I am forced to collect

[Time to end amnesia punishment: 2 days]

When people are in a low ebb, the ghosts and monsters that breed in the darkness will always surround the living beings silently.

Compared with powerful monsters with intelligence and demonic power like Sesshomaru, these monsters growing from the shadows do not have much higher thinking ability, only more vigorous greed and desire-the desire to pull the living into the other side, Eager to corrupt a clean soul that has just died.

A few days ago, Chunyan discovered that everyone was more or less entangled by these unclean things, but it was not as serious as today's prison temple Hayato.

He seemed to be stimulated psychologically by new things and had heavier negative emotions.However, Chunyan doesn't know him very well. She only knows that the person in charge of his training is his half-sister, and it seems that he himself can neither overcome the hurdles of his family, nor can he successfully master the attacking methods ten years later to complete the training content. .

For a moment, Chunyan couldn't grasp how close the relationship between her and the prison temple was before—on second thought, she didn't seem like someone who would communicate with others about family conflicts and psychological shadows at a deep level, and she didn't need more. what to think.

So now she is just quietly using her spiritual power to help Prison Temple get rid of those fallen demons who tried to corrupt his heart.

And because she kept silent for a long time, she lowered her head and immersed herself in a world invisible to ordinary people, so it was rare for her to appear a little cute.

And it made the boy who was approached more and more awkward.

"Have you done enough!" Guiji Hayato shouted impatiently with red ears.

Chunyan couldn't help being very angry: "I'm planning to give you a discount, are you so rude to the service staff?"

Prison Temple Hayato: "...Is this the point?"

In order to stop Chunyan, he simply reached out and tried to grab the girl's wrist, but after remembering the marks he had made on her hand just now, he immediately let go.

Chunyan didn't pay much attention to this subtle movement, only concerned that the powerful spiritual power released just now had frightened most of the monsters away, so she felt relieved a little.After doing all this, she looked at the silver-haired boy's eyes and asked casually, "Has Hayato seen a monster before?"

"what?"

Hayato's expression seemed to be unresponsive to why Chunyan asked again.

Chunyan then continued to ask: "Because normal people would feel strange seeing other people hitting the air, right? But Hayato seems not surprised at all, although everyone should know that there are monsters in the world because of Sesshomaru."

"Did you lose your memory! The name, the name is so—" the boy bit his tongue, and abruptly changed the subject, "Of course there are such miraculous things in this world! Idiots don't believe this!"

He began to talk endlessly: "For example, I don't know how many people have indicated that they have successfully sent letters to Hell Girl at [-] o'clock!! There are also ghouls with a stinky body, peeking into the eyes of everyone passing by !Of course, leaving aside the strange stories in Japan, many countries in the world have made breakthroughs in the current UFO research..."

Chunyan covered her ears expressionlessly.

Prison Temple Hayato: "..."

"Damn you bastard!!!" He finally couldn't bear it and took out the bomb.

"Wow, it's so fierce."

"You think I can't see your perfunctory??"

Chunyan deftly avoided Hayato's attack. Under the "education" of Hibari Kyoya in the past few days, if she could not escape his attack, she would probably have died in training.

Prison Temple should have been much happier, Chunyan was even dazed, and couldn't help thinking that the monsters were no longer entangled with him.

"Is it Ah Yan and the prison temple?"

Chunyan stopped in an instant to prevent herself from bumping into the person who suddenly came out from the corner—the latter supported her with a strong right hand, showing a happy and hearty smile, "Yeah~ home run!"

Prison Temple Hayato let out a "tss".

He crossed his arms and frowned impatiently at the visitor, "Hey, you guys haven't trained well, what are you doing here?"

"Huh? Isn't Prison Temple also playing with Ah Yan?"

"Who is playing with this guy!!!"

"Oh," Takeshi Yamamoto's smile remained unchanged, he turned to Chun Yan and said, "Then Ah Yan wants to go with me?"

Chunyan nodded, "Okay."

Prison Temple: "...you two."

The handsome young man was wearing a black kendo suit, with the wounds from the past few days of training faintly exposed under the wide sleeves. When he found Chunyan looking at him, he blinked at her, his black eyes were full of tears. smile.

Speaking of which, she still doesn't know what this person's training content is.

When this question appeared in her mind, this sentence also popped out of Chunyan's mouth.

"Me? I've been beaten all the time!" The black-haired boy didn't shy away from the fact that his training was not going well. "However, I still need to carry out weight-bearing running training. My instructor will come to supervise me when the meeting time comes."

"Speaking of weight training, has Ah Yan seen my box animals?"

Chunyan was stunned for a while, trying to recall what everyone had chatted at the dinner table, and asked uncertainly, "Is that Swift?"

"Haha, Jiro is so cute!"

When the blue rain-attributed flame ignited, Takeshi Yamamoto's box weapon also opened up. Before Chunyan had time to see his box animal, a swift rushed into her arms.

The small and nimble swift kept rubbing against the girl's neck, probably because the animal liked the aura of the maiden and the god's identity card. This box animal, which usually only cares about its master, became very well-behaved. Ting cautiously walks around Chunyan.

Hayato looked at Takeshi Yamamoto with a speechless expression: "Your pet is more annoying than you."

The "master", who was not as annoying as the pet, smiled.

When he found that Chunyan hadn't made a sound, Takeshi Yamamoto was worried for a moment that she didn't like Swift's intimacy, so he hesitated to wake up the girl: "Ayan?"

"Ah, sorry."

After a while, Chunyan quickly raised her head and stared at Hayato Guji: "Can I see how you use the flame?"

Chunyan found an empty training room and quickly closed the door, took out her box without delay, and began to recall the appearance of Takeshi Yamamoto and Hayato Gokuji when they used flames.

When Takeshi Yamamoto opened the weapon box, the burning dead air flames were like his attributes, like the quietly flowing rain.When Hayato used the ring, the flames rushed into the box like a gust of wind.

Everyone can light a fire, but everyone uses it in a different way.

However, since she saw Hibari Kyoya lighting the flame for the first time, she has always followed the style of exploding a large amount of flames, squeezing into the opening of the box and opening the weapon in one breath.

She subconsciously thought that a powerful attack method needed that, and directly imitated Hibari Kyouya,

Chunyan lit the ring again, and the flames jumped in the pupils.

The attribute of the cloud...is value-added.

The clouds as soft as cotton wool will one day gradually turn into black beasts oppressing the entire sky. The clouds are wrapped in violent wind and thunderstorms, rushing to any enemies who try to challenge the sky.

She flipped the box a few times in her hand, began to observe the shape of the mouth of the box, and carefully sent wisps of flame into the box.She carefully controlled the amount this time, and when she reckoned that it could reach the core of the box, she allowed the flame inside to increase in value and gather again, bursting out——

As soon as she shook her hand, the flame suddenly disappeared.

Chunyan sighed, and re-divided the flame into smaller parts, and continued to master the delivery time and burst time slowly and cautiously.

She gradually felt strenuous, and sweat overflowed from her forehead.

Although the research on the fire of dead energy has never stopped in recent years, not many scientists dare to say that they have studied this strange power thoroughly.Some people think that the fire of dead energy is to overdraw people's vitality, and some people even think that it is a gift from the gods.

Chunyan is probably the only person in the world who regards this ability as a game skill.

The feeling of her using the fire of death energy is as simple as playing a game to control a certain attack method, as simple as making blood bleed from a wound.

Chunyan can use it quickly, but she can't master this skill perfectly right away - she is a player, but she is not a professional player, it will always take a long time to improve.And when she gradually mastered the knack, she seemed to be suddenly enlightened, and controlled the flame to the correct trigger point before she was exhausted.

Chunyan suddenly felt the long-lost satisfaction and joy.

As the mechanism inside the box weapon rattled and interacted with each other, Chunyan relaxed her mind a little and focused on what would appear after the box was opened.

There was a "jingle" inside, and a ring fell out.

[Congratulations to the player for collecting the treasure card "SR-Ring of Pengo Lieyun"]

Mr. Skylark actually put the reward in the box...

It’s a big gap now, Chunyan thought.

She was about to close the box, but found that the flame inside was still increasing and gathering, and the weapon in the box was absorbing the flames like a living creature, and suddenly there was a rumbling sound——

(Oops!)

Chunyan stepped back subconsciously because of her intuition, and put her hands in front of her body. The flame she originally conveyed burst out as if uncontrollable, and swept towards her——

"Ayan!"

Chunyan heard someone shouting anxiously.

She was surrounded by another round of flames that erupted from the box, and the next second she felt that she was completely embraced by someone who tried to pull her out of the flame with all his strength.

Chunyan shook her head, and finally only remembered a warm orange flame and a pair of clean and clear eyes.