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

For Ji Guo Yan Sheng, his younger brother Ji Guo Yuan Yi is the dazzling sun.

It is the unapproachable, incomparably dazzling sun.Any other light in this world is just a firefly compared to the sun, there is no difference.

Including the existence of Ji Guo Yan Sheng.

Moon—the moon that exists by relying on the afterglow of the sun.Ji Guo Yan Sheng hated this identity very much, he couldn't let himself become a light source, and would always just reflect the other side of the mirror.

It seems to be fate.

Even though many years have passed, he still remembers the insignificant childhood and the legend about the evil twins told by his father.

His younger brother, who has been different since birth, and his "marks" like fire - this is not an ominous word from his father, but a symbol of God's favor.

Only him, only he is different.

Even after leaving the successor country, Yuanyi is the only thing that is different.

The light on his body will not be lost to everyone, nor will it be lost to the world.

That fiery, even glaring light did not disappear with Yuanyi's departure from home, but accumulated over the years.

Every time he fought as a samurai and led his retainers to attack, Ji Guoyan Sheng couldn't help but think about what would happen if it was Yuan Yi.

And every time the conclusion remains the same—Yuanyi can do better.

That man who is like a god must be able to do what he can't do, and think of what he can't think of.

In this way, in the never-ending battle during the Warring States Period, Ji Guo Yan Sheng kept imagining the appearance of Ji Guo Yuan Yi in the replays again and again.

Even his father's death in battle didn't bring any waves to his heart.

His father doesn't love him, what his father cares about is absolute strength.

Therefore, the person my father really loves should be Yuanyi.Just like what his father said every time after Yuanyi left, the one who should quit is him Jiguo Yansheng.

He should be jealous of Yuanyi and also resent Yuanyi.

Why are there such human beings in this world?

However, even when he was looking at his child, he was thinking about what kind of existence Yuanyi would have if he had a child.

At least they will be stronger than their own children.

At this time, Ji Guoyan Sheng clearly realized that he didn't love his father, his wife, or even his children. From the beginning to the end, Ji Guoyuan was the only one in his eyes. people.

Even though he once had, deep in his heart, sincerely hoped for Yuanyi's death.

——Please die quickly, people like you should not be born in this world, your existence will only subvert the common sense of this world.

However, he longed for Yuanyi to exist like this.

Where would the moon be without the sun?

Therefore, when in the dark night, Ji Guo Yuanyi's figure descended like a god of fire, instantly killing the "ghost" who drove him into a desperate situation, Ji Guo Yan Sheng's determination was not confused or hesitant.

Sure enough, the appearance of Yuanyi seemed to confirm his speculation for so many years. After leaving the successor country, Yuanyi just walked towards a bigger and broader world.

He didn't leave meaninglessly, but to go to a greater place.

The layout is different.

How could a mere family be able to restrain the Son of God.

If you want to follow in Yuanyi's footsteps, you have to walk the same path as him.

Like Yuanyi, follow the path that Yuanyi walked, cut off the connection with the family, the battle between the clan and humans is too superficial and boring, what he wants is more shocking power.

Ghost Killing Squad - this place where Yuanyi can stay, will also be his destination.

At least at that time, Ji Guoyan Sheng really thought so - unlike the rest of the Ghost Killing Squad, although he had been attacked by ghosts, even though ghosts had killed countless of his subordinates.

But he has no feelings for ghosts, not to mention resentment.This is also a matter of course, as the leader of the samurai family, the number of human beings who died in his hands has long been countless.

The number of murders most ghosts have killed is far from being comparable to him.

Life should be like this, the weak prey on the strong.

This is the education he has received since he was a child, this is the idea of ​​following the country, and this is the path that all warriors must go through.

The status of the family is originally piled up by flesh and blood, nothing more than the strong will live and the weak will die.

So for Ji Guoyan Sheng, watching the story of the Ghost Slayer Squad is like looking at other people's stories from the perspective of a bystander, but unable to empathize.

He stayed in the ghost killing team and became the pillar of the ghost killing team, not because of superficial revenge and hostility-even if there were no ghosts, death and killing would still exist.

He is for something greater.

He wants to seek the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and then die at the pinnacle.

But the pinnacle—Yuichi is a pinnacle that cannot be climbed.

Even if the "zebra pattern" is turned on, he can't catch up with Yuanyi's back, even if he sees the same transparent world as Yuanyi, he can't match it.

Why do gods exist in this world? !

Jealousy was engulfing Ji Guo Yan Sheng's heart, to the point where just seeing Yuan Yi made him feel a kind of physical discomfort—or maybe it wasn't discomfort, but a special causal reaction.

It just couldn't end it, it just made him go crazy.

He is so jealous, Yuanyi is so frank; he is so resentful, Yuanyi is so upright.

In the final analysis, what Ji Guoyan Sheng couldn't understand the most was himself.

"Dapple" crazily squeezed his life force and shortened his lifespan crazily.He used it too frequently, his body temperature barely cooled down, and even his heart beat doubled in his sleep.

This is unacceptable to the physiology of normal people.

He won't even live to be 25.

However, Ji Guoyan Sheng was not reconciled.

It's not that he's afraid of death, but he's afraid that death is coming, but he didn't even catch up with the back when he left the successor country.

How can you give up to become stronger, how can you give up chasing, how can you fall before reaching the edge of the sun.

He should be melted under the blazing sun, and die while embracing the sun, not chasing it.

Let go of those useless things.

Everything that would hinder him from pursuing the path of the Son of God should be discarded.

Ji Guoyan Sheng also did it.

After he abandoned his family and identity, he also abandoned his race and friends, not even his original name, and even his original sword.

He abandoned himself.

On his body, the only traces of time can be found, only a twisted obsession, and the complex emotions of resentment and jealousy that grow day by day.

For a long time afterwards, those emotions that had been suppressed could never be taken back.

He abandoned the sword and made himself the sword itself.

But it seems that it cannot completely become a sword.

It was as if improving swordsmanship was the only goal in the endless wasting of time.What's even more ironic is that, as an oni -- one of Kamizuru's oni, second only to Oni Wu Tsuji Muyou's existence, he is so eager for the highest state of breathing.

Looking back now, it seems that the hasty decades did not leave any impression on him, and the beginning of being a black dead Mou that he could remember was actually that night.

The young him looked at the old Yuanyi.

Like the last time we met, Enichi was still wearing the coarse red haori, with a Japanese sword hanging from his waist, and fiery "spots" stretched from under the snow-white hair and bloomed fiercely on his forehead.

The most inescapable thing is those eyes.

Those pair of pupils may have been weather-beaten, but they are still as pure as newborns, as if they can be seen at a glance.

In those eyes, he couldn't see any other emotions—it was like a mirror, reflecting his appearance, his jealousy, unwillingness, and ugliness.

These are eyes that would make one feel ashamed.

Yuanyi did not die.

He did not die prematurely before the age of 25 due to the consumption of "stripes" like ordinary people.

——As expected of you, Ji Guo Yuan Yi, easily accomplished what others could not——No, how could the surname Ji Guo be worthy of you.

One fate, one fate.

The Son of God will not be bound by anything, nor will any common sense be able to restrain him.

When he discovered this, he actually felt a kind of heartfelt joy in a place that he couldn't even detect.

Yes, that's how it should be.

That's right.

Enichi cannot be defeated by anything.

——You who have violated the common sense of the world, how can you die so easily.

Heishimu touched the saber at his waist—weeping, it was the saber he made with his own flesh and blood, and it was himself.

Looking up, he saw Yuanyi's eye sockets filled with mist, and there were tears in those eye sockets that seemed to never fluctuate.

No, it's not without emotion, it's full of pity, sadness, and many things that Hei Mou can't see through.

Those were the tears shed for him.

Hei Si Mou's ears received Yuan Yi's voice——

—Brother.

Yuanyi's voice of "brother" was extremely hoarse. The younger brother who had never shown the slightest emotion in front of him, just like his eyes full of tears, seemed to express the emotion known as "sadness" for the first time in his life. .

As for Hei Si Mou, he was perplexed by his unexpected shaking.

Shake, why shake?

Poor... Yuan Yi is here, are you sorry for yourself?

His heart was filled with unspeakable emotions, and he drew out his knife——together with Yuanyi, like every time they practiced back then, they stood still.

Yuan Yi, who is dying in front of him, is a pinnacle that he cannot cross.

He wants to cross over, wants to be here, cross over!

In just a split second when the blades were handed over, blood gushed out from Hei Si Mou's neck as a ghost.

Winning or losing is only in an instant.

He even had a feeling that his whole life was at this very moment.

Even at the present stage, with his concentration on swordsmanship, he still can't withstand the blow of Yuan Yi's dying years.

He deeply felt that as long as he slashed again, he would die.

But Yuanyi seemed to be holding a sigh of relief, after denying everything about him in front of him, he died.

Yuanyi, how could - die?

How could he die!

At this moment, Heishimu's heart was filled with anger, and he swung his sword at the standing corpse of Yuanyi who was still holding the handle of the knife.

He played the first trick he learned in the practice of breathing.

The dead body was cut off at the sound, and in the cut-off clothes was a small bag that looked like it was sewn out of a coat, and there was only one thing in it.

A flute that has been cut in two, rough, and seems to be unable to make any sound.

——I will cherish this flute as my elder brother.

Ah, it seems that someone said such a sentence.

Hei Simou felt as if gravel was grinding his eyes, repeatedly grinding them.

Facing the fallen bones, Hei Si Mou let the flames burn them up.

Clean it up, don't leave anything behind.

——You are an existence that should not have been born in this world.

The sun in the distance seemed to be dawning, and Hei Si Mou knew that he had to leave.

He is leaving.

The flame burning Yuanyi in front of his eyes was as hot as the sun.

It is the temperature that ghosts fear most.

But by a strange coincidence, Heishai Mou leaned over, put his hand into the flames, and took out the broken flute.

There is no particular reason, it is just taken back like this.

He sent it out with his own hands, and took it back with his own hands.

From now on, he will never think of that person again, and he will never think of everything when he was a human being.

He is Hei Si Mou, separated from Ji Guo Yan Sheng.

Regardless of hundreds or thousands of years in the future, he will always touch the [Sun] one day.

The ghost killing team that lost Yuanyi really fell silent just as he imagined.

Until an unknown age, Zhuu from the Ghost Slayer Squad once again stood in front of him.

It wasn't that he met him, but the vampire technique that went through the infinite city and stood in front of him.

There are even his descendants in it.

The connected blood reminded him of some long-forgotten past.

Although he does not have the name of Jiguo, this descendant, who bears blood similar to Yuanyi, also has talents that ordinary people cannot possess.

Although Yu Yuanyi is just a firefly, if he can become a ghost, he might also have the qualification to look at the [sun].

But if you can't become a ghost, you can only die here.

The tenacious pillar seems to have the same effect as the people he had in the past, who could barely be called companions.

No matter how hard it hits, I struggle to stand up again.

The mixed breath cut across his neck.

Useless, useless, he has not broken through to the highest level, has not crossed that peak.

He cannot die.

Even if he was beheaded, he couldn't die—he couldn't die.

A strong desire, and blood close enough to Ghost Mai Tsuji, brought Hei Si Mou back to life.

Even with the treatment of the blue Bana flower, how long can this state last?

Hei Si Mou's whole body exploded with great strength, and the blade was forged with blood and bones.

At this moment, Naruto's vampire technique brought another swordsman to her side.

Heishimu raised his head, only to see the scorching red eyes.

This is...Yuanyi?

The same ochre-colored blade, the same flame-like forehead lines, the same scorching sun-like swordsmanship, and the pair of flower buds once worn on Yuanyi's earlobe.

Reincarnation?

For a moment, Hei Si Mou seemed to see standing behind the young swordsman, a young swordsman with sad eyes.

His younger brother, Yuan Yi.

A long sword grew out of Heisei Mou's palm, facing He Dao.

The other pillars and swordsmen don't matter anymore, only this person in front of him, only this kind of swordsmanship in front of him!

His blood ghost technique tore open his clothes, and then he swung his sword from multiple angles at the same time, pushing away the other swordsmen in an instant.

Come on, come on—Yuanyi!

All the extra knife points on Heishimu's body broke off and fell to the ground, and he held the only weapon on his body.

There is no move at all, this is the last blow after he has practiced swordsmanship for many years, just like the knife that cut off Yuanyi's body many years ago——

Just this blow, only this blow.

Flames burned along the edge of the blade, as if it was the fire he set himself that year.

The neck, shoulders, arms, waist, legs and feet are all places that can be given up.

Only this knife.

The sparks of the fierce collision ignited the air.

His distorted vision was fixed not on the blade, but on the eyes of the swordsman.

Those eyes of the same color as Yuanyi's were not as indifferent as Yuanyi's, but were full of intense emotions.

However, it is still pure.

Pure is like the reincarnation of that person.

Behind those eyes is a mirror that reflects him.

As if Yuanyi just looked at him like this, distorted, perverted, and finally became what he is now.

At that moment, Ji Guoyan Sheng's hand loosened all of a sudden, as if he couldn't hold the blade.

Even after countless years, this incomparable breath of the sun can never be defeated, absolutely not!

The boy holding the knife did not swing the first knife, but the second knife.

As early as hundreds of years ago, the second knife should have been swung.

——My hot and god-like younger brother, please melt me ​​under the [sunshine].

—Let me focus and stay under the sun's rays.