It's Hongye, not Nobunaga

Yamamoto's brain has always been as timid as a mouse and greedy for life and afraid of death.

Although they made a big show this time, he himself chose a place that was least likely to be found to hide before he could laugh.

But I didn't expect that this place would be discovered.

"What exactly is going on!"

He glared angrily at Yuan Chao who was standing beside him: "Didn't you say that this place is absolutely safe, why would someone come here?"

"What I said at the time was that compared to other places, this place is safer?" Yuan Chao lowered his eyebrows and repeated his words.

Yamamoto's brain snorted coldly, but he had to stiffen his neck, mechanically twisted his ferocious brain, and looked towards the direction from which the voice came.

The female voice didn't sound again after it fell just now, but the footsteps were still approaching here, and it sounded like there was more than one person, at least three!

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and said as if emboldened: "Who is it!"

"who?"

The voice moved from far to near, and finally stopped at the entrance of this passage, the girl slowly came out from the darkness, glanced at the images projected on the wall, and said: "Don't you really want to see me? "

Her half-smile eyes fell on Yuan Chao's body, and she stayed for a while before shifting to Yamamoto's Nao: "Why do you have such an expression after seeing me now?"

"Be happy—"

"Clear water, red leaves!!!"

Compared to Yuanshio who kept calm with a smile on his face, Yamamoto's Nao was very restless, he jumped up from the ground suddenly: "Why are you here!"

"Of course I came to see you."

She smiled and tilted her head backwards: "Right, Natsume-kun?"

"Although you say that, you don't actually have to come here yourself."

Natsume Takashi came out from behind, followed by Madara who was very disgusted with this environment: "It's good that Teacher Kitty and I come here."

"People want to see me so much, I have to satisfy their wishes, don't I?"

Shimizu Koba stood upright, raised his chin in the direction of Yamamoto's Nao and Yuanshio.

Logically speaking, Yamamoto's brain, as the guy who is connected with Yamamoto Goro Zaemon's body, should be the most valued.

But Shimizu Hongye looked at the mouth of Yamamoto called Yuanshio: "Since I want to threaten Oda Nobunaga, as Oda Nobunaga himself, I should also see who is so short-sighted! "

"—O-Oda Nobunaga!?"

Before Yamamoto's brain recovered from the fright just now, he was once again stunned by the news.

He stayed where he was and stared at Qingshui Hongye, but Yuan Chao soon came back to his senses in astonishment, and the folding fan with the word "piece" spread out to cover the lower half of his face: "So that's how it is..."

"So...you are Oda Nobunaga."

Yuan Chao's voice was very low: "This is really unexpected."

"Don't make it so easy, you bastard!"

Yamamoto's brain is very dissatisfied with his current attitude: "Now is not the time to talk about such things at all!"

"That's when you said something?" Yuan Chao lowered his head and asked innocently.

"Of course leave this place!"

"However, the only passage here has been taken by them."

For a while, Yamamoto's brain and Yuanchao started arguing, Shimizu Hongye and others stood beside them, listening to their words, couldn't help laughing out: "What? My side hasn't started yet, you have already produced Is there infighting?"

Yamamoto's brain immediately came to his senses, and quickly hid behind Yuan Chao, tightly grasping the hem of his clothes: "Yuan Chao, quickly summon the guys in the group!"

"Everyone is working hard outside for 'Hundred Stories'..."

Yuan Chao prolonged the ending, half-closed his eyes into a long and narrow shape, and watched him grabbing the skinny hand at the corner of his clothes: "And, that guy Jingzhai has been killed by...."

The implication is that none of them can create monsters anymore.

"This, what should I do—!"

Yamamoto's brain has a heartfelt fear of Shimizu Hongye.

Yuan Chao slowly freed his clothes from his hands, flicked the folds of the fabric, and pointed to the side: "It will be resurrected soon."

"Wait until Yamamoto Gorozaemon-sama comes back from hell..."

"You're right!"

He was immediately persuaded, as if thinking of something, he took out an object from his arms: "By the way, that guy Nue gave us this. This can be—"

Before he finished his sentence, he felt a black shadow flash across his eyeballs, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that his hands were empty.

"What's the matter!"

"Lord."

The boy's triumphant voice resounded with his voice. Fudo Xingguang held the thing he had just snatched from Yamamoto's brain with both hands, and handed it to Shimizu Hongye: "What you ordered!"

"Good job, don't move."

She picked up the thing that seemed to be wrapped in a spell, felt the breath coming from it, and frowned slightly: "Sure enough, it has something to do with Abe's family."

"Nobunaga, Hongye-sama..."

Natsume Takashi looked worriedly at her white fingertips being polluted black, but was pulled by Fudo Xingguang: "It's okay."

There were traces of pollution on his hands just now, but Shimizu Hongye had already purified it for him when he took the things just now.

Natsume Takashi also saw the cleanliness in his hands, relieved himself, raised his hand and gently rubbed his hair.

Fudo Xingguang subconsciously rubbed that strange yet familiar hand. He had been brandished in these hands many years ago when he was just an ordinary knife.

Fudo Xingguang never imagined that he would be able to see him again in this era—even though he was reincarnated, he still carries the original memory.

"Ranmaru."

He whispered the name of Natsume Takashi's previous life, but Shimizu Hongye turned his face at this moment: "Don't move, call him Natsume now."

The former Mori Ranmaru, now Natsume Takashi frowned: "Don't move, my name is Natsume Takashi now."

"...Natsume Takashi."

Fudo Xingguang murmured, then nodded vigorously and wrote it down: "I know!"

While they were talking here, Yamamoto's brain was already annoyed that things had been taken away.

But compared to other monsters transformed from Yamamoto Gorozaemon's organs, he is the weakest as a brain, and he doesn't know how to fight at all.

He can only order Yuan Tide to act, but the latter doesn't seem to be very willing to follow his command.

"Yuan Chao, do you want to rebel!"

"..."

Yuan Chao's dark eyes stared at him, making him a little scared: "You, do you want to betray too..."

"No."

He seems to be answering Yamamoto's question, and he seems to be saying to himself: "However, if you say betrayal, you can't say it's not counted."

"Damn it! You really have a different heart!"

Yamamoto's brain suddenly remembered some things he had heard before, and quickly stepped back a few steps.

The storyteller, who was supposed to fight against the Shimizu Koba and his party who suddenly appeared here, has turned around and faced him: "Although we are all monsters differentiated from Yamamoto Gorozaemon, I hope to be a monster." a separate entity."

"You traitor!"

"You said yes."

The folding fan in his hand turned into a sharp blade, and he slashed straight down from above, directly cutting Yamamoto's brain into two ends.

The shrill and resentful shouts cursed Yuanshio, Shimizu Koba, and Nuragumi. It echoed in this not-so-narrow, but not so spacious place either.

"I didn't plan to start so early, but you are really useless."

Yuanchao's fan was stained with the blood of Yamamoto's brain, and the blood stains covered all the "pieces" in the center, just like the pattern painted by splashing dark red paint on the white fan: "It makes everyone laugh gone."

He smiled modestly at Shimizu Hongye and the others, and even saluted: "Master Oda Nobunaga."

"Your behavior surprised me."

Shimizu Koyo recalled what Kyosai said just before his death, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that your purpose is indeed not to resurrect Yamamoto Gorozaemon from hell."

"He doesn't have any great talent, even if he is resurrected, he can only command blindly."

Madoshio's words don't sound like the guy who persuaded Yanagida to support the Hyakumonogatari group to this era in order to revive Yamamoto Gorozaemon's great cause.

There is a very dangerous smell on his body, but it has nothing to do with his own strength.

This is the smell of conspiracy, as if if you are not careful, you will step into his trap, and then fall into the abyss of despair.

It's just that there is a good saying, in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is useless.

Shimizu Hongye took a small step forward, protecting Natsume Takashi and Fudo Yukimitsu behind him.

The same is true for Madara, who stayed by Natsume Takashi's side without a trace, staring at the guy who gave him a bad feeling, maintaining a state of vigilance all the time.

"Don't be so nervous."

Yuan Chao closed the folding fan and raised his hands to the side of his face: "I will not be your opponent, so I will not do stupid things that put me in danger."

"Is it?"

Shimizu Hongye raised her eyebrows: "But, even if you don't do anything, I can solve you anytime I want."

"You're right."

He sighed, and carefully looked around the still playing screens: "However, I know you won't do this for the time being."

"Oh?"

"You want to know something from me."

He put down his hand, and tapped on the object beside him, which contained the fears collected by the Hundred Story Group from the panic of human beings during this period: "Whether the matter of the Hundred Story Group is good, or the matter of Nue..."

"If you are willing to let me live, I will know everything and say everything."

"A guy who can easily betray, I can't believe your words."

Shimizu Hongye pinched the utensil in her hand, and rubbed her fingertips on it for a while: "However, since you have already said that, then I will give you a chance."

"Then, in order to show my sincerity, I will withdraw the Hyakumonogatari monsters within my ability."

He bent down and bowed respectfully.

The author has something to say:

That’s right, actually Natsume is Ranmaru not Nohime hhh

Nonghime is still behind.serious face

Yuanchao is actually a [-]-year-old boy in the slippery manga x

So, is there a conflict between my liking for Ghost Dance Tsuji and my desire to pull him out to bask in the sun and drink hydrangea tea?No.

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