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

All thoughts stopped abruptly at this moment, Yi Wozuo pressed his head hard, and his back molars gritted.

His mind is blank now, but it seems that there is something that has been deeply buried long ago, unwilling to give up trying to absorb nutrients and break out of the ground.

His mind was throbbing and throbbing, and an indescribable feeling of anger and nausea spread up.

Yi Wozuo scratched his head, his sharp nails almost gouged out a piece of his scalp, and the veins on his hands faintly popped out.

'It's so noisy! '

He didn't know who was talking in his mind, it was obviously a soft voice, but at this moment he felt extremely irritated.

'...'

What is she talking about?Yiwozuo rubbed his swollen and sore temples, but he couldn't hear what the guy who kept making noise like a ghost was saying.

The lingering sound buzzing in his ear disturbed him, and Yi Wozuo violently punched his ear, trying to disperse the annoying sound.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit the front door, Yi Wozuo suddenly opened his eyes wide, his orange pupils almost shrinking to the size of a needle point.The tearing pain exploded beside the cheek, and it seemed that warm and smelly blood sprayed on the face.

Yiwozuo leaned over, covering his ears with his right hand—or rather, it was the hideous wound that was bleeding on the side of his face.

Kamado Tanjiro really didn't show mercy anymore. If it wasn't for his samurai instincts and years of sensitive nerves, what was chopped off just now would definitely not be his ears, but probably most of his face.

"You bastard!"

He clenched his teeth, the sharp molars were almost crushed by the huge force.

He Yiwozuo, when was he forced into such a state of embarrassment by humans? !

Although being able to see this so-called supreme state is enough to make his blood boil, and it also affects his blood ghost technique to some extent, but how much can these affect?

He is a ghost, a powerful ghost.Human beings will gradually decline due to injuries, physical exertion and other problems, but for him as a ghost, there is no such concern at all.

Yiwozuo spread out his hands, and the patterns like snowflakes under his feet suddenly lit up.

He squinted his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was cruel and bloodthirsty.

"Destroy the final form."

"Qingyin's chaotic afterglow."

The gorgeous and dazzling fist wind exploded like fireworks in an instant. Yi Wozuo stood in the middle of the compass, unable to suppress the cruel and violent nature of the ghost, and couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick along the sharp fangs.

Even if Luo Zhen was slightly affected and couldn't lock on to that disgusting pillar, it was absolutely impossible for him to dodge it in such a large area.

He could already imagine the wonderful scene of the red-haired young man lying on the ground miserably, his whole body in tatters, and the warm and smelly blood all over the place.

Oh, by the way—the tip of the tongue ran over the fangs, causing a slight dull pain, and the smile on Yi Wozuo's lips widened—he wanted to protect the guys behind him, so he might as well kill them too.

Although it is a pity that the other pillar over there is killed like this, but who made them together?

'Please stop! '

It seemed that someone had stopped him from moving forward, and the crying female voice had never been so clear to his ears.

'Don't go any further! '

That guy seemed to be crying fiercely, obviously he couldn't see the appearance of this annoying guy at all, but Yi Wozuo was inexplicably able to imagine her appearance at this moment in his mind.

That should be a pair of cherry pink pupils filled with crystal tears, right?

The snowflake-like pattern in those pupils would also seem to melt under the infiltration of tears, looking at him eagerly.

and many more.

The tearing pain in the brain hit again, and Yi Wozuo scratched his scalp so hard that he could almost pull a piece of hair off.

How would he know what this guy looks like?

The mind went blank again, and the memory of nothing left the aggressive ghost's mind suddenly empty.

It was as if something extremely important had been forcibly ripped out of his soul, leaving only an empty, ugly hole in his soul.

Such a strange panic made Yi Wozuo irritated, but the lingering voice still lingered in his ears, persuading him to stop.

'Stop it, Mr. Komaji. '

The sobbing sounded endlessly in my ears.

'Enough is enough, let's stop. '

"Shut up!"

The Winding Ghost roared loudly.

"I haven't reached that supreme state yet, and I haven't possessed stronger power yet!"

So he must not stop, if he stops, there will be no way to protect her.

'she?who is she?Would she want to see you as you are now? '

That voice seemed to be crying more fiercely, choked up to the point where he could barely speak.

'She won't see it. '

Yiwozuo replied.

'Because she's already—'

"Ah!" The Rat Tail, who was firmly protected behind by the pillar of flames and blocked all the escaping wind, covered his mouth in surprise, and pointed to some kind of crystal clear liquid at the corner of the ghost's eyes in shock.

"That ghost is crying!"

Cried?

Will ghosts who have committed many crimes and killed countless human beings also cry?

There was unnatural moisture from the corner of the eyes, and Yi Wozuo raised his hand to touch the wet corners of the eyes with some doubts, and the expression of disdain on his face suddenly froze.

He... really cried?

Yi Wozuo felt a slight heat in his eye sockets after he realized it. He was obviously not injured, but the tip of his nose was inexplicably sore.

Is this crying?

The third on the string looked in a trance.

The indescribable sorrow was like a tide slowly rising with the sea breeze in the evening, quietly and slowly flowing through his heart, and when he suddenly regained his senses, the tide-like sorrow broke out in an instant.

No, no—the severe pain in his head made Yi Wozuo hold his head tightly, and knelt down on the ground in embarrassment.

He obviously already knew it, the highest level of martial arts.

The saplings buried deep in memory seemed to be watered by sorrow, and at that moment they finally broke through the layers of soil and grew into towering trees.

The tree was covered with wisteria flowers that were fragrant and fragrant, and the flowers that grew in sadness were full of sadness even with their fragrance.

He seemed to see the girl in cherry pink kimono with cherry pink eyes smiling at him with tears in her eyes.

Her hands were full of wisteria flowers in full bloom, and her face was messed up with tears, but she still waved to him with a smile.

'Mr. Komaji, you finally remembered me. '

He heard the girl say this.

Wisteria flower.

Yiyi's thoughts.

He couldn't help but wanted to run towards the girl, but the scorching air that hit his face pulled Yiwozuo back to reality in an instant.

The sharp bright red blade slashed straight at the front door, Kamado Tanjiro struck very sharply, the knife almost split Yiwoza in half.

This is not over yet, after all, it is the Dou Zhigui in the wind, even if he can't react for a moment, it will not let Yiwozuo lose to Rizhu.

The third of the upper strings suddenly leaned back, avoiding the tragic scene of the head being cut in half, but the chest and abdomen were exposed miserably, and the internal organs that were constantly wriggling could be faintly seen under the scorched black wound.

—Even so, he still didn't die.

Because, he is a ghost.

As if expecting that this blow would not really kill the evil spirit in front of him, Kamado Tanjiro exerted force on his feet, and just barely managed to stand still, so he raised his fist without hesitation, and punched him hard with all his strength. Zhang already unconsciously covered his face with sour tears.

As if everything that had been forgotten was completely awakened by this punch, Yi Wozuo covered his swollen face and knelt on the ground, dust mixed with tears, making a ball on his face, and he was in a mess.

"Sorry……"

The evil spirit knelt on the ground, and the sad breath that seemed to be able to overwhelm people suddenly penetrated into Kamado Tanjiro's nostrils.

The red-haired young man suddenly stopped what he was doing, and the bright flames almost brushed against the evil spirit's back.Even if the scorching air just passed by, it would scorch Yiwozuo's back black.

However, the wounded ghost seemed to be unaware of the pain on his body, and his dull and suppressed cries were like dull drums, hitting the hearts of several people present hard one after another.

"Sorry……"

The murmur of the evil spirit was mixed with the intermittent cries, even the purgatory Xingjurou who was still far away couldn't help frowning with such a sad expression.

Who is he apologizing to?

What is it that makes this powerful ghost reveal such a sad and fragile side?

"..." The tumbling flames around his body gradually dissipated, Kamado Tanjirou looked at the grief-stricken Iwoza silently, and finally turned his head away unbearably. "Komaji."

Yiwozuo was slightly taken aback, how many years had he not heard this name from others?

The evil spirit raised his head and looked at the red-haired youth in front of him through his tear-filled eyes.

The chest was still throbbing with grief that could almost crush people, Yi Wozuo looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to have not changed for a hundred years, and sorrow poured out one after another.

"Mr. Tanjiro..." He couldn't help shouting, and he didn't know who he was asking, "Why can't I protect Master Keizou and Lianyu, even though I have understood your so-called answer?"

He has great strength, but he can't even maintain the most dull and boring life he wants.

Yiwozuo stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hold the lover who could not see again through hundreds of years, or across the distance of death across thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Kaomen, be careful!" Purgatory Kyojuro, who mistakenly thought that Yiwoza was going to attack, stepped in front of Kamado Tanjiro, staring at the sad-faced evil spirit with a wary look.

The remaining three teenagers also hurried forward, holding their swords gleaming coldly in front of them, ready to prevent the evil spirits from violently attacking again.

Contrary to their vigilance, Kamado Tanjiro just let out a deep breath, silently retracted the fiery red sword in his hand.

He stared at the suspicious eyes of the others, and slowly walked up to Yiwozuo and stood still, not at all afraid that the other party would attack again.

"Komaji." Tanjiro said in a deep voice, his usually warm and clear voice was unknowingly stained with a touch of sadness at this moment.

"Can you tell me what happened after I left?"

The author has something to say: Although to a certain extent, the third brother is so miserable, there is also a part of the reason for being so miserable, but I think the most fundamental thing is because of those human beings who poisoned, so this time the third brother directly took the dirtiest thing in the human heart. One side was peeled off and placed in front of Tanjirou.

In fact, I thought about turning Lianxue into a magic weapon, and then reunited with my third brother a hundred years later-but it really didn't work. The third brother killed many people and must be punished.

So, very helpless, this is going to pass, maybe in the future there will be a side story about the third brother and Lianxue being together after reincarnation.

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