[Comprehensive] Dimensional Tea Party

After leaving the Dark Continent, Indra looked at the endless desert in front of him and fell silent.

Where did he run all year round, and where is this?

Ma Canghao nestled in Indra's arms, lazily took out a square box, and tapped it a few times with his slender fingers. Soon, a cold and inorganic voice came from inside——

"You'd better have a good reason for this order of [-] million nuns."

Ma Canghao smiled: "I have what you want."

The person at the other end was silent for a while, and then said: "Offset."

"Did you miss it?" Offset?Well thought out, wouldn't offsetting that mean a trip to the Dark Continent for nothing?

"I'm just kidding, give me the coordinates." The person at the other end also understood that the order was not worth it, so he reluctantly compromised, obviously feeling that it was a pity.

Ma Canghao sent his coordinates to the other party, then flicked the phone, not knowing which dimension he was thrown into.

The young man with long wine red hair looked up at the young man who had been silent since he made the phone call, stretched out his hand to poke his chest, and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, someone will come to pick us up soon."

Indra lowered his head, looked at the smiling face of the young man, and sighed very lightly.

"Okay, don't you, don't like your family's side?"

There was something wrong with the little friend from the time he said his real name in the Dark Continent. Although he changed the topic later, Indra could still feel that the other party's mood was not as calm as he showed along the way.

Sure enough, the moment Indra's voice fell, the smile on the other party's face stiffened imperceptibly.

If Indra hadn't been staring at him, maybe he wouldn't have noticed it.

Ma Canghao held a small piece of cloth on Indra's chest, and silently lowered his head, leaving Indra with a wine-red hair top.

Indra: "..."

"I don't like it, I don't like it very much."

Ma Canghao was buried in Indra's chest, and his voice was muffled. Indra lowered his head slightly, so that his chin could touch the wine-red hair on the top of the opponent's head.

"If you don't like it, you don't like it. You can still do better."

The boy giggled, yes, if he wanted to, it would be fine to be Echizen for the rest of his life.

In the deepest part of the Dark Continent, overwhelming malice enveloped him. The shock brought by the crisis awakened the dusty past that he had left in the depths of time. The endless darkness, killing, and betrayal in his memory were filled with surging negative emotions. the whole soul.

The moment he was infected with malice, he once thought that if he could leave here, he would destroy everything he saw.

It's just that the cold touch between his fingers in the darkness suddenly became warm, and he suddenly raised his hand, and the folding fan that he had been holding in his hand as a weapon glowed with a cool aura.The folding fan is sprinkled with gold on a black background, and the patterns of Fengyue, flowers and birds are painted on it. The brushstrokes are a little immature. Asakang Hao suddenly remembered that when he was ten years old, he held Indra's hand and led him to draw these strokes. A pattern of old things.

He suddenly remembered.

That year, Huo Ling took him to escape from Ma Cang's house in a hurry. How did a newborn baby, an elf who didn't understand the rules of the world, escape from the Ma Cang's family's blatantly issued arrest warrant for the entire mysterious side? outsiders.Being hunted down jointly by Yin Yang Dao and Shinto, the border of Japan can't stay any longer.Huo Ling took him across the ocean to the other side of the ocean. On a certain coast, when a man with a bright smile came out carrying a tennis racket, he saw himself wrapped in an old cloak on the beach.

He brought himself home.

Although Asakura Hao is a reincarnation of great power, after all, his body is a newborn baby. The long-term travel to Tibet made the baby who was not healthy at first even weaker. The high fever didn't kill Ma Canghao, but burned almost all his memories.

The reason why I say almost is because Ma Cang still remembers some common sense about onmyojis and psychics, although he later used this common sense to make his younger brother happy.

Ever since he was picked up by Echizen Nanjiro, he was just Echizen.

Nanjiro and Rinko treated him like their own son, and even the birth of his younger brother Echizen Ryoma did not divide their love for him.

The atmosphere in Echizen's house was very good, so good that even if he turned on his spirit vision, it wouldn't have any negative effects.

I really believe that even if he got his original name back, Dad would not change his attitude, and Mother would only be happy for him.As for his arrogant younger brother, Yue Mo would say his catchphrase with disdain on his face, but on the other hand he would secretly grab the corner of his clothes, stare at a pair of cat eyes and stubbornly say that he wants his brother to play tennis with me.

The other bastard brother who hasn't been seen for many years, just go away.

Having said that, that unscrupulous brother will most likely ruffle his well-groomed long hair into a bird's nest, then pat his head happily and say that he has something to call your brother and me.

He still remembers the joyful expression of Indra when he ordered the rouge he gave him, the angry expression of the little detective who was fighting with him, the smile of the orange-haired and blue-eyed King of Sheep, the bloody girl Zeng timidly Calling my good brother by the corner of my clothes, the white snow on the sleeves against the billowing black skirts, the little mermaid's soul-piercing singing soothed the boy holding the duckweed crutch...

How lucky he was to meet the Echizen family at the most difficult moment, and to meet his friends in the chat group when he realized that he was different from ordinary people and panicked.

Huo Ling crawled in front of him and waited for him to give an order. Standing in the center of the malicious gathering, starlight gradually lit up in the eyes of the young man with bright eyebrows. He finally gave up those crazy and desperate thoughts.

The flame burned the unknown creature roaring towards him, and he walked out of the dark forest step by step stepping on the corpses all over the ground.

Outside the forest, the figure in white is as clear as water.

In this world, there are still people and things worthy of his cherishment.

But ah, but ah.

He is, Asakura is good.

Many, many years ago, he was called King Ma Cang Ye.

In the 15 years of his life in this life, he may be relieved of some things, but there are some obsessions that cannot be let go even if the reincarnation is reversed throughout the millennium.

Those who betrayed him back then are no longer in this world, and all their old friends are gone, but he stays alone, but there are still some accounts to settle with Ma Cang's family.

It should be his, and he will never let it go.

Ma Canghao squinted his eyes and thought, it's still time for his memory to wake up. If it goes well, he can just catch up with this Shaman King competition after solving the shortcoming of the rapid fusion of time and space. 500 years ago, no trace of the mother was found in the Yellow Springs. The Goddess of the Yellow Springs said that the mother had never entered reincarnation, so the Elf King may know the whereabouts of the mother.

No matter what, he is definitely the Shaman King.

"it is good?"

Indra suddenly noticed something flying not far away, and gently called the name of the person in his arms.

Ma Cang finally woke up from his contemplation, and turned his head to see an airship slowly landing not far from them.

"It's rare to be so fast, Il fan."

The waist-length black-haired young man came down from the airship, and there was no light in his jet-black cat pupils.

"This order is not far from here." The young man spoke concisely, and when he saw Ma Canghao huddled in the arms of the strange young man, he frowned, but he didn't say anything.

"Hope you remember our deal."

"of course."

Ma Cang Hao signaled Indra to follow the other party, and gave him a look that we will talk about later.

The airship that beat the enemy Hakka prince is naturally not comparable to ordinary airships. After cleaning up the blood stains on his body in the bathroom, Ma Cang snapped his fingers and burned the unrecognizable hunting clothes that fell on the ground. This way it came out.There was still a blush on his face from the water vapor, and his long wine-red hair hung down behind him, dripping water drops all the way.

Indra frowned, raised his hand to take the towel beside him and pressed the person over to finish, carefully wiping the other person's long wet hair.

"And you don't remember to dry your hair."

Ma Canghao half-closed his eyes, rubbing the removed hair tie in his hand: "Isn't it because you are here?" Although he can actually control Huoling to dry his hair, why not enjoy the benefits, Indra It's a good way to brush your hair.

"That man's name is Ilmi Beaten, the eldest son of the killer family I mentioned to you earlier. I met him when I first came to this world. He is a killer by profession. He is a financial fan and a younger brother."

Indra: "The first time? You told me before that you only went to the world of Rukia and Miss Miko, and Ninja didn't count."

Unable to understand the meaning of Indra's words, Ma Canghao felt his heart tremble inexplicably, and hurriedly said: "It's an accident, it's an accident, and this time I only came here twice. The last time the coordinates were drawn wrong, This time it's serious."

Indra: "..." Definitely more than once, absolutely.

The young man in white robe silently looked at the boy under him who obediently asked him to wipe his hair, and deeply felt that he should take him more seriously in the future.

To save him from making a big fuss next time without saying a word, his previous angry appearance really scared him.

You shouldn't believe the nonsense that he's absolutely fine.

The room was silent for a while, but the atmosphere was long-lost and warm.

"Do you have any idea about the rapid connection of time and space?"

Ma Canghao pulled up his long hair again, and two delicate golden bells were hanging down from the hair rope. Hearing this, he turned his head and said with a smile, "Why do you think I came here?"

The young man, who was only covered with a white shirt, smiled like a flower. He picked up the folding fan at hand and spread it out. Following the arc of the folding fan, a gap was opened in the air, just enough for him to put his hand in.

Indra knew that Macang had a small plane with a small area, and he didn't know how many messy things he threw into it, so this person never had to worry about lack of supplies when he ran outside.

Hao reached into the crack to feel for it, but couldn't find what he was looking for for a long time, so he couldn't help puffing up his cheeks.

The young man's face was full of flesh, but he still had a little childishness.Indra remembered that because of the time and space gap, Hao, who was originally the same age as him, was still 15 years old now, so the other friends, wouldn't the age gap be bigger?

The subtle expression changes on Indra's face were captured by Hao, and after he found what he wanted, he closed the gap and said: "Think too much, at most there will be some changes after the fusion of time and space is completed, the difference is not there. "My friend may be the oldest besides Rukia, so it goes without saying, anyway, he is not the youngest.

"Hand out."

Indra stretched out his right hand, looking softly at the boy who lowered his head and tied something to his hand.

"This is a new one I made. I added a few spirit spells to it, so it's time to change it."

Asakura tied a red hair rope with no visible braiding technique to Indra's frosty wrist, and flicked the golden bell attached to the tail, saying casually.

Indra smiled and said, "You really like this style." This hair rope is almost exactly the same as the previous one. The reason why I say almost is because there are obvious lines carved on the bell of this one, which is just right. The pattern of ginkgo leaves is superimposed on the surface, which is exquisite.

"I met a very interesting young man on the forum earlier. I heard his name is Tang Guo. According to him, engraving such ginkgo leaves has the effect of warding off evil spirits." Ma Canghao propped his chin and smiled.

Indra patted him on the head helplessly, so it was interesting, so it should be a good fit with that boy.

Suddenly, his eyes touched the folding fan in Hao's hand. It has been held in his hand for many years, and no matter how much he cherishes it, he can see that it is a bit old.

Indra thought, it's time to change his fan too.