I've Become a Yokai Flower

The name is only secondary, the opponent's ability is powerful, and he holds an artifact capable of beheading any enemy. I am afraid that even the dragon bone spirit who dominated the Kanto region back then would be beheaded.

Or, easy?

Faced with such a character, even if Yunze had already prepared for it, he couldn't help but be terrified.

But at this moment, we can only rely on them.

"It would be bad if 'Master Yezhi' knew what we were doing at this moment." Yun Lan said in a low voice.

"Associating with the God of Misfortune, at this moment, we have already lost the qualifications to be envoys of God, so, Yunlan, do you have any plans for the future?"

Yunze looked up at the sky, and the sunset was dim, like a drama ending, as if it was a metaphor for something.

So, she said with emotion: "800 years, this is equivalent to ten reincarnations of human beings. The more you serve the gods, the less you want to say goodbye to the gods, but we must accept the reality. The 'Night Mori-sama' we serve, It will never come back again, when the gods of the next generation grow up, that is when we, the gods of the old generation, disappear."

"..."

Yun Lan opened her mouth, but couldn't speak. ...

The sound of the rain was murmuring, like the rushing of a stream.

Bianhua sat by the window, looked at the light rain outside, and frowned slightly, because it had been raining for three days and two nights without stopping.

In this way, in the fields of the village, those tender seedlings that have just been planted are about to be soaked into soup by the rain, and they are still half-baked.

It's strange that Bianhua can't understand that the coming of spring rain is really a very normal thing, but it has been going on for such a long time, which is very strange.

Even if the rain is still small, it will not cause serious harm such as floods, but it will still affect human life.

The humidity in the air made the clothes and edibles in the homes of ordinary villagers start to get moldy, and their moods also changed from being purified to being gloomy, feeling extremely depressing, the sky was not clear, and even the hue of the sun was forgotten.

Even Bianhua, who used to like the shade in the past, wants to use the magic cannon to pierce the clouds at this moment.

But it's pointless to do so.

Because Bianhua had already tried it, but the monsoon would blow the cloud back again, and in the end it was just a waste of [-]% of her divine power.

The crux of the problem is, where does the rain come from?

More than bellflowers...

Ah~ It doesn't seem to be an order of magnitude.

Muttering inwardly, Higanka turned around and saw that Xuelu was sitting at Zashiki's table at the moment, making a sound of "chirp, chirp", carefully teasing Garuda.

Garuda's small body gradually became stronger, and he even bid farewell to the bird's nest and was able to fly for a short time.

It's hard, the wings are hard!

Puchi, puchi--

There was a sound of spreading wings.

Garuda landed on Yukiro's head, and the golden feathers matched the "campfire" in Zashiki.

"Xuelu, pay attention to Garuda, or I'm afraid it will become a roast chicken in a while." Bianhua leaned against the wall leisurely, jokingly said.

At the same time, in Zashiki, the so-called "bonfire" is actually a lantern ghost. As a qualified tool man, what should I do if the air is humid?

Isn't it time to need a lantern ghost?

The lantern ghost's will-o'-the-wisp can keep the air in the room dry. Bi'anhua casually poured a cup of lamp oil into its mouth, and the other party took a deep breath. The will-o'-the-wisp became more vigorous, and the indoor temperature rose, all thanks to it.

There is one thing to say, the lantern ghost feels that it has eaten better in the past three days than during the Chinese New Year. It originally hated rainy days but hoped that the rain would last.

It's not so much a lantern, it's more like a stove, and the Broom God is warming up next to it. These days, it hasn't been cleaned much, because the waist is really bad, and it feels like it will be broken at any time, so I can only let Kikyo do it for me.

"...How could it be? Garuda is a good boy, so he won't play with fire casually."

Hearing Bianhua's ridicule, Xuelu made a ? gesture and continued: "You mean it? Eh..."

As soon as the words fell, Xuelu felt a light on the top of his head, and Garuda flew out, went straight to the Lantern Ghost, and jumped into the fire like a moth.

"...Stop, stop, stop, stop! Garuda, come back to me quickly!"

With a snap of his teeth and claws, Xuelu rushed over like a strange species, which overturned the table.

Jingling and clanging, there was a messy sound.

"I forgot to tell you that although Garuda is a demon bird of hell, he is also a fire bird, so he likes flames."

With her hand on her chin, Bi'anhua was not too worried about it, and continued: "However, since it is a fire bird, it seems that it will not become a roast chicken, alas..."

At the end, Bianhua sighed faintly.

"What's with your regretful tone?!"

Xuelu hurriedly pulled Jialuluo out, and found that there was still a flame on the opponent's body, trying to put it out turned into a fire, which frightened her so much that she was terrified.

"……What to do? What to do? What to do?"

Seeing this, Xuelu looked at Bianhua begging for help.

"It's not a big problem, it's its own ability, it can't burn itself, but you have to be careful, because I'm not sure if it can control the demon fire in its body."

After all, Bianhua saw a group of bright flames flying towards her, took a breath, and extinguished it...

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