[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

Ji Guoyuan was officially expelled from the Ghost Killing Squad.

The team members who threatened to cut him into seppuku thought the sentence was too lenient, but the six-year-old lord was determined. No matter how those people protested, his will was not shaken at all. The voice of fierce opposition gradually weakened, and finally there was no ripple.

On the day I left, the sky was very blue, and the green hills in the distance were as light as smoke.

Yuanyi waited for me outside the tea house, I took my cane, fastened the tie of my bamboo hat, and turned my head to take a last look at the place that had become a little strange.

There was no grand farewell, no see-off team, as if we were just going to take a long trip, Yuanyi and I set foot on the road of departure in the early morning sunshine.

Fragments of light sprinkled from the gaps in the leaves, the mountain road was not rough, but the silence was a bit long.

Yuanyi slowed down his pace and followed me slowly.I carefully paid attention to the stones under my feet, and as I was walking, a figure suddenly squatted in front of me.

"Come on." Yuan Yi turned to look at me with calm eyes.

Before dark, we have to cross the mountains in front of us to reach the lodge.

I thought I was hiding it well, but he still saw my struggle at a glance.

After hesitating for a moment, I put my arms around Yuanyi's neck.

He stood up steadily with my back on his back, as if what he was carrying was not the weight of my whole body, but a piece of light and fluttering feathers.

"Will it be heavy?"

"will not."

The heartbeat that came through the chest was steady and gentle, and Yuanyi carried me through the long mountain road and waded through the rushing river between the mountain gorge.

We passed by a valley full of di flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains. When we ran down the hillside, the hula-la wind blew up from the ground, and the buckle on my chin suddenly loosened, and the bamboo hat was thrown high by the wind, like a bird spreading its wings. To the blue sky.

The golden waves rolled over, I hugged Yuanyi's neck, and he carried me through the mountains and fields swaying with dihua.I remember the sky was very high, and the bright sun shone on people, making it extremely warm.

"Yuichi." I called his name.

"what happened?"

Under the sun, the tail of his hair is a color that seems to be burning, but his eyes are gentle like spring water, clearly reflecting all things that are equal in this world.

Dihua rustled and groaned softly, I didn't speak, and Yuanyi didn't ask, he just quietly carried me on his back, passing through the golden valley and the hillside where Dihua sang in the wind.

"……are not you tired?"

Yuanyi shook his head: "I'm not tired."

"Would you like to rest for a while?"

His voice was still calm: "No."

I leaned on his back for a while.I haven't felt so at ease for a long time, the wind in the world seems to have faded away, only the heartbeat that is closely attached to my ears is left.

"Yuanyi," I whispered, "you're not going to die, are you?"

You don't die before the age of 25 like other dappled swordsmen, do you?

Yuan Yi was silent for a while.

"will not."

The hillside full of Dihua stretches far, far away.

He's really grown up, I remember thinking - he's even learned how to coax people.

But I am very happy, I am very happy.

I picked a branch of Di flower, and the curved Di flower weighed heavily on the golden stem, like the beautiful tail feathers of an egret.

The white fluffy Dihua swept back and forth in front of Yuanyi's eyes, and he showed a look of enlightenment: "Do you like these?"

"No." I corrected him, "This is for you."

I gave the Dihua to Yuanyi. He was carrying me on his back and had no hands to hold it, so I let him hold the Dihua for him.

"Yuanyi, you want to live a long life, okay?"

"We'll come here again when the Dihua blooms again next year, shall we?"

He said yes.

Whatever I say, he says yes.

I muttered to him and told him a lot.For the first time in my long life I have met an audience as patient and uncritical as he was.

Time seems to have returned to the origin when we met, and we embarked on a journey again.

- just start over.

The journey without destination is long and the road is long, but the sky is blue and the sun is shining.

Although there are sometimes heavy rains, the road is sometimes rough and difficult, and it is very distressing not to have enough winding.

Although I live in the wind, sleep in the open, and wander around, I don't find it hard.

Yuanyi did not break his promise.

At the age of 25, he is still alive.

At the age of 27, he was still by my side.

At the age of 29, he heard most of my deeds in previous lives, and sometimes even found out the slight mistakes in my memories.What a horrible memory.

Years passed by like a blink of an eye, and I occasionally received letters from Tetsuya Miyayashiki, and sometimes greetings from Purgatory's family.

Yuanyi is not good at words, nor is he good at replying letters.After I urged him several times, he slowly picked up the pen, and briefly replied to the other party's profusely written letterhead.

As for the child who took up the position of head of the family at a young age, he is about to marry his wife, and asked me gently how to get along with his newly married wife.

I am a little distressed.I am not married, nor have I ever been married.But after a few days of serious thinking, I still wrote down the most simple advice-be gentle.Be considerate.Be patient.

I read my reply over and over again, and I always felt that there was something I was not satisfied with, but I couldn’t remember what to add for the time being. After struggling for a while, I cut the letter paper and let the crow take my reply away. distance.

"Finished?"

I lay motionless on the table and pretended to be dead. Yuan Yi came over and raised his hand to brush away the scattered hair on my cheek.

His eyes are calm and gentle, like the warm coals in a fireplace in winter.

I straighten up.

"Are you going out now?"

Yuanyi sat down by the fire.The weather has been getting colder recently, and he is still wearing scarlet feathers and Yamabuki-colored kimonos. I think he is not warm enough, so I rummaged around the house and finally found a quilted kimono from a thick wooden cabinet. Haori comes.

"Has the blade been oiled? Is the handle wrapped properly? Can it cut off a ghost's head? Ah yes, I extracted a small bottle of wisteria poison. Do you want to take it with you?"

I was chattering while putting on the haori for him.Yuan Yi nodded quietly, indicating that he was ready for everything, his eyes seemed a little soft.

Pulling open the wooden door, the cold wind rolled up the curtain.

I watched Yuanyi put on the saber, and the scabbard closed with a soft clang.He looked calm and didn't look nervous at all, as if he was just going out for a walk instead of hunting ghosts in the mountains.

We have been staying in this mountain village for more than a month. I accidentally helped an injured villager fix a broken bone. Later, villagers came to see a doctor one after another. I became a doctor for no reason. The villagers were very enthusiastic, so we stayed temporarily.

A few days ago, I heard that ghosts appeared in the mountains, and the villagers who went hunting on the mountains were eaten to nothing but skeletons, and the people in the village were in panic. Yuan Yi never said that he was a ghost hunter, but as the only person in the village who knew how to use a knife, Naturally, he was entrusted with the important task of killing ghosts.

I stood by the door and watched him leave.A light snow fell in the sky, Yuanyi took a few steps in the feather-like whiteness, then turned around and walked back.

He raised his hand, touched my cheek very lightly, bowed his head seriously and said:

"wait me back."

The red figure walked away in the snow.

I touched the place where his fingertips touched, and the warm touch seemed to still faintly linger on the skin of my cheek.

Somewhat hot.

……

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a knock on the door.

dong dong dong -- dong dong dong --

The voice was urgent and fixed, I put on my coat in the dark, and followed my memory to the door.

"Miss Ah Chao!"

The servant waiting at the door made a sound as if seeing a savior.

"Quick! Come with me! Madame has suffered another lung disease."

The current residence of Enichi and I was provided by a lumber merchant named Shinjiro Nagano. His wife Mitsuko was bedridden all the year round, coughing badly every winter, sometimes unable to sleep all night.

Servants in sackcloth carried lanterns ahead.In the chaotic and deep darkness, that little bit of light reflected the shadows of flying snow falling continuously, as if it was a guiding light to illuminate the ghosts wandering in the world on their way back to Huangquan.

After nightfall, the snow fell more and more.A layer of snow has accumulated on the ground at some point, hard and cold, like a thick shell of some kind of creature.

Through the wind and snow, the most magnificent mansion in the village emerged from the darkness.

It was quiet all around, and in such a cold night, only the lights of this mansion were still on.

Under the guidance of the maid, I came to the inner room.

When the young man with a sad face saw my eyes light up, he immediately came up to me.

"Mitsuko, she..."

Nagano Shinjiro loves his frail and sick wife from the bottom of his heart. He is obviously from a wealthy family, and after knowing that Mitsuko is barren, he has never married a concubine.

While I was cooking the medicine, he kept walking back and forth outside the bamboo curtain, and heard the sound of coughing in the room. Every time he wanted to jump in, he would be stopped weakly but firmly by his wife.

After working until midnight, Mitsuko's condition finally stabilized, and everyone in the mansion heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, thank you."

Nagano Shinjiro thanked me again and again with red eyes, and begged me to stay overnight.

The bronze lamps under the eaves reflected the snowflakes in the dark, and the snowflakes were constantly falling, as if they were going to bury the whole world.

I hesitated for a while, thinking of Yuanyi, I still chose to refuse.

"I'll go back..."

thump.

That was not a knock on the door.

Something fell to the floor with a muffled bang.

The hairs on my back stood up straight at that moment.

"Let's go—!" I lifted the bamboo curtain, ignoring the surprised expressions of the two, and shouted sharply: "Leave through the back door now!"

The icy and biting wind howled, and the bronze lamps under the eaves of the corridor swayed wildly, and the sound of ding ding dong dong became one piece in the flickering light and shadow.

The maid's scream was cut off at the throat, and the ghost was extremely fast, crawling on all fours, like a gecko, and came to the master bedroom in the inner room in the blink of an eye.

Shinjiro Nagano held the trembling Mitsuko and staggered towards the back door.

I drew out the dagger, hot blood suddenly burst out, all splashed on the bamboo curtain in front of me, the servant with his eyes open was grabbed by the ghost, his body flew out like a rag bag, and fell to the courtyard gravel ground.

"Metsuko—!" A panicked shout came, and when I turned my head, Mitsuko fell to the ground, and several bright red bloodstains were drawn on her wrist by the gravel.

In this world, some people have thin-blood constitutions.

For ghosts, humans with a thin-blooded physique are rare supplements, and eating one person is equivalent to eating a hundred people.No ghost can reject the fragrance emanating from a person with a thin-blooded physique.

The ghost uttered a terrifying howl that made blood flow backwards, and suddenly rushed towards Mitsuko!

...can't keep up.

I can't run.My legs were left permanently disabled and I could no longer move freely.

……That's too late.

In the wide-open field of vision, a figure suddenly stood in front of Mitsuko.

Nagano Shinjiro, that man's face was pale, as if he had died at that moment, but his movements in front of Mitsuko remained motionless.

I gasped sharply, as if suddenly unable to breathe.

There is only one way.

I know, there is only one way.

For ghosts, there is only one name, which is a more terrifying and irreversible instinct than cannibalism and blood.

"...No misery!!!"

I was hoarse and couldn't breathe.

"Ghost dance Tsuji no misery!!!"

The moment Taboo's name was called out, as if nailed in place by an invisible force, the ghost suddenly froze.

The snow is still falling, one after another, falling from the end of the darkness.

creak-

The ghost turned his head.

The capillaries burst, and terrifying cracks spread like spider webs in the eyeballs with slender pupils.

Gulu Gulu's frantically rolling eyeballs suddenly froze after seeing my figure.

Time stood still, and in that short moment, the scarlet eyes staring at me seemed to suddenly become someone else's sight.

Immediately, the frozen eyeballs vibrated again, and the veins on the ghost's head bulged.It wailed indistinctly, speaking extremely fast as if begging for mercy from a voice in its head, and its eyeballs flickering left and right were full of fear.

"No no no no...Master Wu Mi...I didn't...No no no..."

It curled up, clutching its head and neighing harshly.

The ghost twitched, as if the cells in its body were rioting, hollowing it out from the inside, devouring all the flesh, bones and muscles that could be swallowed.

I thought it would burst open like the ghost last time, crumbling into foam and flesh.

But it doesn't.

After violent convulsions as if suffering from parasitism, the ghost suddenly looked up at me while covering its bloody face.

I unconsciously took a step back.

The next moment, the air was torn apart, and the ghost came to me almost in the blink of an eye.I didn't even have time to swing the knife, and at the last moment I narrowly avoided his grabbing hand, and rolled to the side suddenly.

The snow particles fell, and I quickly got up, and the ghost attacked me again without hesitation.

Before I could dodge it, I stabbed into its eyeball with a knife, and the sharp blade sank into the eye socket with a puff. The ghost didn't make any sound, as if it didn't feel pain or self-awareness, and lifted me up from the ground all at once.

Bright red blood flowed from the eye sockets, I pulled out the knife, and cut off the meridian on its wrist again.

I was free and fell back to the ground suddenly.But in the blink of an eye, the ghost reacted, and the wound I cut was healed as before.

The lights under the eaves seemed so far away, flickering in the dark like the glimmer of the deep sea.

Bloodstains were sprinkled on the icy snow, I staggered a step, felt a sharp pain in my leg bone, and fell into the snow again.

The ghost's movements seemed to pause suddenly, but this brief pause was like an illusion. I opened my eyes wide, and the strong wind that hit my face cut my cheek with pain.

The dazzling light of the knife suddenly flashed out of the darkness like flowing fire.

I didn't see the movement of Yuanyi's hand clearly, nor did I see the moment when he arrived.

Just for a split second of breathing, the trajectory of the sun wheel knife separated the air, and at the same time separated the ghost's head and body.

With a clean cut, the ghost's body kept leaning forward, its outstretched hand was so close that it had almost grabbed my neck, and the head on the shoulder suddenly fell back and was cut off flat.

With a plop, the head rolled into the snow, like burnt charcoal, gradually turning into ashes.

"A Chao."

I came to my senses.

Then I noticed that Yuanyi was panting slightly.

He seemed to have run all night through the wind and snow, or just survived a desperate struggle.But he obviously didn't have any wounds on his body, and he chopped off the ghost's head with a sharp knife just now.

Yuanyi reached out and touched my face, as if to confirm my temperature.

His fingers are cold.

"I am fine."

Just as I was about to say this, he suddenly pulled me into his arms, pressed my hands tightly against my back, and buried his head in the hollow of my neck.

The ghost that lost its head, its only remaining arm twitched and convulsed, propped up the broken body and suddenly attacked Yuanyi.

Yuanyi hugged me and dodged, the ghost's ferocious attack missed, and its wobbly body fell into the snow again, with no strength left.

I felt a gaze staring at me.

The ghost with half of its head gone, opened its scarlet eyes with numerous cracks in the center of the pupils, and just stared at me like that.

Then turned to ashes.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-1621:29:44~2019-12-2015:08:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Wulili, His Majesty; 1 bottle of Shameow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!