn't understand why she had a brain twitch before and ran out from the warm bed.

It's not that Xing Shoulang will leave early tomorrow morning and never see her again. What's the point of her running out in the middle of the night like a little girl who elopes for love?Get a good night's sleep and get up tomorrow morning to make a roasted sweet potato for Xing Shoulang. Wouldn't it be better to tell him when he is happily eating the sweet potato?

"Forget it, hurry up and find someone to speak clearly and go back." In the spirit of coming here, Qian Qing, who shrank her neck to resist the cold, quickened her pace and rushed towards the hot breath she felt, "If you are here The cold wind blows from the back mountain in the middle of the night, and you must catch a cold and have a fever when you go back."

Thinking about the herbal medicine cooked by Mrs. Murakami whose taste is inversely proportional to the good effect, Qianqing shuddered, shook her head violently, and strengthened her determination to go back quickly.

But in the end, she still failed to carry out this determination to the end.Because, there was another aura that was colder than the ice on the top of the mountain and rushed ahead of her, reaching the target first.

Tsk, it's a coincidence that I chose today, she originally thought to deal with this guy who was suspected of persecuting the proprietress' bamboo horse in a few days, but she didn't expect it to hit the muzzle so consciously...

There is a relatively open wilderness halfway up the hill. Qianqing was caught by Tian Yu here when she slipped down from the temple to play, so she was particularly impressed.

So, she hid behind a half-person-high rock at the corner, curled up and breathed lightly, and even changed the air flow to prevent her breath from being discovered by the two people not far away, and started her squatting career.

"As a human being, your ability is really good, I want to praise you!... But you can't defeat me as Twelve Ghost Moons!" The hoarse voice with malicious intentions may be mixed with fierce laughter Tired of waiting, Qianqing, who was bored waiting, shifted her weight from her left foot to her right foot, listening to this monster who obviously had poor language skills repeating those two sentences with similar meanings, "I will definitely win in the end!"

Is this a ghost?I don't think it's a big deal... I heard him claiming to be Twelve Ghost Moons, but I thought it was powerful, but it turned out just like that... How did such a garbage creature survive for a thousand years and not become extinct?

"No! I will never let you leave here and have a chance to hurt others!"

The boy's firm and clear voice was almost at the two extremes of this monster, and Qian Qing, who was a vocal control at heart, couldn't help but cheer for him.

Come on, Anjuro!Get rid of this monster quickly, and then we can sit together on a high branch to watch the stars and the moon and have a heart-to-heart talk, and then go back and drink a bowl of ginger soup to relieve the cold before the boss lady finds out... Well, the latter seems to be only needed by her, It is said that Xing Julang, who has never had a cold or fever since he was a child, does not need it at all.

When Qianqing, who was hiding behind the rock, was so bored that she began to recite the newly learned herbs, the battle on the other side was still going on.

Although this Twelve Ghost Moon's language skills are not very good, his hands-on ability is not bad.Qian Qing, who was not good at counting, almost fainted after reciting the previous herbal medicine, and he was still yelling in his broken voice that you are no longer able to do it, and you are about to surrender.

And the information sent to Qianqing in the air is indeed telling that the situation of Purgatory Xingjurou who was injured in the chest is not good, but Qianqing has no plans to make a move because it is Xingjurou's battle.

In order to carry out the beliefs in his heart, this young man has been strictly demanding himself and has done everything he can do. In order to protect the weak and make them smile with peace of mind, he is really working hard.This kind of weak ghost who only blindly emphasizes himself cannot defeat him.

She didn't intervene, not only because she couldn't expose her abilities, but also because her meddling would only be an insult to this young man.

"Breath of Flame Five Type Flame Tiger"

Like a fierce tiger charging forward with its mouth wide open and roaring, the boy's golden-red spikes with a scorching flame lit up the night in an instant, drawing an end to the long battle.

Sensing that the evil ghost's aura had completely dissipated, Qianqing moved her tingling feet, and slowly walked out from behind the rock.

"Hoo-hoo--Miss Miko?"

Panting heavily, the boy whose body was stabilized entirely by relying on the red long knife stuck in the ground turned pale, the flame-patterned haori was stained red with blood, and the black kimono drenched in sweat was clinging to his body. On his body, although the visibility in the night was extremely low, Qian Qing, who had already walked in front of the boy, could still see a large dark spot of abnormal color on his chest.

"I can't sleep at night, so I came out to look for you." Understating the unimportant part, Qianqing pulled him up with a hand on her shoulder in the astonished expression of Purgatory Xingjulang, and helped him up, "Because it's a little I want to tell you something...but it's late now, and you're injured again, so let's talk while walking back."

Although she had encouraged herself at the beginning, Qian Qing still hesitated for a moment when the situation was imminent, and decided to postpone the matter for the time being.

If a serious injury of this level is not treated in time, even Xing Shoulang will have sequelae!She can't just care about her own little thoughts, but also for Xing Shoulang's sake.So the first task now is to take Xing Shoulang back to bandage and treat him!

Unaware of the small theater in Qianqing's complex mind, Purgatory Kyojuro looked at her anxiously, and asked cautiously, "Miss Miko, what happened just now...you saw it all?"

"At night, I can't see anything clearly just by the light of the moon and stars. I probably saw the scene where you cut off the neck of that monster, Xing Shoulang." Start talking, "That strange-looking monster is Xing Julang, your job target as a hunter?"

"Yes, that is a monster that only appears at night." Because he didn't want to involve ordinary people in such dangerous things, seeing that the other party didn't know much, Purgatory didn't explain much, "That's right! I Please take the wisteria flower sachet I gave you to Miss Miko last time! This kind of monster hates this kind of flower, so it will be much safer if you take it with you."

"Is that so? But if this kind of monster only appears at night, why don't you just persuade me not to go out at night, Xing Shoulang?" Qianqing looked at the upright boy who was greatly relieved that he didn't have to make up many lies, and couldn't help but make a teasing voice. He said, "Compared to wisteria flowers that have certain effects, isn't it safer to just close the door and keep monsters from touching it?"

"That's impossible! How can you deprive Miss Miko of your freedom to go out at night because of ghosts... monsters!" Although he stumbled when talking about monsters, Purgatory, who was seriously injured, still spoke clearly and earnestly He expressed his objection, "Let us deal with the monsters. Miss Miko, it's okay if you want to sit on the roof and enjoy the moon or sit in the courtyard and eat watermelon to enjoy the cool! I will protect you!"

"...Heh, that's really an answer in your style." After a brief silence, Qianqing chuckled, as if letting out the last burden in her heart, her heart suddenly relaxed and she made up her mind, slowly He opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry Xing Shoulang, when I just woke up a month ago, because the content and temperament of your words were very similar to an important person of mine, I mistook you for him when I was not clear-headed."

"Ah, what about that?" Although a month has passed, when he thinks of the phrase 'I'm going to fall in love with you', Purgatory Xingju Langyi feels a little feverish in his ears, "It's okay, I don't care at all! Miss Miko You don't have to worry about it!"

"I don't care at all... This statement hurts me a bit." Although she knew that the other party was trying to comfort her, but she was told that she didn't care about what she said that was close to a confession... Qianqing was still a little unhappy, "I, a young and lovely girl, confessed to you, and you just let it go?!"

"...but that's Miss Miko, you misunderstood, right?" Purgatory Kyojurou, who doesn't understand girls' little thoughts very well, was a little dazed by Qianqing, and didn't know whether he should say he minded or not.

"Forget it, don't mention the past in advance, what I'm going to say next, Xing Shoulang, please listen to me!"

Giving up on explaining the subtle differences to the straight man, Qian Qing, who went straight to the point, stopped, turned her head, and stared seriously at the boy who was supported by her on the shoulder, who was only half an arm's length away from her.

"Mistaking you for someone else is already a thing of the past. After this month of getting along...Although it sounds a little weird to me, I really like—"

"Boom - boom -"

Before Qian Qing could finish her words, a blinding flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, followed by thunder that resonated in the mountains and overwhelmed her words.

"... Miss Miko, what did you just say? I, I didn't hear clearly?"

The words have come to this point, as dull as purgatory, Xing Shoulang has an answer in his heart, although he has not yet decided whether he should accept it or not, and never escape. He did not choose to deceive himself and confuse the past, but stammered, asking Qian Qing to repeat her What was just said.

"..." But Qianqing didn't answer him.

The girl who was originally looking up at her with bright eyes, turned her gaze to the night sky with heavy raindrops at some point.The long black hair that was wet by the rain covered her eyes, making her skin paler.

After a century seems to have passed, she sighed in a voice that was more like crying than laughing, more desolate than a winter night:

"Nothing, Xing Shoulang, you got it wrong."

The author has something to say: Finally, the memories are over...I really want to write about the infinite train soon!