As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

The third part of the first string is in the infinite city——under the eyes of Oni Wu Tsuji, he rolls up the most important cyan flower of the ghost king and runs away, openly betraying the ghost king.

Guiwu Tsuji was furious.

He never dreamed that someone among Shangxian would dare to betray him, and this betrayer was Yi Wozuo, a rare and honest person among Shangxian.

The power of the cyan Bianhua cut off his absolute control over the ghost, and Yiwozuo just disappeared from his perception.

And the two non-human beings who were "missed" by the ghost king had already embarked on the road to the headquarters of the ghost killing team, leaving him no trace of clues.

Komaji's memory is becoming increasingly loose. Originally, for ghosts, sleep is a very small requirement.So apart from the rush at night, he has a lot of time to think and remember during the day.

Little by little, he was able to remember his original appearance.Memories are like reflections in water, allowing him to see himself practicing in the dojo in the illusion.

Suliu—these two words are written on the back of the flying white Taoist uniform.

This should be the two words left in the sun openly and honestly, and should not be stained by blood.

Is he still qualified to wear that suit, Komaji didn't dare to think anymore.

Qing's health was not very good, and he even vomited blood on the way back.But in order to be able to cut off the pursuit of Oni Wu Tsuji, he had to stay awake for a long time, and replenish his body with blue power at any time.

Komaji can clearly feel the transformation of his body by this power, which is completely different from when other ghosts came into contact with the power of the blue Higan flower in Infinite City.

This force didn't hurt him, it didn't feel any confrontation with his body or fighting spirit, it was warm, even gentle.

Trust—he could feel that Qing was trusting him.

Qing is guiding him with all her heart, letting him recall the past that he doesn't want to abandon, earnestly helping him establish a connection with the world, earnestly standing in front of him, and wanting to protect him.

How long has it been? How long has it been since I haven't experienced this feeling of being protected by others.

Komaji is innumerable.For a while, he felt that Qing's body was weak, maybe due to lack of nutrition, and he also mentioned using his own flesh and blood, but Qing sternly refused.

Moreover, he still refused with a rather bad face.

Komaji didn't understand, he looked at his palm.He always felt that Qing was worrying about something, looking at something through him—but Qing was never willing to say it outright.

It's hard to say... hidden?

It doesn't matter - Komaji can feel that there are some deliberately vague things in Ao's words, and even some things that are not completely true, but these are not important anymore.

Green is so sincere.

For him, Qing is the one who pulled him out of the quagmire, this kind of person who has witnessed his most embarrassing posture, knows his most embarrassing past, but can still be so sincere...

Must be his friend.

The Demon Slayer Squad would really let him, the former ghost of the string, sit in front of the leader of the Ghost Slaughter Squad, which Komaji himself did not expect.

The courage is different.

Just the first time he saw Yoya Ubuyashiki, Komaji knew that Onimai Tsuji had already lost.

Even if one is the powerful king of ghosts and the other is a weak and cursed ordinary human being, Komaji clearly knows that the one that looks stronger loses.

The looser the memory, the more things he could recall and the more he knew, the more he discovered that the word [powerful] was not determined by physical strength.

In other words, it's not just determined by the strength of the body.

For example, I am to Lianxue and to Qing, such as Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou to Yuya Shiki.The latter obviously has a stronger place, and this kind of strength cannot be compensated by strength.

A kind of "powerful" that is hard to come by.

When Yuya Miyayashiki sat in front of him calmly, and when he approached him to get the cushion, he was calm and composed, even able to stop the pillars who wanted to do it.

This kind of heart, this kind of will, is something Gui Wu Tsuji can't catch up with.

After separating his personality from the spirit of the ghost, he was more and more able to find the deepest and indelible intense emotion in the ghost king's heart from the blood cells of the ghost king—fear.

The kind of fear that flashed across his body when he looked back at the pair of swaying flower letters after being pierced by Kamado Tanjiro's round knife.

That wasn't his fear, but an indelible fear that belonged deep in the Ghost King's cells.

Over the centuries, Komaji has killed many people.Every Shangxian came like this, the fight with the ghost killing team, killing the pillars of the ghost killing team-even until now, the number of killing pillars is a measure of the strength of Shangxian ghosts besides the bloody battle.

However, among so many pillars of death, there are very few ghost king's own handwriting.

Even though he is extremely powerful, Oni Wu Tsuji still avoids that fear in his heart - he can't even face up to his own heart, as if he can only live in the shadow forever.

This is not the strength Komaji is after.

Strong people look for those who are stronger, and weak people look for those who are weaker than themselves.

Komaji looked at these bright faces, and recalled those pillars who had fought with him, and in the end would rather die than become a ghost.

It turned out that I... lost.

Just when he was a little lost, Qing's voice pulled him back to his senses.

"Komaji-san, please."

Aoto had already said so, and Komaji did not hide it.He doesn't really pay much attention to other ghosts, but after all, he has worked together for a hundred years, and it would be a lie if he said he didn't understand them.

Among them, the one who knows the most details should be Hei Si Mou.

He fought a bloody battle with Hei Si Mou once. Generally speaking, the bloody battle of ghosts would end with the winner eating the loser, but Hei Si Mou let him go because he was looking forward to his growth.

He also knows a lot about Tong Mo. Although there is no formal bloody battle with Tong Mo, he has fought against Tong Mo a lot. There is only one reason for not fighting a bloody battle with Tong Mo. Felt nauseous to eat.

That kind of superficial emotion and empty and indifferent eyes made Komaji feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

He even has some idea of ​​Onimai Tsuji's ability, which is quite precious information for the Demon Slayer Squad.

Arranged on the right side of the courtyard, Komaji looked through the window and slowly closed his eyes looking at the sunlight that was enough to kill him.

After a long absence, he had a dream.

In the dream, there were his sick father, his bright master, the careful doctor at the foot of the mountain, the uncle who sold apple candy at the festival, and a litter of kittens who were raised next to the Suryu Dojo.

But there is no love snow.

Again and again, there was only a blurry figure and a beautiful hairpin. Even when she looked back in his memory, Komaji couldn't see Lianxue's eyes clearly. There was only a vague..."She was watching" a feeling of.

Recovered memory is like having a hole that cannot be filled.

He can't even recall that gentle voice until now, as if it flashed by at a certain moment, and finally overlapped with Qing.

But they were not alone, Komaji knew very well.

It's despicable to look for another person's shadow in an important friend like this, and it's unfair and disrespectful to either party.

He won't make that mistake.

Important friends and people he likes—friendship and love, these are two different feelings, which he can clearly distinguish.

It's just that sometimes, there will be a little doubt, so that he can't help but ask.

Why, why he couldn't remember all the details of Lianxue no matter what.

He who has sin, can't see that person again?

"She doesn't want to see me again, does she?"

Such a man who has violated his own test and is empty-handed and useless.

Why should Lianxue be willing to see her again.

He murmured almost unconsciously, but Ao paused for a moment, with a somewhat stunned look as if he was thinking about why Komaji would say such a thing.

Immediately afterwards, Qing's expression was firmer than ever before—even, it surpassed the firmness when he declared against the ghost king.

"Everyone may give up on you, and I may—"

Is it possible, Komaji discerned the aura emanating from Ao's body, that kind of soft and endless taste.If Qinghui had given up on him, she wouldn't have pulled him out of the mud.

"But Miss Lianxue won't, definitely not!"

Komaji lowered his head.

Qing's words and firm tone tore away his protective color.

Komaji always knew that Lianxue had a stronger heart than him.

It's not so much that Lianxue didn't want to see him, but rather that he didn't have the courage to face Lianxue, and he didn't have the face to see that beloved but missed girl again.

It's just that the first step towards the sun has been taken.Perhaps, one day in the future...he can make up his mind.

——Although I thought so, this reunion came even more unexpectedly than expected.

There was a moment when Komaji almost wanted to cry. When he couldn't make up his mind, when his mood fluctuated, just like every time in the past, it was the most important person who helped him point the way.

Because of forcibly devouring Tongmo, Ao fell into a coma, his breathing was so weak that even Komaji's level of perception could not feel it, which made him fall into a deep panic.

Is it like this again, right in front of him again, right within his reach?

Could he not protect important people?

Will being involved with him become like this?

Komaji hugged Ao's body.Qing curled up together, his hands and feet were trembling, his terribly white face and closed eyes instantly made him seem to have returned to that darkest afternoon.

The person lying on the straw mat waiting to be buried in the soil, and his feeling of dizziness and black eyes under the sun.

Don't, don't make the same mistakes again.

The lacrimal glands that hadn't been there for 300 years as a ghost began to swell, and raindrops fell on Qing's face.

Suddenly, Qing opened his eyes.

It's still those blue eyes without any haze, but... there's something more this time.

As if to echo his identity, a beautiful little flower bloomed in the center of his eyes.

Qing grabbed his hand, making a harsh voice as if it had been ground by gravel, "Sunlun Saber, I need the power of the sun, light—"

If it is too late to wait for the sun to rise, then replace the power of the sun with the blazing heat of the Sun Wheel Knife.

Komaji couldn't speak, his lips were trembling.

This is Ao's face, Ao's body, Ao's voice, no extra words, no more words - but Komaji is so sure.

This time, it was Lianxue.

She came towards him.

again.