Great Prophet

No miserable mood: I can, I can gkdgkd

No miserable expression: tears.

If it is a human being, what kind of expression should I show at this time when I think that I will leave this world and the person I love?

Sad, wailing expression.

"Silly."

Wu Mi grabbed the opponent's hand, and the expression on his face softened a little.

The setting of silly woman x lover is really good for him.

For some ghosts, seeing this kind of scene is like seeing AO3 being walled, old Ford being reported, Fei Xia shamelessly cleansing the ground, and the world exploding.

Guiwu Tsuji felt that he had been shown a face, and Heishai Mou almost didn't spit out the flute he swallowed more than 300 years ago.

(Stay away from her...)

"Can you make it smaller?"

Although he didn't care much about body shape, Wu Mi felt that his legs were almost deprived of oxygen due to the pressure.

The horns on the forehead of the red-haired ghost gradually receded, and the scaring markings that were scary to the ghost also almost disappeared.

(oops this...)

Wu Mi felt bad.

Why choose to return to normal at this time!Don't expose me!I am afraid!I want face! !

...So when you made that action just now, what kind of thoughts did you have in mind?

Because the author has never been in love. Wu Mi has never been in love. The author has not been in love for two days because the exam has been interrupted and he doesn't know how to fall in love at all, so Wu Mi, who is his own son, doesn't know anything about it.

Wu Mi thought about it for a while, and felt that his makeup was bare, and his face was still pretty.For this reason, Wu Mi sat back a little.

A large question mark floated above the head of Hei Si Mou, who was silently observing beside him.

I can't figure it out, I can't understand it.

你 叫 什么 名字？

"What's your name?" Ghost Mai Tsuji asked, lowering his eyes.The man had quite the striking good looks—yes, good looks.And the racial characteristics of the ghost brought him a bit of frightening magic.

Facing this descendant who dared to speak disrespectfully to him, Oni Wu Tsuji said coldly, and also asked the other party for his name.

"If you want me to tell you, I'll tell you. Am I shameless?" Wu Can's mouth almost crooked.Make it clear, you are the ghost king, I am also the ghost king, everyone is the ghost king, do you think you are superior to me?

It's not that you have the final say, it's up to me to have the final say.

"Ha." Ghost Mai Tsuji's expression suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, "Do you think you can leave alive? You can't even get out here, where else do you want to go? I'm just afraid that there will be no one for you when the time comes." Will remember your name."

"Don't bother you, big-uncle-"

Both men and women are quite sensitive to age.What's more, it's a man like Onikimai Tsuji who has always maintained a beautiful appearance.

How could he resist killing the shrimp in front of him? !

It has long been known that Onimai Tsuji has a bad temper.It's just that he is the king of ghosts, and the subordinate ghosts dare not resist.Even if he thought about it in his heart, he would be caught by this narrow-minded ghost king and used as a sacrifice.Even if he died, he might be pulled out and flogged the corpse hundreds of times.

Those ghosts who have been persecuted terribly, who would shout "Oh, poor baby" upon seeing them?

Regardless of whether Xun Xun is here, if he is...then test the other party's tolerance again.

Onimai Tsuji still has reservations about this girl who claims to be a god.After all, self-proclaimed things like this have always been unreliable... But he claimed that the ghost king is the real ghost king, without any fraud.

Ghost Mai Tsuji made a move.

Although he seemed to say in the last chapter that he would not do anything for the time being, it has always been one of his characteristics to say nothing.

And now he is very aggrieved and very angry.

In an instant, Onimai Tsuji's arm turned into a terrifying fleshy existence that could not be seen directly, and rushed towards Wu Mi at a speed that could not be captured by sight.

When Onimai Tsuji moved, a light sound came from the hand of the priestess who was sitting quietly beside her and had recovered her portrait.

"Clang-"

That was the sound of her weapon, her knife coming out of her body.

Her knife deftly drew out of the scabbard, like a fish sliding out of a wooden basin along the water.

The eyes are slightly squinted, and the knife slides out gently.

There are only two voices in this space.

The cracking sound that belongs to the ghost dance Tsuji meat blade and the knife sound that belongs to the knife.

Onimai Tsuji didn't even see him get up.

In his mind, he could chop off the head of the man opposite him with one blow.

——not like the present one.

The hot He Dao was firmly pressed against his neck.

The knife was as hard as steel, and chopping off his head was like chopping a piece of soft tofu.

But the red knife was just stuck there and didn't move down.

It's not that the red-haired witch didn't intend to kill him, but that she was stopped by another person at this moment.

In an instant, Heishimu stepped forward holding the saber, and the ghost's saber unfolded infinitely, and the sound of the sword and halberd resounded.

Whoa!

As soon as Yuan approached the opponent, Onimai Tsuji's neck was on his blade.

"Brother, let go."

Those red eyes were as bright as if they were on fire.

Hei Si Mou's face twitched.

……

I have always felt that my younger brother——Yuanyi is very pitiful.

Born in a samurai family, twins are an unknown existence, not to mention that the younger brother who was born first was born with a large scarring red spot on his face.

Thinking that this is "the unknown in the unknown" wanted to strangle the newborn brother to death in the cradle, but temporarily gave up because of the furious mother.

But the father and mother negotiated, and they could only keep Yuanyi at home for seven years, and after seven years, they would send him to a temple to become a monk.

Yan Sheng has always cherished such feelings for his younger brother.The younger brother was not only rejected by several members of the family headed by his father, but he was born with some ear problems and never spoke.

Yan Sheng is a child who is strictly demanded by his father, but for Yuan Yi, the patriarch of the successor country, he let himself go.

If he wants to play with mud, he can play with mud. If he wants to pick flowers on the cliff, he can pick flowers on the cliff. If he wants to commit suicide, let him commit suicide.

But Yuanyi was so dumb, so stupid, didn't know anything, couldn't do anything.

But even in the face of the ghostly Yuanyi, the father...

'Get out of my sight! '

His father once scolded Yuanichi who couldn't hear him like that.

Yan Sheng felt that the other party was so pitiful.

They were obviously born together, so why did they have completely different experiences?

As the elder brother, Yan Sheng, with his soft heart and his mother's sad eyes, began to secretly play with Yuanyi.

Because his father was very strict with him, Yan Sheng always took advantage of the other party's absence.

Yuanyi lives alone in a three-fold room, kneeling and sitting in the same place all day long.There was nothing in his room but a bed, and the only decorations were small statues of gods that his mother had given him.

The mother, Mrs. Zi, prayed to gods and worshiped Buddha all day long after Yuanyi was born, just for the gods to bless her poor little son.

Sensing that Yuanyi was lonely, Yan Sheng gave the other party a small dagger that he liked very much.

Brother, he was silent and did not move his hands.

Then Yan Sheng stuffed the dagger into the opponent's hand.

"We are the sons of samurai, although you can't help it...but don't forget it, okay?"

Yuanyi did not express his opinion at the time.

Later, Yan Sheng gave the other party some small things, some very fragmented things that he put in a small box in his room.

But one day, his behavior was discovered by his serious father.

The father, Ji Guokuang, who strictly forbids the elder son to play with the younger son, went straight to Yuanyi's house, and found the eldest son who was teaching the younger son how to play Shuangliu.

Because Ji Guokuoichi, who had been warning the other party not to have fun with this kind of unknown, but the other party went against his will, slapped Yan Sheng severely.

Kuuichi Tsukuni was the most traditional type of samurai, winning with strength and skill.His palms are very rough with many calluses.His slap sent the six-year-old child flying out of the door.

Even if he did such an excessive thing, he didn't mean to feel sorry at all.

Because he is the head of the family, the "man".

Yan Sheng was so dizzy from the beating that he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.He dragged his wounded self back, sleepless at night.

At that time, he wanted to cry.But he can't cry, what face would a samurai (a future samurai) have if he wept?

He looked up at the ceiling, trying not to let tears come out.

He can, being beaten is not a big deal.

……I want to cry.

An illusory shadow swayed outside the paper door.

Yan Sheng got up.

The shadow was very small, like a child.

Yan Sheng gently opened the sliding door, and saw his younger brother with a dull expression.The other party put a small cup on the ground, then bowed down to Yan Sheng, and left.

When seeing her mother the next day, Mrs. Zi asked: "Did you receive the medicine?" Mrs. Zi became weaker and weaker after giving birth, and often lingered on the bed.

In fact, Yan Sheng also thought that Yuanyi would not do such a thing. Was it really the mother who benefited?

"Got it, I feel better." He tried to put on an expression that didn't hurt at all.

Madam Zi coughed.

"Thank you for your hard work..." There were always tears in the mother's eyes, "Can... bring this to Yuanyi?"

Mrs. Zi took out a small box from under the pillow, and when she opened it, she saw a pair of flower earrings with the sun inside.

"I've been praying to gods and Buddhas for six years, and I only ask for one such thing. May God Amaterasu bless my children... Cough cough! Cough cough!"

Yan Sheng hurriedly called the maid Xiezi.

With his mother's heart in mind, Yan Sheng went to Yuanyi's side on the day his father left.He didn't go through the main door, but knocked on the other party's window secretly.

At that time, the scars on Yan Sheng's face were still there, and he looked miserable.

The brother with blank eyes appeared behind the window.

"Yuanyi, these are the earrings your mother gave you." Yan Sheng handed the small box to the other party.

But he has more than that to offer.

Yan Sheng shyly took out something from his sleeve pocket.

"For you... If you have any trouble, just play this flute. Whenever I hear it, my brother will come to help you."

"As long as my brother is still here."

Yan Sheng, who still had a bruised nose and a swollen face, squeezed out a smile to Yuan Yi, who had dull eyes.

……

To this day...

"Brother, let go."

For a long time, Yuan and Yan Sheng have been addressing each other..."Master Brother".

【His memory has not recovered to 100%】

The author has something to say: ※I don’t want to write anything about Ji Guo Brothers anymore.It's so hopeless, the relationship between two people is complicated and deep, and in my opinion, the only way to solve this is for one of them to die.But after his brother died, he couldn't understand that the things he had been struggling with and suffering were actually not known by Yuan Yi at all.I'm so pissed off.