[Comprehensive] Legend of the Son of God

It is impossible to count how many years have passed since then.Bloody fights again and again are enough to wear away his sense of time, and even his original goodness.Under the baptism of hot blood, the young man whose soul became more and more cruel was finally able to watch death indifferently.

If every one of his companions had died and grieved for them, his heart would have been broken.

However, the night bird is different from other monsters.

That time when he looked at Kurama's calm and indifferent face and the broken necklace in his hand, he had a vague premonition.The whole body of the silver-haired demon fox was stained red with blood, and the blood winding down the side face was like a tattoo of a rose, blooming enchantingly.He raised the bloody chain, his voice hollow.

"This is a relic of the Nightbird."

How long has it been since he said 'Never leave again'?The gentle and peaceful profile of that black-haired monster was no longer visible.Some are just images that are gradually yellowing in memory.So bleak and bleak.

After saying this, Yaohu closed his eyes wearily, and walked alone in the increasingly empty city.It has long been no longer the bandit group that was in full swing in the past. When Zangma was cautiously developing its power, some forces who were afraid of them had united and made troubles everywhere.No matter how clever the demon fox is, it can't resist such a joint run.

The death of the night bird this time is an example.The deputy leader died, and the power of the bandit group was greatly weakened.

Knowing that Zangma no longer has the energy to manage the post-war resettlement.Yukimura, who was still wounded on his shoulder, gripped the handle of the knife, hiding all the grief in the depths of his pupils, and then forced himself to resettle the injured subordinates.In the dark castle hall, there were monsters lying on the ground moaning one after another. Accompanied by some small voices of questioning, Yukimura felt his eardrums twitching and his headache was splitting, but he still smiled and faced his subordinates one by one, arranging the spoils.

The Minotaur is now the team leader, he is very concerned about Yukimura, and whispered to him: "Master Yuan, you should go and rest for a while..."

"No, in the past these were the night bird's business." After saying this, Yukimura clenched his fingers tightly and spat out the following words with difficulty. "Now that there are no monsters to take care of, I have to take care of it temporarily." Only then can Kurama have some time to calm down.

Some doubts about the demon fox are getting louder.

"It is said that Kurama-sama didn't care about Night Bird-sama and escaped like this. Is the leader who only cares about his own life really good for us?"

"But Master Zangma led us to create so many brilliance in the past."

"That was before, now..."

The more I listened, the angrier I became in my heart, but my face remained calm.Yukimura knew that once the seeds of doubt were planted, it would be difficult to uproot them. All he could do was try his best to maintain calm.

Until I heard this sentence.

"...It is said that Kurama-sama cut off the necklace of Lord Night Bird and asked him to go back to pick it up, which led to Lord Night Bird's death..."

There was no wind in the sleeve robe, and Yukimura's originally peaceful eyes suddenly turbulent. With his right hand resting on the handle of the knife, he drew the knife beautifully, and the blade directly cut a deep hole in the wall.From the top of the second floor to the ground, the cut surface is neat and flat.What a terrifying ability to manipulate demon power.

"Who said that sentence just now? Who said that it was Zangma that caused the death of the night bird, come out and repeat it completely in front of me!"

The audience was silent.The whispers of some monsters disappeared immediately, and the audience fell silent, and went to collect the spoils and medicines one by one.Some boldly glanced at the slender and tall figure of the blue-purple haired boy, then silently suppressed some questions in his throat.

"Don't let me hear such doubts again, or I will be punished as treason!" Yukimura scolded coldly. "Next, go to the reserve team to receive rewards according to the number of enemies killed, and get [-] lashes for those who escaped. You can act freely as a group and don't cause trouble in the name of the bandit group. If you understand the above rules, disband."

Then, Yukimura turned around and walked out of this oppressive place with a lonely back.

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No one knows the sadness and fear of walking alone in an unfamiliar world.Ever since I learned that I was suffering from a difficult disease suspected of acute radiculitis, it was a lie to say that I would be strong enough to be unwavering. After lying on the operating table due to sudden deterioration, I found myself existing in the end of the Tokugawa period after opening my eyes. For Okita Souji, hundreds of years have passed since that time, and he fell into despair again.

Tuberculosis was a terminal illness at that time.Okita Souji is destined to die young.

Living in fear of ending his life at the age of 24, and living in troubled times, he can only practice kendo desperately.Joining the Shinsengumi was also forced out of nowhere.Unexpectedly, he was there and found the so-called warmth, which gave his soul a little comfort.

Death is inevitable.He lived another 100 years in Jinglingting, and was exiled as a heretic. Only a few close friends never left him. Accompanying him was only Kaga Kiyomitsu, and the power that brought him misfortune but protected his life.

But in the Demon Realm, he actually found his own place in such a cold and rigid survival rule. The proud and indifferent demon fox took the lead in reaching out to him, and the night bird has been encouraging and enlightening him with words and eyes.

Sometimes, there really is such a feeling [of real belonging].

"Are these so-called companions really what I originally wanted to protect?" Yukimura couldn't help questioning himself.The companions who followed died in battle one after another. After all, this is a killing ground where the old and the new are replaced very quickly.The rest of the new blood are all ambitious, joining with selfishness because of the name of Demon Fox and Tibetan Horse.

Not only is the erosion from the outside gradually approaching, but the regiment is also beginning to decay.

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There are rarely such cold moon nights in the Demon Realm.The darkness in the sky is pure and mysterious, as if it would drag people into another world. Faint clouds float above the darkness, like a white gauze covering it.Sitting alone on the city wall with one leg bent, the back of the silver-haired monster pouring wine into his mouth was straight, as if no setbacks could make him succumb.But it makes people feel—that is the sadness of secretly weeping blood.

Maybe he would scoff at using this word to describe the fox and the horse.

In the life of the demon fox Tibetan horse, there is no love or hatred, joy or sadness for anyone.

But he couldn't explain why he sat alone on the city wall looking at the eternal forest, bathed in the cold light of the moon, and lowered his eyelids like nostalgia.Slightly shake the remaining mead in the jug, which should be the person's favorite drink.

There seems to be someone's shadow under the city.

The slanting light of the moon shrouded the young man in the dark blue robe, his long blue-purple hair was tied behind his head, and his exposed skin was glowing with a touch of pearly white, as clear as melting into the moonlight.A pure black sword with engraved patterns is pinned to his waist, and his slender figure is unique and independent.He was looking up at the Tibetan horse on the city wall with his head raised, and with a slight arc of his lips, he said to him, "Master Tibetan horse, are you still awake? Can I come up?"

The sound is also soft.

The acquiescing demon fox threw the jug in his hand to him, he caught it with a chuckle, and took a big gulp to his mouth, only to choke and cough.The wine was so strong that it almost burned from the esophagus to the stomach.

Seemingly amused by his reaction, Yaohu twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled.

A little dissatisfied, Shunpo went to the wall, and then sat down next to his boss.His hands shivered when they touched the cold stone bricks, but he didn't say anything when he saw that Zangma was afraid of the cold.

"Is everything settled?"

"Ah."

"You can do his work in the future." Kurama said lightly. "Now I can only trust the subordinates who have been trained by myself."

"Can't the crow directly report to the captain?"

"There is more than loyalty, but not enough strength."

"Your trust in me...is based on a contract."

"Tobi, if there is no contract, I also believe that you will not betray." Kurama finally said something that had not been said in 400 years.He never used the word trust casually, even for the Night Bird who had been with him for so many years, he only said it once.

Suddenly feeling a little suffocated, Yukimura narrowed his eyes and asked softly: "Why? For 400 years, you have never touched the contract. Even if I sometimes don't listen to you, you are superficial punishment; even if I make a mistake in judgment, it is my fault." Reaping the consequences, as a master, you don't need to take care of my life or death, it's just a subordinate you've cultivated with your own hands, death just means that I'm not capable enough, why do you have to do this?"

"Tell me, Kurama."

"Heh..." The demon fox suddenly laughed softly when he heard this address. "You're not called an adult anymore? Kite."

"Zangma, don't be joking."

"It's rare that I'm in the mood to answer you seriously." The cold and arrogant Yaohu slightly let go of the hostility in his bones, and the alcohol dissolved some of the ice edges in his bright golden eyes, and smoothed out his arrogant temper a little.Maybe the death of his best friend made him a little out of control, so he said: "I am willing, I always like to do what I like. Moreover, you have the talent to be a leader"

"...If I die, you will be the next leader."

Suddenly bearing such a heavy burden, Yukimura, who was questioning whether he should protect him just now, changed his expression.He said, "Are you dead...? Why..."

"I used to think he wouldn't die." It was difficult to say the name of the night bird, the white clothes of the demon fox fluttered in the wind, but there was a strange loneliness. "Even Lei Chan, who has controlled the demon world for more than a thousand years, will die one day, let alone us."

"So, please don't die, Tobi."

Suddenly, a strange feeling spread in his chest, suppressing his words.

Yukimura was silent for a long time, and then said: "I will not die, before you die, I will not die."

It seemed to be the most powerful promise, Kurama raised the corners of his mouth after hearing it.

As if exhausting all his strength to make such a promise, Yukimura panted slightly and lowered his eyes.Kurama patted his head, unbelievably gentle.

"The moonlight is very good, and I can't appreciate it on weekdays." Manipulating the plants, he took out something similar to bamboo slices.Zangma played with him and asked the boy next to him looking up at the bright moon. "Can you play the flute?"

"Learned a little..." During the incredible but short days in Jingling Court, he said that he wanted to show off his talents while hooking his shoulders, and he even specifically asked Bai Zai, who was born in a noble family, for advice.The gentle melody that had been forgotten in the long river of time was clearly reflected in my mind at this moment.

He took the bamboo piece and slowly chiseled it with a small dagger that he carried with him to make a rough bamboo flute.

Yukimura's slender fingers were not very flexible at first, and he couldn't catch the rhythm intermittently, but the song seemed to be engraved in his memory and could not be erased, so it gradually flowed out like a spring.Warm, gentle and full of nostalgia.

"...Dedicated to the Night Bird."

Memories of distant places and memories of fighting are all buried in silent dreams.The glass on the fingertips is fragile and fragile, the streamer in the sky is fleeting, and the only thing that can be missed is a piece of black crow feather.

Blow to the end of the song.

Zangma suddenly pulled him into his arms, stroked the back of his head with one hand, and said slowly: "If there is a day when you really want to die, then die in my arms."

The author has something to say: sent out another bento, since everyone is looking forward to the chapter where Kurama and the master go to school together, I will speed up the progress.In two days at most, I will finish writing the Demon World chapter and enter the daily chapter.

After all, it's hard to gain favorability, really...

If you feel that the relationship progress is abrupt, please let me know, so I can modify it.The Tibetan horse in my writing may be somewhat different from the demon fox in FJ's writing, because Huang Quan's evaluation of him is "cold-blooded and cruel". I think that since he has a cold-blooded and cruel side, he will not be indifferent to the death of the night bird. , for their hard work, the thieves group will not cherish it, if it is such a leader, no one is willing to follow.

Of course, in the Demon World chapter, Kurama will not have such feelings as "love".Because I think as a demon fox, falling in love with someone is the most dangerous.But being Nanye Shuichi is different, and he will have a lot less scruples.So the daily articles are sprinkling sugar, my dears.

Ling, the thieves group is in danger, which is also deeply related to the ending of the Demon World.

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