[Onmyoji] How to break into the flower of the other side!

Wu Youyou put her right hand in her left hand and rubbed it carefully. It was smooth but with the unique coldness of sea water. She put it to her ear in a strange way, and there seemed to be the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide.

"This is……"

Wu Youyou murmured softly, and suddenly thought of her own dream, once or twice can be said to be a coincidence, but the third and fourth time, this is very suspicious.

Doubt planted a seed in Wu Youyou's heart, and it slowly took root. If she entered the same dream next time, she would pay attention. Is it a dream or reality?

"shortage……"

The name sounded softly in her mouth, like a soft whisper between sympathizers, extremely lingering, but for some reason, there was a slight stabbing pain in her heart, as if she had lost something very important.

Wu Youyou took a deep breath, no matter what, life still has to go on, instead of indulging in dreams and unable to extricate himself, it is better to make money, first set a small goal, for example: earn him [-] million!

Wu Youyou's life is back on the right track, time slips away inadvertently, she wakes up naturally until dawn every day, and hasn't had the same dream again for a long time.

The fast-paced life makes Wu Youyou forget the Huang in the back of his mind, only occasionally facing the mirror, watching his ever-changing appearance reminds him of the unimaginable plot and the arrogant child.

"Village chief, this child has lost the ability to prophesy, why not give up this child, we sacrifice him to the Sea God, maybe we can calm the God's anger, and we don't have to worry about the village being flooded."

This proposal has been brought up many times, and every time there are voices of opposition. At the beginning, everyone was opposed, but then fewer and fewer people opposed it. At this point, very few people have opposed it.

Huang caressed the fiery red Bana flower on his wrist, still looking forward to something in his heart.

Calm but hidden sharp eyes locked on this piece of sea area, expecting to hear Yoyo's lazy voice and gentle expression again, but the tumbling and roaring sea reminded that everything was just his whimsy.

The corner of Huang's mouth curled up into a sneer of disdain. Sure enough, he shouldn't have been kind to these humans in the first place.A little bit of hypocritical kindness made me give everything, feelings blinded my eyes and covered my senses, and feelings would eventually affect my judgment and make a big mistake!

(——Biography from Huang III)

Maybe it was wrong from the beginning!

From the beginning, we shouldn't treat humans gently, but just control them forcefully.

"Wouldn't this be too cruel!" A nearby woman hugged her child and whispered, but she didn't dare to step forward to stop all of this. She could only look at the child in the night with guilt shortage.

"Let's start the sacrifice!" The village chief gave an order. With the pain all over his body, Huang lowered his eyes under everyone's gaze, and walked forward unconsciously like a puppet, step by step. into the icy sea.

The other shore flower on the wrist emits a faint red light against the moonlight, and Huang's heart falls to the bottom of the valley.

One day, one month, one year... The time interval is getting longer and longer, and he never saw Yoyo again.

Wandering around that lake every day, at first he wondered if Yoyo had something to delay, if he could see Yoyo again, he would give everything for it, even his own divine power and life, and become the mortal he despises the most;

A year later, Yoyo still didn't show up, he started to complain, if he didn't see Yoyo at first, and the two of them didn't become friends, he wouldn't have any expectations, without those happy days, there would be no future pain of!

In the end, I don't know how long it took, all the resentment turned into hatred, how much I liked and expected at the beginning, how much I hate now!

He swore in his heart that if he saw Yoyo again, he would definitely turn Yoyo into the Bianhua on his wrist, so that he could stay by his side forever!

He is the son of God, with his own unique pride and self-restraint, it is impossible to keep his head down and wait for others to turn around.

Since they can't be together, it's fine to hate each other, at least she has him in her heart!

Falling in love and killing each other is better than his one-sided longing. The long-term hatred has almost polluted his heart, and he can't see any light.

The other shore flower was wrapped around his wrist, clinging tightly to his icy body, Huang closed his eyes, letting the sea water flood his body, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and melted into the cool wave and In the darkness.

When the sea completely submerged Huang, there was a huge wave in the sea, and the villagers yelled, "My God! What's going on here?"

"Village chief! What should we do now?" The bewildered villagers could only turn to the oldest village chief for help, hoping to find a solution.

The village chief, who had been given high hopes, looked up at the huge waves and laughed, with the last madness in his eyes, "So it's true! Good and evil will be rewarded, God, we were wrong!"

"We were wrong!" He said, throwing off the crutch in his hand, kneeling on the ground, extremely pious; "God, forgive us for our ignorance!"

"Village Chief, let's go! Time is running out..."

"village head!"

A villager tugged on the sleeve of the village chief, only to find that the village chief was like a rock, unable to move half a point. In times of crisis, he could only abandon the village chief he respected in daily life and retreat crazily. The people in the whole village gathered here, Like an angry dragon, the monstrous sea flooded the village and everyone in an instant.

Those who panicked and those who harbored resentment were covered by the boundless sea!

Stupid human beings, do you know how much it costs to blaspheme God's favor?

And that innocent child disappeared forever in the darkness of that night, replaced by the Son of God with an indifferent face standing against the moonlight!

"Such icy sea water...I don't want to experience it again."

(This sentence comes from Huang's biography, not original)

"Yuyou, do you think so..."

When he sank to the bottom of the sea, the Bana flower transformed into huge red petals, wrapping him up, and the azure light enveloped him, and the divine power continued to circulate around him.

The young body was constantly twitching, the buds of the other side of the flower that wrapped around him shrank and expanded, and the slender eyebrows that grew into the temples were slightly frowned, and the red light and blue light intertwined without distinguishing each other.

Wu Youyou, who was in her sleep, did not sleep peacefully. For a while, she felt as if she had fallen into an icy river, and for a while, she seemed to be thrown into volcanic lava. Thick and thin sweat dripped down her fair cheeks.

Whispering like a dream: "Don't..."

As the dawn fell, the sun finally broke through the clouds and shone on the cool sea water. The roaring waves finally returned to their former calm, and the huge Bianhua floated on the coast, wrapping the people inside tightly and carefully. .

Fragments of sunlight shone on the fiery red Bianhua, the buds slowly opened, and the blue eyes suddenly opened.

Huang floated above the roaring sea out of thin air, without the cover of those messy bangs, showing beautiful eyebrows and eyes, the eyes are as cold and ruthless as the abyss of the deep sea.

Wearing a complicated kimono, with rings wrapped around his waist, he looks extravagant, just like the indifferent son of god in the biography of Onmyoji.

Greed is the darkest existence. It lies dormant in the depths of people's hearts. If it is not controlled, it will be empty.

Huang's eyes looked at the huge flower bud on the shore with complicated eyes, watching it gradually wither and shrink, and then returned to his wrist, from the original bright red to dull.

"long."

Wu Youyou, who was far away in another world, sneezed and touched her nose. With such a hot sneeze, someone must be thinking of herself strongly.

But I don't like socializing, and I don't have complicated relationships between men and women. Only my mother, who keeps talking about blind dates, really has nothing to worry about.

Thinking of the fear of being dominated by a blind date, Wu Youyou felt a chill in her heart. Forget about this kind of thinking, what can she do?

She is also very desperate!

Seeing her in a daze, the colleagues around stopped their work and asked with concern: "Yuyou, are you okay?"

Wu Youyou smiled back habitually, and took back her contemplation just now: "It's okay, maybe it's because I'm too busy with work recently, it's going to be Sunday soon, just take a good rest."

"Then you pay attention to your body."

The colleague just expressed his concern slightly, and continued to do what he was doing. The relationship between people is not far or close but just right.

"Yuyou, I will be in charge of this column recently, I must see the complete plan next Monday!"

The editor-in-chief called Wu Youyou into the office, and handed her a column titled "Collision between History and Modern Culture".

Wu Youyou accepted it with "joy": "Thank you editor-in-chief for your appreciation, I will definitely finish it well!" No wonder...

Turning around, Wu Youyou put away the false smile on her face. Everyone in the editorial office knew that the history column was the most unfavored column, and it was a completely different concept from the emotion column and romance column. It was the same magazine Yes, the history column seems to be raised by a stepmother.

Before each article in the history column is written, not only do a lot of research and collect a lot of information, but also need to understand the topic in a simple way, and the funds are not in place, which can be described as a thankless task.

But for the sake of living, Wu Youyou still suppressed her dissatisfaction.

Life is not easy, do it and cherish it.

After returning home, Wu Youyou threw off the bag in her hand, threw herself on the sofa in a large font, and let out a comfortable sigh.

The author has something to say: Mr. Huang has turned black, and Fried Fish is about to start messing around!

I don’t know why I can’t post it tonight, so I can only post it on my mobile phone. Maybe the layout is not very good. I will modify it tomorrow.

Well, good night everyone!