blow your face

As the storm gradually subsided, the silver-haired boy stepped forward quickly, and looked up at the big tengu in hunting uniform who was still flying in the air.

"Have you dealt with it?"

"Should." Frowning tightly, looking at the golden dragon in the sky higher than himself, Daitengu said seriously.

Although it is strong, it is a monster after all. For a dragon with divine nature like Beidou, it can already be regarded as a natural enemy, but it is more because of someone's ability is too low.Unlike Bai Qingming's Qinglong, he has an affectionate feeling for both monsters and humans.

Tsuchimikado Natsume is still too tender.

What will happen when a divine dragon and a legendary "evil" monster are in the same sky and there is no one to stop them?

Fighting is a matter of course.

At the moment when the silver-haired onmyoji was stunned, the hair color of some young monsters with light blond and short hair was suddenly dyed black, and the monster pattern instantly climbed up his handsome face. Almost at the same time, the golden dragon in the sky increased its spiritual power, Swooping down, Yu Datengu wrestled together, only for a moment the golden scales and the black gold feathers fell from the sky one after another.

"Ah! Hokuto?!" Tsuchimikado Natsume panicked for a moment, looking frantically at the Shenlong who was fighting with the young monster in the sky.

"Oh, it's starting to fight." The young monster who was summoned later, with an orange dragon wrapped around his body, smiled warmly, folded his hands on his chest and looked up at the fighting dragon and big tengu in the sky. "If the Broom God is here, he will definitely hit him again. This time there are not only feathers but also scales."

"That's right, we're fighting." The silver-haired onmyoji opened his bat fan to cover his face. "That's right, how could the proud big tengu not fight in the face of such a provocation. It must be my illusion that he had a better temper before."

"He wouldn't be provoked very much in the first place, provided that the other party doesn't attack directly." Yimulian smiled lightly and raised his hand to give Otengu a blessing. "It's better to shed less hair."

"I'm really sorry, I'll stop Hokuto right away!!" After hearing the conversation between the youkai shikigami surrounded by Shenlong and Hanakaiin Qingyue, Natsume Tsuchimikado hurriedly ran to the silver-haired onmyoji He bowed deeply, apologizing.

"Ah...? It's okay, there is something wrong on my side." The silver-haired onmyoji frowned, and with a smile pulled out a tightly bound pair of eyes from behind to stare at the fighting man above him with tears in his eyes. Xiao Baimao instructed the former Fengshen lord who had just been recruited to throw the little thing on it.

"It's a pity that I don't have the strength to throw the second-in-command of Dajiangshan up with brute force." But it's almost the same. The former Fengshen master was extremely gentle in controlling the wind, but he wanted to be fanned by the big tengu. It took a little effort to send Xiao Ibaraki up in the storm. After considering how much a certain big monster doted on Xiao Ibaraki, the former Fengshen-sama decided to throw it.Manipulating the wind, he threw Xiao Ibaraki who was bundled into a ball because he was not allowed to enter the battlefield, and raised his hand to block the brilliance of the huge spiritual energy in the sky, watching Xiao Ibaraki accurately hit the big tengu's lips, revealing a A very bright smile. "I hope Ibaraki Doji will remember my kindness in the future."

The gentler people are all black inside, and Yimulian is definitely a representative of the dark belly of the monsters in the house.

Chihisa, who was hit by Ibaraki's lip-to-lip, frowned, hugged Ibaraki's body as he slid down and down with a complicated expression, flapped the huge wings behind him, away from the provocative dragon, and returned to the silver-haired onmyoji Behind him, the lips that were broken by Xiao Ibaraki's tiger teeth were still bleeding, Zhijiu licked them subconsciously, his mouth was full of rust.After healing the wound on his lips with demon power, Zhijiu took a deep look at the former Fengshen-sama next to a certain silver-haired boy who was messing around.

Shenlong Hokuto was also called back by Tsuchimikado Natsume, curled up with an innocent face, being reprimanded by the fake boy in front of him.

"Dong'er!"

Tsuchimikado Harutora interrupted the chatter of Tsuchimikado Natsume, who had begun to educate his own shikigami because the two shikigami had just fought together, and anxiously put a hand on the shoulder of Touji who was lying on the ground.On the way to stretch out his hand, he already felt like touching the cold below zero, and even brought a painful chill.

"... Ha! This is really fun..." Jing Linglu, an independent exorcist known as "Ogre Eater" and one of the "Twelve Generals".The independent exorcist, one of the "Twelve Divine Generals", who came belatedly, suddenly laughed. "That kid, is he possessed by something? - No, it's not something unclear. It's just a 'ghost'. It turned out to be a newborn - haha! Not bad. You guys are so fun!"

Jing Linglu laughed so hard that her whole body trembled as she approached the fallen A Dao Dong'er.Tsuchimikado Harutora's hairs stood on end.

A silver-haired figure suddenly stopped in front of Jingling Road. The silver-haired boy held a bat fan in his hand, smiled, and did not flinch from this independent exorcist full of "violent" aura.

"Please don't worry too much, Your Excellency."

Behind the silver-haired boy are two youkai shikigami, oh, or three. The young youkai with huge wings on the left is still holding a young youkai.

The powerful monster force coming towards him forced Jing Linglu to take a few steps back.

Jing Linglu's brows were tightened, he looked at the silver-haired boy standing in front of him irritably, and opened his mouth viciously. "Boy, don't get in the way."

"You are the one who gets in the way." Yimulian smiled and said what he wanted to say for the silver-haired boy. "Humans, if you have self-knowledge, leave quickly, otherwise we will regard you as an enemy."

"Mirror—no, that one is!"

"Otengu-sama of Mount Atago!"

"Those who cannot be beaten will die!"

Then came two Wutian dogs dressed in the costumes of exorcising demon officials, singing and making noise in Jingling Road's ears.

"—Kigami! What's wrong with Nue? Although the breath has disappeared, it doesn't look like the feeling after washing!?"

In the small square where Tsuchimikado Harutora and his party were located, a large motorcycle drove up.

Kiguro Zenjiro, the young ace of the Exorcism Bureau. The "Supernatural Sword" of one of the "Twelve Heavenly Generals".

It is also the long-term meal ticket for Qingyue Huakaiyuan, Zhijiu and Xiaobaraki this year.

"It's not me, 'Ne' was not killed before I came." Jing Linglu explained impatiently, and then laughed as if remembering something. "It was the Ootengu of Mount Atago who you said made the move—but then he fought with the Hokuto of the Tsuchimikado family."

"Zenjiro~" Xiao Ibaraki blinked his teary eyes a few times, his eyeballs turned around flexibly, and spoke.

"woc, why are the little ancestors here?" Mumu Zenjiro looked at the meal ticket 123 standing in front of Jingling Road with a broken face, and subconsciously said.

"...So we have always been like this in your eyes." The silver-haired onmyoji slowly opened the bat fan to cover his lips, and said quietly. "Then tonight, we'll have beef rice bowl, the one made by Zenjiro himself. Wagashi is the dessert."

"..." With my own hands...and fruit...

Kiguro Zenjiro, as the young ace of the Exorcism Bureau. The "Supernatural Sword", one of the "Twelve Heavenly Generals", once again experienced what despair is.