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To say that he is a little more sensitive than ordinary people is already a very modest statement.

Like Sakonji Rinaki, Tanjiro Kamado has a sharper nose than a dog.

The blond young man in front of him, who was a head taller than him, carried an unknown scent of flowers or incense, and his whole body was integrated with the fragrance in a high-profile manner.

The boy's breathing became deep.

This is a feeling I've never had before... In short, it's a refreshing smell, and the mood will get better unconsciously. After training in the back mountain for so long, Tanjiro smelled such a good smell for the first time.

The visitor seemed to have no intention of speaking, so Tanjiro took the initiative to ask, "Is this sir here to visit Mr. Rinaki?"

Besides his own smell, it's Mr. Ryotaki's smell.

From Tanjiro's words "My sense of smell is more sensitive than the average person" at the beginning, Hong Xiang also speculated that this boy's sense of smell may be the same as Mr. Rinaki Taki's.

Yiyong and Sato's Hehui also has a good sense of smell. When they tracked their footprints and looked into the distance, Hehui could catch prey in the woods by smell.

So this is the next time Rinaki Zuo recently... Directly passed on to his disciples.

"Yes." The blond youth nodded slightly, and continued to ask: "Do you clean the training ground every day?"

The boy's expression suddenly became a little strange, as if he didn't expect this stranger to ask such an [irrelevant] question, Tanjiro scratched his hair that was cut off by a knife blade and looked jagged because of timely trimming, "This is what I should do."

"Water breathing" is the easiest breathing method to get started. Based on the huge number of people, there are naturally the most people practicing "water breathing".

The number of cultivators is limited. In order to maximize the value of the cultivators and the best teaching for the students, the people who have learned the breathing method have also gone through the second layer of selection.

In simple terms, it is the modern entrance examination and placement test.

Rinaki Zuo Kinji used to be Mizujo, and now Mizuzu is still his disciple, and he has a certain reputation as a trainer. There is no doubt that he leads all the students of the elite class.

Similarly, the former Mingzhu Sangdao Cigoro on the next mountain, his "Breath of Thunder" class can be regarded as an elite class.

Tanjiro was not only exempted from the [admission] test, but also transferred to the [elite class] in one fell swoop. As the [elites] of the [elite class], they would naturally be a little unconvinced.

But they are all rational people, the purpose of their training here is to kill evil spirits, everyone is the same.Other than [by default] making the new kid clean the training ground, there are some other ugly things they can't do.

Tanjiro didn't experience the kind of exclusion of breaking wooden knives, soiling clothes, and deliberately throwing heavy hands during training like later generations.

On the contrary, because Tanjiro is the youngest child among them, some enthusiastic seniors will come to give advice.

The ignorance and ignorance of a few people will not hinder Tanjiro's training. On the contrary, cleaning the training ground every day, a high amount of exercise combined with the use of upper breathing methods can also be called endurance training.

The young man in front of him was cheerful, with a strong infectious smile, and the blond youth also curled the corners of his lips, "Is that so, then do well..."

The voice stopped.

call out--

There was a sound of breaking through the leaves, which was not obvious in the bleak night wind.But the keen hearing of the blond-haired young man naturally sensed that something was wrong, and he tilted his head slightly to avoid the line that was attacking him.

The line did not turn, and went straight forward, cutting off a tree behind Hongxiang, and there was no pause in the complete cutting trace.

Trees that had been cut in half crashed to the ground.

Tanjiro covered his nose in disbelief, and moved his nostrils again.

Yes, this taste...

It's the smell of ghosts!

But no one paid any heed to his shock. A white-haired boy walked between the bushes. He was wearing a white bathrobe and pale skin. His steps were not steady, and he staggered a little.

Hong Xiang frowned, "Why are you here?"

The rear mountain is full of wisteria flowers, it is hard to imagine that there will be ghosts willing to take the initiative to go up the mountain.

The wisteria flower is not deadly to ghosts like the sun, and it can kill ghosts, but it exudes a poison that is only effective on ghosts.

If it's just pure disgust, those weak ghosts won't be trapped on the wisteria flower mountain, and they won't be able to escape.

But it's just the flowers, the toxins of the flowers have not been concentrated. Although Twelve Ghost Moon and Ghost Wu Shi Wumi will feel uncomfortable and disgusting, they are not impossible to get close to.

It just becomes very weak.

weak to...

Hong Xiang glanced at the big tree that was attacked by the tired blood ghost technique, only half of the trunk was left crying silently.

——Shouldn't be that... tough.

But looking tired, his complexion is really bad, and the disgust is written directly on his face, it seems that he still has a certain repulsion towards wisteria flowers.

His attention was diverted, and Hong Xiang was even less interested in looking at this young man who had just learned the breathing method for two days.

He walked past Tanjirou without looking sideways, completely ignoring the rapid breathing of the other's tense body, until he came to the side of the blond young man, raised his arm with blue veins, and took Tomono's hand.

The boy turned slowly, his blood-red sclera ignoring Tanjiro.

"He, that... this is..." The boy's fluent words suddenly stammered, and after Hong Xianghui held Tired's hand, he realized that he hadn't asked the boy's name.

"I'm Hongxiang Hehui, this is tired, boy, what's your name?"

The blond youth's naturalness and ease calmed Tanjiro's intense heartbeat, but the boy's words were still a bit stuck, "Tanjiro, Kama... Kamado Tanjiro."

"May I ask." Tanjiro suddenly raised his head, causing the earrings on the side to shake greatly, "This child named [Tired] is..."

—Is it a ghost?

"Father."

The white-haired boy who was looking at Tanjiro looked away, and his hand pulled Tomono, pulling the blond boy down a bit.

"I want to go back, it's so uncomfortable here."

"Eh……"

The boy froze suddenly.

The blond-haired young man in front of him looked to be 20 years old at most, and the boy named Lei was already about the same age as his younger sister. No matter how early he married this...Mr. Hongxiang's child would not be this old.

and.

Tanjiro took another deep breath through his nose.

The two of them do have an entangled smell, it seems that they are often together, but there is no similar smell at all...

Do such fathers and sons really exist?

Tokogo's expression remained unchanged, he stroked his tired head with his hands that were not held, and said to Tanjiro, "You smell like a sleeping ghost in Mr. Rinaki's house."

After saying that, he ignored the young man's surprise and led his tired hands down the mountain.

On the way, Hong Xiang tried his best to choose a place with few wisteria flowers to walk, but his tired condition was still not good. He stopped halfway, twisted the cloth on his chest with one hand, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The first quarter of the twelve ghost months has not changed for a hundred years, but the second quarter has been replaced very quickly. In the past two years, Lei has not eaten anyone. It stands to reason that he should be replaced by a new ghost soon.

However, this may be the sarcasm of Onimai Tsuji's compassion. The King of Oni gave a little more indulgence to the child who had not survived due to terminal illness, and allowed him to play [family games].

Tokyo, surrounded by wisterias, resists the oni on the outskirts. Although Lei is located in the city of Tokyo, perhaps it is the reason why he has survived and calmed down. Kiwu Tsuji never thought that Lei would surrender to humans.

After all, evil spirits feed on human beings, and it is impossible for human beings to get along well with ghosts.

——Then, it was a certain family in the city under Lei's control, just like he became the son of a drug dealer, Lei found his [family].

The strength has not declined, and there is a shadow of himself in the past, so Gui Wu Tsuji is so tired of [indulging], let him go and play.

Hong Xiang squatted down, looked at the boy who was suffering from inhaling wisteria poison, and asked, "Do you want me to carry you?"

The white-haired boy's lips were dark, he bit his lip, and threw himself straight into the young man's arms.Leaning closer to Hong Xiang's neck, he slowly opened his mouth.

The father didn't know that his blood smelled the same as that of ordinary human beings, and it was a little too plain in comparison.Some picky eaters even find it unpalatable.

But Lei, who had tasted Hongxiang's blood, understood that the nutritional value in it was much higher than any, at least the thin-blooded person he had seen.

In human terms, ordinary humans are like a bowl of rice, those with thin blood are covered with rice, and Hongxiang is a pot of medicinal food.

In addition, Guiwu Tsuji's blood is marijuana, and he was ecstatic after accepting it, but he couldn't adapt to the instant dog leash.

For Lei, the best meal he can think of right now is the herbal pot with rice.

With his mouth stuck in his mouth, he didn't even want to eat white rice.

It was another human being in his father's side hall who would always stop him from sucking Hongxiang's blood.

It is obvious that not taking a bite of meat is showing mercy, but that human being always makes trouble.

[Baijiu Pharmaceutical], where Zhushi works, has developed a blood preservative according to Hongxiang's instructions, which can relieve ghosts' hunger.But after all, it is not fresh human blood, and only consuming blood deposits cannot increase strength.

Just like compressed biscuits in human society, at best, they are just filling the stomach and cannot obtain any nutrition.

Tired of not even wanting to eat white rice, naturally picky eaters don't want to eat compressed biscuits.

But that human being is a veritable genius, even if one hand is broken, and the sword has only been held for three months, Ichiro is directly sent out by the teacher who learned the breathing method.Later, Ichiro installed the prosthetic limb of the best craftsman in the palace, and derived "Xia's Breath" from "Wind's Breath" according to his own system.

When the two were fighting, Lei clearly felt Ichiro's rapid progress.

The young boy who could easily be bound with silk thread before was able to wield the Sun Wheel Knife and cut off the thread of his vampire technique with the breath method.

After the force value is up, as long as he is tired in the palace and shows a little intention of sucking Hongxiang's blood, he will be interrupted by Ichiro.

In order to have a sip of herbal food, Lei had no choice but to climb up the back mountain full of wisterias that he hated, to find his father.

The palace was still brightly lit at night, and the blond young man hugged Li, who had shrunk into the shape of a four or five-year-old boy, and covered his head with his coat.

There are not many wisteria flowers in the palace, but the sun lights illuminate every corner of the palace, and the boy didn't wear a hat and hold an umbrella. I really don't know how he got tired.

Just because there was a ghost in the palace, Hong Xiang asked the craftsman to make a few sun umbrellas. It is justified to use an umbrella to block the sun during the day, but it is difficult to explain the umbrella at night to block the light.

So Tired also has an exclusive UV blocking cap.

Of course, the hat is not for sale, and it would be bad if it was bought by Oni Wu Tsuji.

After entering the main hall, as soon as Hong Xiang waved away the maid, a boy with mint blue hair trotted over from the side hall next door.

"His Majesty……"

Ichiro's voice stopped when he saw the small figure in the arms of the blond youth.

After reassuring himself, there was an obvious bite mark on the exposed neck of the blond-haired youth, with blood marks on it.

It is self-evident who did it.

Swish!

The sun wheel knife was unsheathed.

The youth's mint blue eyes fixed on the white-haired boy, and he didn't slack off or show mercy because of his young size.

"The type of "Xia's Breath"——"

Tiei, who was buried in Tokogo's chest, narrowed his eyes, and stretched out his right hand to Ichiro Tokito.

"Vampire Art—"

Booming with all intentions: "..." Are you going to go to the house again?