It is said that Sun Pillar-sama is the god of fire

"Is this the Vulcan Kagura Dance?" Looking at the shrine maiden on the altar who was moving slowly to the beat of the drum, Tsukihiko curled his lips, and a subtle sense of loss spread in his heart.

He felt that Kagura, the god of fire, should be more gorgeous and gorgeous, like a flame burning to the extreme, dazzling and dazzling.

The black-haired young man glanced quietly, and the god beside him was watching seriously, his crimson eyes were filled with the soft yellow light of flames.

Yue Yan's little finger moved slightly, like sudden shyness, but also like courage that came from nowhere, fingertips touched fingertips, and the warm touch was clearly conveyed to the bottom of his heart along the attached skin.

The heartbeat suddenly sounded like a drum, and the black-haired young man turned his head away, and the tips of his ears quickly fainted with a touch of bright red.

Yue Yan tightly pursed his lips, obviously it was the extremely cold winter, but his slightly closed palms were so hot that he was almost sweating.

The black-haired young man couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his dry lips for some reason, but quietly exerted force on his hand, and firmly clasped Tanjiro's little finger.

Some kind of emotion that was hidden in his heart poured out at this moment, and he silently entwined the knuckles of the gods, as if they were going to be entangled forever, inseparable.

"what's wrong?"

Naturally, the movements of his hands couldn't be hidden from Kamado Tanjiro.The boy-like god just watched his little finger being wrapped more and more tightly in amused manner, not understanding what the people around him wanted to do.

"No, it's nothing!" Tsukihiko subconsciously let go of his hand to defend himself, but as keen as he was, he immediately clasped it firmly after discovering that Kamado Tanjiro didn't seem to hate such a touch.

He even wanted to clasp all of Kami's five fingers even harder, without leaving a single gap—his hand was bigger than Kamado Tanjirou's, and it could completely wrap Tanjirou's hand.

The god in front of him was ignorant, and didn't understand what such an action meant. He just thought that the young man's hands were cold, and wanted to keep warm in this way, so he stretched out his other hand and gently covered that hand Pale and slender hands.

Tanjiro lightly breathed on his hands, the warm and humid breath and the warm temperature that could melt ice and snow into the heart of the black-haired young man unreservedly.

Yue Yan trembled suddenly, and almost couldn't help pulling out his hand—it was too much, his face was still white, but Yue Yan felt his face was burning.

Too much, this temperature can almost burn the heart.

"Ah!" The people around him suddenly clasped their hands together and lowered their eyes to the altar to pray.

Although they don't know whether the gods can see such a pious dance, they still lower their eyebrows and pray for happiness and joy in the coming year.

"Is Yue Yan coming to make a wish too?"

Tanjiro smiled and took the hand of the black-haired young man, and thousands of people knelt down and worshiped beside them, but in the eyes of the young man, it seemed that there was only one god left in front of him.

He heard his own voice mixed with the fluttering snow falling softly, like the snow that fell to the ground at an unknown time, like the gentle spring breeze that came up at an unknown time, carrying him some kind of spirit that broke through the ground. Emotions, vigorously sprinkled all over the ground.

"Please stay with me all the time." The black-haired young man said so.

Even if he is old and graying, even if he has returned to his hometown with white bones, please always stay with me and never be separated.

Like some kind of extremely vicious curse, and also like a blessing that almost offered everything, Tsukihiko leaned over slightly, his slightly cold lips mixed with the pure white ice and snow falling from the sky, gently pressed against Tanjirou's brow.

After the snowflakes melted, the snow water quietly slid down the bridge of his nose. Tanjirou Kamado opened his eyes wide, and stared blankly at the black-haired young man in front of him for a while before he seemed to suddenly realize what happened, with a "pop" Cover your forehead.

It was rare for him to feel a little dazed. Facing the young man's dark and deep eyes, he felt nervous for the first time that he didn't even know how to position his hands and feet.

It wasn't that he didn't smell Tsukihiko's scent, or that he didn't understand what the smell represented, Kamado Tanjiro covered his head and turned his eyes away a little.

"Yueyan..." He whispered the black-haired young man's name, but he couldn't utter the simple "yes" no matter what.

No way, no way—Tanjiro stared blankly at Tsukihiko, the hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist at some point.

This thing is impossible.

——Because you have already stepped on that 'line' that must never be crossed.

"...As expected, it's impossible."

The face of the black-haired youth suddenly turned cold.

He stretched out his hand, obviously the movement was so gentle, but suddenly grabbed Kamado Tanjirou's shoulder with undeniable domineering, and pulled him hard into his arms.

"Such a small wish, it really is impossible to attract the attention of the gods—isn't it?" That's why you are not even willing to falsely agree.

"Tanjirou." The young man raised his hand, the veins on his pale hand were bulging, his sharp nails pinched Tanjirou's face fiercely, his eyes that turned red like blood at some point were like a hunting snake finally After finding the prey, he locked the person in his arms tightly.

The cold breath hit his neck, Tanjiro Kamado trembled all over, and fine goose bumps couldn't stop popping out.

He heard the man whispering in his ear, it was the curse of the evil spirit.

"Entangle with me forever and ever."

—until death.

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"What a blessing—" Mengmeng laughed loudly, even though his neck was cut off by the bright flames that almost blinded his eyes, the laughter still continued.

The laughter was crazy, mixed with countless viscous malice, and it unreservedly attacked the red-haired young man standing firmly on the roof with a knife.

"But, so what if you are a god?" Mingming had already had his neck cut off, not only did Manmeng not die, but he laughed even more wildly, as if mocking the innocence of the god in front of him.

"Even if you can get rid of my blood ghost at the moment of activation, you can't stop me anymore."

"After all—" The hideous and ugly piece of flesh appeared from nowhere, and was blocked by the flames and burned to ashes the moment it attacked the young man.

"I've already become one with this train!"

He is just one of the bottom strings, no matter how you think about the top two columns, there is no chance of winning.

Mengmeng has sufficient confidence in his blood ghost technique, but he is not so stupid as to think that he can sit back and relax—if he was really that stupid, he would have been like those ghost moons who were killed a month ago. Died at the hand of that adult.

"Your Ghost Killing Squad seem to take the protection of human beings as their mission, right?"

Mengmeng raised the corners of his lips, and malice poured out from the corners of his mouth like rotten black mud.

If the guy in front of him wants to kill him, then Jiu is doomed to be unable to protect the people in this car.

And to protect everyone in this car—don't be ridiculous, even a god can't do this kind of thing!

"Hahahaha." Disgusting and foul-smelling pieces of meat emerged on the roof of the car, and the red-haired swordsman frowned, cutting off the tentacles of the fleshy pieces that were still relentlessly attacking him, shaking his arms slightly. Hold on, flip into the car again.

Just like what Haomeng said, countless tentacles are staring at the humans in the car who are still unconscious and immersed in their dreams.

The red-haired god couldn't help but "tsk", raised his palm, and surging flames spewed out along the graceful arc of Haori's flying in the air, sweeping across the entire carriage mercilessly, burning all the stinky pieces of meat Exhausted.

Many people's clothes gave off a faint burnt smell under such high temperature—but this was not within the consideration of the gods. The red-haired youth walked quickly and rushed towards the front of the car without hesitation.

"What an embarrassment!" A rather healthy voice sounded in his ear, the red-haired youth glanced slightly, and a head of golden and red hair that looked like flames suddenly came into view.

Yan Zhu, who had escaped from the dream at some point, was holding the knife, the fiery red blade was blazing, and the bright flames were clearly extinguishing on the blade.

Although he said embarrassing words, Purgatory Xingshourou's movements were not slow at all.Not inferior to Vulcan's knife skills, mixed with fierce flames, he mercilessly cleaned up the meat in the entire carriage almost instantly.

Unlike Vulcan's violent practice of setting people's hair on fire regardless of his disregard, Purgatory Kyojuro's actions to protect others can be called gentle.

"Zaomen! You go to protect the remaining cars..." Purgatory Xingshoulang turned his head and shouted at the red-haired young man.

How lucky, with the two of them here, no one in this car should be harmed.

--Um?

Purgatory Xingshourou's movements suddenly stopped.

The red-haired young man didn't seem to understand what he was saying, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on the front of the train like a torch.

"The weak point of the filthy thing is right there." The young man said with a slight wrinkle of his nose, frowning.

He took a step forward, as if he was about to rush forward to cut the ghost in half - but was grabbed by the sleeve of Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang.

"Wait, Zaomen!" Purgatory Xingshoulang pursed his lips tightly, as if they were stretched into a line.

"These humans still need your and my protection!"

They Zhu, although they have been fighting to kill evil spirits so far, but if they put human lives as nothing in order to kill evil spirits, it would be a complete dereliction of duty.

But what he is facing now is not Kamado Tanjiro who is a Japanese pillar.

It is a god who imprints arrogance almost on instinct.

Breaking free from Purgatory Kyojuro's hand, the red-haired young man cast a cold glance, as if warning human beings not to be troublesome anymore.

Bright red flames gathered and gushed in the palm of the hand, and the fiery red knife, which was as brilliant as the flames, seemed to have flame-like lines winding along the back of the knife.

He was originally a god born in flames, and he was born to erupt like flames.

Powerful and dazzling, no matter what kind of creature it is, it is impossible to escape the scorching flames.

As the bright flame slid down, the inaudible cries of evil ghosts seemed to be heard in the air, and the pale and terrifying vertebrae mixed with scorched flesh were clearly exposed in the air.

Heralds the demise of evil spirits.

The author has something to say: I ran around with my classmates for two days, and I was so tired that I was dizzy, and I didn't know what I wrote.

I really can't hold it anymore, if there is any problem, I will change it later or2

The lucky one in the last chapter is Fanfan, the red envelope has been sent, please check it~

Who is the lucky one in this chapter?

感谢在2021-04-0322:35:54~2021-04-0423:15:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Fanfan 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Lonely Blue Cloud; 10 bottles of Ringring; 5 bottles of Chuang Shi Huang and Tang Mo Zidie;

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