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

For three days in a row, it was pouring rain.

The sultry air swept across the sky, and thunderstorms mixed with electric lights flickered in the sky, as if to tear the entire sky.

"Boom—"

The rain flooded over the heels, and the rain dripped from the slightly raised eaves. The overloaded water made the ancient city of Kyoto, which has a history of thousands of years, overwhelmed. The lotus in the pond also bent down, dying.

Under the rain, thunderstorm days.

Memories will always overlap at an unintentional moment,? It is also a thunderstorm day when you lose something important. If there is love in the sky, it will sound the mournful death knell.

Just this time.

He was no longer as weak and powerless as he was when he was a child, but he still couldn't stop the planned parting, the pain of having a piece of flesh and blood ripped out of his heart.

After that day, Zenyuan Hui was too busy too busy.

Busy investigating the black hand behind the scenes,? busy interrogating the young monk arrested at the ceremony,? busy dealing with the interrogation of the emperor and all the ministers, busy counting the number of casualties, and standing up to appease the hearts of the people.

He had to act as if nothing had happened.

At this juncture, the compassionate treatment of the families of the casualties should not be sloppy, and the face of many accusations of "unfavorable handling" from the outside world must not be grounded at all.

You can't refute with words, let alone get emotional.

There are hundreds if not thousands of people who are deeply hostile to him and wish to pour his dirty water into death.

After finally catching his flaws, it is natural to scramble to discredit him, and to magnify his "negligence" behavior in the spread of speech, like a nest of lingering flies,? Aiming at the imperfect gap Just start ding.

Zen Yuanhui didn't bother to pay attention to these clowns.These people spared no effort to smear his reputation, but the people around him were more anxious than him.

"Don't you care about these scum?!"

It was the first time in the monastery that he realized what it means to "hate iron but not steel". His eyes were slightly red and swollen, as if he had just cried, and he stared at the calm man at the desk, his voice was out of breath.

"If you let the rumors ferment like this, people outside will misunderstand you more and more!"

The Chanyuan couldn't even figure out how this man was so indifferent to rumors.

He was an outsider, and his blood surged when he heard it.

"They said that you are overly arrogant and self-righteous, and you don't take the ceremony to heart, which will lead to disadvantages in protection..."

"Some people say that your strength is all boasted. In fact, you don't have the corresponding strength at all, and your virtue is not worthy."

"They are indiscriminate, smearing your reputation, and some even say..."

Zenyuan Jinichi's voice trembled.

"Others say that you were actually confused by the woman at the ceremony. That woman is a scourge, making you lose your heart and forget your responsibilities."

Snapped--

The pen holder with black lacquer and golden wolf hair was broken abruptly from the middle.

Zenyuan even raised his head.

He saw Zen Yuanhui looking back, no matter how difficult the rumors that smeared his image were, he was indifferent, but now his eyes were full of coldness.

"I see." The iciness in his voice made even outsiders shudder, "I will find out."

"You have worked hard these days, go back and rest early."

Jin Yi, who was invited out, looked at the closed door, hesitated to speak.

Hard?

If you say hard work...

In the huge magic world, how many people can compare to you who have not slept for many days.

On the way back to the house, he was still thinking about what Xia You Yuzhen had told him.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Yuzhen really sees people's hearts better than him.

Yuzhen said that even if you exposed the malice of the whole world under his nose, he would not raise his eyebrows.

Your Excellency the Chanyuan, you don't care about yourself at all.

He has dark self-destructive tendencies.

Those swear words are just drizzle, and it doesn't hurt or itch to him.

If you want him to really take it to heart and take action, you can only...

"It can only make him feel pain."

It's too simple, just mention A Yin again in front of him.

Zenyuan didn't even bring an umbrella, listening to the intermittent thunder, the raindrops slapped on his skin and wet his hair.

He was suddenly a little confused.

But is it right to do so?

In the name of his good, sprinkle salt on his wounds.

If Ah Yin was still there, he would definitely beat him up.

Chanyuan Jinichi once hated Chanyuan Hui. At that time, he wanted to see this man's remorseful expression. He once thought that only Chanyuan Hui's pain could truly make him happy.

But when that day really came, he realized that he was wrong.

Not at all happy.

Looking at his figure sitting alone in front of the desk, he could only feel...

This man is really pitiful.

He was the one who came forward to comfort people, he was the one who sympathized with the families of the casualties, and it was he who shouldered the pressure of the upper-level censure.

No one will understand his mood.

No one cares what he lost.

.........

"What a coincidence, Your Excellency the Chanyuan, what kind of wind brought you here today?"

It was not only Chanyuan Hui who was wearing a mask.

The black-haired young man raised his eyes, and what he saw was still the heartless smiling face he always disliked.

In the small pavilion, the two masters met alone.

The servant was not brought along, as their conversation was not fit to be heard by anyone.

He threw a volume of documents onto the stone table. Unlike him who was half-soaked by the rain, those volumes of documents were as dry as ever, with black and white writing, without any sign of being wet.

"This is?"

"Rumors have spread all over the place recently, and you probably heard quite a few of them." Chanyuanhui didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, and went straight to the point, "Someone inside deliberately slandered Ayin."

"..."

It was the first time they had mentioned the name positively since that day.

In the impression of outsiders, she is just a shikigami, a partner at a good level, but a tool for spells at a bad level.

There was no dead body, and the rain of blood lasted for 5 minutes that day.

Nobody thought they should have a funeral for a spell implement without a whole body.

As for the two of them, they were dragged down by so many trivial matters, overwhelmed with paperwork, and overloaded with work, they didn't even have a moment to think about her.

They who once threatened to bring her into the world of magic and magic did not allow her to be accepted until their death.

After that day, Zenyuan Hui and Gojo Satoru parted ways.

The reunion after many days is only because of Ah Yin.

Gojo Satoru picked up a document, glanced at it a few times, and his voice gradually sank: "...I see."

"Anything else?"

He also didn't want to chat with Zenyuan Hui meaninglessly, he was not in that mood.

"If it's okay, I'll go first."

"—you stand for me."

Gojo Satoru's footsteps stopped abruptly.

He turned his head and met Chanyuan Hui's black hole-like eyes.

"Did I say it's all right?"

The coercion of the mantra increased step by step.

The magic power was originally invisible to the naked eye, but because the caster was too powerful, it disturbed the strong wind and stirred up the rain. He took a step, and the corner of his robe was slightly rolled up. The carp in the lotus pond jumped in a panic and splashed water. , the atmosphere became more dull, and thunderstorms continued.

The other person who was facing him, the moment he raised his head, the cloth covering his eyes all slipped off, and the emotions in the six eyes fluctuated inorganically, fighting against the black-haired man.

At their level, many tiny details can be captured instantly.

For example, at this moment, the touch of... the real killing intent floating in the air.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, and he took the lead in restraining all his power, his tone was soft, as if he was sighing.

"What do you want to do again?"

Zenyuan Hui approached him step by step, and didn't stop until he was only a few feet away. When he raised his face, there was pure doubt in his eyes.

"I don't know."

It didn't match his blank voice.

Zenyuan Huiyuan's hand that was hanging by his side suddenly exerted force, grabbed Wujo Wu's neck, and threw him hard on the hard stone pillar.

bang——

This fall, he used ten percent of his strength.

Most of the stone pillar was sunken, Wujo Wu's back of the head knocked on it defenselessly, under the slightly long white bangs, bright red blood slowly flowed.

Chanyuanhui didn't let go, on the contrary, he gradually increased the strength of the hands holding the five Wu's necks, until the veins on the back of his hands burst out, and he pinched Wu Wu's trachea with his dead hands, leaving no room for him.

It's like hating to the extreme.

But Chanyuanhui's tone was still empty, with few emotional fluctuations.

"I don't know……"

he murmured.

"Gojo Satoru, why are you still alive?"

He unconsciously tightened his palms, and the pressure on the trachea was still increasing.

"Why did she die?"

"You're still alive?"

When "she" was mentioned, his days of camouflage finally broke.

The scene of that day reappeared in front of my eyes, a living hell.

He stared at Gojo Satoru, his black eyes were covered with a layer of broken water.

"You go with her—"

Chanyuanhui's voice carried a faint cry.

He seemed to be begging, but also to cast the most vicious curse.

"You go to accompany her, okay? You should die too, why can you still live in this world?"

Unforgettable.

He watched Gojo Satoru with his own eyes, peeling her heart open with such a gentle technique.

He couldn't do anything.

For so many days, his reason has been eroded bit by bit, like the backlash of reason overtaking emotion for many years, and he can't control this heart-biting pain at all.

It's not that he doesn't know that there are other people behind the scenes, it's not that he can't guess that all this is caused by others, it's not that he can't distinguish the real enemy!

But he couldn't help it.

Just think of that day, Gojo Satoru killed her with his own hands.

He couldn't restrain the hatred that grew wildly like a vine.

Finding the instigator and avenging her... is up to him.

Gojo Satoru, you just go to die, okay?

Zenyuanhui waited for so long, but did not wait for the soul contract connected with A Yin to drag Gojo Satoru into hell.

He didn't bother to look into the reason any more.

The only thing he wanted to do was send him to hell with his own hands.

.........

Since Ayin is reluctant to hurt you, let me do it.

The author has something to say: This chapter is Huihui's big explosion.

Hui's San value is falling madly, and has fallen into a temporary state of madness.