Don't talk about love, just sell birds

There is a constant temperature in the black cavity, and Mount Yunto is still covered with snow, and Yiyong can only adapt to the sudden change of temperature by maintaining a normal breathing.

The heavy snow is pressing down on the green pines, and the figure is still majestic and proud of the snow. There is a cold wind blowing, and some loose snow falls from the branches.

Yiyong squatted down and brushed off the top layer of thin snow blown by the wind with his hands, revealing the uncondensed blood drops underneath. He actually returned to the time when he left this world before, and the error would not exceed 2 minutes.

"It's still fresh, just left not long ago."

Now is not the time to explore the flow of time, Yiyong judged the direction of Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou's escape, and frowned, "This is the direction to Zaomen's family."

Sure enough, that ghost will not die easily. He is seriously injured now. He is undoubtedly in a state of severe hunger. He needs to eat human flesh as soon as possible to replenish his exhausted physical strength. He will definitely kill the Zaomen family.

Yi Yong didn't care about the burden, grabbed the Sun Wheel Saber and hurried away.

"Yiyong, you can't exercise vigorously now, and your sun wheel knife..."

Before he finished speaking, there was still a figure of righteousness, and Izumo, who was slow, had to pick up his suitcase to follow, and then he slowly added what he had just said, "Your Japanese sword was broken earlier."

There is also a lack of a palm-length blade, maybe it will not affect the performance of righteousness?

"..."

Izumo squinted his eyes, and he thought of the picture of Giyuu's waist being dug out by Wuyou.

"Oops, Yiyong can't beat that ghost."

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, let alone Yiyong himself was injured, the conditions of both sides are the same.

He quickened his pace, and Izumo caught up in an instant.

There was a delay just now, when Izumo arrived at Zaomen's house, Wuyou was halfway through. Tanjiro hugged Nezuko, who was lying in a pool of blood, and Zaomen's mother next to him was protecting the four crying children. Pressed too firmly in his arms, his back slightly bowed, and he used his body to form the last barrier.

Not far away, Yiyong and Wu Mi are fighting fiercely.

The smell of blood from the two of them was entwined, sucked into Izumo's nose, the cells in his body jumped up, his whole soul was trembling, clamoring to eat him, eat them.

Izumo took off the fox-head mask, pinched it hard with his fingers, and the mask shattered with a sound, and the pieces dissipated in the wind before falling to the ground.

The blood in his eyes faded a little, Izumo took a few deep breaths, and locked the Reiatsu on Wu Mi whose wound could not heal normally.

Wu Mi glanced at Izumo vigilantly, turned around and fled without any further entanglement with Yiyong.

Giyuu chased after a few steps before being stopped by Izumo.

Izumo opened the suitcase, took out one of the ninjutsu scrolls, and stuck it on Yiyong's blood-ravaged side waist. He didn't speak until the blood slowly stopped. His throat seemed to be stuck with something sticky, and his voice was low and scary, "The wound is cracked again. Open, and... sorry, I have almost reached the limit of patience, I am afraid that I will eat that ghost directly, and maybe hurt you..."

Giyuu stared at the pair of dark red eyes half covered by his forehead hair, filled with repressed madness, the meaning of Izumo's words is very obvious, as long as he tastes the taste of Kimai Tsuji, he may not be able to control his instinct, He and Zaomen's family were all swallowed up.

instinct.

Incomparably cruel and realistic vocabulary.

Rationality and instinct are sometimes nothing more than a thought.

Grabbing the hand holding the scroll, Giyuu felt annoyed for the first time for his inarticulate self.

The heat on the wrist miraculously calmed Izumo's brain, and he could understand the information conveyed by Giyuu's eyes without speaking.

Breathing out a foul breath, Izumo took out another ninjutsu scroll, "Yiyuu, that brat is dying."

Giyuu stood up with the Japanese wheel knife, and took advantage of the situation to pull Izumo up, and the force of the waist caused the wound to burst again. He secretly endured the pain and walked towards Zaomen's family.

Yiyong just opened the scroll and wanted to do the last rescue, but he heard Yun pause and say, "She's dead, no, she's going to become a ghost."

"Ghost... What is a ghost... What does it mean that Nezuko died...What the hell is a ghost!! Why did Nezuko die!! Why did Nezuko become a ghost!!"

Contrary to Tanjiro's heart-piercing cries, Izumo's face was calm, as if he would not be shaken by anything, his eyes contained not only indifference to life, but also arrogant contempt.

He said, because you are too weak.

All unfavorable factors are caused by the incompetence of the parties concerned.

Giyuu frowned, but unexpectedly, Tanjiro calmed down because of this sentence, and apologized to Izumo and Giyuu with a hoarse voice just now, "I don't mean to blame you... If Tomioka-san didn't catch up in time By the way, mom and the others are all dead too..."

Speaking of the latter, the sentence with a crying tone broke down in tears, and hugged Zaomen's mother and younger siblings.

Izumo couldn't understand his emotions at the moment, he was sad but thankful, blamed himself but firm, the complexity was confusing.

Giyuu checked Nezuko's condition, and the veins under the skin were gradually bulging. As Izumo said, it was a sign of becoming a ghost.

With a sinking heart, Giyuu pointed the broken sun wheel knife at Nezuko who had not yet awakened. Seeing this, Tanjiro quickly let go of his younger siblings and hugged Nezuko again, "Tomioka-san, what are you going to do! Stop! Stop! I don't know what the 'ghost' you are talking about is, but Nezuko is my younger sister, and I will never allow anyone to hurt her!"

Yiyong looked at him condescendingly, without any emotion on his face, even with a hint of indifference, "Becoming a ghost means eating people, let alone the fetters of family members, I have seen too many hungry and crazy ghosts eat family members who depend on each other."

"Nezuko will not eat people! Nezuko will never hurt us!!!"

As if yelling with all his life failed to stop Yiyong's actions, he concealed the pain in his eyes without leaving a trace, and raised the Sun Wheel Saber again, the slightly notched blade reflected the cold blue light, "Words are powerless, If you want to make your words convincing, you need to use stronger evidence to prove it.”

The Zaomen family next to him finally understood, and stepped forward to beg Giyuu to let Nezuko go. Takeo and Shigeru hugged his waist from left to right, trying to stop him from moving, but they couldn't move.

Seeing that Yoshiyuki was entangled and had no intention of hurting his younger brothers, Tanjiro took the opportunity to pick up Nezuko, whose body was gradually turning into a ghost, and plunged into the pine forest.

Yiyong had no choice but to knock Zhuxiong and Mao unconscious with a knife in his hand, and chased after him with a knife.

Huazi and Liutai cried and threw themselves on the two brothers, calling their names incessantly, and Zaomen's mother also kept wiping tears beside her.

Izumo picked out his ears annoyed, "Don't cry, they're not dead."

"You are bad guys, you are bad guys, you are bad guys!" Liu Taiyi bumped his head on Izumo's stomach, his forehead was painful, even though he was stared at by those dangerous eyes, he still stubbornly beat him with his small fists, All the snot and tears on his face were wiped on him.

Zaomen's mother was afraid that Mrs. Liu's behavior would anger her, so she hurriedly brought her youngest son back.

Izumo only needed one thought, and all the stains on his clothes disappeared. He didn't go with Giyuu because he couldn't smell any more blood now.

When the children cried until they fell asleep, Giyuu finally came back, followed by Tanjiro who was carrying Nezuko on his back. All the killing intent just now disappeared, and I don’t know how he persuaded Giyuu.

The next day, Tanjiro even put Nezuko in the back basket, bid farewell to his family and followed them all the way away.

Izumo wore the re-condensed mask, looked back at the people behind him from time to time, and pulled Giyuu's sleeve, "What happened after you chased me yesterday?"

Yoshiyuki replied concisely, "The younger sister who became a ghost protected the older brother."

"Then what has he been doing with us?"

"He wants to become a swordsman who slays ghosts, hunts down Mumai Tsuji, and at the same time finds a way to turn his sister back into a human, so now he is going to Sagiri Mountain to learn from his teacher."

"I've lived for so long and haven't seen a precedent of a ghost being able to turn back into a human being, and apprenticeship?" Izumo understood the meaning of the word, and if Tanjirou succeeded in apprenticeship, he would be their little brother, brother, really a good bond.

When he came here, he rode the oboro car at a very fast speed, and when he went back, he simply relied on his feet, one was Xu and the other was Zhu. As an ordinary person, Tanjiro didn't complain even though he was struggling to follow.

Passing through a village, Yiyong still did not choose the rattan house, but stayed overnight in a hotel and opened a room with three beds.

Tanjiro took the sleeping Nezuko out of the basket, carefully put her on the bed and lay down, brushed away the long hair that ran down her cheeks, touched her cold forehead, and asked worriedly, "Tomioka-san, Nezuko has been Is it really okay to sleep? Could it be that you were too hard when you knocked her out before?"

It was Izumo who answered him. Izumo opened his hands, lay down on the bed in a large font, and said, "Her Reiatsu is very stable."

Yiyong has never encountered such a situation, so he can only speculate on the most reasonable explanation, "It should be to use sleep to restore physical strength."

With the double protection of the two, Tanjiro finally let go of his high-hanging heart, and only then did he have the opportunity to say something else.

"As Tomioka-san said before, he is so righteous and awe-inspiring, but in the end, he is also carrying ghosts?" Tanjiro looked at Izumo who was crawling under the covers meaningfully.

"He's not a ghost."

Giyuu killed all Tanjiro's complaints in the cradle with a single sentence. Tanjiro pointed in disbelief at the man who was wrapped in a quilt with only one head left, his face was written in bold and bold "It's still like this." It’s not like a ghost’s conscience won’t hurt.”

Yi Yong said blankly, "He is not afraid of the sun and wisteria flowers, and he doesn't eat people."

"What if it's a new type of oni?" Tanjiro already has some understanding of some of the characteristics and weaknesses of oni, but it's not sure that the oni has mutated or evolved.

"He's not a ghost."

Yiyong didn't explain too much, just repeated what he said just now.

"That's right, that's right, I'm not a ghost, an incomplete and inferior life form that can't see the light." After Izumo said this quickly, he hid in the bed, his eyes were shining, floating with fragmentary light.

He didn't expect Yiyong to explain for himself, let alone that he would...

Feel happy.

Tanjiro looked at Giyuu in confusion, "Is he... happy?"

Yiyong stared at the bulging quilt, some complex emotions bloomed in his heart, and a rare trace of confusion flashed across his face.

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After all, I still didn’t have the heart to send a knife, the charcoal is too bitter o>_