Don't come here, I'm not a random person!

The endless night covers the whole world silently, and the goddess of the bright moon over this quiet sea dims the stars.

The man who lived in the sky opened his eyes silently, exhaled lightly, and the picture suddenly expanded to the extreme. It seemed that the strange scene with only the sky but no earth spread rapidly around him.

Ma Cang sat on Huo Ling's palm expressionlessly, and glanced to the side with cold eyes.

"The princess who lives underground in the National Assembly Hall invaded my dream without authorization, because Tianlong will protect you?"

Following his voice, Meng Ding Ji, who was forced to appear forcibly, raised her head, her beautiful eyes reflecting the great onmyoji who has become the center of the world.

"What a frightening sight, King Macang Ye." Meng Meng Ding Ji said with a trembling voice: "Your spiritual world is so huge."

The dream is the embodiment of a person's spirit and even the soul. The dreamer is the only rule here, but having said that, similar dreams are shuttling between dreams and divination for the future. They know how to enter the dream and communicate with the owner of the dream. See, when necessary, you can also counter the owner of the dream, but Ding Ji is already the best dreamer in this world, but facing the dream of King Ma Cang Ye is still very difficult.

Especially in this endless and deep darkness, the only light is the unique bright moon, which is the figure of King Ma Cangye in his dream. For him, other things besides himself are like the dim stars and the Milky Way.

How cold and desolate.

Ding Ji suddenly had inexplicable courage, "I will not hand over that child to you," her firm eyes expressed her determination, "Your own destruction does not need to bring about the despair of others!"

Ma Canghao only gave her a look until she appeared, but when he heard her words, his unchanged expression showed a slight smile that was not a smile.

"Traveling into my dream without authorization, and letting go of your wild words, dreaming of Ding Ji, is this your upbringing?"

"You!" Ding Ji choked, and her long sleeves that looked like fan feathers on both sides hid her fluctuating expression, and said sullenly, "Ma Cang Ye Wang."

Ma Cang looked at this world indifferently. To be honest, he hadn’t been here for a long time. It would be nice if the reality could be so comfortable. Thinking of this, he put away his smile. Of course, this change can’t be hidden from the dream that has been watching him all the time. Ding Ji.

"Don't worry, for the dream of this era, I am only serving as a guide in her fate, and it will not affect the ending or the result in the slightest."

Dreaming of Ding Ji: "Ma Cang Ye Wang, can I believe what you say?"

The pure white long hair hangs over the same snow-white kimono, and the red rope and bright patterns outline a strange sense of sacredness. Princess Ding Ji, who guides the destiny of the whole country, is a real god in the hearts of some people, but she is in Asakura leaves. Wang Pressure is just another fool who dedicated his life to a ridiculous duty.

"Naturally..." Ma Cang said perfunctorily, too lazy to chat again: "Or do you want to do something to prove the authenticity of these words?" He joked sarcastically, "Princess of a decadent country, the identity of the dream has never brought you With special power, all you have is day-to-day dreams and a dark prison, even if you have a high status, what can you do?"

"..." Princess Ding Ji couldn't refute. She was originally a divine bird imprisoned in a cage. Even if the cage door was opened, she couldn't fly out, but... biting her lower lip, she said firmly: "Even a bird in a cage wants to protect her. of!"

Ma Canghao became a little bit interested, and seeing the evil in people's hearts, he looked at her with a cold and detached gaze.

"Oh? So what kind of deal are you going to make with me?"

"As you said, I have nothing but dreams and prisons." Princess Ding Ji closed her eyes and recalled the past, including this accidental life, she said sadly: "But I still have a destiny."

The temperature in Ma Canghao's eyes completely cooled down.

Princess Ding Ji unconsciously said: "King Ma Cang Ye, I can tell you, because the bird in the cage, the mouthpiece of fate, the only thing that can do is to tell, your wish will come true, but the price you have to pay for it ..."

Ma Canghao interrupted: "This is enough."

Princess Ding Ji's lips trembled, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Are you the same?"

Ma Cang looked at her coldly: "I don't know what you saw, but if you say it, the bird in the cage will die suddenly."

Ding Ji didn't seem to feel the threat in this sentence at all, instead she covered her face and wept softly, the hostility towards Ma Canghao all along disappeared like this.

"So that's it, you too... Are you also one of the people who was being teased?"

"Put away your pity," Ma Cang stood up unhappily. Affected by his master's mood, the dream world suddenly blew a gust of wind and blew his cloak, his long hair fluttered in the moonlight. Xiama Canghao's proud eyes and pupils indifferently tell the prosperity and elegance of Ping'an capital, which is the elegance and grace that withered overnight.

"I'm a great onmyoji. I just dreamed that I used my own mood to speculate on me. How arrogant and ignorant. It's just fate. Just because you can't deal with it, do you think others are helpless?"

The corners of his mouth were raised coldly, and his sneer ran through Ding Ji's whole body. It belonged to Ma Cang Ye Wang's power to play with life and death. It was not something that the innocent girl who had lived in seclusion for decades and was too rare to see people could resist.

"Oh," when Ding Ji was sweating and trembling because of this, Ma Canghao's contemptuous sarcasm echoed in his ears: "The so-called world is full of boring fellows like you."

Ding Ji's eyes widened suddenly: "What do you mean? What do you mean?"

Ma Cang seemed to be tired and turned her back, only a shadow rendered dark by the bright moon came into her eyes.

"This is my kindness. Dreaming of Ding Ji is the last chance I will give you. The next time you trespass into my dream, your body will lose its vitality in the underground of the National Assembly Hall."

"At that time, those stupid humans who rely on you will be desperate to seek death, ha."

Accompanied by the cold ridicule, Ding Ji woke up from the dream profusely in sweat. The movement of her waking up was not small, but she waved away the person she wanted to ask, and even the Tianlong who was stationed here left in her silent refusal, and finally Ding Ji, who got the space, gently ran her long hair down her shoulders, her eyes were melancholy and sad.

"If..." If I have the power to change fate...

The petite princess groaned.

At this time, Ma Canghao, who was disturbed from taking a nap, opened his eyes. The bright moon hung high behind him, and floating clouds floated gently in the endless high sky. The night was as graceful as tulle.

It seems that there is no difference between the scene and the dream, but this is reality. Under the night, there are lands, houses, and unextinguished lights and people.

If Ma Canghao had cast his eyes down at this time, he would have seen the appearance of human souls after thousands of years of prosperity, but he did not. His eyes always settled in the sky, settled in the stars and moons transformed by the dead.

"What is there to see in such a cold sky?"

The long-lost voice of Fuishi came into his mind through the shikigami he left behind. Asakura Hao's expression froze slightly, and he replied through this connection in surprise: "Is it possible to use the 'Contemplation' spell?"

"Of course."

Fuishi's voice was a bit vague, and Asakura also used the same type of spell, and clearly and clearly saw Fuishi who was eating buns.

Fuishi noticed his movement and made a yes gesture generously.

Ma Cang rolled his eyes: "Are you very idle?"

Blowing Stone quickly swallowed the minced meat in his mouth, making big forks with his hands.

"NO! It should be said that I just finished my work."

Ma Canghao: "Oh?" He lengthened his voice and looked at her with a half-smile, "Then tell me what you've been up to."

Fuishi: "The task you entrusted to me, um, is the one with natural teeth, who knows what to do?"

Ma Canghao: "Huh?"

Fukiishi: "I heard that there are many competing forces. There is a certain land god and his envoy, as well as the Nuliang group... Speaking of which, you didn't tell me that Lu Sheng is a monster, okay! I was at a loss! At that time I thought it was the same name or something, but when I think about it, there are so many Japanese people with the surname Nura, there is always the possibility of repeating it. It’s impossible to be such a coincidence, but it’s just such a coincidence! It’s embarrassing to think about it, but I can almost understand why I don’t want to go to his house. It's like being possessed by a mildew god..."

Scratching the back of her head with a headache, she closed one eye and wrinkled her nose, "If you really want to go by yourself, I believe that with your reputation in the inner world, all forces will surely retreat without a fight."

"Yeah, it's a good idea," Asakang Hao said with a smile, "But I don't want to do it, it's very troublesome, so Fuishi, please bring it for me."

"Are you acting like a baby?!" Fukiishi squeezed the steamed stuffed bun excitedly, and quickly changed into a pained expression, took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and picked up another bean paste bun bought at a convenience store. After breaking it, it was steaming hot Furiously, "It's not that I won't help you, it's that this matter is obviously too troublesome, and before that, I'm going to Higurashi Shrine."

Ma Cang laughed and said, "Finally found out?"

"I haven't asked you for an explanation yet!" Fuishi knew that his appearance at this time must be seen by the other party, so he raised his hand and gestured to chop off your shape, "You, how many things did you hide from me?"

Ma Canghao: "I think people should be self-reliant and self-reliant, don't think about what others will tell you, right, Fuishi?"

Fukiishi: "Don't use righteousness in this kind of place! And you are obviously trying to evade it? Are you perfunctory? Woo! How angry!"

Ma Canghao seemed to add fuel to the fire on purpose, "If you are angry, just smile."

Fukiishi: "……………!!!!!!"

Asakura closed half of his eyes, "Hey, Fukiishi. Don't let me down."

Chu Shihuo's expression suddenly paused, he sighed, rubbed his shoulders, and his expression was serious.

"Of course."

Ma Canghao was in a good mood immediately, and he felt much better after being messed up by Ding Ji, so he didn't mind giving his "disciple" some small benefits.

Finger flicked and poked in the void, and the formation that appeared in rotation exuded the light of spiritual power. After poking, the spiritual power naturally turned into ice blue debris. After the shikigami that Fushishi used as the medium suddenly stopped, a specific The appearance of hands and feet, which could only be a producer's appearance, is also much richer.

After witnessing this change, Fuishi picked it up and watched it spin around as if drunk, with crows flying above its head.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Slightly changed its basic technique."

Although Makura's good voice still came out, for some reason it felt more three-dimensional this time.

Fuishi was taken aback for a moment, and his breathing stopped suddenly.

"How is Ma Cang?"

The villain in his hand completed the transformation, and the final product was a shrunken version of Asakura, pointing at Fuishi with his chubby little finger.

"Put away that stupid expression, this is just an illusion of changing shape, I am still talking to you with the mirror of "observation style" here."

Fukiishi: "...Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh but why are you doing this!"

In the palm of his hand, he maintained the same cross-legged posture as Ma Canghao, but no matter how you look at it, the cute thumb-sized person was so cute that it was a foul.

But when he thought that Ma Cang was so cute, Fuishi suddenly became ill!

Asakura squinted his eyes, and it was easy to guess from Fuishi's expression that her mental activities didn't even require spiritual vision, but he said in the same tone: "This time the shikigami is not like last time, only the phone call and The ability to synchronize a part of the screen, this basic spell can bear my full attack, and can be used by me when necessary."

"Oh, so high-end."

Blowing Stone was holding this little guy in his arms, but he couldn't see that he had such great power at all.

Ma Canghao: "It usually hides in your hair... Speaking of which, when did you grow your hair long?"

"Don't insist on letting me grow long hair just because of your own interests!" Fuishi complained helplessly: "Really...be more serious!"

Asakura: "Okay then, did you go to Higurashi Shrine for the Well of Bone Eaters?"

Fuishi said solemnly: "Well, because there are things that need to be confirmed, I need to go back to 500 years ago. Oh, by the way, is Tianshengya a sword without an owner now? Or should it be treated as a relic of an old friend?"

Ma Canghao said indifferently: "Why don't you ask the original owner of the natural teeth yourself."

Blowing stone and knocking on hand: "Good idea!"

Ma Canghao: "..."

The author has something to say:

How can I think well before writing, but can't help but go astray after writing? ? ?But cute enough!

The next chapter should be going to Higurashi Shrine, it's time to jump into the well!

One plate, two plates, three plates, four plates, five plates... Alas, why is one plate missing.