Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

The concept of time is stripped from consciousness, and the scene in the iris seems to be infinitely elongated and slowed down, cut into frames of pictures.

There is no scream,? There is no scarlet blood, the fly ash that collapsed and weathered from the fingertips gradually dissipated, like a dance of fireflies, rolling the light dust floating in the sunset, there was a strange feeling suddenly beauty.

When the fire of life burns out, the last second of brilliance blooms.So eye-catching, so beautiful.

"Ayin-"

Whose heart missed a beat,? The warm sunlight can't melt the ice in the blood,? The piercing chill flowed backward along the bone marrow, freezing him from the inside out.

When Chanyuan Hui came back to his senses, he found himself hugging the white-haired girl who had lost consciousness. A Yin was lying in his arms, his skin was still breaking into dust, the ghost king had passed away, and the sun would be equal reap the lives of all evil spirits.

"Ayin, Ayin..." The black-haired young man's call could not be conveyed to the inner sea of ​​Ayin's consciousness. The lips of the temple turned white. However, the speed at which Ayin's body collapsed suddenly accelerated, and a large amount of dust scattered away in an instant.

Chanyuanhui dared not move anymore.

In the depths of his eyes, for the first time, a sense of bewilderment appeared.

Will Ah Yin die?

As a conjurer, he has long been accustomed to the separation of life and death. He thought he was numb to the passing of life, and it would be difficult to mourn for a life again,? Reluctant or even... emotional.

But the hand he held A Yin was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, so cold that he almost lost consciousness and trembled instinctively.

Why do you feel pain?

Who else was screaming silently, a bloody hole was gouged out in the heart, and the howling cold wind was poured into it.

Chanyuan Hui had never seen her heart clearly before, and the voice in her heart was telling——

stay.

Don't die, don't leave, don't leave me alone...

He was reluctant.

Zenyuan Huikong clenched his right hand unconsciously, his fingernails embedded in the palm of his hand, so hard that blood oozes out, but his hand holding Ayin is extremely gentle, just like treating a delicate and delicate porcelain doll with care. , not even daring to increase his strength.

He was about to lose something, and when he realized this, his usually rigorous and keen brain suddenly stopped working, and all the information, tones, and colors went away from him, leaving him blank, and he didn't want to think about the next step, even the answer. ready to come out...

He will lose Ayin.

The ghost king is dead, how can the evil spirits who have accepted his blood survive?

In other words.He and Wujo... killed A Yin.

The disintegration of the ghost girl's body is still going on, and the Zen Yuan's eyes are almost slackened, and the focus has nowhere to fall. The huge panic choked his throat, which made him, who has always been reserved and elegant, lose his composure for the first time, but he couldn't care less So many.

"Ayin..."

He lowered his head, tightly clasped A Yin's feeble fingers, and pressed them against her forehead, the sadness in his eyes seemed to condense into drops of water, and he heard his own voice saying, "A Yin, tell me, how can you stay?"

"Has the curse been lifted? Do you want to seal it, or do you need to change your body..." He was almost incoherent, "It doesn't matter, as long as you can survive, I can do anything..."

The pain gradually expanded from a small point, and the unconscious ghost girl couldn't respond to his words.

At this time, Chanyuan Hui felt that there was another breath approaching behind him.

Without even thinking about it, he raised his hand and threw a magic spell, the condensed spell power hit the edge of the blade heavily, clanging metal impact buzzed, and the blade sparked sporadic sparks, the dark blue-haired Night Fighter's brows Frowning, he wanted to step forward, but was blocked by someone.

At this moment, Chanyuanhui's aura was dangerous and full of aggression. Even if Wutiao was approaching, he still formed a magic seal. The spell was dissolved, and Wu Tiao's voice sounded just before Zen Yuan Hui's hand gesture changed.

"My lord, Zenyuan, calm down."

Holding the shoulder of the black-haired young man, Wujo met his gaze, and said in a low voice, "I know you are suffering, but now is not the time to delay. Ayin is not dead yet, and there is no way to save her."

The dark-haired young man looked back with too many intense emotions hidden in his eyes, like burning flames, and also like mysterious ice buried in the polar regions. When a man who is usually indifferent starts to be emotional, it will be hundreds or thousands of times His emotional backlash can even break the strings of reason by an inch.

"any solution?"

He stared at the white-haired young man, and asked stubbornly, "How can I save her?"

Wutiao suddenly felt dry in his throat, he closed his eyes, forced himself to suppress his not so calm emotions, and then said: "If you are willing to believe me...take Ayin away, this place is not safe."

"Anyway, please believe me, I will never let Ah Yin die."

If Ayin dies here, wouldn't he and Your Excellency Zenyuan be like a joke?What's the difference between a murderer and a murderer?

Wujo no longer retained his strength. He used "Cang" to collapse the space on a large scale, dragged his two companions, and teleported from the battlefield of Infinite City to a secluded forest. When they suddenly appeared, they shocked the whole group. Birds, leaves rustling.

The white-haired ghost girl closed her eyes tightly and was carefully placed flat on the grass by the Buddhist temple. Her original fair skin became paler and more transparent, and it seemed that she would disappear completely at any time. Even the bones could not be left behind, and she left this world.

Zen Yuanhui didn't take his eyes off, knelt down on one knee, and bent his head to check A Yin's face. His fingers pushed aside the bangs on A Yin's forehead, and saw that the seal he had cast had broken.

This is the most poisonous aspect of Ghost Blood.No seal can be removed.

They die together, the ghost king disappears, and they will also be buried with them.

This is the truth of the "way of heaven" in this world, the law of the universe, and the destiny that A Yin is destined to endure.

If you want to force her to stay in the human world, it is tantamount to resisting the destiny and going against the sky.

There was a slight mocking smile on the corners of the five lips, but the eyes staring at the girl softened a bit.

Go against the sky, go against the sky, it doesn't matter.

This is the cause and effect they have to bear. In any case, it has nothing to do with Ayin.

She was supposed to survive.

"Your Excellency of the Chanyuan, listen to me."

In the quiet depths of the woods, Wu Tiao's voice was mixed with the sound of the wind blowing leaves and the chirping of birds. He slowly explained the mysterious principles of the spell, revealing the cloak of the spell in an orderly manner.

"Your Excellency Zenyuan can open up a 'No.11 Seat' other than 'Ten Kage', as a replacement for Shikigami." Gojo calmly said a shocking thought, "Then sign a Shikigami contract with Ayin, her body will be able to stay.”

A Yin's horoscope is "going to die", so as long as she is reborn, wouldn't it be all right to transform her existence from an evil ghost into a shikigami with spells?

However, the monastery found a loophole in this method in an instant, and his cold eyes pierced the white-haired young man like needles: "Then, sign a contract with A Yin, and harvest an empty shell without a soul?"

The "Ten Shadows", the ancestral technique of the Chanyuan family, traces back to its origin, and it is the ten shikigami seats opened up by the first "Zenyuan" in the Heianjing period thousands of years ago.

It is said that the ancestor of the Buddhist monastery traveled in the Dajiang Mountains for more than ten years, raised demons with himself, nourished the demon souls, let ten monsters eat his flesh and blood, and finally he engraved branding marks, one by one. Exorcise.The moment his spell was completed, these ten monsters became the ten shadows of the future.

The souls of the ten demons have long since vanished into thin air, and what remains so far is only their bodies, which is why they can be loyal and loyal. Driven by the blood of thousands of generations of Buddhist monasteries, they have gradually grown into one of the most powerful spells in the magic world.

Chanyuan Hui is the most powerful ten-shadow artist in the Zenyuan family for 500 years. If it were him, it would not be difficult to open up an additional shikigami seat.

However, the problem is that the ten shadows technique can only leave the body.

The Zen Academy, on the other hand, has no interest in deceiving oneself and others.

He loves her, and naturally loves her soul the most. If her soul has left the world, what's the use of leaving an empty shell.

It would be too ridiculous for him like that.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Zenyuan just needs to keep her body." Like an illusion, Wutiao's voice was so gentle that it could drip water, "Leave the matter of the soul to me."

"Do you want...?" Zen Yuan suddenly raised his head and looked at the white-haired young man in surprise, this man with a calm and gentle expression, but the madness in his bones was by no means less than his.

If it is appalling to say that he trapped A Yin's body with the seat of Shikigami, then the following five words are even more unheard of and a fantasy!If people from the Yusan family found out, it would probably cause a thousand waves with one stone.

The five lowered eyes, the six blue eyes reflected the white-haired girl who was as vigorous as silk, and his hand covered the girl's eyebrows, and the ripples of mantra flowed and formed at his fingertips.

By deed of name—

"Wujo Wu" and "A Yin" entered into a soul bondage.

In my name, bind your soul.

"I'm sorry to keep you in this way." The white-haired youth sighed, and drew the last stroke softly and firmly, "But... can Ayin understand?"

Neither I nor Your Excellency Zenyuan can accept your death.

He broke the "two-way" routine of bondage, and unilaterally forged a soul contract. The chains transformed by mana entangled them layer by layer, even five locks that he could not break.

The essence of bondage is exchange.

Then, as a price for forcing a soul that is about to disappear——

Since then, he and A Yin have lived and died together.

This is the five settled, most unbreakable "locks".

.........

After the bondage was established, they all saw that the speed at which Ayin's body collapsed was significantly reduced.

The most vulnerable part of a person is the soul, and the body is like an armor to protect the soul from walking in the world, protecting the soul from being polluted by the filth and filth of the world, and it is also a "passport" to live in the world.

Huiyuan closed his eyes, and he cast a spell, and the black shadow spread instantly, opening up a dark space without light in the bright and clear sky. In order to ensure the safety of A Yin, he expanded the field again without any hesitation.

This time, there were only three of them in the field.

Even for Gojo, it was the first time that he saw the inside of Zenyuan Hui's domain so clearly and quietly.

With their position as the center, they surround them silently, with no color visible, only a faint black shadow in outline, standing on the periphery of the circle like a faithful and silent patron saint.

Gojo can recognize most of the silhouettes of the shadows.

Tutu, Nue, Manxiang, Jade Dog, Big Snake, and Toad...

Wait, what is that?

Gojo's line of sight suddenly froze, fixed on a huge black shadow on the outermost side of the shikigami circle.

The black shadow covered the true face of the shikigami. Even with the six eyes, in the area of ​​the Buddhist monastery, only the general appearance of the black shadow could be seen clearly.

It has a strong physique, a humanoid body, strange wings, a heterogeneous ring on the head, a sword protruding from the back of the hand, and a snake tail winding behind the head.

It just stands here silently, as thick as a mountain, with a breath like a volcano, and thousands of miles of magma is contained in the body and flowing.

With just a glance, Gojo can be sure that this shikigami is the most powerful among the ten shadow shikigami. If he is summoned without reservation and supplemented by Zenyuan Hui's spell, even he is not sure that he can defeat it .

This should be Chanyuan Hui's trump card.But why have I never seen him use it?

Soon, the fluctuating mantra behind him made Wujo clear his other distracting thoughts. He turned his head and saw a low voice chanting from the mouth of the monastery, shadows rippled in the field, and the shadows of the ten shikigami retreated a hundred feet suddenly, forming an encircling circle once again. Expand, and then the shadows of Tuo Tuo and Orochi moved aside to the side, leaving an extra seat.

The complicated and lengthy chanting came to an end, and the spell power filling the domain returned to calm.

The most important part of subduing shikigami is giving names.

Zenyuan Hui Buwu looked at the white-haired girl in his arms lovingly. He couldn't ignore the growing desire for protection in his heart, like a lush and towering tree, he just wanted to protect the precious girl tightly and firmly under the canopy, for fear that the sun would overwhelm her. She burns.

With mixed emotions, Zen Yuanhui slowly read the last chant.

"—Give me a name here, establish a contract with me, and be my eleven-style god, [sound]."

The moment the ending sound fell, the monastery could clearly feel that the spell power of the link between him and A Yin, as well as her emotions, anger, sorrow, joy, delusion, pain, were all transmitted to him through the bridge of this link, like flowing water.

With the domain withdrawn, as Ayin's physical condition stabilized, Chanyuanhui's mood gradually calmed down.

After returning to his senses and cooling down his anxiety, he watched A Yin, who was sleeping peacefully after walking through the gate of hell, and couldn't help relaxing his tense body, and the line of his straight lips lifted slightly, showing a warm smile. radian.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction filled his heart, Chanyuanhui adjusted his posture calmly, hugged A Yin tighter, and made her lie down more comfortably.

He sighed in his heart.

The shikigami contract, since the Heian-kyo period thousands of years ago, has become one of the strongest and tightest contracts today with the loss of many spells.

This means that Ayin who has become his shikigami, whenever he is hurt, uncomfortable, or has ups and downs of emotion...he will feel it immediately.

A wonderful sense of satisfaction rose in his heart, as if his deep desire had been filled, and he calmed down temporarily.

In this way, Ah Yin will not die somewhere he doesn't know.He can also take better care of her.

Great.

.........

The next day, sunny.

The first thing A Yin saw was himself in the vertical glass mirror opposite the bed.

The flower hairpin was taken off and placed quietly on the bedside table, and her coiled white hair was also scattered, probably to make her lie down more comfortably. The girl's hairstyle is slightly messy.

But Ah Yin didn't care about these things, her eyes were glued to her face without a trace of blood in the mirror.

In her eyes, the number that symbolizes the winding ghost has disappeared, and the red pupils are clear without any shadows, which are no different from the eyes of ordinary humans.

Ghost Dance Tsuji Mucan is really dead.

And she is still alive?

Ayin belatedly raised her hand, and lightly touched the sunlight streaming in from the window. The morning sun was warm and dispelled the chill, and it was no longer a burning pain.

She can walk freely in the sun.

It's like...a different body. If it wasn't for her own appearance in the mirror, Ah Yin almost thought she had time-traveled again.

After A Yin finished washing and dressing, she opened the door of the bedroom, and when she looked up, she saw two familiar figures sitting at the wooden table down the corridor.

Involuntarily, a bright smile bloomed on A Yin's face, she jumped down from the corridor on the second floor energetically, and landed firmly in front of the two young men.

"Your Excellency Zenyuan, Your Excellency Wujo!"

Ayin said energetically, "Good morning!"

"Morning." Zenyuan nodded softly to her, "Are you resting well?"

"It couldn't be better." Ayin saw the cakes on the wooden table with keen eyes, walked over excitedly, picked up a cherry blossom cake, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Chewing and chewing, she gradually became expressionless.

...how come it's still tasteless wax?

She thought she would be able to turn back into a human being after Wu tragic death. Now that her ghost features have disappeared and she is not afraid of the sun is the best proof, but human food still can't taste anything in her mouth.

Could it be that this body already has taste problems?

Seeing Ayin's slightly distorted face, the Chanyuan immediately guessed: "Is it still tasteless?"

A Yin is depressed: "Yeah."

Putting his chin on his hands, Gojo asked curiously: "What about us? A Yin should only be rid of the curse of the ghost, and the characteristics of some ghosts should not change. Can A Yin smell the scent of our blood?"

Fear of sunlight is one of the curses of ghosts.But liking human blood is a pure recipe feature, just like flying birds to fish, lions and leopards hunting deer, the level of the food chain has nothing to do with curses.

Ayin's nose moved: "I can smell it."

It's the natural cherry blossom wine smell that has become accustomed to it. For so many days, the nasal cavity has been shrouded in the smell of their blood, and the sense of smell is about to fail.

In other words, now only their blood can save her sense of taste...?

Ayin's face was complicated.

"Oh, how pitiful." Wu Tiao's tone didn't have the slightest hint of pity.

The Chanyuan glanced at him and changed the subject: "Ayin, is there any discomfort in your body?"

"No. It's better to say that the condition is very good, I'm still a little surprised..." A Yin suddenly raised his head, "Did you guys do something?"

Wutiao was lying on the wooden table, teasing A Yin with a fan with a smile on his face: "Guess what?"

"Okay, Wutiao." The Chanyuan slapped Wutiao's hand away in disgust, and consciously assumed the duty of explaining.

For half an hour after this, Ayin was fed an earful of "common sense of contract" and "principle of bondage", and extracted the core points from a lot of twists and turns of academic terms—she can stand upright now. Here, it is all their credit.

"..."

It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.

Obviously at the beginning, it was Ah Yin's wishful thinking to pull the two of them into the gang, and use their power to help him escape from the ghost king.

And I forgot that the ghost king's control over ghosts is so powerful that even death will implicate me. In the end, the two of them helped me clean up this mess.Even broke the ghost king's curse, freeing her from her doomed death.

They have never met before, neither relatives nor old friends, they have only been together for two months, but they have helped themselves to this point.

Ayin was speechless for a while, and the words "thank you" were too pale.

They let her regain her freedom. As for the shackles and contracts on her body, they were concluded to save her own life. They should be the ones who made more sacrifices.

"I……"

Ayin's lips were murmured, and just about to say something, the Zenyuan suddenly raised his hand and touched her head, and interrupted her with a smile: "Ayin's serious worry has been eliminated, is there any schedule for the next one?"

"No." She is a lonely female ghost with nothing to worry about, what schedule can she have?

Gojo poked his head out at the right time: "My mission and the time limit of Zenyuan Your Excellency are coming up soon, and we will return to Kyoto soon. Will Ayin go with us?"

The meaning of Gojo Satoru is very clear.

What he meant was an invitation, asking A Yin if he would like to enter the magic world with them.

That was a completely unfamiliar world to A Yin.

Ayin blinked her eyes, and subconsciously looked at Chanyuan Hui, but the latter avoided her gaze.He turned his head away, the black hair on his forehead covered the emotion in his eyes, which was obscure.

He let Wutiao describe the wonders of the magic world to Ayin vividly and vividly, without interjecting a word throughout.

If Ah Yin's death hadn't happened right in front of her eyes, if the two contracts hadn't been branded in her body, the monastery should be fighting with Wu Tiao at this time, and would not back down.

From the beginning to the end, he did not agree with letting Ayin enter the world of conjuration—he thought it was like this.

However, when the secret love affair grows quietly, when the lost and recovered treasure falls into his hands again, and when he gradually realizes his own intentions, [Shikigami Contract] becomes the last straw that breaks the camel's back, allowing him to follow the law naturally. A decision has been made.

Since there is a bondage and a contract, she is inextricably linked with the magic world, and she can't stop talking about it.

In this way, it's better to take care of Ayin under his nose... It will make him feel more at ease.

Zenyuanhui seemed to hear the bewitching of the devil in his ears, arousing the desire in his heart.

Go ahead, obey your own desires, and keep her by your side.

From childhood to adulthood, you have always had no desires and desires, and you have never fought for or longed for anything.It's still the first time you've explicitly "wanted" something, isn't it?

So why not be a little more willful?

"Going to Kyoto?!"

A Yin's eyes brightened up "swish". Like a child on a spring outing, she excitedly leaned in front of Wutiao, asking all kinds of questions, and Wutiao answered them patiently one by one, taking Ayin's questions into consideration. Appetite is high.

At first, Chanyuanhui just listened silently, pouring tea for himself.

Slowly, black lines hung on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

What is this guy talking serious nonsense about?

Looking at his description, Kyoto was almost described as a fairyland on earth by him, and comparing it with the Yusanjia in his impression, the Chanyuan was speechless.

"The family's collection of books is extremely rich, and there are all kinds of secret art formations"-this is in line with reality, and it sounds exaggerated, but the background of the Yusan family is indeed vast.

However, "Brothers and friends in the family are respectful, members are harmonious and friendly, help each other and make progress together. For outsiders, the host is hospitable and generous, and will definitely make you feel at home"—is this pure nonsense?

What kind of dog is the Yusanjia, as one of the heads of the family, Huineng of the Zen Academy doesn't know?

Wu Tiao fooled the little girl like this, and he was not afraid of retribution at that time.

The black-haired young man stared up at the ceiling of the hotel, hoping that A Yin would not be hit by the gap between ideal and reality.

Seeing the longing and longing on Ayin's face now, Chanyuanhui couldn't bear to expose the reality.

Your Excellency Gojo, you are truly a marketing genius in the Taisho era.

According to their plan, they and Ayin will stay in the local area for one more day, and they will leave for Kyoto after all follow-up affairs are dealt with.

The troublesome matter was pushed to Wutiao by Zenyuan. Seeing Wutiao's patriarch, who has been fishing for fish and never been surpassed, go about business with a cat face, Zenyuan raised his lips happily.

Seeing the white-haired young man receding away, Huifu turned his head and saw A Yin sitting on the window sill.

Ayin's legs dangled back and forth, leaning her back against the window lattice, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window in a daze, the golden ray of light fell on her hair, matching the silvery stream of light.

"What are you thinking about?"

The gentle voice of the Buddhist monastery brought A Yin back to her thoughts. She shook her head and said, "It's nothing. I was just thinking about a question..."

Probably because Guiwu Tsuji, who had a serious problem in his heart, finally died. A Yin felt relieved, his mind was empty, and all kinds of wild ideas popped up.

Her palms were held empty, as if she wanted to retain the golden glow on her fingertips. Sunshine, an ordinary thing, was very novel to her.

After all, she hasn't been exposed to the warm sun for a long time.

"In my current state, am I considered a human or a ghost?" A Yin tilted her head and raised such a question in a brisk voice.

She is no longer a ghost, but she is not a human being either.

She is not afraid of the sun and will not hurt anyone.But humans are still on her diet, and even when she smells the tempting scent of blood, she will have an appetite, the intensity depends on the blood.

She felt like a duckweed, drifting with the tide, living in the gap between sunlight and shadow, she could go either way, and neither side belonged to her.

It is inexplicably consistent with her identity as a "time traveler".

A traveler, to put it bluntly, is a wanderer, who has left the roots of his hometown and hometown, and wandered aimlessly in the vast and magnificent world.

Ayin was purely thinking, probably because the sun was too glaring, her eyebrows and nose were shrouded in a golden halo, which blurred her expression, and Zen Yuanhui misunderstood her.

"A Yin."

The girl turned her head in response, startled by the suddenly approaching young man's face.

"Your Excellency, Chanyuan?!"

The Chanyuan Hui is very close, such a behavior of disregarding social distance is rarely seen in the Zenyuan Patriarch who upholds manners. On the contrary, the five rules are often not important or important, and are not bound by Changlun etiquette.

Therefore, this is also the first time that Ayin has looked at his face so closely.

She propped her hands on the window sill, and couldn't help but leaned back a few degrees, but she heard the black-haired young man in front of her burst out a few inadvertent chuckles, and tapped the tip of her small nose.

"Is Ah Yin worrying about this?"

The black-haired young man's voice was gentle, with the tolerance and helplessness of the elders: "Actually, what Ayin's identity is is not important to me."

"Whether it's a human being or a ghost, or neither, Ayin is unique...the most special person."

What is he saying?

Ayin was slightly stunned, and looked up at Hui Junxiu's face in the Buddhist temple. His black eyelashes trembled slightly, and the golden dust of the sun splashed on the bottom of his pupils, melting a pool of spring water, which was soft and stained. A little bit of shame.

His appearance is rather delicate, different from Gojo's striking beauty, he can only remind people of a quiet lake under the moonlight, with rippling clear water, he is clearly a man, when his eyes are shy, When the pink clouds floated on the cheeks, the gentle and pure soft beauty was even stronger than that of girls.

The monastery acted so unreasonably on the basis of beauty, A Yin looked straight at him for a moment.

His voice was like a clear spring stone, and he said slowly: "Do you believe Ah Yin?"

"After my mother passed away and my father disappeared when I was a child... I basically didn't have emotions like 'fear' and 'helplessness'."

Because no matter how panicked and helpless, nothing could compare to that nightmarish night.

In the middle of the thunderstorm night, the electric light from time to time illuminates the Japanese room with the doors and windows tightly closed. The elders of the family sitting around the table did not even confirm whether their father was dead or not. The boy who came out of the grief of losing his parents watched them zealously carve up property and fight for power...

At that time, who would come to help him? Who would pity a boy who was suppressed by the elders and relatives everywhere, and couldn't even get the power and property that should belong to him?

The head of the family disappeared and his legitimate son was young, so the power of the elders swelled, and he began to deceive others and show off his might. In the end, even he, the orthodox heir, was ignored, and finally even tried to usurp the throne.

During that time, how helpless and helpless.

Tossing and turning day and night makes it difficult to fall asleep, and be cautious in words and deeds, even if you take a wrong step, the accumulation you have accumulated and the evidence you have collected bit by bit will collapse in an instant like a thousand-mile embankment collapsing in an ant's nest.

Probably from that time on, he learned to close his heart, learned to be easy and not emotional, and he gradually understood that the only one who could save him was himself.

In the end——at the succession ceremony, in front of everyone in the monastery, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, he beheaded the elders who tried to seek power and usurp the throne.Just like when his mother's bones were still cold many years ago, the vulture-like elders divided up his father's hard work in front of him.

To get to this point today, how could he have experienced less scheming and conspiracy.

"I thought I wouldn't be afraid of anything in my life."

The dark-haired young man's eyes were half closed, and his lips were raised in a self-deprecating smile: "Ayin, you are really foul."

It violated the rules and broke the high wall built in his heart, unreasonably took root in his heart, and lived in a certain position in his heart. If he pulled it a little, he would feel bloody pain.

He still can't figure out why he fell in love with a girl he had never met before and had only been with for a season.

But if love can be understood, it is not called love.

"With your own power, you have broken the 'self-righteousness' that I have cultivated over the past twenty years, and made me truly realize that I am still a mortal after all."

There will be fear, panic, and bewilderment.

It turned out that he was nothing more than that.

He was so afraid of the possibility of "losing Ayin".

The eyes of the Buddhist temple flowed, and love sprouted, like a moon wheel hanging in the dark night, full of deficits, and sprinkled with the brilliance of the Milky Way.

He gently stroked the hair on Ayin's temples, "Ayin is indispensable and irreplaceable."

At least, he won't be so tempted by the second person anymore.

"So Ah Yin understands?"

It should be that the ink dripped into the brown sugar, blurring the intertwined spring flowers.

"You are a gift from God to me."

The author has something to say: The promised confession of Hui Hui, he is actually ashamed as hell :)

【恩惠】When Hui Hui said this word, he felt that the flavor was excellent and the aftertaste was endless.

Unfortunately, Huihui's confession was too cryptic, and Ah Yin didn't get it, and he didn't understand it, so he gave Wu Tiao an opportunity to come from behind.

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Push the advance receipt of good friends~

"I became the strongest with full-body prosthetics" by Yu Yuhe

In the Warring States Period, in order to dominate the troubled times, an aristocratic lord cruelly sacrificed his newborn child to the demon god, and then asked his servants to abandon the child in the river.

The girl who was supposed to be the aristocrat Ji Jun has officially embarked on the journey of getting her body back more than ten years after she was taken away by the demon god for 12 parts including face, ears, eyes, nose, voice, touch, spine, and limbs. journey!

"Why do you always wear a mask, kid?"

"Hey, it's very impolite not to answer what others say."

Gojo Satoru bent down and looked at the taciturn girl in front of him with great interest.

After getting no reply at all, he couldn't hold back, and lifted off the lifelike human face mask carved on the girl's face——

"?!!!!!!"

Gojo Satoru actually stopped thinking!

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Remarks:

1. The protagonist has no five senses, and doesn't care about Wujo Jumiko's flourishing beauty at all.

2. Gojo Satoru in the copywriting passed a sancheck because he saw the heroine's true face.success 0 failure 1d3.

3. Most of the settings come from the animation version, and some of the settings come from the original comics.Don't follow the animation to wash away the scumbags.