I'm really unnerved in Tokyo
Chapter 569
Chapter 569
"Hey hey hey hey, it's finished... This new cross-generational work, "Sake Tun Daigan Ibaraki"!"
Sitting cross-legged on the roof, before writing a painting case, Tokugawa Yoshinen blinked six blood-colored giant eyes on his face, and let out a silly low smile.
On the drawing paper where his ink is still wet, it is Shuten-douji with red skin and long horns, torn clothes, wearing a ghost gold rod on his waist, and the fire of Buddha.
As for Shuten-douji, who was as burly as a hill with his back facing him, and who was pinned down by the ghostly golden stick, it was "Watching the Moon Che" who was surging with purple flames, undressed, with tangled muscles, and was rendered extremely petite and thin. .
This scene of Ji Lie fighting naked and hand-to-hand with the evil spirits of Dajiang Mountain is vivid on the paper under his ingenious painting skills.
"Next, I just need to take Nabaraki's incarnation as the material and blend it into the painting..."
"boom!!!"
Before he finished speaking, the vibration of the building complex under Tokugawa Yoshinen's feet suddenly stopped.
After the dust settled, a three-meter-tall Shuten-douji with broken armor and eight-pack abs appeared.
"The mystery made me very happy, but...you lost again, Ibaraki..."
And the one pressed under him extremely forcefully, with his hands locked behind his back, was "Wangyueche" who was burning in the golden Buddha fire, his limbs were distorted in many places, and his eyes were angry.
"...It's been 1000 years, and you still haven't defeated me once."
"Wangyue Che"'s originally pitch-black and thick right arm had shrunk to the point of being skinny and boneless, obviously exhausted.
This feeling and this scene are exactly the same as the picture in Tokugawa Yoshinen's pen.
"Hmph, it's all because this kid's celestial body is too weak...it can't compare to your ghost, god and Buddha body..."
"Only this mouth is still as hard as ever..."
Thick fingers caressed the corners of "Mochizuki Che"'s lips, and Shuten-douji, who was in the "upper hand", said words that made the other party's shocking pupils reveal complex expressions such as fear, nostalgia, shyness, unwillingness, and sinking: "Go on!" Come down, it's the long-lost "loser's punishment time"... You should also miss it very much, right? It's been a millennium, Oeyama nojiri asked..."
"Damn it! One day, I will definitely punish you as the winner!!!"
Lying on the ground, "Wangyueche" whose purple flames were so weak that they seemed to be extinguished at any time, his eyes were full of unwillingness.
However, the situation is stronger than people, and with all the bones in his body broken, he only has the strength to speak harshly, and he can't even move his fingers.
"Hey, it's this unyielding but sinking look, which is more intoxicating than fine wine."
Looking at the scorching expression of "Mochizuki Che" below him, Shutendouji's thoughts seem to have returned to the time thousands of years ago, when he was planning ghosts and galloping in the mountains and rivers, sharing the prosperity of the world.
……
Abandoned cassocks, broken Buddhist beads, destroyed Buddha statues, and the Son of God is no longer.
The only remaining evil ghost, Jiu Tun, followed the guidance in his heart, and went towards the place with the strongest resentment in the world.
The Brokeback Mountain (Brokeback Mountain) straddles the worlds of humans and ghosts, and the most central Danba Peak is the only place to go to and from Kyoto.
Here, the mountains are full of banners, blood is flowing everywhere, humans and ghosts are fighting day and night, and the battle is endless. It is a place of deep, dark and fantasy.
There are no clear rules and regulations, red tape etiquette, only the jungle of the jungle, and doing what you want.
Humans and ghosts are not the enemy of Jiu Tun and Yi He.
Crush the human heart, let the hot blood splash on the face and drink into the throat, like the drizzle of Ibuki Mountain, let him regain his life.
All over the mountains and plains, the ghosts that come into your eyes are all defeated soldiers, let him spur them on.
Even the God of the Mountains entrenched here can only become the cornerstone of his throne for proving the Dao of ghosts and gods and proclaiming himself the King of Dajiang Mountain Ghosts.
However, after a long time, the once hearty killing and predation has become boring.
Regardless of human beings or evil spirits, as long as the skin is torn off to reveal the flesh and heart, they are all the same red or black.
Only the beauty with intoxicating wine, thin skin and tender flesh, and that Ibaraki who often comes to the door to be whipped, but can only hold on for 3 minutes each time, can talk to relieve their worries.
……
"Oh, it seems that we will add another 'Private House Painting' today?"
Looking at the upcoming "Dajiangshan Daily Punishment PLAY" below, Tokugawa Yoshinen on the roof excitedly put on a brand new human skin drawing paper, took a pen and waited.
At the same time, a figure with black "wings" appeared in his eyes at high speed from below like a roc spreading its wings...
"This is……"
Before Tokugawa Yoshinen's six eyeballs had time to turn, the figure dragged a slender black line of resentment, swept vertically from bottom to top, and disappeared from his sight.
"……So fast!"
Behind that figure, the cave wall, which was originally glistening green under the reflection of the dark green moss, was stained with large swaths of white for some reason.
Looking carefully, the ghosts and warriors he "created" were all standing in the building complex on the edge of the cave wall, with their hands clasped together and glowing.
"Hey, I had a lot of fun playing up and down, left and right, back and forth, moving around just now..."
A man's voice suddenly sounded above his head.
"When is..."
Slowly raising his head, Tokugawa Yoshinen's six pupils vibrated at the same time...
Above the head, a blond man with a pair of huge "black wings" stretched out on his back, tilting his head and holding a bare knife handle, with burst veins on his forehead, staring at him with murderous eyes.
On the hilt of the knife, hot black flames lingered up from the invisible thing, burning hotly, and turned into a somewhat exaggerated flame blade.
"You, you shouldn't be below, why are you above..."
The scorching white flames in the opponent's eyes, the sturdy body like a sculpture, the burning tattoos on the surface of the body, and the 18-meter-long black flame sword in his hand...
Yoshinen Tokugawa, who has drawn countless ghosts in his life, and even Shuten-doji can be resurrected through painting, felt that it was the first time he really saw the evil ghost returning from hell.
"What kind of monster are you?!"
He subconsciously reached out, wanting to touch the stone bowl beside him, but he couldn't move because of the palpitation of being stared at by a predator.
"Oh……"
As soon as the upward momentum slowed down, Araki Sousuke leaned over and landed on the roof where Tokugawa Yoshinen was staying, with his toes on the ground.
"Is this thing used to manipulate this hidden place?"
Completely ignoring Tokugawa Yoshinen's intentions, Araki Sousuke walked past him, came to the picture table, and picked up the gray stone bowl on the table first.
Tokugawa Yoshinen played with the dusty stone bowl in an indescribable way over and over again, and he had already seen it all.
Coupled with the rune guidance on the "Bamboo Tori Picture Scroll", the possibility of this thing being the "Mochizuki Secret Treasure" is self-evident.
The moment the stone bowl was picked up, the "Taketori Painting Scroll" hanging on his waist, like a giant light tube, erupted with a dazzling white glow.
(End of this chapter)
"Hey hey hey hey, it's finished... This new cross-generational work, "Sake Tun Daigan Ibaraki"!"
Sitting cross-legged on the roof, before writing a painting case, Tokugawa Yoshinen blinked six blood-colored giant eyes on his face, and let out a silly low smile.
On the drawing paper where his ink is still wet, it is Shuten-douji with red skin and long horns, torn clothes, wearing a ghost gold rod on his waist, and the fire of Buddha.
As for Shuten-douji, who was as burly as a hill with his back facing him, and who was pinned down by the ghostly golden stick, it was "Watching the Moon Che" who was surging with purple flames, undressed, with tangled muscles, and was rendered extremely petite and thin. .
This scene of Ji Lie fighting naked and hand-to-hand with the evil spirits of Dajiang Mountain is vivid on the paper under his ingenious painting skills.
"Next, I just need to take Nabaraki's incarnation as the material and blend it into the painting..."
"boom!!!"
Before he finished speaking, the vibration of the building complex under Tokugawa Yoshinen's feet suddenly stopped.
After the dust settled, a three-meter-tall Shuten-douji with broken armor and eight-pack abs appeared.
"The mystery made me very happy, but...you lost again, Ibaraki..."
And the one pressed under him extremely forcefully, with his hands locked behind his back, was "Wangyueche" who was burning in the golden Buddha fire, his limbs were distorted in many places, and his eyes were angry.
"...It's been 1000 years, and you still haven't defeated me once."
"Wangyue Che"'s originally pitch-black and thick right arm had shrunk to the point of being skinny and boneless, obviously exhausted.
This feeling and this scene are exactly the same as the picture in Tokugawa Yoshinen's pen.
"Hmph, it's all because this kid's celestial body is too weak...it can't compare to your ghost, god and Buddha body..."
"Only this mouth is still as hard as ever..."
Thick fingers caressed the corners of "Mochizuki Che"'s lips, and Shuten-douji, who was in the "upper hand", said words that made the other party's shocking pupils reveal complex expressions such as fear, nostalgia, shyness, unwillingness, and sinking: "Go on!" Come down, it's the long-lost "loser's punishment time"... You should also miss it very much, right? It's been a millennium, Oeyama nojiri asked..."
"Damn it! One day, I will definitely punish you as the winner!!!"
Lying on the ground, "Wangyueche" whose purple flames were so weak that they seemed to be extinguished at any time, his eyes were full of unwillingness.
However, the situation is stronger than people, and with all the bones in his body broken, he only has the strength to speak harshly, and he can't even move his fingers.
"Hey, it's this unyielding but sinking look, which is more intoxicating than fine wine."
Looking at the scorching expression of "Mochizuki Che" below him, Shutendouji's thoughts seem to have returned to the time thousands of years ago, when he was planning ghosts and galloping in the mountains and rivers, sharing the prosperity of the world.
……
Abandoned cassocks, broken Buddhist beads, destroyed Buddha statues, and the Son of God is no longer.
The only remaining evil ghost, Jiu Tun, followed the guidance in his heart, and went towards the place with the strongest resentment in the world.
The Brokeback Mountain (Brokeback Mountain) straddles the worlds of humans and ghosts, and the most central Danba Peak is the only place to go to and from Kyoto.
Here, the mountains are full of banners, blood is flowing everywhere, humans and ghosts are fighting day and night, and the battle is endless. It is a place of deep, dark and fantasy.
There are no clear rules and regulations, red tape etiquette, only the jungle of the jungle, and doing what you want.
Humans and ghosts are not the enemy of Jiu Tun and Yi He.
Crush the human heart, let the hot blood splash on the face and drink into the throat, like the drizzle of Ibuki Mountain, let him regain his life.
All over the mountains and plains, the ghosts that come into your eyes are all defeated soldiers, let him spur them on.
Even the God of the Mountains entrenched here can only become the cornerstone of his throne for proving the Dao of ghosts and gods and proclaiming himself the King of Dajiang Mountain Ghosts.
However, after a long time, the once hearty killing and predation has become boring.
Regardless of human beings or evil spirits, as long as the skin is torn off to reveal the flesh and heart, they are all the same red or black.
Only the beauty with intoxicating wine, thin skin and tender flesh, and that Ibaraki who often comes to the door to be whipped, but can only hold on for 3 minutes each time, can talk to relieve their worries.
……
"Oh, it seems that we will add another 'Private House Painting' today?"
Looking at the upcoming "Dajiangshan Daily Punishment PLAY" below, Tokugawa Yoshinen on the roof excitedly put on a brand new human skin drawing paper, took a pen and waited.
At the same time, a figure with black "wings" appeared in his eyes at high speed from below like a roc spreading its wings...
"This is……"
Before Tokugawa Yoshinen's six eyeballs had time to turn, the figure dragged a slender black line of resentment, swept vertically from bottom to top, and disappeared from his sight.
"……So fast!"
Behind that figure, the cave wall, which was originally glistening green under the reflection of the dark green moss, was stained with large swaths of white for some reason.
Looking carefully, the ghosts and warriors he "created" were all standing in the building complex on the edge of the cave wall, with their hands clasped together and glowing.
"Hey, I had a lot of fun playing up and down, left and right, back and forth, moving around just now..."
A man's voice suddenly sounded above his head.
"When is..."
Slowly raising his head, Tokugawa Yoshinen's six pupils vibrated at the same time...
Above the head, a blond man with a pair of huge "black wings" stretched out on his back, tilting his head and holding a bare knife handle, with burst veins on his forehead, staring at him with murderous eyes.
On the hilt of the knife, hot black flames lingered up from the invisible thing, burning hotly, and turned into a somewhat exaggerated flame blade.
"You, you shouldn't be below, why are you above..."
The scorching white flames in the opponent's eyes, the sturdy body like a sculpture, the burning tattoos on the surface of the body, and the 18-meter-long black flame sword in his hand...
Yoshinen Tokugawa, who has drawn countless ghosts in his life, and even Shuten-doji can be resurrected through painting, felt that it was the first time he really saw the evil ghost returning from hell.
"What kind of monster are you?!"
He subconsciously reached out, wanting to touch the stone bowl beside him, but he couldn't move because of the palpitation of being stared at by a predator.
"Oh……"
As soon as the upward momentum slowed down, Araki Sousuke leaned over and landed on the roof where Tokugawa Yoshinen was staying, with his toes on the ground.
"Is this thing used to manipulate this hidden place?"
Completely ignoring Tokugawa Yoshinen's intentions, Araki Sousuke walked past him, came to the picture table, and picked up the gray stone bowl on the table first.
Tokugawa Yoshinen played with the dusty stone bowl in an indescribable way over and over again, and he had already seen it all.
Coupled with the rune guidance on the "Bamboo Tori Picture Scroll", the possibility of this thing being the "Mochizuki Secret Treasure" is self-evident.
The moment the stone bowl was picked up, the "Taketori Painting Scroll" hanging on his waist, like a giant light tube, erupted with a dazzling white glow.
(End of this chapter)
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