[Comprehensive] Dimensional Tea Party

He seemed to be dreaming an endless dream.

In the dream, there are rivers, seas, mountains and rivers, deserts and wastelands, fog and clouds, rain and clear sky, and countless voices rang in his ears.He seems to have become every tree, every flower, every person, and even all living beings in his dream.

The wind, flowers, snow and moon in the dream are him, and the mountains, rivers, plants and trees are also him.

I don't know where the end is, and I don't remember where I came from.

During the endless journey, he seemed to become every soul, experiencing their lives.

He sinks into the world, and gradually thinks that he is a person in the world, living the life of everyone in the world.

Slowly, on a certain day, he suddenly realized that he could no longer remember his own name.

In the haze, there was a sudden gentle touch on his forehead, as if someone brushed against his cheek, with a warm breath pouring into his whole soul from his forehead.

Home.

A strange feeling suddenly surged up in his heart. He has gone through so many people's lives, but none of them gave him a sense of belonging.

This discovery made him very surprised, and he also had a natural arrogance.

He once stood in the clouds, but also fell into the dust, and finally he returned to the top.

He thought, I'm going to get my name back.

With such an existence, how could he not even remember his original self?

He started backtracking.

He went too far, as if he was about to reach the final destination, but after making up his mind to turn back, he turned back without hesitation.

"Boy."

He walked to an intersection, and heard the blond woman calling him gently, showing endless love.

He saw himself living in a small village with a woman who was trying to give him the best life she could, albeit in poverty.

He saw himself smiling happily hiding in the woman's arms, as if all the darkness was completely blocked by the woman's frail body, just for him to grow up safely.

Until the woman was regarded as a monster and burned to death by the onmyoji who wanted to claim credit, he stood in the void, angry and desperate, desperate and crazy with himself in the picture.

When his soul was trembling, he looked up and saw the woman holding his face tenderly, telling him that he had to go on his own in the rest of his life, no matter what, his happiness was her greatest wish.

He started walking.

He saw a ghost beside him and taught him how to keep himself alive.

There was a cat beside him, and the cat said, "Master Ye Wang, you are so gentle."

His subconscious mind told him that this cat was not trustworthy, but the self in the picture always regarded it as his most trusted friend.

Gradually, the picture took on new colors.

"Ye Wang, have you finished your homework for today?" The great onmyoji, who seemed to be his master, waved a fan and smiled like a fox, but there was a caring smile in his slender eyes that should not be missed.

"King Xiaoye, I will teach you how to use a knife from today on." Master's close friend was dressed as a warrior and looked at him with a smile on his shoulder.

"Bo Ya, can you use a knife well yourself? Don't distract Ye Wang~" Shikigami monsters with different personalities laughed loudly, teasing Boya and the little self in the picture.

It looked like he was being bullied, but he saw the smile flickering across his lips in the picture, and the long-lost warmth welling up in his heart.

"Master Ye Wang, you are the hope of the Ma Cang family."

As soon as the picture turned, he saw himself standing in a slightly gloomy house when he grew up. There were no shikigami fighting in the yin and yang hut, only looking around with viscous and greedy eyes. his elders.

"Master Ye Wang, please forgive us, who made you so powerful, beyond our control?"

The shrill voice seemed to be filled with great regret. He saw that he didn't care about it at first, but after a cat appeared in the opponent's camp, he completely collapsed.

"Lord Ye Wang, has your heart been swallowed by evil spirits?" Mao looked at him sadly again: "Is that gentle Lord Ye Wang from Xiaosheng gone?"

He saw that he finally bowed three times in the direction of the teacher's yin and yang liao, and then activated the Taishan Fujun Sacrifice, starting a new reincarnation.

"Ma Cang Ye Wang."

The ghosts and gods of the underworld called him so.

Oh, so I am called Ma Cang Ye Wang.

Lights pass by the Santu River, and hundreds of ghosts kneel down to worship the gods in the kingdom of the underworld.The high-ranking goddess, whose eyes were gold-plated, nodded in agreement with his practice in hell.

The shikigami of the teacher when he was young became Huang Quan's female official. When he saw himself in hell, he scolded him severely, and then told him that they avenged him.

He saw himself standing on the bank of the great river, with the dim light shining on his silent face.

He was walking on the way back when suddenly the beautiful or dark scenery around him turned into streamers of light, flying forward one after another.

He stretched out his hand, but didn't grab any of them.

Suddenly, the scene changed before him. He saw the woman in the Japanese room who was giving birth, and the relatives of the women around were waiting for her, but it was not for the woman in childbirth.

But to kill the reincarnated self.

The red spirit body snatched away their self in this life before they could do anything, fled all the way, and finally landed on the beach somewhere.

The sea breeze is blowing gently, and the sound of the waves is endless.

He was suddenly tired.

He was puzzled, gave up his purpose, and turned back for some reason, is it really worth it?

Then a man appeared on the beach.

The man's mid-length hair was flying freely, his fancy coat was open, and his strong upper body was exposed. His complexion was a healthy wheat color.

He saw the man discover the baby on the beach, and he took a moment to take him home.

"Good sauce, this will be your home from now on!"

The man pretended to be playing tricks and announced that the baby would be his son after that, and the woman who was his wife hugged him, with the same aura as that of the blond woman many years ago.

The same kindness, and tenderness.

"Boy, you have to grow up well." He seemed to hear his mother's voice.

The picture flowed again, this time it was me and a child.

"Ni-sang--"

The boy wearing a peaked cap crawled towards himself sitting beside him, with sticky lips and teeth, but while grabbing a strand of his hair, he called out "brother" with great accuracy.

Behind him is the back view of the man who was hit, the fragmentary thoughts of "Ryoma was the first to learn to be called Nissan instead of Dad, it's so sad", and the scene of the woman smiling with her lips covered.

Later...

There was a golden light flashing in the sky, and he felt that there seemed to be something more in his soul.

The golden lotus is imprinted on the soul, it is clearly an unknown existence, but he feels extremely at ease.

Then ah, then he saw that through this thing, he found his best partner after losing his memory.

Detective lovers with hairstyles that defy gravity are refreshed by you every day, but you will patiently teach them everything about the modern world. Don’t rely on your own strength to ignore the power of technology, especially the little mermaid who often sneaks ashore However, many scientists hope that the goal of anatomical research will make the simple little mermaid tremble with fright.The goal is to become a powerful death girl. She rubbed her hair like an octopus and patted her chest to express that she doesn't have to be afraid of bullying your big sister and beat her to death!Then hugged her chest to accept the younger brother's adoring gaze.The younger brother, holding the black-haired child who just learned to speak, and the former Aragami who was born in the world, leaned against a boy with ancient eye makeup, squinting at them to make noise.The timid brown-haired girl grew up overnight after the family drama became unknown. He saw that he spent a lot of effort to make a magic weapon that could destroy a city and handed it to her, just to help her quell the civil strife and protect this once The little girl who pulled the corner of her clothes and called him "good brother".

In the end, it was the boy who had been standing by his side all the time.

The cherry blossoms on the Cherry Blossom Terrace were in full bloom, and the self under the tree was sitting on the ground hugging his knees, and the snow-like young man carefully hugged him, telling that self that he would always be with him.

He saw that he had rarely lost a game of chess in the picture, and he replaced the boy's rouge with crimson red like a fool, but was amazed by the opponent's unexpectedly suitable appearance after putting on makeup; he saw himself holding the opponent's hand One stroke draws the elegance of Heianjing that often flashes in memory...

Mother folded their hands together and told them that everything was going to be fine.

"Wake up quickly, okay."

Someone whispered his name beside his ear, it was a voice that he would never forget even if his soul was locked in the underworld.

Ah, how could I forget.

I am, hello Asakura.

He smiled softly, a dazzling red aura spewed out from between his brows, he stretched out his hand, and a radiant pentagram appeared in the palm of his hand.

When the pentagram rotated, Ma Canghao's eyes gleamed with starlight from thousands of miles away.

On the high platform in the center of the Holy Land of the Stars, the eyelashes of the sleeping young man in red trembled slightly, and the person leaning against the high platform suddenly felt something.

Ma Canghao opened his eyes, the lines of the pentagram appeared in the obsidian-like pupils, and the brilliance disappeared in a flash. He looked at the young man standing beside him, with a beautiful smile on his lips.

"I'm back, Indra."

The young man stood up and came down from the high platform, the sleeves of his wide bathrobe fluttered like butterflies, he raised his head and looked at the person who had been guarding him with a smile, and his bright eyebrows met the other person's eyes.

It was also engraved in his heart.

"it is good."

Indra embraced the other person's shoulders, leaned slightly and left a kiss on his eyes, which were shining with thousands of stars, without any eroticism.

The breath of ice and snow filled his nose, just like Indra's impression.

"I still like your eyes."

Asakura laughed softly.

Raising his hand, he unfolded the folding fan that Indra had made during his sleeping period. Ma Canghao was very happy to see the gorgeous patterns on it that seemed to be pierced with light.

Indra stood aside and watched him playing with the new fan, his eyes smiling unabated.

"Having said that, well, Shaman King already belongs to the category of gods." He suddenly remembered a question.

"Well, what's the matter?" Ma Canghao unfolded the folding fan to cover half of his face, and signaled the other party to continue talking with his eyes in a good mood.

Indra looked at Ma Canghao who was only as tall as his shoulders, and asked slightly hesitantly:

"After becoming a god, your appearance is fixed at that moment. Well, you won't keep this height forever, will you?"

Asakura's smile froze behind the folding fan.

"It shouldn't be... right?"

Asakura said something that he didn't quite believe. He remembered that his sister Rukia was also a god of death, but it seemed that she hadn't grown one since she entered the Gotei 16th Division. As the reincarnation of the wild god, the height is fixed after the age of [-].

He can't be so unlucky, can he?