Cat Breeding Manual

Wearing a Tianguan and wearing a white kimono, it looks like a ghost image that exists in all stories.

But compared to the chaotic but pure existence of ghosts, the girl's aura is more chaotic and complicated, as if a person is contaminated with countless kinds of auras, so thick that it is almost difficult to maintain the form of a 'human'.

Before she opened her mouth, the breath over there was so vague that it was difficult to distinguish the existing things, the voice was hollow but seemed to go straight into the heart, with a seductive and depraved obscurity.

Nakahara Chuya moved his eyes slightly, and just as the figure of 'Fei' was reflected in his cobalt blue eyes, Yato over there simply and neatly entered the fighting mode.

"I have only one purpose."

Yato held the Mizuren Taidao without the scabbard in his hand, and after his fingertips brushed the faint evil aura, it settled down and turned into a calm water color, which was as harmless as a calm sea surface but secretly turbulent.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, please dissipate in the underworld again."

Without the frivolous jokes of the past, when Yato calmed down rarely, his whole body was covered with a dangerous atmosphere, and there seemed to be a layer of sharp cold light mixed in the water-blue eyes that were very similar to Zhongyuan Zhong, as if It cut straight into his body like a knife.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, this direction was completely beyond his expectation.

Compared to Yato's sudden appearance, what surprised him was——

...again... Dissipate in the underworld?

For a while, I didn't know whether to focus on "again" or "dissipate".

"This is really... interesting."

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, tugged at the half of the glove at the wrist, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his cobalt blue eyes were full of scorching fighting intent.

Yato was very calm: "It's useless to talk too much, just go ahead."

"Oh, Chuya, it's a challenge to you."

Osamu Dazai had nothing to do with his own affairs, but he began to judge leisurely like a bystander, with his kite eyes half-slanted, as if he was sizing up Yato who suddenly changed in front of him.

He chuckled a few times, but the laughter made the red-haired young man in front of him turn around and stare at him.

"Tsk, Dazai, I don't need you to tell me, I know it too."

After intimidating Osamu Dazai with his eyes, Chuya Nakahara turned his head contentedly, his clenched fists were already tightly wrapped in red light, and the coat draped over his shoulders moved without wind.

"It just so happens that I'm also fighting."

The young man in front of him has obviously manipulated his abilities to the peak.

"Are you going to fight gravity, Yato-kun?"

"...I can't wait to ask for it."

At this time, Yato also talked so little that it was frightening.

It was obvious that it was about to explode. Osamu Dazai had always been sensible. Even if he was seeking death every day, he would not be so stupid as to take the initiative to involve himself in such a melee.

Osamu Dazai nimbly retreated from this chaotic place, raised his hand and looked harmlessly at Izanami in front of him.

"The excitement over there seems to have nothing to do with us for the time being, Your Highness Izanami, are you interested in chatting?"

Izanami's lowered head moved slightly, her long hair trembled, as if consciously acting with her mood.

"Talk about...with me...Of course."

As if lonely for too long, as soon as a rope was handed over, Izanami immediately pulled it tightly into the palm of her hand along the rope, her dark eyes stared at Osamu Dazai in front of her, deep black As if to swallow him together.

"Heh——" Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, with sparks of light lingering in his kite eyes, he continued softly: "I have lived alone in the underworld for so long, you must be lonely with you."

"Are you lonely... Occasionally someone will come to see me, but they never stay for me. Even he—" Izanami looked at the high-spirited Nakahara Chuya at the side, and said slowly, "Obviously He was the first one to come back to visit me, why is he also so unfeeling?"

—Very well, the fish is hooked.

Osamu Dazai paused, and was about to continue to say something, when he heard the wall on one side tremble slightly, as if foretelling something to come.

"boom--!"

The wall on the side where the two were standing suddenly made a loud noise, and the next second thick smoke and dust bloomed in this small space, blocking their vision unexpectedly.

There was a gray area in front of him, but Osamu Dazai was not very worried.

"Mr. Dazai...and Mr. Nakahara?! When did he follow here!"

Nu Liangjun's thinking seems to be quite different from theirs.

Occasionally, such a monster would feel that it is so innocent that one can't help but feel a little regretful.

"Mr. Nuliang, it's just in time."

——When he spoke, Osamu Dazai would not hesitate for a moment because of this.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and waved away the smoke in front of him, and a length of bandage that grew out swayed cheerfully along with the movement of swaying, and the atmosphere of the whole person suddenly became incompatible with the surrounding darkness.

"Standing over there is Yato-kun, and here is the Lord of Underworld, who is also the purpose of our trip—His Highness Izanami."

He introduced Nura Rikusheng leisurely, and for a moment he seemed to be turning against the guest, so that Izanami in front of him couldn't help but listen to him quietly.

"Yato?" Nuliang Rikusheng quickly moved his attention away from Nakahara Nakaya, followed Dazai Osamu's fingers, and glanced at the God of Misfortune, the young man was also a little surprised, "He... Don't you want to follow?!"

What happened on the ground is still vivid in his mind, but the young man with a face full of frost in front of him is not at all like the wretched and smiling God he has seen.

"Well, the matter is probably a bit complicated, but it can also be explained very simply." Osamu Dazai smiled authentically, raised his fingers and explained, "Simply speaking, as long as you defeat Yato-kun, our The progress of the mission can be improved by leaps and bounds."

"Mission progress..."

At this time, do you still want to quantify it as a game? Mr. Dazai!

Nuliang Rikuo, who was still a middle school student, couldn't help being a little overwhelmed by Osamu Dazai's calmness.

"Nu Liang-jun, it depends on your great activity here."

"Me?" Nuliang Rikusheng in the form of a monster may seem quite calm at first glance, but in fact his heart is full of youthful and frivolous.

Hearing Osamu Dazai's specious words, he volunteered to fight in a relay battle with Nakahara Chuya.

"Are you fighting Yato? Although I have never fought against the God of Futsu, don't worry, I—"

In the middle of the conversation, Osamu Dazai stopped him.

"Ah wait, you seem to have misunderstood something."

"Eh!?"

Osamu Dazai leaned slightly, and gracefully drew out Izanami behind him.

"The person who will spend the next period of time with you is this noble goddess—His Highness Izanami."

The kite eyes were raised slightly, and Osamu Dazai had a soft and friendly smile on his face, as if he was afraid that the monster boy in front of him would suddenly run away, his persuasive and seductive appearance was rare and cautious.

"Nura-kun, it's time for you to show off your charm again."

Nuliang Rikusheng: ...

Although every sentence is flattering him, why does he feel like he has fallen into a pit invisibly! ?

He coughed, and glanced at Izanami in front of him. Although he didn't have much experience in getting along with such a carnivorous goddess, presumably Osamu Dazai's request was to let him hold this Huang Quan back. The pace of the goddess, let's prevent it from interfering with the situation on the side of Zhongya in the Central Plains.

"His Highness Izanami..."

It seemed to be the first time in his life that he took the initiative to chat with others.

……

They were fighting fiercely, and Yan Mo Hall at the entrance was also preparing for the ever-expanding hole in front of them.

Unpredictable miasma infiltrated from the hole, and the breath of Li Huangquan seemed to be extremely corrosive, and engulfed half of Yan Mo Hall in twists and turns, even Yan Mo's own divine power could hardly drive it away Clean, it can only maintain the range that will be trapped in Yan Mo Hall.

"Lord Yan Mo."

The ghost lamp suddenly raised its head, and looked at the hole in Yan Mo Hall with burning eyes.

"Ah, that's right, Mr. Ghost Lantern, it is indeed the breath of that goddess that is overflowing."

"Tsk, this compensation can't just be missed by Mr. Huang Ba Tu."

Ghost Lamp tossed the mace in his hand, although he said honorifics on his mouth, he couldn't see the slightest respect on his face.

Yan Mo carefully looked at his subordinates, nodded very sincerely, and sighed in his heart for Huangba who had not recovered his body.

"Ghost Lantern Lord, let everyone in hell be on guard. The power of that Highness cannot be resisted so easily."

Although he has a fat appearance, Yan Mo is still a very reliable god at critical moments.

"Yes, Master Yan Mo."

……

"Counting the time, my 'sons and daughters' are about to succeed."

The dusk on the ground seemed to be infinitely elongated. I don't know how long it took, the dark red blood-like color invaded from the bottom, and even the sun that was still hanging high in the sky seemed much more strange.

The number of pedestrians gradually decreased, and his face was full of hurried expressions. Hiroto Fujisaki just ignored all living beings, with a sense of arrogance like a god.

"Hey, Fedya." Hiroto Fujisaki smiled and invited Fyodor who was standing not far away, "Come with me and watch the city look like it will be permanently occupied by dusk."

"It is an honor to be invited."

Fyodor spoke casually, his dark purple pupils slowly sweeping across the somewhat desolate scenery in front of him.

The setting sun and pedestrians are also a good view.

For no reason, and as if suddenly picking up the previously interrupted topic, Fyodor Dostoyevsky calmly opened his mouth——

"Fujisaki-kun, you are right, the power of Araba's vomiting is indeed amazing."

The faint exhalation was as weak as a firefly but hard to ignore, mixed with a cold and obscure breath like a tarsal snake, when it lightly brushed against the pinna, even the body trembled unconsciously as if threatened.

Fyodor always likes to speak like this, his breath is weak but full of the most obvious malice, like an innocent child who doesn't care about the world, but the purest evil is in his purple eyes.

"But relatively speaking, I think standing in front of me...you who are immortal are more eye-catching."

Fyodor's voice suddenly touched Hiroto Fujisaki's ear very close.

The author has something to say: It is said that it will be finished, but there is still about a week left

It will end well!Everyday there will be!In addition, there are extra episodes that you want to watch, and now you are accepting orders~

The current schedule is Magical Girl Chuya_(:з」∠)_

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