Kikyo Legend [Inuyasha Doujin]

Bellflower has been going out frequently recently, sometimes Chen Luo can go with her, sometimes she can only stay in the bar.

"The night is the most dangerous."

The old yellow cat yawned and explained to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo wants to accompany Kikyo to know more monsters and perceive this unknown world.

"There's plenty of opportunity, but it's scary at night."

Chen Luo looked at the sky outside, and it has been more than 3 hours since Jugeng went out.

Kikyo was standing opposite to the mouse demon "Bao inquire" at this time, today's "Bao inquire" was wearing a suit, and the jacket was actually draped.

No wonder the mouse demon hid Xiaomi and always called her "Brother Bao."

"The price will be high."

Kikyo spoke word by word, slowly, and it was not at all obvious that there was something to talk about.

Another slow-moving person, leaning against a tree, blew out smoke rings one after another.

"Is there a future for the Rat Clan?"

The birth of a monster, and the constant disappearance of distant relatives and neighbors in the monster clan, most of the people who encountered monsters on the road kept silent.

Kikyo glanced at "Bao inquiring" again. For the sake of fame and wealth, this rat demon gave up his name, his future as a woman, and his love.

Kikyo snorted coldly in her heart, delusional, greedy.

Kikyo had already gone a long way, and the mouse demon "Baodiao" threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, and stomped on it with his leather shoes.

"Strange demon master, he really loves to worry."

"Have you negotiated?"

As soon as Ji Jiao returned to the bar, she was dragged by Chen Luo to have a midnight snack, followed by the bartender.

The bartender was actually curious about the new generation of "Bao inquiring", and asked Kikyo several questions.

"It's just a greedy person."

"Oh, do you think she's going to make it?"

"hope so!"

Kikyo lowered his head and ate the Yangchun noodles, sucking the noodles silently. The bartender snapped his fingers and pointed to the noodles of Kikyo.

"Why not mine?"

Chen Luo looked at Mr. Bartender's belly and thought to himself that it was a bottomless pit. He had already eaten two bowls while the soup was cooking.

"How many bowls do you want to eat?"

Chen Luo thought of a more appropriate word.

"Are you jealous of my good figure?"

Chen Luo immediately turned around and cooked a bowl of noodles for the bartender, but still put a big chicken leg on the bartender's noodle bowl.

"Oh, I knew you were a sweet manservant."

Chen Luo walked out of the kitchen without looking sideways, really didn't want to listen to those insincere words.

Kikyo glanced at the chicken legs in Mr. Bartender's bowl, and slowly put down his chopsticks.

"Uh, are you never full?"

The bartender took a bite of the chicken leg and curled his lips.

"Why, sister, do you think I'm a belly monster?"

"Next time I'll have spicy tripe noodles."

"Any news about Zang Shuo?"

"Donghan knows."

After the old monk Donghan was taught a lesson by Jikyo last time, he became more honest, but the clues he provided to Jikyo were also very limited.

The old yellow cat and the old monk Donghan were old friends, and they were both looking for news, but their purposes were different.

"That old guy, even if he sells news, he will keep a hand."

"Why do this?"

Chen Luo couldn't help being curious. Regarding the news, the old yellow cat was doing it to upgrade, while the old monk was doing it for money.

"I'm afraid of death."

The old yellow cat's words were all in a contemptuous tone. While wiping her hair with a towel, Chen Luo also told the old yellow cat about monsters that were not rumored.

"Donghan looks like he should be making a lot of money, too."

"In the whole city, he must be number one in terms of physiognomy."

Greed for money and fear of death are indeed a pair of best friends.

"Looks like I have to go find him again."

"Listen to Kikyo's arrangement."

Chen Luo fell into a dream while chatting with the old yellow cat again.

Chen Luo, who rarely dreams, actually dreamed of Mr. Du.

Mr. Du, who has lost his daughter, even in his dream, his face is full of tears and howling in pain.

"what!"

The dark face suddenly approaching woke Chen Luo up with fright.

A half-black, half-yellow hairy face was leaning against Chen Luo's pillow.

Chen Luo got up from the bed and let out a long breath, but Chen Luo knew that this was a lifeless dummy.

When Chen Luo packed up and came down from the stairs, the first thing he saw was the bartender standing at the bar.

"It's incredible."

The bartender shook his head seriously, and pointed at Chen Luo.

"I'm fine." Chen Luo straightened her back involuntarily.

"No, your complexion is very bad."

For a dummy, what face is there to talk about.

Chen Luo patted his face with his hands, his voice was a bit loud.

At this time, Kikyo also came down from upstairs, instead of sitting directly in front of the bar as usual, she approached Chen Luo.

"Haha, sister, you can see it too."

Kikyo walked around Chen Luo, then nodded.

"Well, the smell of the soul."

Chen Luo didn't know what happened, and heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind her.

"Yo ho, I really want to eat!"

Zangmi, who keeps pinching his nose, really looks like a mouse.

"It's so fragrant, so fragrant, let me take a bite."

"Xiaomi, meow..."

The old yellow cat standing at the top of the stairs protested against Zang Mi's behavior again, and it was the worst thing to see Zang Mi get close to Chen Luo.

Chen Luocai didn't care what monsters these two were having, and went straight into the kitchen.

"Sister, how do you feel?"

"tasty."

"Haha, I want to take a bite too."

"Well, ignorant humans."

Chen Luo was left in the bar again, unexpectedly in the daytime, Kikyo's eyes were hard to resist.

"Are you trying to cause a monster war?"

Chen Luo has long been used to the old yellow cat's self-satisfaction from time to time, pretending not to hear it, Chen Luo continued to make snacks.

"Oh, you don't know how tempting the smell of your soul is."

Chen Luo poured the mushy cake in his hands into the mould, put it in the oven, and only then did he have time to take care of this old cat demon who had been shedding hair all the time.

"I've already told Kikyo my dream."

"Oh, I feel itchy for you."

"Then why don't you go together?"

"I haven't had breakfast yet!"

The old yellow cat sniffed its nose, and Chen Luo was sure that if the temperature of the oven wasn't too high, this greedy cat would definitely lie down on it to smell it.

"Besides, only Kikyo can handle things like Mengling."

The old yellow cat's eyes were narrowed into a line, and the smell of custard wafted into the old yellow cat's nose continuously.

"receive."

Kikyo put away the little paper figurines who came back from all directions, and each paper figurine still held a fingernail-sized cloth head in its hand.

No news, unusual.

Kikyo picked up a card in his hand, on which were several detours drawn by Chen Luo based on his poor memory.

"That's all."

In the morning, Chen Luo drew the place he dreamed of on a card.

Kikyo took it over and took a look, and his face immediately collapsed.

Kikyo's eyes had already told Chen Luoqi's inner thoughts.

What the hell is that painting.

On the winding road, there is a black strip of meat hanging on a certain wall?

"This kind of place, just this city, has thousands of such paths."

Standing on the bar counter, the old yellow cat also saw the unremarkable card and Kikyo's ugly face.

Kikyo repeatedly took out Chen Luo's painting to look at, finally squeezed it hard twice, and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road.

"Mr. O's clothing store"

Kikyo went directly to Mr. Ou's place. When Mr. Ou's small eyes saw Kikyo's expression, his eyes twitched three or four times.

"really?"

"Yes."

Kikyo told Mr. Ou her speculation. Mr. Ou's old friend, Mr. Du, is very likely to be the same as his daughter.

"Oh my God, I told him not to act rashly."

"You're out of bounds."

"It's me, it's all my fault, I killed him."

Mr. Ou beat his chest in pain, but it didn't help.

"You shouldn't have told him the truth."

Mr. Du's daughter has been swallowed up long ago, and the murderer is not only the evildoer of the rat demon, but also the head of the Zangshuo rat demon patriarch who captured her.

Mr. Ou made the biggest mistake as a monster, pulling ignorant humans into the unknown world of monsters.

"In this city, Mr. Du's aura is gone, and even his soul is gone."

Mr. Ou gritted his teeth, looking resentful, his eyes started to turn red.

"I want revenge, I want revenge for him, ah, it's my fault!"

Probably because he is really old, Mr. Ou's words are a little confused.

Kikyo just patted Mr. Ou's small shoulder with his hand, and said coldly,

"Donghan has news."

Mr. Ou nodded with red eyes.

"It's all my fault, I'll get it back, one day."

Kikyo and Mr. Ou left the boutique one after the other. Kikyo was empty-handed, the same as before.

Mr. Ou held a small box in one hand.

As soon as Mr. Ou entered the "Donghan Temple", he rushed towards the direction of the main hall.

The old monk Donghan and Mr. Ou had known each other for some years, and he was a little happy to see the little old man rushing over.

"You bastard, I won't let you go."

The little old man, Mr. Ou, jumped up with both legs, just riding on the shoulders of the old monk Donghan.

"Clap clap clap..."

Mr. Ou bowed left and right, and slapped the old monk Donghan's bald head vigorously.

Kikyo, who was standing a few steps away, could not help but flicker twice from the corner of his eyes.

I saw that the old monk Donghan, who was already bald, soon turned into a bright red head. Kikyo could even tell that the old monk's head had grown a little bit.

"Ouch, you old man, come down quickly, ouch..."

The old monk Donghan shouted until his voice became hoarse, and the little old man, Mr. Ou, stuck to his shoulders and would not come down.

"I let you cheat money, you cheat money..."

"Clap clap clap..."

"Ouch, oh, oh..."

Mr. Ou probably felt that this would not work, so he slowly jumped off the old monk Donghan's shoulder.

"You bastard, you can make money with black hearts, bah!"

"Tell me, how much did you sell Lao Du's news!"