[Comprehensive] Legend of the Son of God

In the long and hazy rain, the new leaves are carefully washed, revealing a bright color.The surrounding houses were quiet and silent, and there were few people in the rain alley, only the figure of a young boy walking slowly in the rain was clear.

He stretched out his hand to catch some rain and dew, and the rain flowed down his face, leaving traces of tenderness.

Not long after, he was already standing at the door of the house, but he didn't go in.It was pitch black inside.

Yukimura Seiichi's coat was wet from the rain, and it was tightly attached to the contours of his body. The cold rainwater flowed into his neck along the neckline. He turned his face and looked at it. The house with the Nanye nameplate hanging on the opposite side was pitch black.

"Are you still not here?" Yukimura murmured with a disappointed sigh.After the Holy Grail War, he returned to Kanagawa as soon as he recovered, but he was stuck in a typhoon and returned home without rain gear.He wrapped himself in his clothes and felt cold all over his body.

Suddenly, I really wanted to see Kurama's face.

"What are you expecting?" Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

Standing quietly in the rain alley, the demon fox in white raised the umbrella in his hand, revealing half of his face.The extreme beauty almost made anyone who saw him hold his breath in amazement. The smooth and explosive body ridges were perfect, and the white clothes soaked in water vapor were attached to the white skin, and the pure white was dazzling.

"It's really messy. It's obviously a serious illness and it's raining like this." After finishing speaking, an umbrella covered a small sky for him.

The handsome silver-haired demon fox who appeared here at some time still had a faint expression on his handsome face, as if he hadn't waited long.

"Why are you here?"

"It is said that when you come back today, I will say hello and leave first after the affairs of the devil world have been dealt with ahead of schedule." He frowned at this point. "There is a typhoon today, won't you delay your return for another day?"

He used the word 'come back'.

It seems that it is taken for granted that the meaning of returning is to come to him.

Yukimura Seiichi slightly clenched his fist hidden in the sleeve of his white shirt, almost embedded in his flesh.He struggled a few times and finally didn't ask any questions. He was dripping with blood from the spike-like cuts, but he didn't want to mention it again.

"It's nothing, I just want to go home suddenly."

The sound of the rain gradually increased.

The ticking rain fell on the ground that had already accumulated a layer of water, causing ripples.The water splashed every step of the way brings a string of water splashes on the trousers.

"Auntie Midai told me that they will not go home today, and let you stay with me overnight."

Yukimura, whose eyes were filled with emotion, remained silent in the end.

The sky was gloomy and cloudy, maybe a typhoon was coming soon, so the doors of every house were closed.There are almost no people who walk outside.Zangma first entered the house he had just bought, turned on the light, and there were two pairs of slippers in the entrance.

Seemingly aware of the meaning of the two pairs of slippers, Yukimura pursed his lips.

"Come in." Kurama, who turned back to Minano Shuichi at home, turned to look at him, and then said gently and calmly.

"……I see."

"Give me the coat, go take a shower first." Seemingly displeased with his self-abuse in the rain, the red-haired boy picked up a new set of towels from the cupboard and handed him a new set, then pushed him into the bathroom.

The young man with green eyes revealing a wisdom and sharpness beyond the reach of human beings pushed him in decisively, and then closed the door.Hearing the sound of water coming from inside after a while of silence, the eyes of the young man leaning against the door reflected the confusion of life and death.

He didn't know whether Nozomi wanted Yukimura Seiichi to remember the past.

Sometimes the choice is very harsh and cruel, neither the chooser nor the chosen person has the right to regret.

In fact, for the demon fox Tibetan horse, there is no reason for hating others.Because he basically didn't care about anything very much, it was like a precision machine, planning the next steps very precisely.No emotion could interfere with the workings of his mind.

It's just that the things he's been operating for 500 years are so destroyed, which fills him with a huge sense of emptiness.In the past, he would never look back at the undead trampled under his feet, but during these days of merging with humans, he learned what guilt is, what it is to care, and what it is to love.Being so deeply affected, he also understands what waiting is.

When regurgitating the memories of the time alone, he clearly understood what he once had and what he lost.

The sound of water gradually stopped.

Yukimura, who temporarily borrowed Kurama's yukata, wiped his frizzy hair, and then sneezed uncontrollably.

Kurama, who was sitting on the sofa without turning on the light, stretched his arms and looked out the window at the darkness.The typhoon that made landfall off the coast of Kanagawa blew the leaves rustling and the branches were blown aside.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" The soft tone was the same as back then.

"I'm used to it. Since my mother died, I have basically lived alone."

"It's really serious to be affected by human emotions." Yukimura closed his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Oh, Yusuke also said something similar." Hearing that, Kurama smiled lightly. "It's not my style to give your life for others. When using the Dark Mirror, he rushed up like that regardless, and taught me, 'If you die, do you want to see your mother cry'."

Yukimura looked at the red-haired boy who stood up and slowly approached him in astonishment.His every move is exceptionally well-cultivated, like a gentle and aristocratic son who walks out of ink and wash.It's just that a certain quiet and dangerous atmosphere slowly diffused.In the darkness, he couldn't see Tibetan horse's expression clearly, so he could only stiffen his limbs.

"Zangma, what do you want to do..."

The rest of the words were swallowed between matted lips.

This is a very quiet kiss, without any lust, but as sacred as an exchange contract.Because Tibetan horses are accompanied by plants all the year round, they have a faint fragrance of roses on their bodies, which has an irresistible allure.His hand clasped the back of Yukimura's head, inserted into the soft hair, and then licked his lips little by little.

There was lightning and thunder outside the house, and the flashing lightning made the faces of the two teenagers who were kissing in the dark room pale, and there was actually a kind of pain.The past that was suppressed in time and cannot be mentioned is always a wound on the heart, even if they draw warmth from each other, they cannot withstand the coldness.

Even though Kurama didn't know that the boy in front of him had remembered that period of the past, he still felt a bone-chilling coldness in such a warm entanglement.

Yukimura, who was so strongly induced, did not resist, and his devotion was far deeper and more intense than love. 500 years of companionship and mutual warmth are enough for him to love someone so deeply.

There is a soft sofa behind her.The head was pressed on the sofa, and the bathrobe was ripped off to expose the collarbone. In the irrelevant darkness, any violation would make the body tremble sensitively.The fragile neck is exposed between the lips and teeth of others without resistance, and a life can be ended as long as it is bitten down.

Kuramamo wiped Yukimura's ear, and the base of his ear burned with just a little force.Hearing his heavy breathing, Kurama raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"You like me, Ibi."

"...You saw it."

"It's well covered up."

Yukimura was still holding his rose-red hair with his fingers, heaved a long sigh, and then smiled wryly: "You are sure that I will not resist, is it really a cunning fox?"

"If you say that, I won't deny it." With a slight smile in his eyes, Zang Ma calmly said all the complicated and suppressed things well.

"So this is a confession?"

"What do you think?"

"Then I'd like to ask, how far is your memory sealing?" Kurama asked calmly, keeping his hand on his shoulder.

"I only know the beginning and the process, but there is no end alone."

"Really." Zangma closed his eyes slightly, and sighed in a low voice: "Although it's very cunning to forget those things without authorization and leave the past to me alone, but that's fine."

At least before the real destruction comes, he can pretend to be ignorant and get along with him.No matter how it ends.

After taking the first step carefully, they all hid the most important secret.It's unbelievably peaceful and peaceful to get along with each other in such a dishonest way.

Paper can't hold fire, and one day the mystery will be revealed.

Until then, will the past fall apart.

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I spent the night at Zangma's house yesterday, and the wind blew all night.He was lying on the bed but was plagued by nightmares. It seemed that the purification of the evil in this world also had sequelae. He kept dreaming about the scene of that day, the grim death, the vicious curse and the final fire.

"That guy has become a lot more gentle and considerate since he became a human being." Whether it is the influence of human beings or he is such a person himself, it is just covered by layers of overly thick masks.

The sound of the rain gradually died down, beating on the window lattice.Plants of four seasons are planted in Zangma's yard, and their vitality is very tenacious, even in the ravages of the storm.

Really unable to fall asleep, Yukimura simply put on his clothes and got up in front of the window looking at the yard.The slender cherry blossoms bloomed contrary to the season, which should be a new species spawned by Kurama's demonic power. The crimson petals danced in the rain, and then fell to the ground, forming a thick carpet.

"This is... Sakura?" He remembered the last words he said to him.

—Let the cherry blossoms bloom for me again.

"So, have you always remembered?" After muttering to himself, the slender boy laughed lowly. He opened the window, and the cold wind howled in, dragging in the steamy cherry blossom petals.Bright and fresh, like a dream, he quietly felt its beautiful and fragile life.

Very, very beautiful.

In a trance, I went back to that day and saw the breathtakingly beautiful scenery under the moonlight.Numerous cherry blossoms are competing to open, clusters and branches, so gorgeous.

As always, light his way home.

"...Thank you, Cangma." It seemed that there was some light in the suffocating dream. This faint light was enough to make him no longer indulge in the lightless darkness, and it was also enough for him to live in the world called Demon Fox Cangma. The deep pool is full of mud.

After living for a long time, he likes to go back to his memory, Yukimura thought, maybe it's time for his heart to find a place to dock.

The author has something to say: So this is the stalk of Chapter 24 of the Demon World Chapter, going round and round, they reunited in this world, and then got together.It's just that the master concealed the matter of his memory recovery. On the basis of not piercing through this layer of window paper, the two of them can get along like an old couple (hey

However, once this reality is pierced, who knows where the fate of the two will go in the face of this huge gap?

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I will omit the national competition for the second year of junior high school in August. Anyway, winning is certain. You know, Lihai University has been invincible except for being defeated by Qingxue.

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