[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

Weird place, a man covered in blood and holding a knife.

(⊙_⊙)...

It took a lot of effort for Lu Qiaoqiao to control her steps and not let her back.

Unknowingly, she held the weeping tassels with both hands: "That... Excuse me, this seems to belong to your Excellency..."

The man in Chinese clothes covered his lips with his sleeves, staring at her with downcast eyes, and remained silent for a while.

After a long time, he smiled lightly: "Ah, indeed."

He swung the Taidao, shaking the blood off the sword, and put the sword back into its sheath.

After finishing all this, he stretched out his hand and said softly: "Then, thank you very much."

"..."

The dark blue sleeves were soaked in blood, and the palms wearing black gloves spread out in front of her eyes, and the cold fragrance was mixed with a touch of blood.

Lu Qiaoqiao stood on tiptoe, lightly and carefully, and put the tassel in his palm.

Her fingertips touched his palm.

At that moment, Lu Qiaoqiao thought that what she touched was a piece of cold iron.

Some fragmentary pictures suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, passing by quickly.

The light of the knife like the cold moon, the splash of blood, the man in the dark blue hunting suit, and the sword in his hand gleaming with cold light.

Lu Qiaoqiao opened her eyes wide, and heard a soft voice in her ear: "Huh?"

pat.

She let go of her hand unknowingly, and the tassel fell into his palm, and the fingers wearing black gloves were immediately closed.

"Hey," he seemed a little surprised, but his tone was still soft: "These eyes can see through many things."

Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't help but took a step back.

However, he followed closely and stepped forward, and there was only a piece of blue in her sight, and the cold fragrance mixed with the smell of blood suddenly enveloped her.

"But," he held the handle of the knife, and slowly pulled out the knife. The blade reflected the skylight, as if it was stained with blood: "That's not worth remembering."

Huh?

Alas!

Lu Qiaoqiao raised her hand, subconsciously made a gesture of rejection, and asked in surprise, "You want..." What are you doing.

Before he finished speaking, the raised blade suddenly fell.

The wind suddenly blew up, and the mist billowed, stained with blood. There were screams in the mist, but the tone was not human at all, as if a wild beast was howling.

He calmly swung the handle of the knife and made an arc.

Then he took a step forward and raised his sleeves, covering the girl's body like a curtain.

The light dimmed suddenly, the flowing silk slipped across her back, and the soft breathing sound fell in her hair.

Lu Qiaoqiao heard the sound of blood splattering, and was completely covered by the sleeves.

"With eyes like yours, you should look at something more pleasing," he said softly, "Forget it. Everything you saw just now."

The sound of the wind gradually subsided, and the wailing sound gradually disappeared. He put down his sleeves, surrounded by a circle of fallen corpses, each with strange appearance.

"On the road of ghosts, there are often monsters surrounding you," he said, "So it's better to go back early, Your Highness."

……

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Since the death of the Great Onmyoji Abe Jingming, the Hyakki Night Walk that once disappeared in Heianjing has gradually intensified.

There was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and Sanri Yuezong was walking calmly on the street under the moon with his saber in his hand. Occasionally, there would be ghosts passing by him, so he would raise his saber and kill them.

Soon, no monsters dared to approach again.

In this way, he strolled leisurely in the Heian capital under the moon, like a nobleman who went out to appreciate the moonlight, walking through the night walk of the ghosts calmly.

The night cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the petals seem to be dripping with moonlight. Among the lush flower branches, sits a tall Fusangshen.

He has long white hair, with two soft, fox-like things standing on top of his head, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was just raised hair.

"Xiaohuwandian," Sanriyue Zongjin stopped under the tree, "Come to enjoy this crescent moon, too."

The man on the tree turned his head, his blood-red pupils were like beasts.But the voice was very elegant.

He didn't jump down from the tree, but slightly nodded to the blue-haired Fu Sangshen: "Sanriyue Palace."

"You are like this today, covered in blood."

"Hahaha, there is no way."

"...your hair?" Xiaohuwan frowned slightly.

"Oh, did you say this? I fell on the ground when I came here." Mikazuki Zongjin raised his hand and stroked the golden tassels in his hair as a decoration: "I met a lost lady on the road, and she tidied it up for me a little bit. Just a moment. Hahaha."

"I've never been good at this," he put down his hand. "However, I didn't expect that child to be even worse than me. Even so, she still insisted on putting it on for me. Hahaha, I have to let her."

"..."

Xiaohumaru looked at him suspiciously: "Sanriyuedian seems to be in a good mood."

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen raised his sleeves, covered his lips, and said with a light smile, "Really."

"maybe."

He raised the knife, swung it suddenly, and cut a ghost approaching quietly in half with one knife. Do you want to lead the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk?"

Sitting on the tree, Fu Sangshen straightened up, his long white hair fluttering in the night wind. He gazed condescendingly at Mikazuki Zongjin, and slowly pulled out the knife at his waist: "Of course."

The sharp blades collided in an instant, and Xiao Huwan frowned slightly, and soon let go: "Sanriyuedian, have you changed the blade again?"

"Oh, that," the blue-haired Fu Sangshen's eyes darkened, and soon he smiled again: "I handed it to that lost lady."

"what?"

"Now that knife should have returned with that highness," Mikazuki Zongjin knocked away Xiaohumaru's blade: "It's also a good thing for it. Hahaha"

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Hahaha, it's not something worth caring about," the blue-haired Fu Sangshen suddenly flashed a dark light in his eyes, repelled Xiaohuwan's attack, and said with a smile: "Well, let's fight seriously, Xiaohuwandian. "

However——different from expectations.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

A familiar voice sounded, Sanri Yuezong turned his head in surprise, and saw a young girl walking slowly from among the monsters.

She held a knife in her arms, and the sword that had killed monsters exuded evil spirits, deterring the monsters around them that were about to move.

A fluffy and fluffy fox was crying and hugging her leg.

"That," she seemed embarrassed, "it insisted on pulling me here...so..."

"Uh... anyway, sorry to bother you."