I died after raising them

"Are you ready?" Tianyuan looked away from the distance, and smiled to? Asahina Yayoi said? "This world is different from other worlds you have been to. If you want to change your destiny, you must ?You must pay the price."

"The lord god and the laws of the world have never done business at a loss. This is why for so many years, almost no players know the reason why someone has left the space of the lord god."

"The gods are fair."

The man sighed as if he had just passed by, and looked straight into Yayoi's eyes with penetrating eyes, as if he was talking to that unknown existence through the azure blue.

Yayoi slowly relaxed her frowning brows, as if she understood something: "Thank you."

She firmly remembered the man's vague reminder in her heart.

Yayoi turned and left the Xingxing Palace.

Before walking out of this hall, the blond-haired, blue-eyed girl? Turned her head, frowned and said: "If there is a chance to see you again, I will definitely let you taste the fine wine I treasure."

Tian Yuan raised his eyebrows and said gently, "I'll be waiting for you."

Yayoi left without looking back.

Tit for tat, life for life.

Yayoi didn't intend to prevent Gojo Satoru from killing Fuheshier.

Some things cannot be changed. For example, although she can prevent Fuheshier from killing Gojo Satoru, but without this battle, Gojo Satoru's reversal spell would be difficult to find the right time to awaken. .

[Lord God. ] Even though his body is still weak, Yayoi can still rely on his strength to rush on the road quickly: [How many points are needed to create a body with the aptitude of heaven and curse? ]

[Not much? It’s a little more expensive than your Asakura Kiyoto. ] The Lord God replied: [The points you have now are barely enough to pay. ]

Yayoi was not surprised.

The physique of Heaven and? Curse, especially the strength achieved by Fuheshier in exchange for ?0 spell power, may be stronger than most of the bloodlines that need to be exchanged in the main god space.

The bloodline used for oneself is so expensive, not to mention the artificial man who captures the soul and recreates the body.

[Exchange it. ]

Yayoi pursed her lips and said: [There is no need to use my blood as the core like Qinghe. ]

The core of the cyborg can also be said to be a contract with the subject, and the subject can rely on the core to order the cyborg.

If Yayoi is not willing to use her own blood as the core, it is tantamount to spending points in vain to make wedding dresses for other people.

[Then whose use? ]

[Use Hui's. ]

The Lord God paused, and Yayoi heard the inexplicable reluctance in his voice: [...Are you sure? ]

[Sure. ]

[……good. ]

[But there is one thing to remind you] The Lord God reminded: [Ordinary artificial humans are born with brand new souls at the moment they are manufactured, but? If you want to extract the soul of Fuheshier and put it into the body of an artificial human, it may be Unexpected things will happen. ]

[For example? ]

[Coma, amnesia... are all possible, but all of them are not life-threatening.] ]

Then? Nothing to say? It couldn't be worse than Fuhesher's current situation.

The huge spire of the Panxing Cult could already be seen from a distance, but Yayoi suddenly noticed that the sky was gradually darkening.

The next moment, a huge thunder shadow flashed across the sky, accompanied by a deafening bang, and fell together with the pouring rain.

Seeing God? Yayoi didn't have the idea of ​​stopping to hide from the rain, and silently propped up a protective cover for her.

Yayoi's footsteps stopped in front of the rain that was stained blood red.

Lying on the ground only a few meters away in front of him was a man with his eyes closed tightly. His left half was bloody and bloody, and he lost his entire left arm, most of his chest and his abdominal cavity.

Blood surged out from the wound, staining the entire ground beneath him red.

But even with such serious injuries, Yayoi could still see the man's chest rising and falling weakly.

Yayoi squatted beside the man, tapped her finger between the man's brows lightly, and said with a low smile: "I can only say? Is it worthy of the heaven and? Curse? Even? Even the vitality is so tenacious."

The dry fingertips, which were different from the wetness of the rain, allowed Fu Heisher to open his eyes with a little energy from the endless pain.

In the dark and gloomy sky, the bright gold and azure blue in front of me are so eye-catching.

In a trance, the man dug out the source of these two colors from the deepest part of his memory.

It was the brightest color in childhood memory, even if it only accompanied him through the cold winter and warm spring, even if it was buried in the bottom of my heart in those luxurious lives later, it still has not been forgotten.

"It's you." Fu Heisher blinked slowly, and said calmly, "Did you come here for your six-eyed boy?"

Although I have not paid special attention to the Gotiao family over the years, news about the Gotiao family and Six Eyes will always come to my ears.

So Fu Heisher naturally knew the importance of the six eyes to Yayoi Asahina.

It is ridiculous to talk about family affection in the Gosan family, but there are two outliers in the Gosan family, Naya Asahina and Gojo Satoru.

Each other's weakness, each other's reverse scale.

Be the sharpest sword in each other's hands.

Yayoi shook her head and slowed down her voice: "No, not for enlightenment."

Yayoi concentrates on manipulating the power extending from the main god, wrapping Fuheshier's soul bit by bit.With the help of the main god, the mental power that had not been used for a long time was also woven into a net to cover it, and a needle-like pain came from his mind, but Yayoi's expression did not fluctuate at all.

Fu Heisher, whose consciousness was already blurred, could not detect this change under the pain.

He looked at the calm and gentle Yayoi, and suddenly said regretfully, "I should have sold my son to you if I knew it."

"However, if I hand it over to that six-eyed kid, it doesn't seem to be different from handing it over to you."

Having made all the preparations, Yayoi raised her finger and flicked the man's head vigorously: "Let me spend money to raise your son, you have a good idea."

"But I'm poor." Fu Heisher held on to the last sliver of clarity, and said with a smile, "Then I'll use my dead body to pay off your debt? The price I was offered on the black market is not low. One child is certainly enough."

Yayoi didn't answer.

Fuheshier, who had lost too much blood, had a blank and pale vision, but even if he couldn't see it, he could still feel dry and warm hands covering his eyes.

Yayoi knelt on the ground, and gently placed the man's head on her lap: "Go to sleep."

"When you wake up, just? Go and apologize to Xiaohui."

Fuheshier snorted silently.

How could he ever wake up?

Under the palm, the man's eyelashes stopped trembling.

The sleeping soul was pulled out by the main god along the spiritual channel built, and then put into the artificial human body of Yayoi Space Kai by the main god.

When Yayoi didn't notice, the main god drew out a trace of blood from her body, and fused with the blood belonging to Fuguro Hui.

Suddenly, Yayoi looked up.

In front of the gate of the Panxing Cult, there stood a blood-stained white-haired six-eyed man.

The expressionless Six Eyes slowly walked to Yayoi's side, grabbed the hair of Fu Heisher's corpse fiercely, and threw it into the dirty rainwater.

Yayoi silently watched the boy's movements, but did not stop him.

"Vohesher almost killed me."

The boy lifted the white hair on his forehead, exposing his forehead.

In the middle of the brow, there is a circular scar the size of a fingertip.

The spell pierced through his brain, but under the repair of the reversal technique, only such a scar was left.

The boy bent down and stared closely at Yayoi's eyes.

Gojo Satoru, who was drenched by the rain, hugged Yayoi tightly in his arms.

"He wanted to provoke me, telling me that he was taught by you, even the spell that killed me was given by you."

The cold skin of the boy's cheeks was attached to Yayoi's neck, and the rain and blood wet Yayoi's clothes, but Yayoi seemed not to notice, and raised his hand to wrap around the boy's waist.

"But I'm not a fool." Yayoi couldn't see Gojo Satoru's expression, but he could hear the subtle joy in his seemingly calm voice: "He's been with you for only half a year, but ? We spent a full ten years together."

Ten years of spring, summer, autumn and winter are 650 days of day? day and night.

Get along day and night, see you every year?

"so?……"

The boy looked at Yayoi with a little distance, and said with paranoid eyes, "You belong to me, right?"

Gojo Satoru feels that Asahina Yayoi should be Asahina Yayoi who belongs to Gojo Satoru alone.

Rightfully so.

There was a watery color spreading from the bottom of those bright six eyes, but he insisted on refusing to close them, waiting for the answer he wanted to hear.

Yayoi lowered her eyes and sighed lightly.

"No one really belongs to anyone." Yayoi bent down and wiped away the water marks from the corners of the boy's eyes: "But I can? Promise, in this world, Yayoi Asahina belongs only to Gojo Satoru."

"From beginning to end, as always."

Fuhesher opened his eyes in the light.

He blinked hard to adjust to the overly bright light, only to find himself sitting in the courtyard of an old Japanese room.

I should be dead.

He reached out to touch the steaming teacup on the tea table in front of him, but his fingers pierced through.

So? What's going on here?

As if answering the man's question, a hand penetrated his arm and picked up the teacup.

Fu Heisher frowned, stood up and stepped aside.

Only then did he realize that there were already people sitting on both sides of the teahouse where he was sitting just now.

One of them was a very familiar person.

"Every time those nobles held a banquet, they would come to me to avoid trouble." The girl in plain kimono held a teacup and said helplessly: "Next time I will set a limit on the barrier, Seimei Abe is not allowed in."

Seimei Abe...?

It can be said that few people in Japan have never heard of this name.

Connecting to the gods above and connecting to the underworld, you can become a great onmyoji who can control all ghosts.

Fu Heisher looked serious, and carefully looked at the man opposite the girl.

The man was dressed in hunting clothes, holding a folding fan, and his half-waist-length silver hair was casually scattered behind him.

A pair of fox eyes slightly raised, and the thin red corners of the eyes made this face even more meandering.

This is as beautiful as the legend? It makes people sigh at a glance. It is worthy of being the son of the white fox.

"My dear Yayoi-sama." The great onmyoji known as Abe Seimei unfolded a folding fan to cover his face, only revealing his bewitching eyes: "As a god, you must tolerate the petty willfulness of believers."

The girl with blond hair and blue eyes? She glanced at the man and asked, "Why didn't I know I had a believer like you?"

Abe Seimei smiled and said nothing.

Fu Heisher's fingers trembled slightly, as if he understood where he was.

If he guessed correctly, this should be a memory.

——Memories belonging to Nayayoi Asahina.

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