Devil Gaiden

She is too clear, and she will no longer be overly persistent.

The silver-eyed demon just keeps pursuing pleasure, which is the best gift that the endless world can give her.

Now, let her have a good time and admire the guy who thinks he is sure of winning, and loses in a hurry.

"Guys, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you play chess with me, you must regard me as the most dangerous monster in the world, and be vigilant everywhere..." With a wave of his hand, this swift movement instantly The three people on the side suddenly became vigilant, and swung their knives across the front.However, the dark shadow flashed by, and upon closer inspection, it was this elusive woman who threw the demon sword in her hand to the distance, and threw it to the group of companions behind her.

"Monsters also have ways of demons, why don't I show you this witchcraft that deviates from the normal way now." Spreading his hands seemingly harmlessly, Haijiang smiled and looked at the battleship flying above the clear sky. "Oh, it's a nice big formation. Let me think, if so many battleships exploded together, what a grand event it would be? Hehe, it must be very beautiful, just like the fireworks set off at a summer fireworks festival Similarly, slowly rising into the sky, the gorgeous flames burst into bloom, and will become the most dazzling fireworks at your grand funeral today."

As soon as the words fell, the dozen or so battleships suddenly stopped in the distance, as if imprisoned by an invisible barrier, or bound and suspended in the air by invisible silk threads.

"If you want to escape, now is the time to give up the stupid plan of destroying the people with lofty ideals, and let me see how you all fled back to your lair with your tails between your legs. If you linger to the back, it will be... so, run away, run away... …Hahaha……"

They laughed heartily, and after a while, under the gaze of those silver eyes, it seemed that there was a hand of a monster that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and these battleships began to turn around and slam into each other at high speed.

Seeing that the momentum was not going well, the three members of the Heavenly Dao Congregation turned back and ran away without any hesitation, and jumped onto the warship that had not yet suffered any damage. They shouted anxiously and ordered to take off quickly and stay away from this place as quickly as possible. .

But a few seconds later, before flying away hundreds of meters away, the continuous booming sound hit the eardrum, the sound wave shook the chest, penetrated from the top of the head to the toes, and the scorching air rushing in from the rear caused the battleship to shake several times. They looked back with lingering fear, only to see the golden-red flames flickering brightly, stinging their eyes, and a huge cloud of gray smoke rose from the ground.

Coughing a few times due to the influx of smoke and dust, the Heavenly Daoists were even more surprised to find that the scope of this chain explosion seemed to be skillfully controlled at a certain location, spreading in one direction, and it was amazing that the remnants in the The celestial and human armies on the ground were all annihilated.

But the people who were not too far away, who should have been in the dangerous area, were not damaged at all, but they let out mournful wailing, stood there in a daze, and looked at the explosion area in disbelief.

Facing the tragic scene before them, they couldn't immediately accept it.

How can that woman who has been one of the supports of her belief for a long time be like this...

Death, they tried their best to avoid this word.

However, for the three people on the battleship who felt that they had survived the catastrophe, they were eager to believe that the ominous monster had been completely turned into burning ashes.

How did she control those battleships in an instant?And with what kind of power of gods and monsters, they even controlled the scope of the explosion?

I can't figure it out, but there should be no need to think about it.

Being in the center of the explosion, and compressing a lot of energy in front of her, she is sure to die.

Only when you think about it like this will you feel a little relieved.

However, at this moment, what can't be lingered in my mind is still that evil smile full of extreme malice...

The author has something to say: Well, the chapter on fighting against the barbarians has come to an end like this...

40 Three meals a day, with dumplings every day, if you can do it, you can think about it more or less

The war against the barbarians is over and defeated, no matter how much blood and sacrifices are paid, it will eventually usher in the endgame.

The next half a year was just like a blurred dream. He dragged his heavy steps like this, wandering in this world like a wandering ghost left over from the war, aimlessly shuttling through the bustling, never-ending world. The crowd heard the wailing of those who lost relatives and friends on the battlefield, and witnessed the sincere smiles of civilians living in peace.

However, all of this seems to be too far away from him.

He had already lost too many people who could cry and laugh with him, and the tearing pain that pierced his heart had accumulated for a long time, but instead made his senses unusually numb.

Even now, he often thinks, if Sakata Gintoki fell in the war against barbarians, maybe it would be better?

In this way, Teacher Songyang will not be lonely, and she will also...

No, thinking about it this way, why do you feel that your eyes are suddenly blurred, and you can't even see the road ahead?And, still wet...

Bit by bit, warm tears rolled down her cheeks, dripped down her sharp chin and onto her knees.

No, this is definitely not such a useless thing as tears!Obviously, he has already decided to leave his dead companion far away on the battlefield. How can Sakata Gintoki, who is just trying to survive, still have such a warm thing?So, it must be that he is sleepy, just wipe it and it will...

Tears, unable to stop, smudged mottled marks on the thin clothing.

The tip of the nose was sore, and the vision became more and more hazy. Everything in front of him seemed to have turned into a world condensed by infinite water mist, which was distorted so that it was hard to see clearly.

hateful!He was just yawning, not crying!

Well, I can't go now, so I might as well stop and rest for a while, and wait until the sleepiness completely subsides.

Rubbing his eyes vigorously with one hand, but only made the eye sockets more red, Yinshi supported the hard stone tablet beside him, and sat down slowly on the sandy and gravel-covered mud floor, leaning his broad back against the back of the tablet.

The cold chill infiltrated from behind and spread deep in the muscles and bones, but the silver-haired warrior was still ignorant, sitting lazily on the spot, looking up at the falling snow.

His whole body has been frozen cold and stiff. Perhaps, apart from being able to breathe and his heart beating, sitting here motionless, he is no different from the dead lying quietly in this cemetery. The difference is that the ancients who have lost their lives will not cry because of the loss of a cherished person...

No, how could he think like that again?No matter what, he has to struggle to survive!

as she puts it...

"I'm sorry, Baiji, I let you bump around with me, an incompetent tramp, and you have to listen to my nagging frequently." Fingertips rubbed the scabbard, recalling that there was a pair of white and greasy hands stroking it. But now, he can't even feel the slightest residual warmth, and he hasn't heard the passionate trembling of the blade for a long time. In the past, the bloodthirsty fierce blade seemed to have fallen into a boundless deep sleep, as if it was also accompanied by the passing old The Lord died together.

"Are you going to be a silent listener all the time? Are you angry that I didn't provide for you like Haijiang? Just be considerate. Right now, I'm starving to the point of death." Looking at him, he was still motionless. "Bai Ji", Yin Shi caressed his empty stomach, the stomach that had been starving for many days was wriggling weakly, making a whine of thirst for food.

Sighing softly, he was wondering whether to take the tribute in front of the tombstone, when suddenly a series of small footsteps came from not far away, and the clogs creaked and crushed the small stones on the road, moving straight forward His pace has a steady rhythm, revealing the inner peace and tranquility of the audience.

It was a 60-year-old mother-in-law. Even if she caught a glimpse of the strange man leaning behind her husband's tombstone, she didn't raise her eyebrows, but continued to approach him calmly.

"Hey, old lady, can I eat that bun? I'm so hungry that I'm going to die." His voice was slightly hoarse, with a strong nasal tone. Even if he was asking for help, Yin Shi's tone didn't sound good, but he also Not annoying.

"This belongs to my husband, you can ask him." Looking at the silver-haired warrior holding the long knife tightly in his arms, Dengshi's mother-in-law couldn't help but recall her husband. On that morning decades ago, he He also stepped onto the battlefield holding his samurai sword tightly, but failed to come back alive after all.

He grabbed the steamed stuffed bun on the plate and started to gobble it up. After chewing with puffed cheeks for a while, Yinshi said vaguely, "How can a dead man talk, but I made a promise on my own." After swallowing the last bite of steamed stuffed bun, he lifted his Rolling up his sleeves, he casually rubbed his lips. "I will never forget this kindness, so from now on, I will replace him and take care of you, an old lady who is dying."

"It's really nice to say, a natural curly samurai who can't even eat buns." Smiling and shaking her head, Granny Dengshi didn't take this promise too seriously.

"Although I don't have three meals now, I will soon be able to eat glutinous rice balls every meal." Patting his already warm stomach, Yinshi stood up from behind the tombstone and faced Grandma Dengshi.

"If you want to eat dumplings, it's not a problem. Doesn't that knife in your hand look very valuable? If you sell it, it will be worth it for a while. If a down-and-out samurai has problems with his own food and clothing, he will have to pay for it." What's the use of all these fancy foils?"

"I don't know which corner of the battlefield I threw my knife for a long time." The corner of his lips curled up, revealing a self-deprecating wry smile, Gintoki