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When receiving the news from Zhi Mengsheng, Naraku was leaning on the side of the long aisle playing with a small bamboo flute.

The soft flute sound echoed in the empty twilight. Although it was subtle, it seemed to have a special charm, which made people want to listen attentively.

Even without deliberate practice, a few hundred years is enough time for a skill to become proficient.

The black-haired man had a lazy expression, but the sound of the flute he played was faint, leisurely and melodious, even with a touch of gentleness.This softness seemed to be transmitted along with the flute, and it continued until it reached a place that no one knew in the heart of that person.

In that first memory, the girl could indeed play the flute.However, it's not that she doesn't know other musical instruments, but she really likes them, that's all.She likes its crisp and leisurely tone, and prefers its lightness and softness - which is of course something added by the girl.She almost paranoidly believed that such words and sentences should belong to such an instrument.

But her skills are not outstanding, and her busy schoolwork makes her unable to spare time to practice.But no matter whether the thing played is out of tune, or it is called noise by others at the beginning, she always keeps playing it, as if just holding it, her heart can be filled with peace and joy.

And it is true.Then, she thought joyfully, this is true love. In a short life, it is such a blessing to find something that you really love.Maybe, she can be regarded as a lucky person?

Lucky?Naraku slowly raised her lips and smiled.

The feeling of satisfaction at that time still remained in the memory, but what filled his chest at this time was just a cold and empty thing.No matter how gentle the sound of the flute was, the true tenderness could no longer emerge from those black eyes.

Naraku stopped playing, and he stared at the emerald green flute in his hand. It was so thin and fragile that he could turn it into powder as long as he exerted force.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.However, Naraku still didn't move in the end, he just stared at it for a while, and then put it into his arms as usual.

The man just stood up, and then disappeared step by step in the sudden rising evil spirit.

"The final drama has already begun."

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Even though he had expected it in his heart, Naraku was not surprised to see Sesshomaru in such a mess.

The picture in my memory was far less real and cruel than everything in reality.

Broken arm, seriously injured, the slowly flowing blood stained the long silver hair and even the ground beneath him.The wound on the shoulder was particularly serious, even with Yaozu's powerful recovery ability, it couldn't stop the bleeding.

So it turned out, this is the consequence of being hit by the wind wound head-on, even a pure and powerful existence like Sesshomaru almost died under such power, if it wasn't for Tianshengya who spontaneously protected its owner.

Kneeling down beside the unconscious dog demon, Naraku picked up a handful of dark red soil and found that it had been soaked in blood for a long time.If this continues, is this powerful monster going to die of blood loss in this unknown forest?

This kind of funny conjecture almost made Naraku laugh out loud.He stared deeply at this proud purebred monster, and suddenly remembered that time was still 50 years ago, and the girl named Bell was never born at all.

It's really interesting, he thought, so who is going to move this cold monster's heart?

Originally, he just appeared here just to take a look at this rare sight, and even considered whether to make up for this powerful and proud monster when he was weak, so as to end the trouble of being chased and killed by him.

But now he has changed his mind.It's not difficult to easily kill the monster in front of him, but it may be too boring. What's more, he would like to thank him for helping to give Inuyasha the biggest stimulus - after a while, Kyokazuki will return to his hands It's here, really, after countless years have passed.

Naraku smiled quietly.When he was an ordinary human being, he understood that human beings will always become weaker than ever when they are sick, and this kind of vulnerability not only refers to the body, but also refers to the mind—— I just don't know if Sesshomaru, as the purest monster, will be the same as the tiny human in his eyes?

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Sesshomaru heard the faint sound of the flute in a coma.The sound of the flute was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and it penetrated into his mind faintly. Gradually, the sound became clear, mellow and leisurely, as if it contained infinite tenderness.

This is the first time I heard such a voice.Strange, but it can make people have incredible nostalgia.It gently breaks through the darkness and chaos in the mind, little by little, like a soft gleam of light falling down.

He opened his eyes.Calm rather than accompanied by a low, menacing growl, even though he knew there must be something around here.However, the sound of the flute soothed him and melted away all his hostility without a trace.

"Are you awake?"

A soft and pleasant voice came to mind, as usual, tinged with danger.

The familiar voice made Sesshomaru sit up suddenly.He propped up his body, threateningly revealing his bewitching red eyes.

But Naraku just smiled, he removed the bamboo flute that was on his lips, looked at him and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, if I really mean to hurt you, do you think you can still wake up like this?"

Getting up from the river not far away, Naraku flicked the water droplets on his body lightly.Sesshomaru's eyes fell on the bamboo flute in his hand, and his eyes were finally stained with a touch of surprise.He looked down at the wound on his body that had been bandaged and cleaned, and at the scene around him that was different from before he passed out, and asked coldly, "Why?"

"Ah, are you asking me why I saved you?"

Naraku smiled, ignoring Sesshomaru's slight frown when he heard the word "save".

"Actually, Your Highness, don't you think there is some misunderstanding between us?"

Naraku said lightly, still using an uncomfortable honorific - because there was no trace of respect in that tone, but a touch of sarcasm. "There is no enmity between us. What makes you so attached to me?"

He smiled wryly, "Could it be that my status as a half-demon is too filthy, making you feel unworthy of living in this world?"

Sesshomaru didn't speak, just watched Naraku's cold smile quietly, "But, are there still few filthy people in this world? Why am I the only one who can't stand in the world?"

He raised his head so that the dog demon could see the pride and determination in his eyes, "Since they can all live in this world, why can't I, who is much stronger than them?"

He half-truthfully said, "One day, I will be stronger and freer than anyone in this world."