life winner good man

Starlight scatters the sky, leaving little traces,

Ma Canghao stood on the spot and thought for a while, picked up a piece of paper and carefully cut out a small paper figurine, drew a Dao talisman on it and blew gently, and the small paper figurine floated into the distance along the wind.

For the time being, he is still a high school student, so let the paper doll avatar save his precarious attendance rate.

As for Echizen Ryuya?Find a way to go by yourself.

The two of them didn't go to school seriously.

"Meow?" The kitten poked its head out from his arms, its blue eyes wide open.

Ma Canghao patted the kitten on the head, and said: "If you want to learn, I will teach you."

Five cats: "Meow meow meow meow~" Jie is also together!

The kitten rubbed his clothes intimately, it was very sticky.

No matter how horrible the behavior in front of him was in the eyes of others, the kitten's attitude has not changed at all, what should be done, what should be done.

Speaking of which, Xiao Wu was with him all the time, but in fact it was only the year of the competition, so he wasn't afraid of him at all.

So, should cats’ psychological endurance and stress resistance be considered when picking up cats?

Ma Cang is thoughtful.

He said he was going to Kyoto, but he didn't leave immediately, but went back to Mihua Town with the kitten in his arms.

The street was crowded with people, and Ma Canghao walked against the crowd, and the crowd around him automatically separated on both sides, no one could touch a piece of his clothes, and no one could see him.

In the eyes of the girl across the street, the boy in red, who was walking against the crowd with a white cat in his arms, seemed to be the only color in the world.

The fluttering hem of the clothes was like a flowing flame.

It wasn't until the boy came up to her and raised his eyebrows to look at her that she realized that the scene just now was somewhat unusual.

Therefore, what Officer Sato said may be true, Haojun has something special.

Good sir, can you know the whereabouts of Shinichi?

"I know."

As if being heard, the girl, that is, Mao Lilan, who was waiting here specially, heard the other party's slightly hoarse voice.

"Hmm... It feels like Shinichi, I haven't seen him for some time." Although the impression has been a little vague during this time, her subconscious told her that she hadn't seen Kudo Shinichi for a long time.

It doesn't matter if it's a seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school detective, or seven-year-old Edogawa Conan.

Speaking of which, Hao-kun's voice is really similar to Shinichi... and Conan-kun.

"is it?"

Mao Lilan later realized that the other party was in a happy mood, and saw the young man smiling.

With long wine red hair and high bunches, his eyes are still shining like cold stars, and he changed into a red bathrobe that suits him very well.

But, when did Hao Jun wear such exaggerated earrings, when did he add that braided bracelet, and when did he never leave his folding fan?

...Even though their appearance hasn't changed much, it seems like a long time has passed since the last time we all went to school together.

She, Sonoko, Shinichi, and Haojun, the four of them carried their schoolbags and bento together, chatting and walking to school, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

At least when Shinichi became Conan, she actually had a premonition, but she never noticed the change in Haojun.

Ma Cang raised his eyebrows, was she the first to discover the problem?

When Kudo Shinichi was taken to a certain part of the long river of fate, he blurred the impression of everyone related to Mihua Town, and even the black-skinned detective in Kansai was not left behind.

In their impression, Kudo Shinichi just went out for a while as usual and will be back soon.

He said: "Don't worry, you're just a little tired, and he'll be back when you wake up after sleeping."

Mao Lilan only felt a burst of exhaustion, she nodded slowly, and some things she wanted to ask gradually faded from her mind.

During this period, the kitten nestled obediently in Ma Canghao's arms, and there was no possibility of disturbing him at all.

The high school girl flashed a pentagram on the back of her hand, and she walked back to her detective agency.

Ma Canghao pinched the kitten's ears lightly, and said, "Let's go, let's find Xiaoxia to play with."

"Meow meow~" Jie, here I come!

Kyoto, ten days after the turmoil.

In the city that has just experienced a great war, there is still the smoke and blood of that time, even if it is separated by special means by the capable person, the residents of this city are still vaguely aware of the not-so-good atmosphere, so recently The atmosphere was a little gloomy.

There were people coming and going on the street, but there were more people wearing strange clothes than usual walking through it, each of them walked in a hurry, and their expressions were lighter than before the war.

In a corner of an alley where the sun does not shine, there are countless dilapidated alleys, large and small.A beige figure huddled in a triangle formed by the stacked boxes.

It was a man wearing an old-fashioned suit, with half-length black curly hair that wasn't tied up very much, so it looked a little messy, and was pressed under the top hat that matched the suit.

Between the bangs, occasionally a pair of blood-red pupils could be seen, carrying frenzied killing intent.

And the murderous intent dissipated in an instant when a woman with a white top and a red bottom passed by in the alley, her body curled up even smaller, she looked like any frustrated social animal in modern society, hiding in the alley to vent her incompetence and rage .

His condition at this time is indeed almost the same as that of impotent rage.

"Damn, hate, damn witch, damn priest, damn magician, damn psychic!"

"Ne is already dead, and he is still investigating, why don't you die?!"

"There is also Naraku, who agreed to leave Kyoto and then split up, but betrayed my whereabouts and ran away. In the name of the ghost king, I curse you to meet the witch who killed you when you go out!"

……

The man curled up in a place out of the sunlight and cursed over and over again, and the people and things he cursed were not the same.Even the time frame spans nearly a thousand years, as long as the ghost killing team was in charge 500 years ago, and a maid who accidentally spilled tea on his hand a thousand years ago was crazily insulted by him.

But the person he really wanted to scold didn't even dare to mention the other person's name.

Because he was not sure whether the other party would perceive that he had escaped from hell, and the reason why he was not destroyed immediately in hell was that the other party listened to the words of the assistant officer of hell and asked him to be punished for the lives of those untouchables before being destroyed.

Damn, those were just recipes, why should he atone for food from yesterday, the day before, or even how many years ago?

He really couldn't take it anymore, the many punishments in hell made him so painful that he wished he could die by that person in the first place—oh no, by the hands of the Ghost Killing Squad.

(He shudders again at the thought of the man.)

If he hadn't stayed long enough and reached a cooperation agreement with Nue next door and Naraku who was opposite, he would still be suffering in hell now.

But after finally coming out, he sneaked outside to look for food when he was in the psychic power of the capital, and happened to come across a delicious food with a particularly delicious smell, and was almost burned to ashes by the light from nowhere!

At that moment, the Ghost King, who was almost half-dead, scrambled and crawled into the sewer, and did not dare to come out from below until the breath of light left the capital.

But he didn't dare to be as arrogant as when he just escaped from hell. He only hid in the invisible place during the day and came out at night to see if he could grab a snack to satisfy his hunger.

In fact, he is considered a spirit body now, and ordinary sunlight may not necessarily burn him, but he is just too scared, as soon as he walks out of the shadows, he will see the scorching sun hanging above the sky.

This instantly reminded him of the black-haired young man standing in front of him 500 years ago expressionlessly drawing his sword. The red feathers fluttered brightly under the light of the sword.

Even at night, when he came out to look for food, he only dared to take the dimly lit path.But this also means that there is less food coming and going, and more psykers patrolling.

The current psyker is not weaker than when he was still in the world, but stronger, and several different power systems have been added.

Every night, those auras belonging to different forces emanate, making the ghost king hallucinate the Ping'an capital thousands of years ago.

Before any turmoil happened, it was an era where magical and powerful humans and ghosts coexisted.

And given his current half-dead condition, he was far from daring to face a psyker who could quickly call for reinforcements.

Therefore, his majestic generation of ghost kings can only huddle in the small alley waiting for the patrolling psykers to go out to breathe a sigh of relief.The rest of the time, you can only hold back in the sewer or alley.

Damn it, when he regains his full strength, he must make these humans who dare to despise him pay the price!

And Naraku!You wait for me!I curse you to run into the big witch when you go out, turn around and run away to meet the half dog!

I don't know if the ghost king's heart-piercing resentment reached the ears of the half-demon who abandoned the plastic cellmate and ran away.

But now, the ghost king is squatting in the alley, waiting for the little monster he tricked two days ago to come and offer him food and drink.

Although the ghost king has fallen to this point, he is still a ghost king after all, and has a face that is beautiful enough to fool people.

It's a pity that he has been boiled and steamed in hell for too long, and his current ability is not enough to support him to appear in front of ordinary people for a long time, so he has to find a living person who can see him to make trouble (scam).

And the only ones who can see him are psychics.

It's just that although there are psykers everywhere in Kyoto now, he only dares to stare at those young ones, because they are easier to deceive when they have just graduated from the teacher.

If someone is more experienced, at least he can see that he still has the sins of hell, so what's the point of reporting him back to hell every minute?

Therefore, he set his sights on the little one from the very beginning, and the little half-demon he met two days ago was the best target to fool.

It was a hybrid of human and fox, not very old, let alone some old monster pretending to be young - with his thousand-year eyesight, this could still be seen.

Five or six-year-old little fox, soft-hearted, easy to fool.

The King of Ghosts unscrupulously made up a bunch of pitiful life experiences—it’s too simple, just start from the family members of those snacks he ate in the past, crying and howling sentences when they seek revenge from him. Chinese food.

With his tearful performance, it was easy for the ignorant little fox to take it seriously, and promised to bring him something to eat every day.

It is true that he has become a spirit body now, but it is not difficult to get in touch with the things of the world, not to mention that the fox and half-demon seem to be very favored at home, some of the spiritual herbs and medicines used in cultivation are not low-grade, and he can give them alms at will give others.

Hmph, you damned brat, you even gave him alms as a beggar, and when he recovered, he was the first to eat him.

The body of the half-demon contains more powerful energy than that of human beings, and it will definitely allow him to break through the shackles, return to the human world, and live the life of domineering before.

A series of footsteps came from next to his ears. With the past few days of getting along, the Ghost King could easily tell that it was the half-demon coming.

He tidied up his expression so that no one could see that he was still cursing his plastic teammates just now, and thinking of taking the little fox as a snack in his heart, he only showed a slightly melancholy smile and looked towards the alley where a ray of light leaked out. mouth,

A boy in a flaxen kimono walked slowly on wooden clogs, with a ball head tied on top of his head. It seemed that because of his running movement, a few strands of hair jumped out of it, shaking as he walked.

"Mr. Wu Mi, are you still here today?"

asked the little boy.

"I'm here." The ghost king said sadly, "My family members are all dead, and I'm homeless. If I'm not here, where else can I be?"

Bah, why are you asking hypocritically, if you really care about me, quickly give me all your elixirs, such good things are ruined in the hands of a half-demon like you.

The ghost king's tone was sad. He looked at the little boy who was still some distance away from him, feeling a little anxious in his heart.

Why don't you come here, half demon, have you broken your leg? !

"there is."

The little boy was carrying a small basket, which contained the things he brought to the poor Mr. Ghost to recuperate. His eyes reflected the haggard face of Mr. Ghost. Thinking of the gentleman waiting outside the alley, he was sincerely happy for Mr. Ghost .

"Mr. Wu Mi, I ran into a friend of yours when I went home last night." He said crisply, "Sir, someone still misses you."

The ghost king named Wu Mi was taken aback, he had a shitty friend, it would be better to say that he didn't need this kind of thing at all, who was worthy to be his friend?

Even if Naraku, who has been inmates for 500 years, and Nue, they will stab each other to death if they have the chance.

"Really? I don't remember."

He still had a pale handsome face, and said weakly, "I've been dead for so many years, how can anyone remember me?"

Bah, the kid really has a way of talking nonsense, do you think this will bring the relationship closer?

But the little boy said: "Really, that gentleman knows your name and what you look like."

"He's outside now, I'm calling him over!"

After finishing speaking, the little boy looked back and greeted: "Sir, come in quickly! Let Mr. Wu Mi see you!"

The tone was very excited, probably really happy that poor Mr. Ghost met an old friend in a foreign land.

The ghost king raised his eyelids, and he was going to see who dared to pretend to be his so-called friend of the ghost king.

In the backlit alley, a tall man walked slowly,

The visitor didn't seem to be very old, and his figure looked like a youth.His long black hair was slightly curly, tied into a high ponytail, and he was wearing an ordinary apricot yellow kimono, with a red feather kimono covering it.

When he stepped on the clogs and walked in silently, his long bundled hair rose slightly with his movements, and with the eyesight of the ghost king, he could still clearly see the red spreading from the end of the other's pitch-black hair, like the rays of the rising sun.

Ghost King: "!!!!!!!!!"

The little boy turned into a fox said happily: "Mr. Wu Mi, your old friend has come in!"

Guiwutsuji Wucan pupil earthquake: "Jiguo Yuanyi, don't come over here!!!!!!"