[Comprehensive] Blades all love Kikyo

Looking at the hometown, you can look at the hometown.

The hundreds of years of time came like a torrent, and the more it receded, the more the tide of memory rushed onto his body ferociously like a beast, gnawing and biting.

A heart becomes bloody again, but the missing part slowly swells and arises.

Inuyasha poked his foot slightly, took a small step, his voice trembling slightly: "Kikyo, you...it's great to see you..."

He stopped there, not daring to take a step forward again. The long hair of the phantom of the psychic condensed by fluorescent light fluttered, and the scarecrow was sent backwards in the wind, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time.

It's just an illusion, that's why it's so vulnerable, a gust of wind, a rain can destroy it and scatter it.

After taking off the fire rat fur, Inuyasha was left with only a white underwear on his body. He tried his best to feel the coolness in the dark night, moved aside, and tried to use his body to support Kikyo from the wind from all directions, but hell was too much. The darkness is too cold, and gusts of wind gather from all directions, almost pervasive.

The fluorescent light around the witch gradually dissipated, and Inuyasha shouted in horror: "Kankyo!"

However, she didn't go away with the wind as he imagined, Kikyo came out of the light, and pressed his fingers through the silver-white forehead to Inuyasha's forehead, the coldness of his fingertips as always made him tremble unnoticeably.

"Inuyasha."

Kikyo's faint voice was as refreshing as ice springs, which made Inuyasha feel at ease, and his fiery mind quickly cooled down.

"Biankyo..."

She withdrew her fingers and said, "Sit down."

As soon as the familiar password sounded, even without a body, Inuyasha's heart-soaked commands for several years caused Inuyasha to fall to the ground habitually, and a pair of delicate and powerful hands caught him in time, and easily lifted a man up.

He was a little at a loss: "Jiangsu, you..."

"It's clear that the Lingzhu has been taken away, and my spirit of words is no longer effective for you, but you still react to it, why, Inuyasha?"

"I……"

"I have taken off the rosary that binds your soul. From now on, you are free."

***

Abe Seimei waved the bat fan in one hand, and walked forward unhurriedly with the feathers on the neck of a big white bird in the other hand. After shaking it and looking carefully, it turned out to be a crane.

"Oh, I really didn't expect such a delicious place to pick up. If it is cooked, it will be even more delicious."

Even after hundreds of years of personnel changes in Huangquan, the etiquette of the prince engraved in the bones of the Heian period has not changed the onmyoji in the slightest. Similarly, the evil taste hidden in his bones has long been forged by the dark hell. .

Crane, who had been pretending to be dead in his hands, struggled violently upon hearing this, extremely resisting the fate of being the meat in the soup wok.

Crane: "chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

"I didn't expect that the sound of the wind and cranes is one of the most beautiful scenes in hell. Bai He, please shout louder, and use this voice of the soul to awaken countless lost souls."

"……grumble."

It stopped barking, and the crane rolled its eyes, seeing through the essence of this man's white cutting.

"Fried poultry really tastes better when fried. Presumably, under the hot oil temperature, no matter what it is, it will become fragrant and crispy."

Bai He shivered.

Abe Seimei put the white crane on the ground: "Although plucking hair is not an elegant thing, it is also interesting to do it occasionally, hahaha!"

The big white bird was splashing and rolling on the ground, and the white feathers on the whole body were covered with a layer of black in the ashes on the ground as soon as they rolled up. It looked like a white crane, and in the blink of an eye, it became a blackened crane.

Let's see what you say!

The onmyoji shakes his fan and sighs: "It's been a long time since I've been in the world, and I really miss the taste of fireworks. I heard that the Tang Kingdom in this world invented a dim sum, which seems to be called donkey rolling. It's glutinous on the outside and sticky on the inside, sweet and delicious. Now seeing the cranes rolling, I can't help it. Do you know if this taste is generally good?"

Anyway, it’s right to eat it anyway.

The black crane simply collapsed on the ground and remained motionless, with its wings covering its only white chest, round and round like Yuanxiao dumplings wrapped in black rice bast with white sesame filling.

"Let me cut it—"

Abe Qingming slapped the fan, and a cold light flashed on the edge of the fan bone. The bat fan turned into an extremely sharp blade, and slashed at the black crane. The pair of bird wings covered his black eyes, and he couldn't bear to see the scene where his head and body were separated.

Unexpectedly, a dignified sword did not die in the fierce battle, nor did it die in the darkness, but in the end it was buried in the belly of the glutton.

For a knife born to belong to the battlefield, such an ending is ridiculous, but this kind of death is very suitable for him, a crane, and it is not in vain for this boring life.

If there is an afterlife...

Wish, become a real crane.

Cut with a fan knife.

There was no separation of the head and body as imagined, blood splashing everywhere, but an indescribable warmth and comfort enveloped the whole body, making the crane stunned, wanting to sleep in this white light until the end of time.

"Hey, what a handsome young man!"

A modest and magnetic voice sounded, but the regretful tone made people feel extraordinarily horrified: "So this bird is not a real crane, ah, ah, it is really disappointing, since it is so, I can't eat it."

Opening its eyes, the height of its field of vision has changed, and only then did it realize that the restraint on its body had been lifted, and its body had returned to its human form.

"Ha... this is really scary."

The crane turned into a human body, which was the white-clothed ghost from before. It regained its human form, and the first thing it did was to lift up its robe vigorously, shaking off all the dust suspended on the white clothes, and it was full of feathers. The onmyoji, who was sitting and watching the show with ashes and choking, was suddenly ashamed.

The ghost in white stretched out his hand and bowed: "I'm sorry."

Abe Seimei brushed the ashes on his face, and in the dim light, he could only see his white teeth shining brightly: "Oh, this is 'If you can't eat a crane, you will be pecked by a crane'? It's okay, Mr. Crane is so lively, I'm very happy for you too."

Stubbornness is stubbornness, Nahe still has a conscience that has not been wiped out, and apologized: "Mr. is clean, but I made his face dirty. I am really sorry."

It bowed abruptly, and the ash on the cloak shook again, covering Abe Seimei's only remaining white teeth.

The white-clothed ghost straightened up, still smiling, looking like he needed a beating.

"I'm Tsurumaru Kuninaga, have you been frightened by such an appearance?"

Abe Seimei looked at him covered in snow and laughed haha, took the fan and slid down the smooth white hair, and with the last fan, he fanned away all the floating ash: "I'm so scared, so scared, Tsurumaru-kun, you really An unexpected kid."

Although this kind of response was not expected, Tsurumaru Kuninaga still smiled and agreed: "That's right, what your lord said is very true."

The corner of Onmyoji's lips curled slightly: "However, this is not a good place, Tsurumaru-kun, if the living soul stays in this world for too long, the soul will gradually be stained with the darkness of hell, I will send you back."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga lowered his eyelids, as if he heard it, but also as if he didn't hear it.

He changed the subject: "That mistress on the lookingout platform..."

"It's true."

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Extra Story Theater

Duoyi woman: Why do I want your clothes?

Crane Ball: To spend money

Duoyipo: Give me a birdie and I'll take you there

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Duoyipo: Oh, I forgot to change him back

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Do you want to send a crane rolling?

Kikyo has few lines, and writing about her is like walking on thin ice. Although Heqiu has a lot of roles in Huangquanguo, he hasn't said a word to Kikyo. If he wants to attack his aunt, Heqiu will still be madamadadane. When he comes to Honmaru later There are no such close benefits. Hasebe Candlestick Kiri and a bunch of short legs are all masters.

He still doesn't know what he missed...

In fact, writing Er Gouzi also felt that he was quite pitiful.

Still the same sentence, please Mina-san use a lot of comments to write the next chapter ~ It all depends on your love to generate electricity ~ Don't dive anymore la la la la