[Inuyasha] The male protagonist is a yin sword

The sound of the rain got louder.

In the darkness, the noisy sound of rain continued, and when Yindao woke up from his drowsy sleep, the place around him was empty, as if there was still warmth left.

"... Xiaomei?"

The only answer to him was the sound of rain.

The chill of the autumn night seeped into the rain, and the damp darkness hung like a mist, and the sound of all living things seemed to disappear from the city.

Only in the silence of the echoing rain, something lurks in the depths of the night, peeping at the human beings who cannot see in the dark.

Yin Dao picked up the knife placed in the alcove, parted the imperial curtain, and walked outside.The bronze lamp under the eaves exudes a faint light, and the crumbling fire flickers like dying fireflies in the rainy night.

The dark water curtains flowed down the corridor eaves, and he walked through the empty and silent corridor alone, the thin pajamas were splashed by the wind-blown rainwater, and wetly stuck to his pale, bluish skin.

"Xiaomei?"

The sound of the wind gradually subsided, and the raindrops strung together again. There was a rust-like smell from the wet rain curtain. In the darkness where the lights in the corridor could barely reach, a vague figure gradually emerged, dragging a shadow deeper than the rain under his feet. .

The other party was seriously injured, and walked towards him slowly and step by step with difficulty, glaring blood continued to overflow from the fingers holding his chest tightly, dyeing the kimono attached to his body a miserable red.

"... Naraku appeared."

The figure leaned towards him and said in a weak and hasty voice, "Run away."

The moment the voice fell, the rain curtain was torn apart by something, and there was a sudden sound of wind. The moment before it was about to pierce the Yin Dao's vest, the raindrops suddenly shattered and scattered, as if they had touched some kind of barrier. Suddenly, a piercing sound erupted.

The other party's expression darkened, and then he jumped back strangely, and the sharp steel knife brushed past his neck, almost cutting the cold and hard skin.

The rain fell down the eyelashes, and the young city lord held the knife and asked softly, "Where is Xiaomei?"

The tentacles shattered by the evil spirit scattered on the ground, and Nailuo looked back unhurriedly: "...It's really surprising, I didn't expect that she would leave a hand on you."

Scarlet pupils appeared mockingly in the darkness.

"But her demonic aura is only enough to withstand one attack from me."

The noisy rain never stopped. The monster who was good at transforming raised his hand. The female face was splattered with blood, which looked gorgeous and cruel. His fingers moved slightly, and the fragments scattered on the ground rustled together. Put it together again to form a complete tentacle.

As if not seeing the approaching death from the corner of his eyes, Yin Dao stood in the cold rain, and said calmly: "Is this also your illusion, Naraku."

The tentacles that opened their fangs paused slightly.

Naluo narrowed her red eyes and said meaningfully: "No, I just let you see the dark side of my heart last time."

"..."

"The human heart is an extremely fragile thing. Fear, hatred, greed, sadness, all I do is let them face their own ugliness."

He snorted, and his deep and cool voice was a bit playful: "I heard that you threw your father into prison. That man lost his power, and it is no different from death."

"What did you see at that time?" Naraku sneered, "I never thought that the noble and flawless young master would have shady selfish desires."

Yin Dao's expression didn't waver.The cold rain continued to slide down the curly hair and down the pale chin. The young and weak Santo had a dull expression, and his brown pupils calmly reflected the dark rainy night.

He repeated softly again:

"Where is Xiaomei?"

The curled tentacles opened their bodies and rushed towards the prey in the trap. Nai Luo stood on the spot, like a condescending bystander, and replied in a cold tone: "I'll send you down to see her now."

There was a vibration from the ground, and the rumbling sound was crazily climbing up from the depths of the ground. The smile on Naluo's lips froze slightly, and the ground suddenly cracked at the next moment, densely packed tree roots broke through the ground, like a frenzied giant snake towards Naluo and His tentacles bite away.

Rainwater and blood splashed, and the silent night was torn apart by deafening noises. At the last moment, she supported her broken body and rushed there, just in time to see Naraku attacking Yin Knife, and her huge anger instantly crushed the wound She was in so much pain that she could barely see the scene in front of her.

... No, she really couldn't see clearly.

Due to excessive blood loss, vision is blurred, and the world is eaten by black spots, like holes burned by scorched fire.

Only Yindao's figure was clear, and the moment the other party saw her, he suddenly went blank, his face seemed to have been torn off.

The hottest fire came from her chest, without looking down, she knew how bad she was.

The heart was pierced by Naraku, and the broken meat remained in the wound. She followed the stench of the rain and looked in the direction of Naraku. The low voice of the enemy came from the noisy rain.

"It's tenacious."

She seemed to twitch her lips.

"I'm—" The sharp roots turned into thorns, "Plum blossom!"

Even if more than half of the heart is dug out, he will not die immediately.

Even if it hurts so much that it is almost impossible to stand, it will never show fatigue in front of the enemy.

She is a plum blossom demon who has lived for hundreds of years... alone for hundreds of years.

... Xiaomei.

Yin Dao's voice was soft and vague, as if lost in the night when the rain was crushed by the darkness, she had no time to be distracted, and she couldn't be distracted, he seemed to be coming towards her.

But he can't come.

Tentacles and tree roots are entangled together like snakes biting, and the residual limbs are splashed everywhere. The long corridor was affected by the battle, and when it collapsed, it made a loud cracking sound. This way is close.

"...Don't come here!" The voice that blurted out was hoarse and unpleasant, she pushed the knife away, and several tree roots suddenly drilled out of the ground beside her, and she firmly grasped Naluo's figure and threw it into the forest far away from the city.

She picked up the long knife that fell on the ground, and jumped out without looking back.

"Xiaomei!!"

The voice that disappeared behind was distorted by the fragmented darkness and rain, carrying the fear of death.

The poisonous miasma corroded the forest floor. Naraku was waiting there. She could smell the dirty smell on his body, mixed with the smell of countless monsters. She was going to drag him to hell with him tonight.

She had to do it before she died from exhaustion.

So she didn't look back, and didn't take another look at the figure she had thrown on the spot. She clenched the knife in her hand and stepped on the bent tree root with strength. The arrow of the string passed through the dark mountain forest, and cut off Naraku's arm blocking his head.

The arm fell in response, and from the broken arm, dense tentacles came out together with the gushing miasma. She had to throw away the discarded knife, and jumped back several times to avoid the most dense area of ​​miasma.

The gnarled tree roots were intertwined and woven together, instantly turning into a huge cage, covering and blocking the tendency of the miasma to spread towards the city.

The broken flesh in her chest wriggled, trying hard to form a complete heart again. She took a few breaths with difficulty. Her body, which had lost too much blood, had become a little paralyzed, but only the anger in her heart could not be calmed down, and she gave it to her heart continuously. Limbs provide the strength to keep fighting.

"You're going to die." Naraku mocked her.

As a collection of monsters, he also has incredible regenerative power. The limbs shattered by her can be repaired quickly. Although the speed is slowing down, Naraku, whose heart has not been fatally injured, obviously occupies a higher position in this death fight. Many advantages.

She spat out the blood foam that rushed to her mouth: "Then try."

A few hundred years is enough for her to cover the entire area with tree roots.

If she couldn't kill him here tonight, she wouldn't have a chance in the future.

The black spots in the field of vision were connected together, and the last bit of air was squeezed out of her lungs. She resisted the convulsions of her body and raised her hand slightly.

With the loud noise, the soil collapsed in a large area, and the calm expression on Naluo's face finally changed.

She manipulated the tree roots that were in a state of rage, and nailed the enemy to the ground with one blow. The skin on Naraku's back squirmed, the flesh and blood pulled away to the sides, and the tentacles wrapped in venom burst out. The assembled body and tentacles were torn to shreds, shredded again, torn apart and shredded again.

The female skin melts, and more human faces emerge.

Naraku has occupied the faces of many people over the years, old and young, male and female.

Before she tore off his last layer of camouflage, a huge miasma suddenly surged in. The miasma, which was so thick that it was almost liquefied, swept in all directions like a hurricane. She had to turn to resist the violent miasma and stop the poisonous gas from entering the city. rushing in the direction.

The dense tree roots were corroded by the miasma one after another. Ignoring the wailing from all over her body, she suddenly took advantage of her strength and jumped through the dark miasma like an arrow, chasing after the figure who wanted to escape.

The snake-like tree roots drilled out, biting together with the tentacles that opened their fangs.

Naluo finally put away his mocking expression, this time he put on a face of a knife, his scarlet pupils were gloomy and cold, his tattered body was comparable to hers, only his head was still intact.

She no longer knows what she looks like now.

"It's ugly."

Needless to say, she also knows that the words crazy monster and beautiful are not hooked.

Youkai can take human form, but at the end of the day, youkai are still monsters.

"Do you really want to do this for him?" Naraku whispered, "Unlike monsters, human emotions are always more short-lived and changeable."

Whether it's hate or love, the monster's obsession is always longer.

She laughed hoarsely: "Aren't you a monster too?"

Naraku is a half-demon, but he regards himself as a monster. He abandons his human heart without hesitation and chooses the path of becoming a monster.

The black mist surged, and the killing intent condensed into substance in the air.

She knew that she was going to die soon, standing precariously on the verge of running out of oil and lamps, but there was still unused power in her body, she could still fight, and continue to fight, even if she had been completely demonized, even if she had been completely Abandoning that bit of human illusion...

……

She used to be human.

Although that was already a lifetime ago.

Whether it is a human or a monster, it seems that when they are dying, they will see a revolving lantern, and see their most precious memories emerge from the depths of their memories.

The misty moonlight shines through the shadows of the flowers, and the young man who will become the lord of the city in the future stands under the tree. White snowflakes fall from the winter night, and they are all over the branches one after another.

——"Because plum blossoms are beautiful."

……

No, I'm not pretty anymore.

She felt wetness on her face.

The last bit of strength surged up, like continuous bubbles bursting towards the surface of the water.

Snapped--

one sound.

Suddenly someone hugged her from behind.

"Xiaomei."

The strength dissipated, the water foam fell back in an uproar, and she felt the rain again. Because she was concentrating on fighting, she almost forgot about the endless autumn rain.

The noise of the rain rose up, and the sounds of the world flooded into my ears.

Naluo's aura faded in the rain, and she was just dazed for a moment, and she had lost the best time to catch up with him.

The blood on her face was warm, and the rain was also warm. She subconsciously wanted to hide her current appearance, but Yin Dao hugged her so tightly, and the rain kept falling on her face, so she couldn't see his face. face, I just feel that he is about to die.

She obviously protected him so well.

"Don't sleep," he repeated in a heartbreakingly soft voice.

"Xiaomei, don't fall asleep."

The hand that touched her cheek trembled uncontrollably.

"Look at me." Yin Dao whispered.

"Look at me, okay?"

She leaned in his arms, the tight string was slowly loosened, and consciousness, like quicksand that couldn't be grasped, finally slipped into the bottomless darkness together with the rain.

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