[Comprehensive] Why am I not dead yet?

The night wind is blowing, and the moonlight is as cool as water.

Yiqi took the lead to take a step back, and the evil spirit beside him returned to silence, as if the previous tense argument had never happened, he let go of the fingers stuck to her wrist, and retracted his hands to hang on his chest again , staring into Lian Su's eyes with a half-smile, then gave her a salute with a smile.

"It's my subordinate who offended you." The Taidao said in a submissive and well-behaved tone, "It's getting late, I'll take you back to rest."

Lian Su originally wanted to talk to him about those short knives of Toshiro, but the words circled around his mouth, and finally swallowed them back. "I'll just go back by myself."

After she finished speaking, the two knives were still standing there straight, motionless.So Lian Su repeated that sentence, deliberately accentuating the pronunciation: "I said I'll go back by myself."

"Don't be joking, Lord." Yaki Hasebe took the lead to show disapproval: "This is not a spiritual mountain. The monsters and elves around you have been domesticated by you. It is better to be careful here. Traveling on weekdays, At least make sure that one of me and him stays by your side."

"--Eh."

Lian Su lengthened the ending sound slowly. "At this time, the two of you are standing on the united front."

"Specific situation, specific judgment." Yiqi smiled and raised his arms as a gesture of invitation, and successfully blocked Hasebe from her sight: "I'll take you back to your room."

Lian Su didn't care about it with him, and went back to her yard in a good-tempered manner, with two knives guarding the gate of the yard, looking down at the witch out of his sight.

The smile on the corner of Lian Su's mouth gradually disappeared as the two Fusangshen's figures left. For a moment, her cold and indifferent expression was more like the incarnation of a sword than the two Fusangshen outside. The demeanor and demeanor like a cold blade should not appear on a legendary noble and holy maiden.

The witch maintained this expression for about a few breaths, then she turned around and stared blankly at the quite familiar unexpected guest in the room.

"It's a pity that a rare beauty like you always keeps a straight face."

The handsome blond monster leaned halfway beside the small table, with a lazy and frivolous tone, holding a slender gilt tobacco rod between his slender fingers, and the lingering smoke filled his surroundings. Even Su, the master, will come here leisurely.

This guy looked very courageous, and he didn't care about being stared at by Lian Su with that terrifying expression. He stared at Lian Su's face and showed a meaningful smile: "It is said that even the demon king Oda Nobunaga is also infatuated with the beautiful shrine maiden who was imprisoned by the fox demon, your name now surpasses all monsters."

Lian Su lowered her eyes, unmoved.

"Don't make me sing a one-man show, at least you have something to say...Master Lian Ji?"

The other party did not wait for her reply but showed a childish expression. His sexy and provocative voice deliberately pressed the name of the witch on the tip of his tongue and chewed it carefully. After rechanting, there was an inexplicable color| Qi: "My name is Nuliang Huapiao, Master Lian Ji."

Lian Su paused: "You should know the result of giving your name to a witch?"

For monsters, the name is the shortest spell.

Although there are fewer and fewer warlocks and witches who can control demon spirits with just one name because of the weakening of spiritual power in the world, this ancient technique of controlling demons has not withdrawn from the stage of history. A unique special method used to evaluate the qualifications of juniors.

Nuliang Huapiao is using his name to tease her at the moment, no matter whether he intends to please or relying on his strength to be domineering, he has no scruples at all. Lian Su looked at the gorgeous attire on the monster in front of him for a while, and he can roughly guess his current status It is not incomprehensible if you feel that you have reached the point where the priestess can't restrain your name and just give your name casually.

...But in any case, no matter how courageous and powerful he is, he shouldn't make fun of this powerful witch who has practiced for hundreds of years.

Nuliang Huapiao's wrist drooped, and he knocked on the cigarette rod in his hand, with an annoying smile hanging on the corner of his lips: "Don't be angry, I'm just here to repay the favor."

Lian Su's eyebrows drooped, and she still had that indifferent look: "I don't remember that I ever saved you."

Nuliang Huapiao waved his hand: "Don't worry, don't worry, it was just a small effort for you back then, but it did save my life."

More than a hundred years ago, the seriously injured little monster who was rescued by a witch who went down the mountain to collect medicine and gave him medicine, was even a teenager back then... But she probably doesn't remember such a long past.

"...Really." Lian Su frowned slightly, "But I don't remember you."

Nuliang Huapiao snorted softly: "Yes, yes, there are hundreds if not a thousand little monsters saved by Mrs. Mikoto. I think you can't remember how many you took in on Lingshan, let alone me who ran away after saving a life." The lost guy, ah, I hate it, if I had known I would not have run away, I would have just given you my name."

His brows and eyes were smiling and his voice was frivolous, but he controlled it just right to a level acceptable to the other party, so that he would not offend, but he would not be too humble.Presumably because of his early experience, Nuliang Huapiao's tone always has a vague but not annoying hooliganism.

"If you really thought so, you wouldn't have run away without a trace the next morning just because you heard a word from Shikigami next to me, and you wouldn't have taken my purse with you."

Nuliang Huapiao was stunned, and smiled randomly: "What, don't you remember clearly?"

"It's just that I just remembered. After all, there are not many little guys who run and grab like you did back then." Lian Su squatted down next to the small box, took out two bottles of wine from it, and shook them at the slider shaken.

"drink wine?"

Little guy... Nuliang Huapiao shook his head, probably only the witch in front of him could casually say this title without any sense of disobedience.He muttered and rolled his eyes in his heart, got up and walked towards the witch.

Even Su, who looked at this flirtatious stranger with a blank face, also squatted down next to her, the wide hem just fell on her sleeve, and Nuliang put his chin on his back, giggling Said: "If you want me to tell you how boring I am when I'm drunk, do you want me to take you out to have a look?"

Lian Su said indifferently: "No."

"It's so cold," Nuliang Huapiao curled her lips, and suddenly reached out to grab her wrist: "Don't always be sullen, okay, I'll take you out...Hiss!!! It hurts!!!"

His big hand had just landed on a piece of porcelain-white wrist exposed from the sleeve of the witch, before he could hold it tightly, a burst of burning pain made him instinctively let go.

Nuliang Huapiao stared blankly at the inexplicable burn on his palm, he looked at the intact witch, and then thought of a certain legend in the city, a guess surfaced in his mind.

"Is this really a curse?" Nuliang Huapiao frowned tightly: "Is it the curse of the snake girl, or the curse of the devil king? Is the legend true?"

"Aren't you very clear about this?" Lian Su snorted softly, and took out a bunch of bottles and jars from the cabinet beside him and put them on the tray. Nuliang's slippery scoop was chilled by her snort, and she couldn't help scratching Scratching my cheeks and chuckling: "Didn't I eat at the Onmyouji's house before, and listened to a few stories from their patriarch... At first I thought it was human beings who made up the stories, and I just listened to them at first. .”

Lian Su explained casually: "I rejected Qing Ji and was burned alive by her. The ashes of the snake girl were mixed with mine, and re-fired into pottery figurines with the witchcraft of the demon pottery woman. This is what I am today. The body, presumably because Qing Ji's obsession is so deep, that it turned into a burning curse and attached to my body, and no one can touch it."

"Hmm." Nuliang Huapiao frowned, and obediently followed Lian Su's instructions to apply the medicine to herself: "If it was you, there should be a way to crack it."

"Yes, there is, but if you can't do it, it's still equivalent to nothing."

She was sitting next to the slippery ghost, fiddling with the medicine bottle, her tone was soft, almost gentle, which made the slippery ghost who had the impression that she was a big ice cube subconsciously look at her.

——Different from the otherworldly sense of holiness endowed by the toga and wide sleeves of the maiden uniform, Lian Ji is now only dressed in plain white single clothes, kneeling and sitting in the room where the moonlight lingers, bowing her head and fiddling with things, her light golden softness The long hair is like a gorgeous silk hanging on the floor, she has her pair of golden pupils hanging down, the moonlight shines on the witch's pale cheeks, faintly outlines the smooth and graceful collarbone and A dreamy shadow.

The slippery ghost was just casually sizing him up, but he suddenly froze for a moment.

The witch named Lian Ji was concentrating on preparing the medicine powder for treating burns. She seemed to say something, but the trance-like Hua Piao didn't hear clearly, so the blond beauty raised her eyebrows and asked in a flat tone: "I Let you take medicine, what are you in a daze for?"

To be honest, the memory of the icy and high priestess was so deep in my memory that when Nuliang Huapiao heard the legend in the city for the first time, he spit out a sip of wine for a long time, and was choked by himself.

He couldn't associate the murderous Lian Ji in his impression with the beautiful maiden in the legend who could be confused by the devil, even if he knew Lian Ji was indeed beautiful, he couldn't do it——

In Nuliang Huapiao's impression, this person is the lonely sky with high moon and mountains with white snow;So years of memories have been accumulated and filtered by time, and when I think about it again, I can only think of that person's cold voice and the unique sense of sacredness in the white dress and red dress, just like the sixth day of the devil's thoughts, Nuliang Huapiao unexpectedly Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

But now this Lian Ji...

Nuliang Huapiao stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar Lian Ji.

……I see.

Nuliang Huapiao averted her gaze, not letting her look at her terrifying eyes that had turned dark because of the sudden surge of evil energy.

——The legendary catastrophe of the country is not terrible, but deserves it.