Goujuan is also helping her boyfriend pick up his arm today

Goujuanji found Baiguiwan under the bridge.

The Hyakkiwan that he has been holding in his hand all the time.

That Hyakkimaru was already becoming more and more like a person.

——! ! ! !

Goujuanji looked at the black-haired boy who was kneeling by the river, rubbing his arms over and over again with no expression on his face. The blood flowed into the river along the scratched wounds on his arms, and was washed away by the waves.

Obviously it was originally a part of itself, but Hyakkimaru seemed to be stained with some kind of dirt at this moment, constantly washing his arms with river water, as if he wanted to clean the blood in his arms together.

Dog Juanji's breathing was stagnant, his heart was tense, and he was so stimulated by the scene in front of him that he felt dizzy for a moment.

When Hyakkimaru was about to soak his wounded arms into the river again, the dog curly finally moved. His eyes were red, and he hit the side of Hyakkimaru like a shell, and his knee fell heavily on the ground. There was also a dull sound on the muddy ground.

Hyakkimaru's movements froze, and the familiar breath made him recognize the identity of the person around him in seconds. He subconsciously turned his head to check the dog's knee, but he was hugged tightly with both arms.

The blood and wet water stains on both arms wet the clothes of the two of them, making them even more embarrassed.

"Hyakkimaru." Goujuji sticks his face to the side of Hyakkiwan's neck, constantly rubbing his lips and cheeks, the skin on the neck and shoulders is warm, and the sound of arterial beating hits his ears, making Goujuji almost The stagnant heartbeat also beat together: "Hyakkimaru, I am here."

Hyakkimaru lowered his head obediently, and slowly put the weight of his body on Gou Juji, staring at the gurgling water with his dull eyes, and suddenly said: "I, killed my father."

Goujuanji tightened his grip on Hyakkimaru's hand.

"He is not your father." Gou Juanji paused, "He is not qualified to be your father."

Hyakkimaru lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Goujuji's eyes slowly fell on Hyakkimaru's arms, and he also speculated about what happened: "Your arm is his, on his body?"

Hyakkimaru nodded, then shook his head: "It's the demon god, it's on him."

Gou Juanji's mouth felt bitter, his Hyakki Wan, such a good Hyakki Wan, why did God give him so many tests.

Give his parents, give him life.

Let the father take it all away.

Putting Hyakkimaru under the mouths of the devils and returning his hands that can be hugged, but let him end his father's life with both hands.

He is such a good Hyakkiwan, why must he endure these inhuman tortures.

However, Goujuanji couldn't stop Hyakkimaru's footsteps.

Hyakkimaru only felt bitter in his mouth, he leaned on the dog curly thorn, and couldn't tell what mood he was in.

Hyakkimaru beheaded the demon god, regained his own body with a little opinion, and gradually changed from a high and omnipotent "son of heaven" to a human being. He would curl up because of pain, and stop because of pain.

When a crippled person learns how to love, he is no longer invincible.

He wanted to learn to love "Dog Curly Thorn", but before loving, he first experienced the bewilderment of killing blood relatives.

"He's not worth it." Gou Juanji hugged Hyakkimaru tightly, cupping his face, "Look at me, Hyakkimaru."

There were tears in Goujuji's eyes, but it was a pity that Hyakkimaru couldn't see it. Goujiji's body was covered with bloody red, but the inside wrapped in red was still the off-white color he was familiar with and reassuring.

You have to be a healthy person, Hyakkimaru.

Goujuji put his forehead against Baiguimaru's forehead, breath blended, and body temperature passed to each other.

You have to be a healthy person, strong, kind, and loved.

"I'm always by your side."

The dog's embrace imprisoned Hyakkimaru's arms, and their foreheads touched each other, leaving no chance for Hyakkimaru to refuse.

The decapitated Avalokitesvara lay quietly on the ground. The dust from the ruined temple and the rubbish that had not yet been cleaned up were piled up under the statue of Avalokitesvara. A blood-stained hand picked up the dilapidated Avalokitesvara and held it in front of him for a look. I wanted to throw it, but was stopped by the people around me.

"Don't throw it away, keep it." The man's armor was also splattered with blood, not much, and it was very obvious on the khaki armor, making the man's originally honest face look like a ghost The shadow is terrifying: "Let's take this and go back to the business."

After he finished speaking, he looked down at the blood on the ground, squatted down, and threw the severed head of Guanyin into the pool of blood. After the black and red blood covered the statue of Guanyin, the man smiled with satisfaction: "Go back, don't let your lord We are in a hurry."

After all, get up and leave.

"Wait!" The man who was about to throw down the Guanyin statue was anxious. He first glanced at the dignified and beautiful woman even though she was lying in a pool of blood. The knife's hand felt hot for a while: "Then, what about Mrs. Mrs. Mrs.?"

The man who had already walked to the door looked at the Guanyin statue in his hand, and cast a sidelong glance at the man: "Just throw this away, there are so many shits!"

"But..." The man gritted his teeth, quickly glanced at the lifeless woman, squeezed his sleeves, and turned his head away forcefully: "Yes!"

Sorry, Mrs. Seam.

He couldn't bear it, but followed the man firmly out of the ruined temple.

For this country, for the future of Daigo.

To be able to kill that devil.

Madam Seam, rest in peace.

As long as we get rid of that demon son, your sacrifice is meaningful.

With trembling hands, he closed the door for the fallen lady in the ruined temple.

The footsteps of the soldiers going away gradually became inaudible, and a little guy rolled out tremblingly from under the stone chair in the corner of the yard. His whole body shivered and he was held in the hands of a little old man. His face was full of tears, and he struggled to rush into the ruined temple, but was caught The little old man tugged on his collar tightly: "It's not something children should see inside."

The little old man is not tall, bald, blind, with a battered cane. Dororo met him by the river when he was out shopping.

For some reason, the blind old man stopped her suddenly, and looked at Dororo up and down with his blind eyes. Just when Dororo thought he had encountered some legendary human trafficker, the blind old man suddenly said that she There is blood on his body, and people around him may be born recently.

The blind old man thought that the child would not believe it, but he didn't expect that after he finished speaking, the child's soul was instantly confused, and he turned around and ran away.

The blind old man was stunned for a moment, and realized that the child might also know that he was not safe around him, so he hurriedly followed, but he was still late.

By the time they hurried back to the small ruined temple, the smell of blood had already spread to the yard.

The people inside are dead.

In the world in the eyes of the blind old man, the white soul crouching silently on the ground gradually dimmed into a lifeless light green, and a mass of red light representing bloody karma gradually spread and attached to the soldiers.

However, what surprised the old man the most was that the biggest mass of karma did not attach to the person who killed her.

——Instead, it gradually seeped into the ground under its feet.

The blind old man has never seen that what kind of life's crimes need to be borne by the country!

The blind old man just came to Daigo country. He was attracted by rumors of the prosperity of this country. At this moment, when he put his eyes on the land under his feet, he was shocked to find that under the dark green land that should have been the strongest and most peaceful, he was actually lying on his stomach. A scarlet demon god!

The demon god has a huge body, and the scarlet color that is so thick that it is about to condense into water droplets is constantly beating. On its back is this country!

not only that!

The blind old man held his breath, he saw a baby in this group of demon gods.

No, not babies!

It's just a monster with a spine and eyeballs!

The demon god carrying this country on his back is greedily absorbing energy from the bone marrow of this spine-shaped baby!

"Mrs. Seam!!!!" Dororo cried out terribly!

The blind old man just woke up with a quick wit!Looking down, I can only see the dark green land, as if everything just now was an illusion!

The little ghost in his hand just now broke free from him while he was attracted by the spectacle of the release, and rushed into the ruined temple. At this moment, he was lying on the humanoid inanimate body and crying loudly.

The blind old man looked at the ground unwillingly, and sighed helplessly after realizing that he really couldn't see clearly.

"Fate, karma." The blind old man shook his head and sighed, suddenly recalling the little baby with the aura of a demon god he saw by the river more than ten years ago.

I don't know if the baby who was haunted by the demon god survived or not.

But the blind old man kept linking the baby in the ground with the baby that was thrown into the boat and floated away.

"Destiny."

"... Destiny?" Duobaowan, who was kneeling in the Demon God's Temple, was hugged by the real person, staring blankly at the human head he put on the altar, muttering to himself: " Is it destiny to develop like this?"

"Yes." There was a strange smile on the corner of Zhenren's mouth, and he kept stroking the top of Duobaowan's head, his voice was so gentle that it was almost bewitching: "This is the destiny."

"God chose Hyakkimaru, so everyone who is on the opposite side of Hyakkiwan will die."

The real person lowered his eyelashes, and the dim light of the candle hit his side face, forming a gentle silhouette on the soft curves: "Master Daigo."

Duobaowan's fingers trembled.

"Daigo country."

Eye rolls.

"You and I."

Feeling the chaotic breathing of the young man in his arms, the real person opened his thin lips lightly: "...including Mrs. Seam."

"Master Duobaowan!!!" The door of the Demon Temple was pushed open in a panic!A soldier covered in blood rushed in and knelt on the ground. When the eyes of the two people in the door slowly fell on him, the soldier trembled all over, and raised the things in his hands in panic, "Mrs. Seam... ... Mrs. Seam, she...!!!"

The real person was pushed away by the in vainly increased strength in his arms, staggered a bit, but instead of being angry, he smiled deeply.

"Master!" Duobaowan grabbed the soldier's collar with scarlet eyes, and lifted him up: "Say it!! Mother—what's wrong with Mother!!!!"

The soldier was so breathless from being lifted by Duobaowan, his face was flushed, he could only hand the things in his hand to Duobaowan with trembling hands: "Madam...unfortunately...died..."

Duobaowan's blunt gaze shifted to the object bit by bit, with blood everywhere.

It was a broken head Guanyin.

Duobaowan threw down the soldiers who were about to suffocate, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the moment his fingertips touched Guanyin, there was a click, and a vertical line emerged from the neck of the statue of Guanyin.

The Avalokitesvara statue split open.

Duobaowan held the Guanyin statue, knelt on the ground, and neighed.

"...Hyakkimaru——!!!!!!"

In the darkness, Zhenren couldn't control the presumptuous smile on his face, and suddenly met the terrified eyes of the soldiers lying limp on the ground.

"Shh."

The real man raised his finger to his lips.

The good show has begun.

The author has something to say: Soon!I'm going straight to the battlefield!