Sente Eiji's Black Friday

25 years old.

...that doesn't matter.

I thought casually, walked up to Yan Sheng with a knife, and looked down at his face indifferently.

"How ugly."

A knife was stabbed into his eyeball with "one", and I couldn't help laughing mockingly when I heard the muffled groan in Yan Sheng's throat: "You are actually one of the top strings, Yan Sheng. On the ghost side It's a good mix."

The pitch-black blade stirred slightly, and I turned a deaf ear to the mourning in my ears, and the arc of my lips couldn't help but widen, "I haven't seen you for a long time, before we talk about other things, should we catch up on the old days? —— Back then You wiped out my Chaocang Manmen, does this make you very proud, huh?"

"Do not……"

"Is it because of this disgusting achievement that Onimai Tsuji made you number one? He must be very satisfied with you, right? Haha, otherwise, why did you send me to attack my family again this time?"

"Asakura, my lord...please wait a moment..."

"Who gave you the guts to interrupt when I was talking!"

Impatiently, I cut off half of his head with a knife, and in a blink of an eye I saw that his two arms had grown out, and I cut him off twice, and said in a mocking tone: "Why, I am going to grow arms Come to resist me? Is it possible that you plan to hack me to death this time?"

"No..." Yan Sheng denied it subconsciously, but then remembered my order of "no interruptions" just now, and suddenly became tongue-tied, not knowing whether to answer or not.

But he didn't answer, I naturally understood what he meant, and couldn't help sneering: "You really didn't intend to kill me, you just planned to kill my sister and step-son, didn't you? -Answer my question! Did it More than 400 years of ghosts, have you even degenerated your brain?"

The upper half of Yan Sheng's face gradually grew back. He was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "The lord... ordered me to catch Lingmei back, and transform him into a ghost—"

I slashed his face and lips with a knife.

"Okay, you don't have to say any more."

I looked down at him indifferently, feeling bored from the bottom of my heart.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mucan, that sick-brained idiot, does he really think that he can get me by doing this?Who gave him such a bad idea?Or has he lived so long that he has developed Alzheimer's?

Make people angry.

"Is that guy watching now?" I frowned impatiently, but my tone became calmer and indifferent, without showing any emotion.

Hearing this, Yan Sheng finally got his mouth back together, and shook his head quietly: "You... didn't call him..."

I pondered for a while, suddenly thought of something, and looked him over carefully in a blink of an eye.

I didn't notice it just now when I was immersed in anger and exuded coercion and aura subconsciously, but once I calmed down, I found that Yan Sheng's attitude was too tame since I appeared.

Leaving aside the matter of being cut in half by me, lying on the ground in embarrassment and looking up at me, I even cut off my arms twice, scratched my face with a knife, and made verbal sarcasm and ridicule. He didn't show the slightest sign of anger.

is this normal?He has served Wu Mi for more than 400 years. Even if he is not completely loyal to Wu Mi, at least he has a "deep friendship" than me, the former master, right?

Or is there some kind of conspiracy?

I turned my head to look at Kanae and Shiya, and found that they were still lying in the distance, and there was no abnormality around them.

I turned back to look at Yan Sheng, and noticed that he had been in a state of losing his arms after being scolded by me, and even closed the two pairs of extra eyes that I evaluated as "ugly", looking down. Quietly looking at the ground under my feet, without any intention of getting up and fighting back.

His regrown black hair was scattered over his shoulders, and there was still blood on his cheeks. He looked a bit embarrassed, but he was still obedient.

I don't know why, but his appearance somehow makes me feel a little familiar... Ah, maybe it's because of Yuanyi, I've seen Yuanyi with loose hair and shed tears in my arms with blurred eyes.

The brothers did look alike, and were strikingly similar in some ways—such as the way a man looked.

... Then, Yan Sheng became weird, is it because of this?

I looked at Yan Sheng without saying a word for a while, then slowly knelt down and pinched his chin, forcing him to look up at me.

He didn't resist, but looked at me in surprise, then stared into my eyes quickly and became startled.

Heh...how ridiculous.

Instantly understood, I narrowed my eyes imperceptibly, feeling ironic in my heart.

No wonder this guy was able to go to Wu Mi, no wonder he wiped out Asakura Manmen... In the final analysis, these two guys are the same breed, they both use whatever means to achieve their goals and forcibly interpret the brutal and ugly possessive desire as "love" Rubbish.

But it would be easier to do so.

I gently pulled the corner of my lips, pressed my thumb on Yan Sheng's lower lip, and gently pried his mouth open, while asking casually, "What about you?"

"Wh, what...?" Yan Sheng's expression became obviously stunned, his eyes widened and he looked at me unresponsively, but his mouth opened unconsciously following my movements, and when my fingers went in, he couldn't stop. He held his breath nervously.

"I mean, did you tell him about my being here?" I asked softly without any emotion, and I slowly stroked his sharp ghost teeth with my fingers. Send lightly, "If you tell me, just wink at me."

"Hmm..." Yan Sheng's lips trembled slightly, and his eyes stared at me unblinkingly, the eyes were so hot that it was shocking.

I waited for a while but couldn't wait for him to blink, so I couldn't help raising my eyebrows: "No? Really? You can't lie to me, right?"

Yan Sheng wanted to shake his head reflexively, but the next second he stopped stiffly because of my fingers, and continued to stare at me intently.

I looked at him for a while, then slowly smiled.

"Hey, Yan Sheng..."

I leaned over and slowly approached him, my drooping eyes met his dilated pupils at close range, and my voice became lower and lower: "...Are you still loyal to me?"

——Am I still loyal to Asakura Eiji?

Ji Guoyan Sheng asked himself this question.

Almost immediately, a certain, willing emotion came over him, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.The urgency and ecstasy that burst out from the depths of his heart almost surprised Yan Sheng himself, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel confused.

Because of his affection for Asakura Eiji, but he was taken away by Wu Mi-sama on the day he became a ghost.

From that day on, he had no memory of getting along with a god-like, arrogant and handsome daimyo, but he didn't have the slightest admiration for him, so he was able to follow the order of Lord Wu Mi, and ruthlessly killed the entire family of the Asakura clan.

How deep can it be if there are memories but no emotional bonds? —— Yan Sheng and even Wu Mi think so.

Besides, that memory is only a short period of more than twenty years, not to mention that because Yan Sheng knew Wu Mi's thoughts, he consciously never recalled this memory in the more than 400 years after he became a ghost. It's already faded and blurred...

It should be so.

Ji Guoyan Sheng looked up at the blue-haired young man in the night. When he met his unfathomable eyes like the deep sea, his breathing, which had been steady for 400 years, couldn't help becoming disordered, a strange yet familiar feeling Complicated feelings flooded his heart, making him unable to hold back the astringency of his tongue.

He felt a sharp turmoil in his mind that he hadn't felt in hundreds of years.

How unbelievable, the moment he met those eyes, the memories that he thought he had forgotten all rushed towards him like a flood that opened the gate——

He thought of the radiant and flawless smile on his noble son's face when he met his noble son for the first time when he was young;

I remembered the happy and trusting look of the little child when he reached out to him and said, "From today on, Yan Sheng is my warrior";

Thinking of the days and nights with the other party, the heartfelt admiration when kneeling at the other party's feet, watching with his own eyes the honor when he was conferred under the scorching sun and became a noble daimyo, pure loyalty mixed with admiration The sweet and sour embarrassment of infatuation...

So many distant memories rushed to him all at once, making Jiguo Yansheng's body tremble slightly uncontrollably, his eyeballs, which had been dry for 400 years, swelled up and down, and his throat seemed to be blocked with a sponge.

——It turned out that those memories that he thought he had long forgotten were so important to him that he still clearly remembered every bit of getting along with Asakura Eiji, and remembered everything related to each other. Remember every word he said to himself.

Even after 400 years, these memories are still fresh and bright, and they left such a deep impression on Yan Sheng that he can easily recall Asakura Eiji's tone and demeanor, even the ends of the other party's hair. Every detail is clearly visible.

As a matter of course, deep emotions follow with memories, even more unforgettable than the love of 400 years ago.

——Because now, this love is mixed with guilt that seems to be able to eat away at Yan Sheng's heart, and the desire for monopoly that burns like a raging flame.

The young man who has turned into a ghost feels the touch of Eiji Hu Die's hand gently rubbing against his cold skin, his body can't help but tremble with excitement, and he can't help but want to bite off the opponent's finger... No, A strong desire to swallow the other person whole.

But no, no... this is his Asakura-sama, how could he do this to his god...

...Ah, Asakura-sama's hand is touching him.

A certain dark corner of the heart is like a bottomless pit, and the slight touch and the breath of the beloved are close at hand, but they just stay in the most superficial place.

Clear saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth at some point, such a hungry and thirsty ugliness made Jiguo Yansheng's ears swell red like a human being, but he couldn't help himself to lift his body, approaching Eiji like a pilgrim finger.

"I... am still loyal to you..."

He is so insane, but at the same time he said very piously.

Hu Dieyinger stared at him calmly for a while, then suddenly smiled mysteriously.

"In that case, I'll give you a little reward."

He said lightly and tolerantly, stretched out his skinny fingers like bamboo, lightly touched Yan Sheng's fangs, and then frivolously clamped the tip of his tongue that was constantly trembling.

"Woo...!!"

Ji Guo Yan Sheng trembled as if he had been hit by an electric current.

There was a vague whimper in his throat, like a loyal dog that had been starving for a long time, he spontaneously wrapped around the young man's fingers, and sucked them vigorously, crazily and hungrily.

——Ah...the smell of flesh mixed with the smell of rust...the flow of blood, the sweet smell...it is the blood and flesh of Asakura-sama, how wonderful, how wonderful...ahhh, I really want to bite, I really want to bite, I really want to...!

"If you dare to bite me, then I will let you know what life is worse than death?"

A smiling threat sounded close at hand, and Ji Guoyan Sheng didn't even have time to answer, he just nodded hastily, but his face couldn't help revealing a look of joy and encouragement, obsessed and intoxicated with the words that came into his mouth. Licking and sucking with fingers, almost crying with joy because of such a "reward".

One more slender finger was added, and the human warmth was wrapped in the evil ghost's soft mouth, constantly stirring his soft tongue wantonly, or roughly stabbing him into his throat, forcing Ji Guoyan Sheng to keep screaming physiologically. Sexual retching, but more and more exaggerated excited gasps leaked from his nasal cavity, unbearable tears appeared in his eyes, and the exposed skin was red and hot.

The sweet blood was swallowed by him continuously.

Breathing has become cumbersome, the man's face is filled with an emotional blush, saliva is dripping down his chin, and the blasphemous self-loathing can't be restrained in his heart, as well as the strange excitement and satisfaction generated by it.

The insatiable nature collides in his body, the collision of instinct and love, the resulting impatience and struggle are vividly expressed on Yan Sheng's face, almost making him look a little hideous.

Finally, unbearable tears fell down, and Jiguo Yansheng wept in defeat, almost begging, "Asakura, my lord..."

——Ah, I can't bear it, how can I continue to endure it... The blood of the beloved is so delicious, it is simply a supreme delicacy, compared with the food of the past 400 years, it is simply unpalatable dross...

Please give him more blood...please...please...please not just to this extent...

"Do you still want to?"

The finger in his mouth was suddenly pulled out mercilessly, Ji Guoyan Sheng's eyes widened, and at that moment he couldn't bear the ghost's nature anymore, he growled his arms and rushed over.

In the next second, he was stabbed through the neck with a knife and nailed to the ground.

The blue-haired young man looked down at him indifferently, and the wound on his finger healed in the blink of an eye, making him unable to even smell the smell of blood.

"Ah, ah...please don't do this...Master Asakura..." Ji Guoyan Sheng wept unbearably, digging deeply into the ground with his five fingers.

But even though he was crying, his eyes were still red with desire, staring straight at Eiji with terrifying hunger, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

Hu Dieyinger indifferently took a panoramic view of his ugly appearance begging for food. After a while, she slowly bent down and asked again under Yan Sheng's red-eyed gaze: "Do you still want to?"

Ji Guo Yan Sheng's eyes lit up with astonishing light, and he nodded almost in a panic, for fear that he would not understand what he meant.

Tears kept dripping from his eyes, he stared deeply at Hu Die Eiji, and almost made a humble prayer from the lowly mud: "Please allow...Master Asakura...Please give me more ...more blood...!"

Dignity was completely lost at this moment, and all psychological defenses were completely defeated in front of the ghost's instinct. Ji Guoyan Sheng broke down and shed tears while muttering ugly prayers.

Lord Asakura, his Lord Asakura...

——For you, he is willing to do anything.

"it is good."

After what seemed like a century, the people above finally let out the sounds of nature.

He stretched out his hand to the embarrassed Yan Sheng, with a mysterious and elusive smile on the corner of his lips.

"Again, use it for me, Yan Sheng."