[Inuyasha] The male protagonist is a yin sword

Although she knew what was going to happen in the future, she found that she couldn't spoil it.

Every time she wanted to speak, an invisible force would seal her lips and tongue. No matter how the warning words rolled in her head, squeezed and deformed in her chest, she couldn't make a sound.

She couldn't even say the name "Naraku".

... Naraku.

The tongue is already against the palate, but the corresponding syllables just cannot be pronounced.

...Beware of the monster named Naluo, he will take your face away, occupy your body, make your city ruins, and all your retainers will be soaked in miasma to death.

All these words cannot be said.

No matter how hard she tried, the only inexplicable sentence came out of her mouth in the end:

"I hate baboons-!!!"

The weeping plums in the courtyard shook, and the green leaves in early summer rustled down.

She lay down by the window, grinding her back teeth and added: "...especially the white baboons."

"Why a white baboon?"

More precisely, the spider, Naraku, a monster born from a bandit called Oni Spider.

But she couldn't say that.

"... Xiaomei?"

Yin Dao called her name, the name he gave her, a strange feeling surged out from the bottom of my heart, filled with fine and thick foam, and at the moment when the water broke, it shattered into crystal and beautiful crystals with a bang. splash.

Plants love water.

"Yeah." She propped her cheeks and answered without turning her head.

"You don't look very happy."

It's great that it's not a dog demon, she thought calmly, otherwise, if the tail suddenly wags, it must be embarrassing to look like it's thumping on the tatami.

Fortunately, she is a plum blossom demon.

Raising her eyelids, she casually glanced in the direction of Yin Dao.

The gentle and handsome young man was wearing a coat, and his long black hair hung loosely over his shoulders. People with weak bodies are prone to catch a cold when the seasons change, but he seems to have been used to it for a long time, looking at her with gentle and peaceful eyes, The light brown pupils are as clear as a lake in spring.

She stretched out her hand and brushed off the little monster that had climbed up Yindao's shoulder. The little monster, shriveled like a black bean, turned over angrily, and the corner of its mouth split open, revealing its sharp fangs.

The moment before her fangs touched Yin Dao's wrist, she curled up her demonic expression expressionlessly, and smashed the little monster into pieces with one blow.

The evil energy dissipated, and the shriveled little monster was reduced to ashes on the spot before it could squeak.

Yin Dao asked her: "Has it appeared again?"

"...It's okay." She lightly brushed his shoulders, as if she wanted to blow off the invisible dust.

Monsters like to eat people's anger, and a physique like Yin Dao is especially easy to attract monsters. Like a beast that smells the sweet smell of flesh and blood, it can't wait to stick to him densely.

"Thank you." Yindao slightly bent his eyes, and when he learned that he was prone to attracting monsters, his reaction was very flat, as if someone else was haunted by monsters.

"I feel much better."

……lie.Before she condensed into reality, for so many years, she had been secretly helping him drive away the monsters, picking out those monsters who were sucking him to suck his anger, and strangled them to death one by one.

After all, what she can do is limited. She can fundamentally solve the ailments caused by monsters, but she cannot help him avoid diseases caused by natural factors.

She can easily remove the terrible curse, but a little wind and cold will make her helpless.

She couldn't change Yin Dao's physique, she could only try her best to make him suffer less pain.

"Does Xiaomei want it too?" Yin Dao said peacefully.

"what?"

"I have nothing to give you."

Yin Dao lowered his eyelids slightly, his thin eyelashes covered his light-brown pupils, the sunlight poured down from the window sill, and the handsome young man was shrouded in the light and shadow of early summer, his devotion posture was like a white crane hanging down his neck.

He looked at his hand, blue blood vessels were faintly visible on the pale wrist, and the beautiful and slender fingers were more suitable for holding than holding a knife... what?

...I really want to eat it.

Viscous feelings poured out and dripped down like honey, burning her parched throat.

I really want to eat it.

She once watched him caress the blooming hypericum in the garden with a gentle expression, and she also sneaked up on the window sill to watch him patiently trim the flower branches in the bottle.

——Is the plum blossom bad?

The delicate petals rubbed against the white fingers of the young man, and the slender flower stems pressed against the palm of the young man.

——Aren’t the plum blossoms pretty?

She raised her hand to cover her throat, as if she could swallow the hot feeling.

She coughed a few times: "No."

Then reiterate: "I'm not like those monsters."

The "eat" she thinks is not the same as the "eat" understood by the other party.

"Are not you afraid?"

She noticed it when she went to the battlefield for the first time, the hand of the young man holding the knife did not tremble in the slightest, and his calm eyes did not waver at all. He watched the rain of arrows covering the sky, and when the enemy's blood spattered on his face, his expression also changed. Nothing changes.

Those light brown eyes are always gentle and compassionate.

When staring at the enemy who was cut under the knife, the expression on the young man's face was very... far away.

As if separated by distant mist, hazy, cold as transparent rain.

It was raining outside the window.

She got up and closed the window.

"You are not a Buddha, so you don't need to sacrifice yourself to feed a tiger." She turned around and looked at the young man with a plain face, "If you really want to thank me..."

Her face flushed.

"Then, drink your medicine."

Black plum is a kind of medicinal material, which has the effect of relieving cough and moistening lung.

She hadn't produced fruit for a long time, which aroused the great surprise of the maids in the city. Those people covered their lips with their sleeves and made a fuss to make a fuss. A group of people stood under her tree, curiously looking at the fruits on the branches.

The blue-yellow plums are dry and round, and you can smell a faint fragrance when pasted on them.

With her acquiescence, the doctors in the city picked the plums and used them as medicine.

"Is there something on my face?"

Yin Dao put down the bowl.

She held back: "No, nothing."

Her cheeks seemed to be burning, and she could hardly look directly at Yindao's face.

People in the Warring States Period may not know what the fruit of a tree is, but she has modern knowledge, she is different.

Seeing that Yindao drank the decoction calmly, and thanked her with a smile after drinking, she opened the window suddenly to let the cool breeze blow in, and almost wanted to plunge into the pond in the courtyard, letting her Cool down the hot heart.

"... Xiaomei?"

no!Calling her name at a time like this is illegal.

She bent over her face.

"Xiaomei?" Yin Dao's breath moved closer, "Are you okay?"

That day, she almost ran away.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She didn't know if she had blood as a plum blossom demon. The hot and fiery joy was rushing through her body, and she felt that she was about to leave the ground and float.

She lay dizzy on the tree, clutching her chest, as if this would calm down her beating heart.

The flower branches were swaying in the wind, holding the passionate joy in her heart, she saw the Yin knife distribute the medicinal plums to others.

In the summer of erratic showers, many people in the city were infected with wind and cold.

"Thank you, Xiaomei."

The cold rain seeped into the earth, into the roots of trees curled up beneath the ground.

She was sitting in the Japanese room, watching Yindao inserting the slender and beautiful flower branches into the bottle, her movements were as careful and gentle as ever.

"The medicine you gave is very useful."

"……Um."

"Everyone is very grateful to you." He smiled slightly, and his drooping eyelashes cast beautiful shadows on his porcelain-white face.

"……Um."

She casually stared at the dew falling from the flowers and leaves, thinking that after the Yuanfu ceremony, the adult young city lord could start a political marriage.

"...the black knife."

"What's the matter?"

"I like you."

The silver scissors clicked, and the root of the flower stem fell off.

"I like Xiaomei too."

Invisible juice oozes out, Yin Dao looks at her with a slight affection, and when he looks at the summer flowers blooming in the garden, he will have the same look on his face.

So gentle, so indifferent.

Summer insects chirped outside the window, and the air after the rain was filled with moist water vapor, and the noise of cicadas stretched into lines, spreading far and wide in the rippling air.

It would be better to eat him, she thought.

When did Naraku appear next to Yindao, the specific time was not given in the manga.

Three years passed in a flash, but it was longer than the hundreds of years she had experienced before.

Yindao rejected the marriage requests of several families on the grounds of physical discomfort. She should have been happy, but she was extremely calm in her heart, knowing that this was Yindao's own gentleness, and she didn't want to drag other people's Ji Jun.

His father was furious and taunted him mercilessly.

What can he do with his sick body?It's really embarrassing to be the young master of Renjiancheng.

Ren Jiancheng's Patriarch doesn't like this only son, Yin Dao's character is not like his own, indecisive, full of useless compassion.But the servants in the city loved him because of this, and sincerely hoped that the gentle young master would inherit the position of Patriarch.

The night engulfed the city, and the moonlight shone into the Japanese room.

"Tell me about what you've seen and heard over the years." Yin Dao said to her.

So she talked about the petals she had scattered, how those petals attached to various creatures, turned into swimming fish, into birds, into the wind that dyed the mountains red in autumn, and into snowflakes in winter, Covering the streets of the capital and the villages at the foot of the mountain.

"That's great." Yin Dao said softly, "I also want to become a flower."

But she doesn't want to be a flower, she wants to be a human.

"...It's very troublesome to become a flower." She laughed. "You have to suffer from the wind and sun, and you have to be bitten by insects and ants. From time to time, birds and beasts in the mountains will come to steal the fruits you have finally produced."

Yin Dao seemed to realize something.

"Feel sorry."

He looked apologetic.

"I should have asked you first."

The apex of my heart was bitten suddenly, and the sour pain was fleeting.

She didn't even frown, and waved her hand nonchalantly: "It's okay, it was for you."

She is an adult demon, and the other party should put away her extra thoughts if she has no intention of doing so.

She's mature, she's calm.

Even if she sees a white baboon... no, she sees a monster in white baboon skin, she will definitely feel at peace...

——"This is Naraku."

A new military adviser came to the city, because he eliminated the rebellious retainers inside, he was highly appreciated by the owner of Renjian City.

"He will serve you in the future." The city lord said to Yin Dao.

She stared at the figure kneeling under the royal palace, the other person buried his head very low, the baboon mask cast a shadow on his pale face, and his feminine voice was smooth and unwavering.

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Yindao..."

The voice couldn't finish the sentence.

Because she rushed over with a groan, and unilaterally scuffled with the opponent.

The author has something to say:

To be honest, Jiahong's voice is also very nice, and Naraku's early femininity is really great.

感谢在2021-04-1210:38:48~2021-04-1310:11:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of fairies in the world;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!