[Comprehensive] Today, I will also tear the bird cage

When Sesshomaru woke up from the coma, there was still a feeling of depression and anger in his heart, which was difficult to dissipate.

Jingzhiaizhi's father died for a human woman, and gave his second son his beloved knife, Iron Broken Tooth. Instead, he gave the pure-blooded eldest son a knife made from scraps, which could only save people but not kill.

Sesshomaru refuses to accept, Sesshouwan is furious, Sesshouwan uses a trick to snatch Tie Suiya, but Tie Suiya, who automatically protects the master, counterattacks and cuts off his arm...

Well, this matter can't be better.

Sesshomaru almost sneered in his heart, almost biting his own white canine teeth with hatred, in his heart he had beaten Inuyasha [-] times, completely forgetting that he plotted against his younger brother to kill him first .

Sesshomaru didn't feel that his behavior was like a cat cake at all, so he put his waist in and stood up for a while, his father is dead, isn't father's stuff my stuff?

Inuyasha?What it is?A half-demon is also worthy of calling me a brother? !

I don't recognize this brother.

——But my father recognized it!

Sesshomaru was furious.

What made the dog even more angry was that Tie Suiya cut off his own arm, rounding it up, it was the father's eccentricity, in order to protect the half-demon, he cut off an arm of his pure-blooded son.

Sesshomaru, who had never been wronged since he was a child, was so angry that he was wronged by others. He was swept away by the evil wind of Tieshaya for more than 800 miles. When he came back to his senses, he found that he could not move.

Oh, to be exact, he can't control his actions anymore.

He is sitting in a Zen courtyard with bright windows, the door is wide open, and the breeze is blowing. There are several precious books on the dark wooden table in front of him. Sesshomaru knows that they are pens, inks, papers and inkstones——Hua Guo Produced boutique.

In the Neon Country, not to mention mountain monsters, even the sons of aristocrats like the Emperor Daimyo would not be able to get such treasures.

Brushes, ink, paper and inkstones are by the side, silk brocades are added to the body, the air is filled with the fragrance of tea, and flower arrangements with the beauty of "dead silence" are placed on the corner of the table. Every detail is simple, elegant, comfortable and elegant.

Sesshomaru saw "myself" raised his head, rubbed his sore wrist, and there was a handsome man in kimono sitting on a futon not far away, he was closing the book, closing his eyes and smiling slightly:

"Come here today, Killer."

Only then did Sesshomaru realize that his extraordinarily strong wrist, which has been holding a knife for many years, will hurt like this because of the wool...

... Asking a powerful monster to write big characters with a thin soft brush is simply a human thing.

No, why does this person call me "killing life"?He should at least address me as "His Highness Sesshomaru"!

It can be seen that Sesshomaru is really a child who has not been cute enough since he was a child. Before he could cast a cold look over, his mouth could not help but softly say: "My hand hurts, I need to rub it!"

Sesshomaru: "..."

Jiutian Shenlei is not enough to describe Sesshomaru's mood at this time.

Sanri Yue Zong stood up, smiled and tapped the young boy's forehead with a fan, and said, "Go to the lord and rub it for you. Grandpa, I have a sore back, tinnitus and dizziness. I'm going to take a good rest."

Sesshomaru watched coldly this young man who looked like he was in his prime in his 25th year but claimed to be a "grandpa" left. Anyway, he couldn't control his actions, so he naturally found a way to catch him and threaten him and ask him for clarification.

He could only attach himself to this young man named "Killing", watched him neatly tidy up the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table, and stepped out of the room happily.

The young man lowered his head, and out of the corner of his eye, it fell on his hand—it was his hand.Sesshomaru is very clear, but he doesn't understand why these hands are so immature and young.

This is simply... my childhood self.

But when did he live in such an exquisite human dwelling during his infancy?Are you dreaming?

Little Sasho ran to another courtyard with his short legs. Sesshoumaru watched him coldly as he took off the complicated fur, and casually tore off the delicate and exquisite white clothes.

Then turned into a dog.

One, but the size of the wrist to the elbow, a little white dog that even barks like a baby.

The little white dog kicked off the clothes wrapped around his dog's legs, wagging his tail and ran further into the yard, his joyful appearance made Sesshomaru begin to doubt his dog's life.

Passing through a Japanese room, Sesshomaru felt a sudden light in front of his eyes.

On the red brick prototype window specially built for enjoying the scenery, there is a girl who is no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. She seems to be taking a lunch break and sleeping soundly.

The sun outside the window was sunny, warm and comfortable, Sesshomaru's eyes paused slightly when they fell on the girl, and it felt like time had stopped for a moment.

Her black hair was like clouds, her lips seemed to be painted vermilion, her eyes were lightly closed and she was sleeping soundly, her face was full of ignorance and innocence.

Her posture is unsightly, and the place where she lies down for a nap is not the right place, but she is so beautiful, just lying there lazily is better than countless springs outside the window.

Facing such a sleeping beauty, even if Sesshomaru didn't feel any throbbing in his heart, he subconsciously didn't want to disturb others' good sleep, but the owner of this possessed body didn't think so.

"Auntie, Auntie!" The little milk dog rushed to the round window, kicked its short legs, climbed up the woman's neck along the woman's arm, and licked the woman's face, "Get up! Get up! Rub my hair ! Rub my fur!"

The little milk dog who didn't know what caring was at all licked the woman's saliva all over her face, and when she was done, she stretched out two soft white paws and slapped the woman from side to side.

Sesshomaru: "..."

How should I put it, although I don't care about the other party's feelings, I suddenly understand why my mother teased him "You deserve to be born alone"...

To be reasonable, when I was young, our talent is "poison", and you might manually disfigure others by licking like this...

"piss off!"

So as Sesshomaru expected, the girl who was tortured by the low pressure of getting up and the poisonous saliva opened her eyes, and the first time she opened her eyes, she threw the dog in anger, and the whole person fell into a state of madness.

"Are you a devil?! Say it yourself! How can you get along with my face?! Why are you fighting and acting like a baby and greeting me?!"

The little milk dog was thrown three or four meters into the air. An ordinary child would have burst into tears, but the little milk dog got up quickly and wrapped itself around the ankle of the woman who had landed, rubbing and licking.

"Rub my hair, rub my hair! Auntie, aunt, rub my hair!"

The little milk dog is probably still young, and he only repeats these few words when he comes and goes.

The woman looked gloomy at the little milk dog acting like a baby, and angrily grabbed the little milk dog in her hand, and looked at him sullenly, but no matter how long she stared at him, the little milk dog just stuck out her tongue and acted cutely. Women are gone.

"Put out your tongue! Hey! How dare you stick out your tongue!"

"A little bit~!"

Sesshomaru felt that he was mentally retarded in his infancy.

But the more suffocating operation is still behind. When the woman sits down and rubs the little milk dog angrily, the little milk dog kicks its legs happily, and when it turns over, it reveals its fluffy white belly...

Then the woman raised her hand and rubbed it, her two hands were just enough to cover the entire belly, and immediately came a full set of horse killing chicken.

Looking at himself who was so comfortable that he kept making the sound of "snoring" in his throat, Sesshomaru's heart ached as if he had been trampled by a thousand grass-mud horses.

First of all, let me introduce, Sesshomaru, the child of Xiguo Dog General and Yinyue King, has been educated by the elite of the Yaozu since he was a child. Even facing his mother, he still has a noble and glamorous posture that is naturally uncarved.

The belly is the most vulnerable part of the dog's body. The back has fur and bones to protect the internal organs, but the belly has only a thin layer of skin.In the world of monsters, such things as family affection are very indifferent. After all, if a son grows up, if he wants his father's territory, he must confront his father head-on.In short, even close relatives would not do such a thing as showing their belly, and there is only one possibility to do it—to express surrender to the master after defeat.

This is really a big day dog.

He, Sesshomaru, is four hundred years old, he would rather die than surrender, and would rather be defeated than humiliated, never. Never. Have. Do. This. What. Shame.

So unconsciously, Sesshomaru's heart became murderous, thinking that no matter what, he had to get rid of this woman who let him show her belly.

Huayan paused slightly for the little milk dog's hand rubbing his belly.

She moved her hand away and looked down at the little puppy lying on her lap in a daze.The little milk dog was dissatisfied with her stopping, stretched out his little paw, scratched her sleeve, and licked her little finger.

Huayan pressed the center of her eyebrows, she just felt that she was sleepy and confused, how could she feel the murderous aura of Xiao Shasheng, this bastard in just a moment, an illusion, right?

So Huayan was nursing Xiao Shengsheng's fur and asked, "How did you go in class today?"

The little milk dog moved its ears slightly, and said in a childlike voice: "Auntie, I still don't understand how to kill a living being. Why do you need to use the way humans manage cities to govern monsters? Isn't strength in the demon world respected?"

"Strength is the most important thing, but you will always be tired and weak." Huayan lowered her head and rubbed the dog, and said casually, "Think about it, the West Country was originally just a gathering place for dog clans, why has it developed into a country of its own now? , The scale is quite large? The reason is very simple, you are stronger, and there will be more monsters who rely on you. If you want to unify the monster world, you need to manage, govern, and balance the forces under your command."

"For example, my aunt will take you to see it." Huayan picked up the little milk dog and hugged it in her arms, and walked outside, "In my aunt's city, there are the Yingcao clan in the form of dandelions, and the wolf clan and sheep."

"Then Auntie asks you, if there are these weak monsters here and they live together, how can you prevent the sheep from eating the grass and the wolves from eating the sheep?"

Xiao Shasheng was puzzled: "Why do you want to stop it? This is a matter of the weak and the strong."

"That's right." Hua Yan curled her lips into a smile, Jiyue Qingfeng was not as charming as the gentleness between her brows, "But the reason why monsters seek refuge with you is to avoid the danger from the outside world, right?"

On this point, Xiao Shasheng has his own views.He said dissatisfiedly: "I don't want such a weak follower."

The killing pill attached to him also nodded, a noisy wrong view is annoying enough, why does he raise so many weak chickens to make himself upset?

Huayan smiled helplessly: "Then let me ask you, do you want to improve the living environment of monsters, or let you live a better life?"

Xiao Shasheng argued: "I think life is pretty good now."

When Huayan heard it, she was immediately happy: "But Xiaoshasheng, you can eat the delicacies of Huaguo, use pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and wear silk brocades, which are given to you by your aunt, and have nothing to do with your parents. "

The little milk dog was stunned, and suddenly became confused—it was given by his aunt, not his parents. To put it bluntly, what belongs to his aunt belongs to his aunt, and there is no such thing as returning it to him when he grows up.

In this regard, Xiao Shasheng's ideas are still very upright, and he doesn't feel wronged, because the rules are like this.

Only direct descendants are eligible to inherit everything from their parents, and they must pass the test of their parents.

It’s not that Xiguo is bad, it’s just that you’ve been used to going out in Rolls-Royces with tens of millions of dollars since you were a child, and eating Kobe beef brought in by air. Can you still return to the countryside and live the luxurious life of landowners?

This is the difference between vision and knowledge.

"So, Auntie wants to take you to see it for yourself. Hearing is believing, seeing is believing."

The little milk dog wagged its tail excitedly, but Sesshomaru, who was attached to the little milk dog, frowned.

He would like to see why this woman can say the bold words of "unifying the demon world", and why she questioned his ideas.

He faintly felt that the restless resentment and depression in his heart might be able to find the answer here.

The author has something to say: there is another chapter that will be added _(:з」∠)_

With full of love (e) and meaning (yi), let the palace of killing pass through.

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