Wutai's happiness lies in persecution

Yu Yihu slapped his hand away with a slap, and said in a cool tone: "You have ruined my pond. What can I use to make Qingming?"

Osamu Dazai raised his hand: "I'm very sorry, but I have a better idea - can I talk to you in private?"

"follow me."

Yuyihu took him back to the main hall, sent away the people and monsters in the whole palace, and waited for Dazai to tell lies.

"The reason why you haven't started childbirth for a long time, and even the preparations are perfunctory, is because there is no way to get pregnant, right?"

The "fear" emanating from Yuyihu enveloped the entire hall, and her no longer casual expression showed that what he said was true.

Yuyihu clenched his fists: "I originally had one, but later I couldn't establish a connection with Qingming anymore."

"Because after you eat Su Nuo's fingers, you are no longer human."

As a reincarnation type of youkai, the feathered fox using a human body stands on the blurred boundary between humans and youkai. This is a more subtle existence than a half-demon. She also enjoys the power of a demon and the law's preference for humans.

Therefore, the seal of Kyoto can be broken smoothly all the way.

But the fingers sent by Gogol, as the concentrate of super-level magic power and part of the soul, broke this subtlety and made her develop towards a more strange place.

Just like a genetically mutated species is difficult to continue, she no longer has the ability to reproduce.

Yu Yihu smashed the table in front of him with a slap: "Then you give it to me?"

Dazai Osamu: "Because once you start, there is no way to stop, it is better to come more thoroughly, and make you stronger."

There was another reason he didn't say.

That is, Su Nuo fingers are really hard to eat, and they can't be absorbed directly like Nuochi. They can only be eaten and digested slowly.

After condemning a white-haired clown to death in his heart, Yuyihu calmed down and said, "Tell me about you, there is a better way."

"Do you know what makes a curse stronger?"

"curse."

"Your curse on Abe Seimei is enough for you to create him." Osamu Dazai stood up with a smile and opened the temple door.

The place where they were located was the highest palace in Nijo Castle. Standing on the outside platform, they could overlook the entire Kyoto.

"And this city will provide enough nutrients, based on the eight seals that once set the seals, gather curses, and bring the grand scene of thousands of years ago to the present world."

Let him take a look at how beautiful the demon city is, where all the ghosts walk in the night and the flames are shining brightly.

Yuyihu went out, stood in front of the railing and looked down at the capital. In the extraordinarily quiet night, only the lights of Wanjia were scattered like stars.

She: "The main family of the imperial family in the magic world is also in Kyoto."

Osamu Dazai's tone was flat: "What does it have to do with me?"

Why!Why does even Yuyihu know about his scandal with Gojo Satoru? !

This world is hopeless, destroy it, hurry up.

Yuyihu chuckled lightly: "Then let's be happy."

Osamu Dazai took the position of the second-in-command of the youkai in Kyoto. Even though it is rumored in the yokai that he is "a man loved by a fox in feather clothes", this is better than the gossip with Gojo Gojo... no, it is more beneficial to him Take control.

Another surprising thing is that he is liked by most monsters.

After Yuyihu lifted his personal restraint, a steady stream of gifts and flowers were sent to his palace.

Just weird.

Most of the monsters who brought gifts saw him for the first time, but they all came over happily holding gifts, and left with flushed faces.

It's like seeing a fan girl of an idol, and the road is not clear.

"Because Dazai-sama, you are really good-looking."

The monster born from the painting tugged at Osamu Dazai's wide sleeves, and boldly asked if he could draw a picture on his sleeve.

"Can't monsters change into whatever they want?"

Osamu Dazai put his hand there for him to write.

It's too eye-catching to hang out among the monsters in white clothes every day.

"So we pay more attention to temperament and breath." Hua Yao picked up the pen, as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times in his heart, and dropped the tip of the pen skillfully, painting like clouds and flowing water, "Have you heard of the time when you meet the devil? Monsters like to paint after dusk. Events, we love sunsets and nights, you have that in you."

Osamu Dazai fully conforms to the aesthetics of monsters, with both the beauty that fascinates them and the strength that makes them surrender.

It is also for the same reason that Yuyihu successfully became the leader of the monsters in Kyoto, and he has many subordinates.Osamu Dazai, who was instructed by her to be kind, also has the same virtues, and he is not the immediate boss, so he doesn't need to be too afraid, so he naturally looks more popular.

Beautiful and powerful, but also pampering and pampering her own existence, who wouldn't like it?

Osamu Dazai turned his head and looked thoughtful: "If you say that, shouldn't I live this kind of life?"

Indulge in nature, wanton killing and destruction.

But he still felt nauseous when he smelled the dead body.

There is no pleasure.

In other words, doing things and seeing unexpected things can bring some surprises.

"Not all monsters like to fight and kill. Like me, drawing, reading and admiring beautiful things are very happy. You are so powerful, it must be easier to do things that make you happy."

"It's hard to make me happy."

"So is there anyone you want to meet in the spring?"

The painting demon stopped the brush in his hand, and Osamu Dazai glanced down at the pink and lovely peach blossoms on the sleeves. Against the background of black branches and green leaves, they were so lifelike that one could smell the breath of spring.

Pretty and cute enough to be annoying.

"It's been a long time since spring," he said.

And I don't want to see next spring.

"But those who want to meet, there is still time to meet them now." Hua Yao looks like a naive teenager, but he speaks with old-fashioned chicken soup, "Summer is also very beautiful, and so are autumn and winter."

"There is no one I want to see." Osamu Dazai stood up and walked out.

But now there is indeed someone to meet.

Had to go quietly.

Wujo's family belongs to the family, and Gojo Wu squatted on the main seat, eating melons and yelling at the elders of the family.

Elder One: "400 years ago, the eight-fold seal that Xiuyuan Hanakain set up in Kyoto was destroyed by the fox in feather clothes."

He: "That's her ability. You don't have this ability, so don't be too jealous. After all, Wutiao's family already has me, and I can do it too."

The second elder: "She set up a new formation at the place of the eight seals, and now it has changed from a formation that suppresses monsters to a formation that strengthens monsters."

He: "Excellent! If I were a sealed monster, I would feel relieved."

A group of elders shook their hands and didn't speak for a long time, and they all sadly accused him of not having any sense of responsibility.

"If I had no sense of responsibility, I would still waste time sitting here with you, listening to your nonsense that has become a reality."

Gojo Satoru threw the finished melon on the table, put his hand dripping with red watermelon juice on the backrest, and said indifferently, "So, what do you want to say?"

The elder next to him felt that his appearance was too villainous and inappropriate, but he couldn't control him, so he handed him a wet towel to wipe his hands.

"Thank you." Gojo Satoru took it and wiped his hands, and continued to stare at them lazily.

"You have been back to play long enough, we hope you can make a move."

After all, he was a child who grew up as a baby. The elder who said this saw Gojo Satoru's expression became unhappy, and immediately added: "Of course it's good if you want to stay longer, but the situation is really urgent now."

Gojo Satoru's attitude was very firm, and he firmly refused.

"No, no, it's absolutely impossible."

The elders tried to persuade him dryly for a long time, but they still couldn't shake him a bit.

But at least I asked why.

"This is a job assigned to Osamu Dazai by the superiors, and you still dislike me for being too aggressive." Gojo Satoru made up his mind to wait until Osamu Dazai couldn't solve it, and laughed at him severely.

After such a long time, there is no news at all, maybe he found that his ability is useless against monsters, so he hid in a corner and played tricks quietly.

Akutagawa and Kyoka sent out by him must be just disturbing the sight.

When the elders heard the name "Osamu Dazai", they were all silent for a while.

They were far away in Kyoto, but they had heard the stories of their Patriarch and that man named Osamu Dazai for several rounds.

Gojo Satoru chased back the person who was sent to inquire before he got close. He wanted to check the news of that person but found that the authority was not enough.Before the Tokyo White Haze incident, I heard that he was detained as a suspect of the mastermind, and the management sentenced him to death on the spot. I didn't expect that he was not only released, but also entrusted with such an important task.

But in any case, that person doesn't sound like a serious doctor, but the kind of scourge that can demagogue people.

Their patriarch is so simple, he must have been deceived by his feelings.

The elders took a sip of water, and began to persuade him to make a clean break with that little goblin again, and they can find any woman he likes for him.

Gojo Satoru obviously didn't listen to their words: "What's the matter, does our family still have the throne to inherit? Or do you think I won't live long, so you want me to find a woman to give birth to excellent offspring? Have you considered the woman's feelings? ? Have you considered my feelings? Have you considered Dazai's feelings?"

"Nothing, go away."

OK, end of meeting.

He's such a talent for ending conversations.

A group of people almost cried out, but seeing that he seemed to be preoccupied with a certain hateful man, they couldn't listen to any good advice, so they had no choice but to leave angrily.

Osamu Dazai restrained his breath and stood in the corner listening to the whole "meeting".

Condensing the magic power and releasing the power, he is something that does not exist in the eyes of the six eyes, more air than air.

Gojo Satoru couldn't see him, but he could see Gojo Satoru wearing a white kimono with the Gojo family crest printed on it through the screen, like a free and unrestrained god listening to the troubles of the believers.

He originally just wanted to confirm that Gojo Satoru would not make a move.

But I heard that this guy didn't care about his reputation and admitted the non-existent relationship between the two of them in front of the family elders, just to drive them out of sight.

Even though he himself was not much better, Osamu Dazai still wanted to curse in his heart: frivolity!

Now it is a poisonous oath that he has nothing to do with Gojo Satoru, and no one will believe it.

There is such a man added to his emotional experience, and the result will be that every time he approaches the young lady, he will be regarded as cheating by others.

This world is so boring, let it be destroyed.

Osamu Dazai, who was unhappy all over, left quietly.

And Gojo Satoru, who had finished eating the last piece of melon, stood up, walked to where he was standing just now, sniffed and said, "Why is there a smell of flowers and ink, and you're sketching?"