[Comprehensive] Lord of Arakawa

Feeling the cold temperature on his forehead that did not belong to him, Ichimolian raised his head and looked at Yasha's hand. The other hand was wearing a pair of gloves with a hair color similar to the other's. For Ichimolian, it was a kind of... Very strange and bright colors.

It was a color he had rarely seen... purple.

Yimulian felt that his mind was a bit blurred, he seemed to be unable to think about anything, just opened those gentle and slightly sad eyes, and stared at Yasha's hair seriously.

"...It's... so beautiful..." He sighed softly, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the other's hair hanging down to his chest.

Yaksha lowered his head, staring at Yimulian without answering his desire at all, but stretched out his hand persistently and touched his hair. "Hey, are you a fetish?" Seeing Yimulian touching his hair with trembling fingertips, Yasha always felt that he felt weird. To cover up his feeling, he cleared his throat, asked in a slightly displeased tone.

"...It's really... a noble color..." Although Yimulian is a wind god, he never considers himself a noble god.He is just a humble little god who is a little good at manipulating the wind. He doesn't even have the power to divert the flood, and he doesn't even have the power to protect his own people...

If he hadn't paid the price with one eye, he might have lost even his people...

So when he looked at Yasha, although he knew it was a monster, he still felt envious from the bottom of his heart.

I envy the other party's noble and elegant color, and even envy the willful and reckless behavior in the other party's character.

If he can also have such a self-disposition, I am afraid everything will be different...

He thought so, so sighed.

"What? What are you talking about?" Hearing Yimulian's soft sigh, Yasha looked at him suspiciously.As an aquatic monster, he naturally didn't know Yimulian's envy, nor did he understand why Yimulian envied himself.

Obviously he is the god, isn't he?

Although it has been degenerated...

Moreover, "It's obvious that your long pink hair is rarer than mine..." Unlike Jinyu Ji's light cherry-colored hair, Yimulian's hair color is a brighter crimson.Yasha likes bright colors, otherwise he would not spend most of the time after gaining power to shape his body, so he chose the very bright purple.

It's a pity that when the other party degenerated, the hair color that caught his attention at first was gradually turning white from the root of the hair.

That's a sign that Yimulian is starting to lose power.

Yasha felt a little regretful when he thought about it, and then he stretched out his hand to touch Xia Mulian's long hair through the dark purple gloves. "...It would be great if I could stay..." He muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, I can't satisfy you even with such a small wish..." As if gradually waking up, Yimolian withdrew his hand from Yasha's chest, and then used that kind of regretful and teasing expression replied in a tone of voice.It seems that this kind of tone with a smile can soothe the pain he feels in his body.

"It's such a painful thing to fall into..." Yasha didn't miss the sweat on Yimu Lian's forehead. He was quiet for a while, as if he couldn't understand the dripping water dripping from his forehead, he stretched out his hand and rubbed it roughly. Put each other's forehead. "Isn't it happier to let go of everything?" He asked in a very puzzled tone.

Yasha is not a guy who suffers from feeling the pain of others. As a ghost created by the gods in legends, he is not given corresponding responsibilities. He is a monster who indulges in pleasure and is also a very willful monster.

He is obviously a subordinate of Lord Arakawa, but occasionally he will go out without authorization to do something that makes the other party feel headache.

For example, retrieving a former god who has fallen.

"...If it's so easy to let go..." I don't know why, although I haven't seen it before, Yimulian can easily understand Yasha's meaning, and also understand the puzzlement in the other party's heart.He sighed softly, then closed his eyes tiredly.

If it was really that easy to let go...he wouldn't be the fallen Fengshen Yimulian...

The duty of being a god taught him to be kind to protect his own people, but did not teach him how to be kind to protect himself.

So after being abandoned by the people, he can only be pitiful, like the ugliest evil ghost... Waiting to die alone...

Resentment?Are you unwilling?

It's not just Yasha, there are many times when Yimolian asks himself this way when he is alone.

However, the pain from the heart is no less than the pain felt in the body.

This pain is not resentment, nor unwillingness.

But at a loss.

He couldn't feel his resentment and unwillingness to the people who abandoned him, what came from the bottom of his heart was only endless regret and sadness...

He failed to learn to resent.

So all his pain can only be borne by himself.

"Guys with a personality like yours, you are probably the only one left now..." Yasha is a very sensitive monster, so when Ichimokuren closed his eyes in pain, he felt... the pain in the other party's heart , completely different from the pain he imagined.

No ego, no willfulness...

According to the legend, the loving and tolerant Fengshen and him are two completely opposite extremes.

Willful like him, proud like him, cruel like him.

As loving as he is, as tolerant as he is, as kind as he is.

Ah... so disgusting... so boring...

Yaksha judged the former god who was sinking into the void with a rather bored look, then he reached out and summoned his weapon.

"...I originally planned to eat you after you became a monster...but now I have changed my mind." Yasha said, pointing the tip of the iron fork at Ichimokuren's neck. "If it's a species like you that doesn't know resentment... definitely can't degenerate into a demon..." he said, the sharp iron fork flashed a cold light, "then let me wash away your god □□...degenerate...the sea of ​​the underworld!"

The seawater that gushes out from the tip of the weapon in a circle is different from that of Arakawa. It is dark, deep and cold. It is the seawater from under the nine springs, and it has the most frightening characteristics.Legend has it that humans who have been washed by the sea of ​​the underworld will forget everything about their previous lives, whether it is memory or abilities.

Of course, Yasha didn't want to use the sea of ​​the underworld to wash away Yimulian's memory, he was just very simple, helping Fallen Qi to wash away the last trace of divinity on Yimulian's body.

"If you can't throw it away, I will wash it off for you; if you can't forget it, then I will eat it for you." Yasha wiped the corner of his mouth with his other free hand, revealing A rather sinister smile came.

"Since it's useless to be born a god, let's degenerate into a demon." Yasha said, the sea water gushing from the tip of the iron fork wrapped around Yimu again and again, and the dark sea water wrapped Fengshen, There was not a trace of degenerate aura on the other party's body.

"Huh? This smell is..." Arakawa was sitting in a chair boredly listening to Kaibozu's work report day after day, then he stood up suddenly and looked up into the distance, "...that smell..." He Suddenly showing a hint of a smile, he sat down again, resting his elbows on the armrest and resting his chin, his eyes slightly narrowed, "Yasha, this is... to wash away everything on the other party?"

"...Maybe it's a novelty..." Kaifangzhu also settled down, looked at the same place as Arakawa, and replied faintly after a long time. "After all, it is rare to see an adult who not only possesses divinity but is a god..."

Of course, he is still no match for the old Arakawa-sama!

Today's Kaibozu is still cute Arakawa Fuki~

The author has something to say: Daranzai: Tell me in advance to all the little angels~ I will enter V on Monday~ If there is no accident, there should be a [-]D update on that day.Basically, it’s a sweet love [false] story~

Yasha: The Sea of ​​the Underworld!

Arakawa: Is it just a bleach that needs to be shouted so loudly?

Yimulian: So what color will my GAY long pink hair become?