[Token Ranbu] The right way to keep pets

Honmaru's sword never sleeps all night.

Yamabashi Kirikunihiro stood at the door and waited the whole night, but the heavy door didn't show any intention of opening until the morning sun rose.The suppressed cries of the knives came from the corner, Yamabuchi Kunihiro suddenly raised his head, and then rushed to open the door.

The black mist dissipated, and Mu Chaoyan stood there with a dagger in his hand, looking horrific and terrible like Shura who returned from hell.The white shirt she used to wear was already soaked in blood, and the sword was still dripping with blood.The scariest thing was the criss-cross wounds all over her body, any one of which could kill an ordinary human being.

However, when she was standing there, her eyes that had faded from the blood showed an expression of peace and tranquility.

Yamabachi let out a breath, the eyes under the hood were full of tenderness, watching her walk into Honmaru steadily, the door closed slowly behind her, and then stood in front of him , with a straight back like a knife out of its sheath, sharp and tough. "You're back." Yamabuchi's voice was hoarse and terrible, with a hint of choking, his Adam's apple moved, trying to talk to her in the most ordinary tone, but unfortunately he couldn't.

"Ah...Although I've been thinking about whether I should come back or not." The blood still dripping from her fingertips didn't even know whether it was her own or someone else's. "Last night, those ghost screams made my head explode. I originally planned to exhaust the demon power and just die there to get rid of it." Mu Chaoyan actually had a helpless smile on his face.

"Later when I remembered that you were still here, I came back."

The Taidao that had been held in his hand finally slipped from his palm and fell to the ground.Mu Zhaoyan's figure flickered, and she fell into Yamabugiri's arms weakly, the light in the girl's eyes gradually faded, and finally she closed her eyes tiredly.There was only her weak voice in the air.

"...Kuohiro, I'm back."

I have already tasted the pain, how can I let you try it once.

***

The blood stains and wounds on Mu Zhaoyan's body were solely responsible for Yamabuchi Kirihiro, and Honmaru had no objection to this matter.

In the morning, her tragic return from the bloodbath, as if she was about to die in the next moment, was deeply engraved in the hearts of every Fusangshen. Maybe it was because the words of Yamabuchi last night were too cruel, and the sharp words saw blood, and there were some It may be that Mu Zhaoyan really frightened all the knives in the pill. All in all, for several days in a row, except for Fusangshen who took turns guarding her door every night, she basically couldn't see other fusangs except Yamabagiri. God dangled before her eyes.

However, she sleeps most of the time during the day, and often loses her sanity at night due to the rampage of demon power, so strictly speaking, she can rely on the breath of other swords in this pill and the sword account that has not lost its color to tell There are other knives in this Honmaru, as if I was in the empty Honmaru.

Mu Chaoyan, who rarely slept, was wandering in the corridor wearing a plain singlet and a coat.

She was a little displeased, and walked slowly along the hommaru, as if telling the guy hiding in the house with a flamboyant breath, "I'm right here, come and find me!" Unfortunately, the people in the house still didn't come out .

A group of hidden idiots who usually wish to stick themselves to her body now seem to be non-existent. Mu Zhaoyan narrowed her eyes, then suddenly turned around and sat down, regardless of her current mobility which is as fragile as Ishikimaru , just so carelessly exposed himself to the cold wind in the corridor, while looking at the blooming cherry blossoms in the garden with a smile on his face, he said to himself in a dazed but light contradictory tone.

"Oh...it really looks like it was back then..."

The girl's back is slender and thin, and after losing her strong aura for a while, it really seems to have returned to the past four years.

Empty porcelain dolls, empty Honmaru, empty souls and eyes.

For someone, four years of hell.

The tall white-haired Fu Sangshen opened the paper door.However, when he approached her anxiously, when the girl looked back with a calm expression, Xiaohuwan's voice became hoarse, and in the end he had to squat beside her quite cautiously, with his ears shaking on his head. He fell down with a flick, like a large dog who only knew that he had made a mistake and looked carefully at his master's expression.

"Sit." The president in the weak period is also the president, and his aura is not weak at all. The quiet Mu Chaoyan has a kind of just right indifference and arrogance. This kind of aura that seems to belong to the superior seems to be engraved in her bones. Anyway, Xiaohuwan felt that if his own god judge was placed at his time, it seemed that it would not be unreasonable to be the lord of a country.

After all, these days, there are very few people who can speak very naturally like an imperial decree, with the feeling of being obedient or dead, and whose expression is taken for granted as if they are about to rule the world in the next moment.

So the 1.8-meter-high white-haired fox sat neatly next to the 1.6-meter-[-]-meter judge, and the picture had a weird sense of harmony.

"Kuohiro has already told me what he said to you when I fell ill for the first time a few nights ago." She said these words calmly, Xiaohuwan's ears twitched, and she couldn't help but think of Shan Baqie Guohiro back then. With the mocking and loathing expression on his face, he unceremoniously opened up the scars that they had been secretly hiding all along.

Their biggest mistake was to take Mu Chaoyan's gentleness as a matter of course.

An unspeakable sense of fear filled Xiaohumaru's heart, he felt his heart tremble a little, and he didn't even know how he continued to talk to her in such a calm tone. "so what."

"A large part of the reason why I came back was because I wanted revenge." She looked up at the sky with a peaceful expression. "I often think, why me, why I can't do it, why no matter what I do, you don't want to look at me-I used to be bad, now I have enough value?"

You've always had it, we've just been too pretentious to notice.Xiaohumaru lowered her head, thinking silently.

Mu Chaoyan didn't know what he was thinking, and just continued talking.

"It was later discovered...it was actually just an obsession."

Just like the desire to kill when the demonic power rampages and fills the meridians, after following the crazy instinct, all she got was painful wounds on her body and a sense of emptiness when her spiritual power was exhausted. In the sea of ​​blood, there were two paths before her—continue to kill until her flesh and bones became one with the corpse under her feet; or stop and walk back.

At that time, she only thought of one sentence in a daze.

If you don't go back, Guoguang will be worried.

So she came back.

"It seems that I saw it overnight." She laughed wantonly and freely, which was rare, but it made Xiaohuwan feel as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Why do you have to take revenge? It would be nice if I had the country." The girl's bright and flamboyant peach blossom eyes looked at him intently. For the first time, Xiaohumaru, who had longed for her sight so much, hoped that her eyes would not be like this for the first time. Looking at him, at least not the current situation.But he found that he couldn't get rid of those haunting eyes at all, he could only look at her lips and teeth uttering sentences that were enough to knock him down to hell.

"I am stronger than any of your knives, so what use is it if I want you?"

She smiled, a soft and elegant smile.

"Even if I really take revenge on you, what else can it bring me other than this momentary pleasure?"

Xiaohuwan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"That's all I can say." Mu Chaoyan stood up, holding the clothes on her shoulders with one hand. "I won't be a good master. I can't give you what you swords want, so whether you are going to find another master or whatever, it's up to you."

"The knife account and my seal are placed in the lobby, you can do whatever you want."

Xiaohumaru had read the sword book, in which there were all the swords that Honmaru had, except that there was a missing page of Yamabuki Kirihiro.At this time, he lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Then why can't the little fox find the page that Shan Mu cut?"

"Because he belongs to me, and it must only belong to me." Mu Chaoyan stopped, and when she turned her head to look at him, there was a natural arrogance in her eyes. "I don't have anything to do with the other Yamabuchi, but only this knife, even if the blade is rusted and turned into ashes, it can only be my knife, my bones, even if he wants to rot, it can only rot in my hands inside."

From the moment Yamabuchi Kirihiro truly dedicated his loyalty to her, Mu Chaoyan has completely held his future firmly in his hands.

Xiaohumaru looked at Mu Chaoyan's leaving back, and slowly lowered her eyelashes.

"Then please, tear up that page of mine too."

The wild fox put away its fangs and claws, put its fragile neck into the hunter's rope, sobbed and crawled at the hunter's feet, flicked its tail like a baby, and became a well-behaved and docile pet, begging for the other's love touch.

After Mu Zhaoyan walked back to the room, Kirikuni Hiroshi Yamabuchi was sitting quietly next to a chess game in her room. The beautiful young man with blond hair and blue eyes softened his brows and eyes, and watched her sit on the opposite side of the chessboard with a brisk arc at the corner of her mouth. , picked up the chess pieces, and took a step forward.

"Are you happy this time?" He looked at her somewhat smug expression, with a kind of soft and doting tenderness in his eyes.Mu Zhaoyan shook her head with a smile, "It's not particularly happy~" She moved her fingers quickly, and Yamabukiri just quietly watched her play chess with him.

Even if you play against yourself, you can still turn the chess game into a murderous situation, a typical fine-scoring scene.In the chess game, the black and white sides are evenly matched at the moment, and it is still unclear who will win and who will lose.

Mu Chaoyan played for a while by herself, then stopped, her eyes crooked with a smile, "I will only be happy if I win completely."

"The winner is mine." Her hand suddenly touched the blond young man's cheek, the other's drooping eyelashes were like a row of fine small fans, Mu Chaoyan squeezed his chin with a smile, and pulled him into her , Smiling wildly.

"You're mine too."

☆、Mr. Mu doesn't like teasing people