I've Become a Yokai Flower

Xuelu hurriedly wiped his nose with his hands.

……

Unlike the village where the atmosphere gradually recovered, at the shrine not far from the village, Naraku stood under the torii gate, looked at the shadow in front of him, and said, "I thought you were dead."

"Oh, there's still work to do."

Intermittent voices, Mr. Hua's footsteps staggering, he is not dead yet, although the body of the god has been completely dissipated, but the demon power revived him again, looking at Naluo in front of him, he continued: "The one who bewitched the gods You evil spirit, I will never let you cause trouble in the world!"

The blue demon fire attacked Naraku in a spiral, but Naraku's figure appeared in front of Hua Jun in an instant, and the ghost hand pierced through the heart of the god, picked the heart, the source of demon power, and swallowed it into the belly, and then Licking the blood from his fingertips, Naraku couldn't help jokingly said: "Use the power I gave you to fall into a demon, and then come to kill me? If your divine pattern is still there, maybe you can really kill me, but it's a pity ,pity……"

"Aren't you also coveting my god position?"

However, Jun Hua sneered and said, "Unfortunately, you are not qualified."

"……Humph."

Naluo snorted coldly, and no longer cared about Mr. Hua. The other party had lost both divine power and demon power, and he couldn't live for a long time. So he turned around and left to prevent Bi'anhua and Campanulaceae from discovering his whereabouts.

After Naraku's figure left, Hua Jun squatted on the ground, and finally crawled two steps forward, leaning against the torii gate, feeling the splendor of the deep purple flower field and the cool feeling of the breeze blowing on the face, and could not help showing a gentle smile.

"why?"

He asked the question again.

Obviously, humans have long forgotten me.

But why?

I will be so happy?

"Humans, lovely children, finally no longer rely on the power of gods, and finally, you, have grown up..."

The end of this sentence will never fall again.

Because the gods here are gone.

The shrine, which has stood here for 800 years, went from prosperity to decay almost in the blink of an eye when the god declared its death. It has not been repaired for more than 200 years. It is only supported by the god alone, and now the pillar has completely passed away.

It finally collapsed.

However, the deep purple flower fields still remain here.

When some day in the future, people pray again.

Perhaps, this departed god.

will come back another way,

continue to protect his people.

……

March, vernal equinox, slanting wind and drizzle.

The sound of rain is pattering, although the weather is gloomy, but without the frost at the end of winter, it feels warm and moist.

The buds of the branches were dyed emerald green by the rain, and there was a sense of tranquility in a hazy meditation. Even the air was filled with a fresh and elegant fragrance...

"Flower~ Please don't keep pulling my hair."

Sighing, Kikyo's tone was a little helpless.

Looking at Bianhua at this moment, her slender fingers caressed Platycodon grandiflorum's soft and flowing hair. The weather was gloomy, which made the latter's cloud temples slightly moist, and strands of hair slipped down from her fingers, while she took a deep breath. Taking a deep breath, sniffing the scent lightly, he couldn't help showing an intoxicated expression, and said, "Piananthinum ~ you smell so fragrant."

"Really, I just combed my hair."

Patting Bianhua's hand lightly, Kikyo tied her hair together with a white tie, and continued: "Do you have a clue about the seeds you got from that god's hand?"

The "seed" in the mouth of the platycodon refers to the divine pattern bestowed by the flower king on the other side of the flower.

"……I have no idea."

Shaking her head lightly, Bi'anhua put her hand on her chest, and took out a group of divine power emitting bright light from her body. This group of divine power is the divine pattern inherited by Mr. Hua, but the divine pattern is inherited, but it still maintains the shape of a light ball , no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't turn it into a divine pattern and imprint it on her forehead.

not qualified?This is impossible!

Regardless of what Mr. Hua said that she is qualified, the best explanation is that this light group remains quiet in her body, because if she is not qualified, she will be excluded. Bianhua has been experimented by the broom god.

During these five days, Bianhua went to the Water God Shrine in the upper reaches of the Tama River in order to understand how to use the divine pattern, and wanted to visit Yunxi again, but for some reason, Yunxi and her envoy disappeared.

That's not right, but there is an old turtle left behind, who seems to be an angel?Huhu fell asleep, just stayed in the shell, no matter how much you shouted, you won't wake up.

There is no other way, Bianhua retreated and went to find Luohe and Rukawa, but they didn't know, and they all said that the divine pattern was in that shape when it was given.

After thinking for a long time, Bianhua still had no idea, so she played with platycodon in the house.

- Whoops!

The bedroom door was opened.

It was Xuelu, and she was standing in front of the door.

The expression is a little bit lost.

"What's the matter? With a dejected expression, I said at the beginning that it would be enough to lend Xueli to you for three days, but you insisted on five days. It's okay now, do you feel your body has been hollowed out?"

Bianhua's mouth was broken, and she couldn't help teasing.