Yokohama Slag God will never overturn

"Why did I come here..."

Keimaru stood in the void, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in front of him, almost subconsciously wanted to get closer to find out the news, and then, something even more surprising happened to him.

Even though he came here, Keimaru couldn't move his body as if he was bound by something.

And just when Katsumaru was surprised, Hikiri's voice came from behind him.

"It seems to have come to the past."

The milk-white haired Dao Fusangshen was standing a few steps away from the knee pill, and the golden cat pupils casually scanned the surrounding environment, seeing the blurred surroundings slowly transitioning into boundless darkness At the border, I roughly had a guess in my heart.

"Trying the past is also a fictional memory, and it is also a reappearance of our memories who came here..."

Looking down at his illusory figure, Higekiri then showed a comforting smile to Kagemaru: "Don't worry, it seems... we just need to wait quietly."

"Well, the one before... um, didn't you mention the fake called What Mei?"

Recalling the words of the magician of flowers, Higiri repeated: "Well, it's just a bath, so brother Maru doesn't need to worry too much." If there is really the will of the world standing behind any magician, then Do as he says.

Is it really?

Keimaru looked at his elder brother, and found that the other party had already attracted all his attention by the scenery in the courtyard. Although he still felt a little bit uneasy in his heart, his trust in his elder brother all the time made him believe in Higakiri's words.

"Okay, Anika."

Nodding, Tachi Fusangshen with thin green hair also chose to watch quietly.

I don't know if it's because the two "spectators" present have quieted down, and the scene that was originally like a still movie picture began to move, as if it had been injected with vitality.

There was the sound of rustling grass blades rubbing against each other, and then, a Fusangshen who was exactly the same as Kagemaru walked in from what looked like a "door".

"It's desolate."

It seems to be a little dissatisfied. Compared with the current Knee Maru, who is much younger, the "Kee Maru" who still reveals childishness between his brows looks around, with a bit of dissatisfaction on his face, but it seems to be worried What endured it.

"I don't know how my brother is doing now."

"Kenmaru" was thinking about his brother's current situation, while walking towards the distant house.

It may be that the sky is too dark, or that "Ken Wan" is too distracted at this time, and has not seen other existences hiding in the dark.

However, Kemaru and Higakiri, who were onlookers, could see clearly that someone was slightly bowing and pressing a knife with their fingertips behind the wild bushes and grass piles not far from Keimaru. .

"That is……"

At this time, the clouds covering the moon above the night sky dispersed, relying on the faint moonlight, Mustache saw the knife clearly.

The black knife/handle, the familiar blade pattern, and... the other party hanging down by his side, the ribbon ornament with his knife pattern that he personally gave to the other party and tied on for the other party.

"how come……"

The eye sockets shrunk slightly, the initial calmness disappeared from Mustache's face, and the body subconsciously leaned forward to see clearly, although he clearly had a guess in his heart, he subconsciously denied the answer.

"It's clearly a misunderstanding...it can't be true!"

Staring at Blade Shadow, Higakiri clenched his hands into fists unconsciously, and murmured in a low voice: "Xiaowu... definitely won't...nor..." It really hurt Kyomaru.

As the blade in charge, Keemaru was also dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

Hikeiri's whispers sounded in his ears, and it took almost an instant for Kemaru to understand the other party's identity and what was going on.

"Anijia, this should not be true."

Kenmaru was a little uncertain: "Although it is said that this is a memory, in my memory, I have never met that Fusangshen."

Never been hurt by the other party.

"is it?"

Forced to smile, Higakiri didn't speak any more, just staring closely at the picture in front of him.

However, it was like punching Higashikiri and Kenmaru in the face, what happened in the screen was completely different from their memories.

When "Xi Wan" walked to the door of the house and stretched out his hand to push the door open, Fu Sangshen, who had been dormant all this time, suddenly rushed towards him.

The sound of the blade being unsheathed was extremely loud in the dead silence.

Fu Sangshen, who had a face similar to Higakiri's, jumped up from the darkness, and Xuanyue was behind her, her milky white hair had been dyed black, and her brilliant golden pupils were replaced by crimson red.

There are even pointed horns on the forehead.

"Crack-"

The Taidao collided with the scabbard, and the "Knee Maru", which had no time to react and had to deal with it in a hurry, was thrown away, and its back hit the wall hard, making a dull impact sound.

"Cough cough..."

The blood on the corners of the lips slipped, "Knee Pill" barely raised his head, his eyes widened when he saw the opponent's face clearly, and subconsciously blurted out "Anijia..."

As if being stimulated, "Xiaowu"'s eyes became more bloody, and then the blade turned over, and fell mercilessly at Xiwan.

"Puff" the blade sank into the flesh and blood, and the slender knife mark cut from the chin of the knee ball to his abdomen, the blood was in full bloom, soaking his clothes, and the blood dripped on the grass beside him.

Seeing Fu Sangshen overturned on the ground, "Xiao Wu" approached, and then ruthlessly thrust the sword into the cheek of "Knee Maru".

Because of the sharpness of the blade, a streak of blood appeared on the side face of "Knee Pill".

"Why are you his brother?"

Bowing his head, and pressing the shoulder of "Knee Pill" with one hand, "Xiao Wu" moved closer, his scarlet blood pupils completely lost all reason.

"I'm just your substitute."

Expressing what he heard and confirmed, "Xiao Wu" said word by word, "I'm just a dispensable guy who can be thrown away at any time for entertainment."

But ah, even so...

She doesn't want to be thrown away.

Looking down at Fu Sangshen with thin green hair, "Xiao Wu" pinched his chin, showing his canine teeth: "I work harder than you, I am more obedient than you, and I can even be more decisive than you."

"But why... why can't I compare?"

The strength in his hands gradually increased, and the voice of "Xiao Wu" became louder and louder: "It's just a chronological order! I'm just one step behind you!"

"Substitutes or something..."

Getting closer, "Xiao Wu" almost stuck to the ear of "Xi Wan", and smiled softly.

"If the so-called genuine products disappear, then there will be no substitutes and genuine products, right?"

At that time... as long as she is the only one, then she will not be abandoned, right?

The silver-white knife light slashed across, and blood spattered.

"Tick tock..."

The broken sound of blood dripping on the ground spread.

In the end, the dagger still did not penetrate the body of "Knee Maru".

"I can't do it..."

Eyes widened, "Xiao Wu" seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be laughing: "Obviously only one knife is needed, and I won't be thrown away with one knife."

But she just couldn't do it.

So jealous, so jealous, so jealous...

Damn damn damn...

Jealousy was about to kill her, but why couldn't she do it even though she couldn't breathe?

His forehead was pressed against the ground, and the body in his hand was thrown aside. The blood stained on the blade slowly dried up and coagulated, turning into dark blood stains.

"I'm really jealous of you...Obviously you have left, but there is no way to replace you..."

Standing in the void, Kemaru and Higakiri entered into the picture in an instant, and they felt all the emotions from that "little bird".

Full of yearning, the most respected and beloved Blade, obviously got permission to approach him, but dared not reach out because of inferiority and timidity.

Don't dare to get too close, dare not touch it, as if you suddenly got the most precious treasure, only dare to take a cautious look when there is no one there, as long as you can see it, you are satisfied.

All desires are forcibly suppressed.

Until later, all the good things were smashed on the ground like a crystal ball, and the broken crystals scattered, scratching the cheeks and piercing the skin.

The origin of the imitation, the truth of what was forged, and the purpose of the substitute.

All the goodwill received at the beginning is just an appendage of another blade, and all the warmth is just a product of other people's boredom.

Everything is a lie.

When the rightful owner is returned, the end of the substitute is nothing but abandoned.

The memories that had been carefully cherished all this time were torn to shreds, Xiao Wu just stood there, raised her head, and looked around in confusion.

I don't know what I should do, I don't know the meaning of my existence.

The only thing she could hold in her hands was the little bit of light and warmth that the blade gave her.

Therefore, even if he knew all the truth, even if he knew that it might be an illusion, Xiao Wu still desperately wanted to grab a straw in his hand like a drowning person.

But this is not straw, but quicksand that cannot be held.

The last warning, a complete breakdown of reason, engulfed Xiaowu completely when she was unconscious.

Jealousy is the original sin.

"But...it has already become like this..."

Jealousy turned into a poisonous snake, swallowing and spitting snake letters around her heart, the venom of jealousy has overflowed, but when the other party is really about to die, the hand holding the knife/handle begins to tremble.

"I……"

Fu Sangshen, who had already turned into an evil ghost, stood up unsteadily, pulled out the body with great effort, and then knocked "Knee Pill" unconscious.

"I'm just so useless."

Smiling, letting the tears flow, "Xiaowu" left as silently as when he came.

If you can't do it, there is no way to get rid of the genuine product.

So, can she just be a little selfish in the last period of time, and get closer to her brother who didn't belong to her originally?

Not asking for much, just a little.

Stumbling towards her own room, "Xiaowu" didn't know that the dark aura that had been lingering around her was slowly dissipating on her body, the horns on her forehead receded, the redness dissipated, and the black hair returned to white.

The previous memories dissipated, and only the tired "Xiao Wu" was left in his mind, just hoping to sleep.

[This journey seems to be too quiet.

Everything around became blurred, as if it had merged with the night, and a distorted picture was reflected in Xiao Wu's eyes. 】

Seeing this, Higiri suddenly came back to his senses.

Cold sweat began to fall from his forehead. Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Mustache, who clearly knew what would happen next, looked at "Xiao Wu", trying to stop her.

do not go.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

I want to get closer, but I can't take a step away from where I am.

The figure of "Xiao Wu" standing at the door was reflected in the golden cat pupils.

"do not go……"

"Xiao Wu" standing at the door paused, as if she heard someone calling her name.

"Don't go!" Waiting behind the door is...

A little bit of hope appeared in Higakiri's eyes, wanting to convey his words.

He stretched out his hand, trying to stop the other party with his fingertips, and then, under the watchful eyes of Hidekiri, "Xiao Wu" pushed open the door.

"……don't want……"

Closing his eyes in pain, he squatted down weakly, inserted his hands into his hair and grabbed his hair tightly, and Hidekiri let out a meaningless growl.

This is his memory, the fusion of his and Xiaowu's memories.

Here, all the truth is revealed.

[When Xiao Wu returned to her room, she was greeted by a silver-white knife light. 】

Fu Sangshen, who had a face similar to Higakiri's, fell into a pool of blood and stretched out his hand weakly.

[Brother, can you hug me again? 】

【Please, hug me again, okay? 】

【Really...so painful...and so cold...】

Broken sentences, faint hopes, and a hand that stubbornly stretched out towards the person in front of him.

"Ahhhh!"

The nightmare reappeared again, and Hikari was about to go completely mad after knowing everything.

Don't have any more hope... That's not your brother at all!

The hoarse growl, Fu Sangshen, who had been tortured by this incident for thousands of years, could no longer bear it, and the tears still fell from the corners of his eyes after all.

It wasn't him who picked up the knife and slashed at Xiao Wu.

Therefore, no matter how much Xiaowu begged, no matter how humble his desire, that person would not be able to respond in any way.

That is……

"Home... Master..."

Standing aside, Keemaru, who had completely lost his ability to think, stared blankly at some strangers, at the patriarch he admired the most, holding his brother's body, and at his patriarch prostrated on the ground little by little. Fu Sangshen swung his knife and watched him crush all the hopes of the opponent.

In his memory, the serious but not lacking in kind Patriarch had a strange maliciousness on his face that made him shiver.

Fu Sangshen, who had completely lost all hope, had no strength to think anymore, the temperature of his fingertips dissipated, and his body slowly shattered into nothingness.

And at the end, Fu Sangshen, who had been suppressed all this time, was finally allowed to appear.

Staring blankly at the young girl who closed her eyes and lost her breath, and was put on her heart by herself, the younger brother who had planned to come back told him that the surprise plan had failed. Fingertips want to touch each other.

The careful movements made people feel distressed, as if they were afraid that they would let the other party disappear.

However, the light spots scattered all over the room have already explained the problem.

"Higakiri, don't forget your identity."

Behind him, Genji's patriarch walked slowly to Hikakiri's side with the sword in hand, looked down at Fusangshen who was kneeling on the ground, and looked down at him from a height.

"This knife hurt your brother."

"News came from the informant buried by Mrs. Ping, but a mere imitation knife actually hurt Genji's treasure..." Death is not a pity.

"No."

Fu Sangshen, who lowered his head, suddenly interrupted his master's words.

"That's not an imitation knife."

Looking up, the golden pupils were bloodshot.

"That's..." I treated my sister sincerely.

Before the words could be spoken, the next moment, he was kicked to the ground.

"Stupid! Recognize your identity!"

Fusangshen's words made Genji patriarch furious: "My Genji's great career has not been accomplished, this kind of Fusangshen who may cause trouble to Genji, it's fine if you refuse to execute it, and you still have to admit the identity of the other party?"

"Higakiri, remember, you are my sword and the symbol of Genji's patriarch status."

"Whatever you do, you have to use your brain."

"Today, I gave you a lesson - don't care about anyone, don't care about anything, you just need to move towards the goal and let Genji grow stronger. For this, no matter what means, no matter what price."

The dead Fu Sangshen disappeared completely, and there was only a broken sword on the ground.

Genji's patriarch glanced at Fu Sangshen, who still had his head down and didn't get up, waved his sleeves and left.

After a long time, "Higakiri" came back to his senses, and hugged the broken sword in his arms.

"sorry."

It's his fault.

"sorry."

After realizing that you knew the existence of the knee pill, you only considered worrying about the Patriarch guarding against you, but forgot more, and reprimanded you.

【...My brothers and feet, for me, I will never allow anyone to spy on or hurt them. 】

This sentence is true.

It's just a pity that he didn't do it.

There was a low, suppressed sobbing sound, and tears fell to the ground.

Brother and sister, he failed to protect any of them.

What a negligent brother.

How stupid and arrogant.

Once, a black feather fell on his palm from the sky.

And now...

Mustache raised his head slowly, looked at his palm, and closed his eyes.

His hands clenched into fists, his nails dug into his flesh, and blood dripped from between his fingers.

He couldn't catch anything.

The author has something to say:

The content in [] is what Wu Zai recalled before, and this is the comparison.

So in fact, Brother Mustache is a backer.

Brother Maru didn't know anything before, but now...

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Genji Patriarch's plan was to appease Higiri, he thought that the existence of Xiaowu would always remind Higiri of the humiliation brought to him by Hikiri, so that Higiri could deal with Hikiri more wholeheartedly, but later things got out of his control, so for him Patriarch Genji was very dissatisfied with Xiao Wu's change.

What happened to Kemimaru was an opportunity, firstly, to beat Hikakiri to make him obedient, and secondly, to further cultivate Hikakiri into what he wanted.

Like a high-ranking person, you are ruthless enough, you can use whatever means for your purpose, and you can't treat your feelings too seriously.

Ok……

The reason for the late update is...

I lost my manuscript, and my computer suddenly crashed.

vomiting blood jpg.

That's all for today, good night, little cuties! ! !

(As long as I run fast, the knife cannot catch up with me)