Natsume's Little Mister

Time is fleeting.

When Natsume and Zhongyuan Zhongya reappeared, it was already on the edge of the dense fog.

And Nakahara Chuya's expression gradually became a little subtle.

"What's wrong?" Natsume asked suspiciously.

Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed the brim of his hat, organized his words and said, "I seem to feel the other me you mentioned."

"He's awake." Nakahara Chuya seemed to see the other party floating up through the deep sea.

Natsume's face tightened, and he rushed into the thick fog while dragging Zhong Yuanzhong.

And deep in the bottom of the sea, the sleeping [Nakahara Chuya] opened a pair of golden pupils, with no emotions, no emotions, only endless indifference and divinity.

[Nakahara Chuya], who was only wearing a white research institute robe, had a layer of scarlet light on his body, and in the next second, his figure was like a flying shuttle rushing towards the sea.

Just as he entered the dense fog, the next moment, Nakahara Nakaya grabbed Natsume's wrist with his backhand and dodged to one side.

A black graviton ball appeared on the spot, and the violent explosion shook the entire fog area.

The curse spirits who were originally quiet as if they were dead gradually became agitated. Seeing that the situation was not good, Natsume released the portal of the "Safe Haven" and dragged Zhongya Zhongya in.

If the battlefield is shifted, others will not notice the abnormality here.

He also deliberately left a portal for another [Central Plains Chuya].

The next moment, [Central Plains Chuya] really followed them into the different space.

It was dusk in the different space, and the orange-red sunset cast its light on the same orange-red hair of the two of them.

It's just that one is a fiery flame, and the other is a bone-chilling glacier.

Nakahara Nakaya's cobalt blue eyes met his indifferent golden eyes, his throat rolled, and a chill ran down his spine. It's more like a human body than a person opposite him. weapon.

Without a mind of its own, there is only endless destruction and coldness.

Through those eyes, Zhongyuan Zhong also seemed to see a cold and cruel research institute, and blurred pictures flashed by, making it hard to see clearly.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy looked at Chuya Zhongya, his eyes were calm, his pale hands stretched out flatly, and several gravity balls condensed and smashed towards them.

Natsume originally planned to block it with a barrier, but Nakahara Chuya dodged it the next moment with his collar.

"You can't stop it." Chuya Nakahara panted and said to Natsume.

After a pause, he added: "I can't stop it either."

"Stand back a little, I'm going to be dirty."

Natsume held him down, his eyes full of anxiety: "Dazai is not here, how can you open the dirty? Are you dying?"

"It's okay, I have a feeling that I can stop the filth this time. Of course, the premise is that I can defeat the 'Central Plain Chuya' on the opposite side."

Zhongyuan Zhong also pulled off the black long windbreaker freely, lowered his head and pulled off the leather gloves on his hands little by little, revealing a pair of hands that had not been exposed to the sun for a long time and had a fair complexion.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his fingertips, he raised his hand, and slightly adjusted the choker on his neck with his fingertips.

Under the choker, the sexy Adam's apple rolled, and a wanton and maniacal smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"I won't lose." He looked at [Nakahara Chuya] who was chasing him from a distance and swore firmly.

"But..." Natsume wanted to say something, but Madara picked up Natsume and quickly left the battlefield.

This is a battle of gods, a battle that belongs to Chuya in the Central Plains alone, and no one should intervene. This is respect for a god.

Natsume raised his forehead, but Lushen also said: This kind of stubbornness, it is estimated that it will take four to fifty years to successfully integrate!

This lets him do what he wants.

When Natsume was having a headache, Zhongyuan Zhong had already started a dirty state.

Aragami's consciousness body and power body fought fiercely in Natsume's different space. The strength body was strong in strength, and the consciousness body was strong in rich combat experience and well-honed physical skills. The two sides fought fiercely for a while. .

Natsume dodged the falling gravel and squatted silently on a big rock.

From sunset to dusk, until the moon set and the crow crowed, the entire forest in the different dimension was destroyed by the two of them.

Natsume yawned and leaned against Madara Nuan Huhu.

"Chuya has spent a long time in this time, and I don't see any signs of overdraft in him at all." He murmured to Madara.

"They should be merging. A fight between two people of the same origin doesn't actually cause much damage. It's like punching your left hand with your right fist. You can see that Nakahara Nakaya's clothes are not torn much."

Madara fiddled with Natsume's hair boredly, her yellow-green eyes stared at the hair on the top of Natsume's head, almost becoming cross-eyed.

Natsume took a serious look, there was a black line all over his head.

"It's really... so when the two of them fight, the one that hurts the most is my different space?"

Madara didn't speak, but her paws trembled, and she accidentally tore off a few hairs of Natsume.

The speechlessness that had arisen in Natsume's heart just now was replaced by heartache in an instant.

"Teacher, don't pull out my hair!" Natsume collected his dying hair distressedly. He often stayed up late dealing with spells and writing essays, and he also lost a lot of hair.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, wait until I go to the female ghost to ask about hair growth techniques." Madara said quickly.

"It's not that I haven't asked, it's useless!" Natsume punched Madara on the head.

Countless little stars dance on Madara's forehead.

While Natsume and Madara were fighting, the battle on the other end gradually came to an end.

The two Central Plains middlemen also fought each other, and then one turned back to widen the distance.

In Nakahara Nakaya's eyes, reason finally gradually returned.

At the same time, his filthy state did not disappear, and it ebbed and flowed. He not only replenished his strength, but also regained his sanity.

When he pierced the opponent's neck for the last time and crushed him to the ground, Nakahara Chuya gasped heavily and finally stopped.

The opponent struggled under his hands for a while, and finally stopped resisting.

Seeing that the battle finally came to an end, Natsume and Madara came forward together, witnessing the birth of a complete godhead is something that can be met but not sought after, they are all very curious.

I saw-

A steady stream of red light spots floated out of [Central Plains Chuya]'s body, and then gradually condensed into a palm-sized [Central Plains Chuya].

Zhong Yuan Zhong also had his hands empty, staggered, and stabilized his back, holding his small self in his hands, a little dazed.

"Is this fusion ready?" He asked Natsume blankly.

"Probably not." He replied subconsciously.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Natsume frowned, feeling a familiar sense of sight.

"Then..." Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his mouth, Yan's eyes were full of confusion.

Natsume rubbed the center of his brows, and whispered, "I always feel like I've seen this kind of scene before, let me think about it later."

He traced upwards along the veins of memory, and his gaze unconsciously fell on the long-standing light veins.

A candle light suddenly lit up in his mind, and he snapped his fingers abruptly, finally pulling out a hidden message from the depths of his mind.

He found out the material book he was carrying with him, and flipped through it with a "crash".

"I remembered! When I was collecting wind in Tokyo some time ago, the King of Gold once gave me a batch of ancient books about ghosts and ghosts. There was a case recorded in it, which was very similar to yours now. I even copied it down specially. It is intended to be used as a material, you have a look."

Natsume's eyes sparkled.

Nakahara raised his eyebrows, took Natsume's material book, and looked at it seriously.

"One body and two souls, the same ancestor and the same origin... Light and wine are used to supplement it, and the god dance is used as a sacrifice... to tell the gods of heaven and earth..."

A few black lines fell down Zhongyuan Zhongye's forehead.

The previous description is indeed very similar to his, but the solution behind... Zhong Yuanzhong also said that he knows all these words, but combined, what is this thing?

Unlike him, Madara followed Natsume during this time, and happened to know what was on it, and couldn't help but marvel at "fate".

Maybe there really is God's will in the dark, and God's will will put everything you need in front of you.

Natsume suppressed the excitement in his heart, and Huazhen invited Lushen.

Lushen stroked the mustache at the corner of his mouth, nodded, and said, "It's possible."

Natsume and Nakahara also looked at each other, and a gleam of joy flashed in their eyes at the same time.

"Come on, let's try."

It is night now, and there is a festival in a different space, and there will be a priestess performing a divine dance during the festival.

After finding the venue, Natsume made a bowl out of the barrier again, and carefully took the light wine from the light vein.

If the light wine is used by ordinary people, that person will become an immortal "worm", but there are also gods in the Central Plains, and the light veins do not cause any harm to him, because the light veins are originally the springs that the gods drink.

According to the information in the material book, and with the help of Lushen, Natsume quickly wrote an article to tell the world, all kinds of things, just waiting for the magic dance to start.

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The lively festival is approaching its climax, and the lights are brilliant, spreading from the distant mountain top to the foot of the mountain.

"Boom, boom, boom—" The sound of the drum is far and wide.

The crowd gradually quieted down.

Priestesses in traditional red and white costumes hold Kagura bells to freeze.

Natsume and Zhongyuan Zhong also stood in the air not far away and looked at each other.

The light wine overflowing with golden brilliance was swallowed into the stomach, and the golden spots spread rapidly as soon as it entered the stomach. Every cell seemed to be changing, and Nakahara Chuya's body was gradually transforming from a "human" to a "god".

Natsume calmed down.

The joss sticks were lit, the kagura played, the skirts of the miko fluttered on the altar, and Natsume's slow and solemn prayer spread farther and farther in the air.

A mysterious fluctuation was brewing little by little. In Lushen's gratified eyes, a passage slowly formed at the connection between the different space and the real world, and the mysterious and indescribable will of the world descended.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt hot all over, his consciousness seemed to fall into the clouds, and everything around him was spinning like a kaleidoscope.

At some point, he felt as if he broke free from a sealed shell, and warm energy returned from the outside to the inside, and the world seemed to become clearer.

He heard the bubbling pulse of light, he saw the mysterious and mysterious natural law in the world, he saw the gentle and moving energy in Natsume's heart, he saw the barrier between two worlds...

In the dirty state, the black and red divine lines were swimming, and the small self in his palm melted and penetrated into his skin. The two met and merged into one.

The moment the complete godhead takes shape, energy explodes, and in the transforming "cells", mysterious lines are engraved into it one by one.

And what's on the outside is——

The complicated divine patterns spread from the heart of Nakahara Chuya to the limbs, the cinnabar-like color on the strong and smooth forearm climbed up quietly, and the divine patterns were embedded under the choker on the neck.

His perfectly proportioned body became even more slender, and the originally suitable clothes were tightly attached to the smooth muscle lines. A button at the neckline was broken, revealing his delicate collarbone and chest covered with mysterious lines.

Handsome, alienated, wild, at this moment in his body a perfect combination.

It turns out that this is Aragami!

The last word of the sacrificial rite fell, the will of the world returned, and the passage was closed.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes, a trace of gold flashed across his eyes, and the cinnabar-like red was slowly hidden under the skin.

There was silence, and the air was heavy with power.

Until Nakahara Chuya himself broke the silence——

"Eh? I've grown taller!" Zhong Yuanzhong was also adapting to the changes in himself, and suddenly found something was wrong, and his focus was instantly uncontrollable.

He stepped in front of Natsume, and happily gestured a few times. Natsume, who originally required him to look up slightly, was much shorter than him at this time.

"Hahaha, the curse of the mackerel is finally broken!" Nakahara Chuya was going crazy with joy.

His height has always been a pain in his heart, and now he has grown taller so unexpectedly!

If it is expected to become a complete Aragami, then growing tall is an unexpected surprise.

And this surprise made him happier than him becoming a god!

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