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Two years later, in 1912.

The ink-like robe unfolded, outlining the golden color of sixteen petals and eight-fold chrysanthemum patterns, which was as dazzling as sunlight, and there seemed to be a halo of light surrounding the young man, just like the legend——

The emperor is a descendant of Amaterasu, and he has the blood of the god on his body.

The civil and military officials knelt down without any hesitation, lowered their heads and lowered their eyes: "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Hong Xiang on the stage: Fuck me, wearing the Emperor's hat makes me so hot, I feel like my hairline is moving up...won't I be bald.

After the coronation ceremony was over, Hong Xiang immediately took off his robe embroidered with imperial patterns, changed into casual clothes, and planned to leave the palace.

Maid: "Your Majesty! No!"

"My friend invited me to drink tea, and I'm about to be late." Hong Xiang began to put on a small burden.

Attendant: "Your Majesty...you have just been crowned..." There are still a lot of political affairs waiting for you!

"It's so troublesome. Send me an order to make Meiji the regent, and find him for everything!"

Emperor Meiji, who should have died of uremia, was still alive and kicking. After abdicating at the age of 60, he planned to take care of his grandchildren and take care of his grandchildren.

"..." How can anyone designate his father who has just abdicated as the regent? ? ?

"Oh, I am the rule!" Why did he use the flame of the sun to nourish Meiji's body?Just for the sake of him, just spend a little more time on yourself!

No, I am a person who does great things, what kind of waves... Cough cough.

The blond young man jumped in three steps in parallel, and his figure was about to disappear into the palace, leaving only a few wisps of incense from the coronation ceremony.

The hidden guard who couldn't keep up wanted to cry but had no tears: "Your Majesty!"

Then the blond-haired young man fell with a slap one step away from the door. Fortunately, the responsive Hong Xiang immediately supported the ground with his left hand and performed a front flip to prevent his image from collapsing in front of the servant.

"..." The silk thread on the leg was gradually tightening, Hong Xiang pulled the inextricable white thread, and a helpless and tolerant voice sounded, "Tired, stop making trouble."

Thinking of His Majesty's instructions, the servants bowed silently and left the room with their heads bowed.

"In any occasion where Young Master Tired is, everyone must withdraw silently."

This is a silent rule around Emperor Yoshihito. No one will take the initiative to mention it, but everyone will silently abide by it.

The gray-haired boy poked his head out from behind the screen, flipped it over with his fingers nimbly, and the silk threads increased one by one, binding Hongxiang's body tightly.

Hong Xiang: "..." I seem to know what Li Zai is going to do.

The palace is covered with soft carpets, and the blond young man is bound by the "blood ghost technique", facing the future that he is about to be dragged back to the house in a state of dead fish eyes.

"Well, I'm tired, I just have something to go out of the house..." Afterwards, the words became softer and softer, with a little unconscious guilt.

The boy stroked the young man's cheek with a slightly cool hand, and said in a cold tone, "Father has not fulfilled his father's obligations at all."

He brought himself back from Natian Spider Mountain two years ago, and that was also his first complete failure in the face of human beings.In the face of overwhelming strength, any resistance is like a drop of rain falling into the sea, and even the spreading ripples will not last for a few seconds before dissipating.

***

Tired still remembers that after Hong Xiang investigated the life in his hand, the hand holding the knife suddenly tightened, obviously with murderous intentions.

The sun wheel knife burning with red flames took the lives of his [mother] and other [brothers and sisters] mercilessly, leaving not even a single ashes behind.

But until the light flowing on the knife changed from dark red to dark red with dried blood, the expected ultimate move did not come.

After a long time, the young man's deep voice came: "As Twelve Ghost Moons, you must be very valuable."

This is to capture him alive.

……for what?Is it for the whereabouts of Oni Wu Tsuji?

There is no need at all, the upper strings of the Twelve Ghost Moons are the real subordinates of Lord Wu Mi, the upper strings have not been replaced for more than 100 years, and the lower strings are replaced every year, every month, every day, Master Wu Mi does not care about them.

[Sin] such a light mother and brothers and sisters were killed, why leave him who [sin] is more serious?

Lei seemed to have noticed something, and his flat tone combined with the red pattern on his face seemed extraordinarily secretive, "I killed all the soldiers last time, except for the adult male."

The blue eyes of the blond young man narrowed, with a little dark color in the night, after tired to say the last word, the young man put his hand on the handle of the knife, and the corner of his mouth curled down: "Have you said enough. "

Swish.

The sound was not obvious from the rustling sounds in the dense forest, but the gray-haired boy's eyes widened, and he couldn't hide the shock and fear at all. He hurriedly covered his neck, but he couldn't stop the wound at all. of blood.

The blood was winding, like several live snakes turning out of the wound, the overload of horror has numb the pain.

His neck had not been severed, and the cervical spine was still attached to the spine.

However, Lei didn't notice the slightest movement of Hongxiang at all.

Before and after the wound opened, as the fifth of the last string, he didn't notice anything!

It's not that Hong Xiang chopped off his neck continuously. He had seen it before.

If the other party wants to... I can separate my body and head in an instant.

The young man's hoarse voice was self-controlled, "Don't challenge my endurance anymore. Otherwise, it will be difficult to control the severity of the next swing of the knife."

"You say you want me to be your [father], then let me teach you how to behave [human beings]."

……

Not all ghosts are incurable, and Hong Xiang has also seen the ghost of the abominable ghost Wu Tsuji.Among them is Miss Zhushi, who is a ghost, but is looking for a way to turn the ghost back into a human.

She and the child beside her controlled their appetites and survived only on human blood.

So Hongxiang agreed to provide her with ghost blood for research, and built a chemical room for her.

On the surface [Baijiu Pharmaceutical Factory] is an imported pharmaceutical company, but in fact it is the exclusive laboratory of the government to research ghosts.

A living Twelve Ghost Moon is much more useful than a dead one.

Ghosts know how to "breed" thin-blooded human beings in order to suck more flesh and gain more power, so humans also know how to "breed" ghosts to extract their blood for research.

***

Tired, as a ghost who has "passed meat", can't live without cannibalism.

The gray-haired boy bit his lower lip tightly, and a line of blood flowed down the corner of his lip.

Hong Xiang showed a hint of understanding: "Are you hungry?"

It turned out that it was the father who didn't notice that the cub was hungry, no wonder the reaction was so big.

The blond youth raised his sleeves and put his arm to the boy's mouth.

Even though ghosts have mimicry, the real appearance of ghosts is the age when they became ghosts. It seems that they become ghosts when they are seven or eight years old. Children of this age have not yet fully formed the Three Views education.

The gray-haired boy had a complicated face, but he still held Hong Xiang's arm.

The ghost's hunger was unbearable, but he had to suppress his appetite.There are many servants around Hongxiang, especially those maids, who have no combat power at all, and he can get a delicious meal with just a few fingers.

Kelei knew that once he attacked anyone around Hongxiang, he would definitely die in the end.

This man's strength can definitely do this, and he has already experienced it deeply two years ago.

He was different from the other kid beside Hongxiang, who was older than him and couldn't do anything with a broken arm... trash.

But that boy is a human being, so he can get preferential treatment from Hongxiang.

The servants exited the main hall, and a young boy with mint blue hair came out of the side hall and asked, "Your Highness is gone?"

The maid still kept the ornaments that Hong Xiang had taken off from her robe, and reminded: "I'm going to call Your Majesty, Your Excellency Ichiro."

The little boy nodded slightly, and there was no expression on his delicate face.

When he was brought, [His Majesty] was indeed [His Highness], and it is normal that he cannot change for a while.

Shi Tou Yilang was rescued by Hongxiang when he passed a cabin on a remote mountain a few months ago when he was driving at night. At that time, a young boy with mint blue hair was beating a ghost with a wooden stake. Fix the ghost's body firmly to the ground.

But because of no point, the ghost never died.

But this kind of Lingchi pain is probably not much different from death.

Hongxiang's imaginary red-glowed sun wheel knife killed the ghost, but the young boy holding the wooden stick in his hand was still unconscious, and continued to mechanically attack the location where the ghost used to be.

hiss--

Sensing that the life of the other breathing master was in danger, the blond youth hurried into the room. The young boy with the same stature and appearance outside was covered in wounds, and his left hand was bleeding profusely.

Without hesitation, Hongxiang picked up the seriously injured young boy, injected the flame of sunshine into his body to keep him alive, tore his coat into strips and wrapped it around his left arm to stop the bleeding, and then carried him to the medical center down the mountain.

The Flame of the Sun... Hehui is good at breastfeeding himself, and he can pull himself back when he is seriously injured or near death.So even if Hehui often commits suicide, Qingzhihuo and Baiyin Clan's [Unchanged] are worthy of such sacrifices.

Therefore, when it comes to saving others, He Hui is a little short of the fire.

The seriously injured boy was exhaling more air than inhaling, blood was still gurgling out from the wrapped fabric, the situation was urgent.

As for the other one, his condition was fine, his body was splattered with ghost blood, and his muscles screamed from excessive force in his limbs.There are no other dangerous creatures nearby, so no matter how exhausted you are, you will be fine.

After all, he only has two hands. If the two are taken away together, the posture of carrying a seriously injured person with one hand can easily cause secondary injury.

During the operation, the doctor said that the patient's vital signs were very unstable.

That's right, such a young boy has been malnourished due to long-term work, and the system is very poor. He will fall into a coma when he loses a lot of blood.

So for the next few hours, Hongxiang kept sending the fire of death energy, and even used illusion to blur the doctor's thinking. After all, the boy's left hand was torn off by something, and if the doctor made a fuss, it would easily affect his judgment. .

By the time the operation was over, the sun had reached the very center of the sky.

Then, when Hong Xiang went up the mountain again, the other young boy had disappeared.

But he wasn't worried.

Familiar herbal smell and lady's rouge...

The white oak elf, the wife of the head of the Demon Slayer Squad, Amayashiki Amane came here, and she saved another boy.

It's just that the young man rescued by Hongxiang lost his memory because of the excessive stimulation he received.

It's hard to tell clearly just by writing a letter, but Hong Xiang did know from the letter from Miyashiki Yoya that Mrs. Tianyin brought back a little boy that day.

As for other details, I had no choice but to go to the Ghost Killing Squad to see the situation for myself.

What kind of past did that boy with dull eyes and mint blue hair have?

At this moment, Tokito Ichiro, who lost his memory, quietly walked to the entrance of the main hall after dismissing the servants.

Hongxiang did not forbid this young man from traveling. Ichiro was also a good boy with good manners, and when the servants saw that the boy had broken a hand, they all took care of him with sympathy and compassion.

But this inexplicable "goodness" made Ichiro feel uncomfortable.

He didn't want his disability to draw attention to him.

The boy's low panting sound came from the main hall, which seemed to be tinged with depression. In contrast, the young man's voice seemed much calmer and more reserved, "Is this enough?"

Hong Xiang touched the head of the gray-haired boy, tired but sucked his blood, no... not even a mouthful, only a few drops, just temporarily making himself less hungry.

The boy's hoarse voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.But Shitou Muichiro outside the door could hear clearly:

"...Is it okay?" His blood-red pupils were full of pain, he didn't know if he could continue...continue to be favored by [father].

Tokito Ichiro suddenly clenched his fist.

The difference can be seen from the names of the servants.

Tired is "Young Master", which means the master here.

He is "Your Excellency", which means a guest from afar.

There have been many moments where Ichiro couldn't help feeling an emotion close to envy and longing.

I envy that child who can act like a baby in His Highness...His Majesty's arms.