present to the lord

As a world with gods, there is only one way for a dead spirit to become a 'god'.

worship.

The existence of the gods is due to the various desires of human beings. As long as the human beings do not die, the gods will exist forever.The difference between gods and gods is whether they are remembered by human beings or not.

When a god is forgotten due to the torrent of time, what awaits him is only falling and dissipating.

The man grinned his lips, and when he smiled, the corners of his mouth seemed to pass through the sharp white between his teeth, and his sharp and seductive facial features seemed particularly illusory under such a smile.

He stood in the dark of the screen painted with elegant mountains and mist, but the elegant screen was sprayed with blood, forming a magnificent arc. The man stared as if he saw something horrific, his face was distorted, 'らぼう' was carved with the tip of a knife on his left cheek, and blood slid down his cheek from the mark.

Fan Haoran stayed for a while, then left amid the loud screams of the servants seeing the Patriarch's body, squatting halfway on the eaves of the blue tiles, he looked interestingly at the chaotic place below due to the Patriarch's death.

The people here are really energetic.

"How could this be, even Fujiwara-sama was killed!"

"I just saw that person's name, that pioneer's name engraved on the face of my lord... Could it be the grieving ghost who came to the door?"

"Stop saying that, Master Fujiwara Jiro is here!"

The people who got together immediately lowered their heads and pushed them aside. Following the retreat of the servants like the Water Flow Gang, a man came. The man was dressed as a samurai, with a black and gold-patterned sword hanging from his waist. The handle knife looks very expensive.

The man frowned, with a serious expression on his face, he stepped forward and stood outside the hall, paused for a moment before stepping into the room full of bloody smell, the mat was already covered with red blood, and the dazzling and warm red continued to spread to the dead body.

Fujiwara Jiro kept frowning, watching his nominal elder brother piled up in the room like a mass of rotten meat, his eyes flashed disgust.

Fan Haoran squatted on the eaves and couldn't see the mood inside the house, and he didn't bother to look at it when he stood up. A month had passed, and he had created enough deaths this month to proceed to the next stage of things.

And he also has enough patience to wait for the new life of 'Ling Mussel'.

Reborn from the horrors of many mortals, O clam.

[I'm really looking forward to it. 】

But his expectations did not come to nothing. The clam that was enshrined because of fear was finally born in the night, with long white hair elegantly draped over his shoulders, but those golden eyes glowed like a murderer. fierce light.

Wearing a pioneer's black clothes, standing under the moonlight at night, Huancang smiled happily. His expression looked at the world, his eyes were full of the novelty of being reborn and the eagerness to kill.

This is a man born for the knife in his hand.

He was a born murderer, a born trampler.

At this time, the newly born god was holding the knife, and the sharp white tip pointed directly at the red-haired man's nose.

"Should I call you... my lord father." The voice of the clam was a man's deep, with a characteristic hoarseness.

The knife in his hand forced a cold air current.

"If you want." He didn't seem to hear the threat and deep meaning in the words of the clam, he looked at the clam frivolously, not caring about pointing at his fierce weapon, "do you want to keep pointing the knife at me like this? , This is not the attitude towards my father."

Saying such words lightly will definitely irritate the other party.

The clam shot in an instant, and a bright knife light flashed across the darkness under the night sky, silently but absolutely mercilessly.

"It's really fierce." The feet wearing wooden clogs slowly stepped on the grass not far away with their toes down, "Sure enough, you are indeed a pioneer who came out of that kind of place, with professional assassination and secret stealing skills It’s really sensitive and ruthless.”

"Oh? You seem to know a lot." The posture of the clam killing is calm and bloody, the long white hair has a strange light that can only be seen in the night, and the Yingxiu face is extremely charming when swinging the knife, like a demon, "Then, knowing so much, what do you want me to do?"

He stopped as he spoke, and it was enough for him to understand that he was not the opponent's opponent. He was the most outstanding pioneer in this country. The top of the world also has an extraordinary mind.

He also understands that in such a cruel world, nothing happens without a reason.

In such a land full of wars and piles of flesh and blood... nothing is paid for nothing.

And what does this man in front of you want him to do?

"You have such an awareness as soon as you wake up?" He sighed and smacked his tongue, shaking his head a little exaggeratedly, and his long red and smooth hair swayed slightly with the shaking of his head, "But you also think too bad of me. gone."

Huanceng saw his innocent eyes. This man with long red hair had the same red eyes. From the first time he saw this man, he knew that this man was not human.

Humans don't have such eyes, and the clam can't tell what the patterns on the red eyeballs are. It just thinks it's extraordinarily beautiful, like a flower that blooms like a whirlpool.

Those are the eyes of the Uchiha clan, and the eyes that can control the tailed beast are now on the eyes of the nine-tailed monster. From some aspects, it is really not an ordinary irony.

Fan Haoran, who inserted Sharingan directly into his eye socket out of some kind of fun, was looking innocently at the other side, who was calmly waiting for him to tell his purpose, with that face that belonged to the demon fox.

"Well, since you are so enthusiastic, if I don't cooperate, wouldn't it be a refusal of my kindness?" It means, since you are so stupid and insist on giving something, wouldn't it be stupid if I don't agree to you.

"I haven't thought of it yet, I'll let you know when I think about it, but I'm hungry now." He opened his eyes again and started talking nonsense, "Go and prepare dinner."

The clam's calm eyes turned cold: "Bastard, do you want me to find you something to eat at such a late hour!"

He looked at Fan Haoran with a look of scum, as if he had done something unforgivable.

"Oh, I knew that you said that you wanted to repay me, it was just a talk, I didn't expect you to be such a god..." Under the eyes of "you scum", he sighed and looked at Heavy clouds above the night sky.

The clouds were blown by the wind, and the layers moved lightly, and the edges became brighter. With the movement of the clouds, a curved silver moon was revealed, and the moonlight shone down, falling softly on that seductive face. Her eyes are also more translucent and crystal clear under the moonlight, as bright as peaches and plums.And with such a gorgeous appearance, the pupils turned slightly, the glamor faded, wanton and sharp as a sharp blade of ice.

The clam snorted softly, put away the knife, and ordered: "Wait."

Fan Haoran leaned leisurely with his arms folded under the eaves of the wild house under the moonlit night. Outside was the cruel desolation and the wild fragrance of vegetation belonging to the Warring States period of Japan.

But he was just leaning there, his eyes half-closed, as if he was wandering on the border of sleep.

Fan Haoran, with his eyes closed, was thinking about it. Ever since he came here, he always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, not only the breath of the world that was at odds with him, but also the faint perception that always goes with him.

"It turned out to be you."

A male voice as cold as crushed ice suddenly sounded slowly. Under such a slightly dark moonlit night, such a luxurious tone seemed to illuminate the dark surroundings.But under the cold appearance of this voice, there is an imperceptible movement.

His half-closed eyelids opened suddenly, and he looked in amazement at the man in luxurious clothes, the snow-white fur tail on his right shoulder, the sharp armor on his left shoulder, and the six-fold red tassel on the snow-white hunting coat, the waist There are two swords hanging between them, long silver hair and cold eyes of pale gold.

"Sesshomaru." Fan Haoran couldn't help sighing as he looked at the big monster who hadn't changed at all.His eyes stayed on the luxurious monster for a moment before he looked up at the night sky.

The slightly raised neck line is beautiful and smooth, the jaw is the charm of a demon fox, the red lips are flirtatious, and the eyes are cold and stern, no longer the frivolous and playful demeanor of the past, there is an indescribable feeling faintly, that feeling makes people Sesshomaru, who was standing not far away, couldn't look away.

I didn't even notice the overlapping space.It seems that it is because the power is not fully integrated, so we need to speed up...

"Your Majesty, where have you been all these years?" Sesshomaru thought of Naraku who was about to go crazy, and also thought of what Naraku had done for a dream that he might never get. The generated fluctuations were all annihilated the moment they saw this man.

Fan Haoran lowered his slightly raised head only after hearing the icy cold voice, and then tightly showed a meaningless smile.

Sesshomaru didn't say anything more, and took back his eyes that had been watching the king in the palace, walked forward step by step, then passed by, and never looked back.

Also without looking back, he half-closed his eyes again, leaning against the outer door of the eaves and resting motionlessly.

The meeting after many years is not without shock, but compared with the slight emotions in my heart, time has sharpened those hazy things, and those vague secret joys can only be consumed and forgotten in the long time of monsters.

His Sesshomaru will never be the one left behind, his footsteps will never stop for anyone, this is his indelible pride.

It doesn't matter who it is.