Don't talk about love, just sell birds

Passing through an open land where the water mist is relatively thin, the fog becomes thicker as it goes deeper into the hinterland of the mountain forest, and finally becomes thick like water, even the sunlight cannot penetrate, and only a gray outline can be vaguely seen.

After walking in the fog for a while, his hair and clothes were all wet. Izumo took off the wet eyepatch and hid it in his pocket. He turned his back to Giyuu and reminded him, "Don't come in front of me."

This sentence is like a stone thrown into the water, breaking the calm of the water.

An invisible and intangible aura vibrated in the air, radiating around in circles, passing through the human body, as if countless hands were constantly tearing every nerve.

It was originally an excuse to divert attention, but I didn't expect to get lucky.

Izumo's eyelashes were hung with a string of fine water droplets, which would coalesce into water droplets and slide down the corners of the eyes in the blink of an eye, some of which penetrated into the eye mask, moistening the eyes that turned bright red in vain due to the excitement.

You don't even need to go to the front to see his emotions. Giyuu stepped forward and stood sideways in front of Izumo in a posture that could stop him at any time. "What do you feel?"

Izumo glanced at him sideways, and emphasized, "I already told you not to come in front of me, and don't stab me again later."

This sounds like a paranoid that triggers a stabbing incident when seeing red eyes.

In fact, there are quite a few people with red pupils, peach red, crimson, wine red, crimson red, orange red, it is not the eyes that really trigger the righteous killing intent, but the eyes when Izumo is devouring/desire/desire, of course Izumo has not yet been able to Be aware of this.

Yiyong glanced over his eyes lightly, told him the result with actions, and then asked, "What did you feel?"

"I..." Izumo got stuck, his poor vocabulary was not enough for him to express his thoughts, he couldn't find a suitable adjective for the language he had organized in his mind for a long time, and finally scratched his hair angrily, "I It’s not clear, and you don’t understand it, it’s not something that humans can touch.”

Giyong could see that he wasn't lying.

"I'll talk about this later, get ready, it's coming." Lin Taki interrupted the conversation between the two, facing southeast and posing in front of the battle.

Izumo couldn't help but look at him twice more. He was able to find the ghost's position accurately in a place with low visibility and strange magnetic field interference. Judging by human standards, he is undoubtedly a master. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful his strength is, there is no relative Matching flesh/body, everything decays with time.

The sharp sword light flashed, and Izumo's eyes were once again occupied by the water pattern with ukiyo-e. No matter how many times you look at it, it is very beautiful. The breathing method is extremely peaceful, not the quiet pool water in autumn, but the blue lake surface that is occasionally rippled by the spring breeze.

After a while, the sharp confrontation sounds were staggered, and the white mist was scattered, and soon people from around came in, and calm returned in the next second.

Giyuu shook off the blood stained on the blade, recalling the brief contact with the ghost just now, "I didn't use a weapon, just the simplest physical attack, it was very hard, and I couldn't cut off the ghost's arm with one blow."

Izumo has a deep understanding of Giyuu's strength. No matter how his body strength is affected by lack of food, Giyuu also broke through his own defense with his human body. There is no reason why he can't deal with a wild ghost. It seems that this ghost It was really strengthened by that thing a lot.

Thinking of this, Izumo's eyes turned red again, as long as he swallowed that thing, he wouldn't have to worry about rations in a short time.

The sight was deprived, a hand was covered around the eyes, the rough calluses in the palm caressed the eyelids inadvertently, and even the body temperature invaded.Different from the short contact before, Izumo realized for the first time that human beings are hot except for the blood, the eyeballs are wrapped in unprecedented warmth, and they still want to be nostalgic. .

Yiyong gave him a weird look, "Don't be confused by the blood."

Can Izumo say that it wasn't blood that confused him?

Soon the ghost came again. He hid his body in the mist, and his breath merged with the mist, making it impossible to distinguish. He didn't know which direction the attack would come from, making it impossible to guard against.

Giyuu and Rinaki were able to counterattack quickly with their rich combat experience, which also made Oni suffer a little bit. Although they can regenerate at a high speed, it requires physical strength, and any small wound is meaningful.

I don't know whether it was intentional or a coincidence, Izumo happened to be sandwiched between the two, and he was not attacked even once.

I said before that I want to protect them, but now I am the one being protected. Izumo's eyeballs followed the movement of the volunteer's hand without blinking. After admiring the various forms of water patterns, he suddenly clicked his tongue and pointed his index finger. Pointing in a certain direction, red light spots continue to gather and become a red sphere wrapped in a black mist shell.

A sphere the size of an adult's fist hangs in front of the fingertips. After a pulse, it converges into a pea-sized ball, and the next moment it turns into a straight line. After hitting something, it shoots straight out with the opponent's painful wailing, breaking open. There was a thick fog, and the sun shone in, and the sun finally came out here.

"..." Giyuu and Rinaki exchanged glances, put away the Hikari Saber, and looked at the relaxed man who seemed to have never done anything with a complicated expression on his face.

They still know too little about Xu.

"He shouldn't be dead yet, let's go over and give him a good time." Izumo tried to reach out his hand to Yoshiyuki, wanting to feel the temperature again, but Yoshiyuki couldn't understand what he meant, thinking that he had a crush on the Japanese sword again. Interested.

His hand sank, and Izumo fell into thinking while holding the sword, thinking that the expression was still not in place, so he simply switched the Japanese sword to his left hand, and directly pulled Yiyong's hand with his right hand.

The cold touch made people tremble, and the feeling after holding it was cold and hard, not so much as stiff as a corpse, but more like a stone or metal without temperature.

Yiyong let out a doubt, not understanding why he wanted to hold his hand.

Izumo didn't think there was anything wrong with the two men holding hands, so he sighed contentedly, and said generously, "Your hands are really hot."

No, it's just normal body temperature, the problem is your hands, it's too cold.

Yiyong ignored this suspicion, took out his hand, took back the sun wheel knife by the way, and put it back on his waist again, "Aren't you going to give the ghost a final blow? If you don't pass it, you will run away."

Izumo stretched his five fingers regretfully, and snorted unhappily, "I won't run away. Even with Altana's power, it will take quite a while to repair such a serious wound."

No one knew better than Izumo that the Oni's body was blasted to the point that only half of its head remained.

The pronunciation of "Altana" is different from the language they speak, and Yoshiyuki imitated the movement of Izumo's lips before asking, "What is this?"

Izumo couldn't explain clearly, so he had to say vaguely, "In short, you can understand it as a kind of energy source for this land."

Yi Yong knew that it would be difficult for him to explain in detail.

"Cough cough."

The two looked to the left together, and their movements were rarely in unison.

Only then did Lintaki clear his throat, "Let's go, if you have any questions, we'll talk about it when we go back."

The author has something to say:

That's right, Izumo is actually caused by skin hunger [laugh and cry]

Thank you Time Swimmer for irrigation nutrient solution +3, love you ^O^