Devil Gaiden

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Sweating profusely, with two eyeballs spinning wildly in his eye sockets, Yinsang, whose brain has been invaded by surreal imaginary scenes, finally mustered up the courage to pull a round unknown object out of the girl's quilt He came out and lifted it directly above his head.

The first thing that catches the eye is the lightning-like long tail hanging from between the fingers, followed by two small yellow and tender buttocks, lazily rubbing against his palm.

Sure enough, it is impossible to break off the two halves casually like a steamed bun.

"Pika?" Stretching long, Pikachu raised his short, fat hands and rubbed his sleepy eyes. His black eyes slowly opened, and he suddenly found himself far away from the warm quilt. He shivered belatedly, and then struggled violently in the hands of the curly-haired boy.

"Even if you are sacrificing your appearance and giving away free benefits like this, I will not be shaken by Yin-sang." Looking at Pikachu who was still rubbing his small butt against his palm vigorously, the silver natural curly hair was calmly picking his nostrils, and Pikachu was terrified. With a look of disdain and disdain, he casually wiped something dirty on the shiny and smooth fur.

"Pika, Pika! Pikachu!" Stretching out his hands for help towards his master's unmovable body, Pikachu began to scream miserably.

"Hey, are you a male or a female? You keep screaming when you encounter such a trivial matter." Raising his hand and rubbing Pikachu's chubby body a few times, the rogue Yinsang taught: "You have to Even if you roll around in the rubbish heap without compromising your composure, if you panic so easily, you will easily fail to get a girlfriend. Now I will teach you from my own experience that men have to learn to keep silent most of the time!"

I suddenly stuffed Pikachu into my bed, and put it on the back of the waist to the pillow. I wanted to suppress Pikachu's call for help with the weight of the unscrupulous natural roll that was submerged in the invisible, and then it was like lying on a trampoline. It was pushed up and down directly under the quilt.

"Pikachu, just bear it a little longer. Soon, you will be embraced by the warm darkness. At that time, you can feel unprecedented relief!"

That is clearly the darkness of the Desperate Abyss...

At the end when his consciousness gradually became blurred, his limbs twitched a few times, and Pikachu seemed to see a ray of light in the dark world...Mother Leiqiu was standing in the sea of ​​flowers, smiling and waving at it...

"Oh, it's finally quiet." Pulling the dying yellow demon out from under his waist, the curly-haired boy put it as a cushion under his feet again in line with the values ​​of making the best use of everything.

Well, it should be fine now, right?just let him continue...

"Ah!" The super-powerful sound waves pierced through the eardrum, and the shrill voice made the hairs stand on end.

how?Is this cunning little thing cheating death?

Jumping out of the quilt, Yinshi kicked his quilt away.The poor little fellow who suffered repeated bad luck was still lying on the spot in a coma.

If you think about it carefully now, the sound is not right.It was a scream of a woman.

While thinking about it, the sound of chaotic and anxious running came quickly, approaching the bedroom where he and Haijiang lived, accompanied by continuous high-pitched screams, and under the cold moonlight, a woman's staggered back flashed in front of her. Gong Fenmei's washi paper sliding door.

It's just that the posture that has always been difficult to balance seems a little unnatural, and I always feel that something is missing.

Concentrating his eyebrows carefully, and quickly outlined the line of the black shadow with his gaze, Yinshi suddenly noticed that on the left side of the comer's body, the place where the left forearm should extend was obviously missing.

Putting on the kimono, Gintoki took a few steps closer, so that he could see more clearly, the figure half leaning against the door door, desperately panting, the sound of disordered breathing mixed with the sound of dripping blood.

Her body, weakened by blood loss, was exhausted after running in a hurry, and the illusory sense of security brought about by the momentary silence, as well as extreme fatigue, both made her steps sluggish, making her want to take a little rest.

However, the crisis lurking in the dark night spread to her again.

At the corner of the promenade, I caught a glimpse of the murderous figure like a ghost again. The injured maid's legs gave way, and she immediately ran away rolling and crawling.

"Pity, pity! You, you... this, this is to..." This is the voice of Master Sakurada. At this time, it lacks the usual feeling of arrogance, and instead, it emerges from the words that cannot be connected into a sentence A deep sense of fear.

At the last moment of his life, the old man who always had a stiff face, his expression softened completely, his eyes flinched, and he didn't even have the chance to finish his stammering sentences.

The demon knife danced lightly, and his head fell to the ground.

The headless corpse collapsed limply in the corner of the wall, and the bright red blood sprayed and scattered, splashing on the washi paper, as if drawing falling petals.

The young man bowed his head and stood quietly in the desolate moonlight, his thin figure was soaked in blood red, condensed into thick filth that could not be washed off.

Haha, that hateful old man who was always nagging at him has finally shut up for good.What had he called this guy before?Oh, it's father.Is there anything special about this word?Aren't things like father just like those useless trash, whose corpses are lying on the ground now.

Stepping on the head covered with gray hair, Sakurada's soles vigorously ground the disgusting face, and a nervous whisper sounded from his mouth.

"Father, didn't you say that only those with real strength are qualified to stand on top of others. You see, I can already trample your noble head under my feet. You should do it for your son Feel proud." With force under his feet, Sakurada let out a low laugh when he heard the crisp sound of bone cracking, and kicked his bloody head hard.

"Even if it's late at night, you're acting bloody too much, young master." Gintoki opened the paper door and stepped out of the bedroom with a lazy tone, looked around at the miserable situation around him, and stood directly in front of Sakurada.

He had known about this young master Sakurada's anomaly earlier, but he never expected that the other party would go off track so quickly...

And behind the silver natural curly hair, followed by Haijiang who had already put on his clothes at some point, holding "Bai Ji" in his right hand.

"It's just in time, Ms. Haijiang. These appetizers are really not enough, no matter how much I fall down, it will only make me feel more empty. Thinking about it, only you, the holder of the 'Bai Ji', can satisfy me." Sight When he crossed Ginshi, his eyes were chaotic and empty, Sakurada bared his teeth and smiled. His white teeth reminded people of the fangs of a wild beast, and he already showed madness with his grinning face.

In Sakurada's eyes, the so-called appearance is no longer important. Regardless of men, women, old or young, isn't everything a prey that can be slaughtered at will?

Now, the prey he desires the most is in front of him.

"Draw your sword, let's fight with our lives, and see who is better between 'Ghost Assistant' and 'Bai Ji'!"

"Heh, in my opinion, the difference between good and bad is clear at a glance." When handing over the "Bai Ji" in his hand to Yin, Hai Jiang leaned against the wall leisurely, assuming a posture of watching from the sidelines.

"The so-called demon swords can basically be divided into two categories. One is to look for strong men. The more tenacious and unyielding the soul is, the more they like it. The two sides will start a game of will to confront each other, and go to the miserable battlefield together. Constantly sharpen yourself. Only the strong are the ones who can accompany it." He raised his chin at Yinshi who had pulled out "Bai Ji" from the scabbard, and Haijiang said in a sarcasm: "If you say this , you will understand, you who were resisted by 'Bai Ji' before, are a weak person through and through!"

The light silver eyes narrowed happily, and there was a malicious ridicule in them.

What a good clown, obviously a character who is weak both mentally and physically, but just because he has a good tool, he thinks he is the best in the world.Such a guy, if the cruel reality is placed in front of him, that unbelievable look of despair... Hehe...

"Impossible, the weak or something... I am no longer the sick and weak person I used to be with the 'Onisuke', how can it be..." Shaking his head, Sakurada couldn't even hold the knife handle steadily.

"I haven't finished yet. The other kind of demon knife likes to look for those guys with fragile hearts and very easy to control, and then parasitize them from the depths of their hearts, sucking the energy of flesh and blood, and draining their lives early. As a price for exerting extraordinary force. I said, Master Sakurada, tonight, you should be almost done."

"Nonsense! I..." His throat was sweet, and he choked out a mouthful of blood. His eyes widened instantly, staring blankly at the dark red blood stains splashed on the ground, which were still mixed with pieces of internal organs.

His footsteps were sloppy, his vision was blurred, and the sudden burst of severe pain tore through his whole body. Even so, he wobbled and couldn't even hold a knife.

It is already hard to tell whether it is the will of "Ghost Assistant" or his last pitiful persistence.

Standing up the blade, Gintoki stared at Sakurada who was still struggling with a trapped beast, with a calm and indifferent expression.

"Master, let me tell you, the arrogant young lady in my hand is not comparable to that wretched character on your side who only bullies the weak. Violent and arrogant, I am the only one who dominates, the ringing blade tells Me these. If you don't mind, let me translate it casually. The lady 'Bai Ji' is very angry, she was actually taken by her classmate 'Ghost Assistant'