[comprehensive] shikigami record

A green figure rushed in from the window, passed over her head and swept inside.

"Stupid bird, what are you doing with those miscellaneous fish! Just grind that guy to pieces!"

The Teng Snake, which was disguised as an ordinary boa constrictor, flew around the room, and suddenly golden-green scales appeared on its smooth body. He stood in front of Jing Zhai like a human being, opened his mouth, and stretched out from the snake's back. Phosphorwing, above which the icy flames burn.

Teng Snake's appearance at this time is more like a dragon than a snake, but it is fierce and tyrannical despite its divine power.

The dark red eyes seemed to be soaked in fresh blood, and the phosphorous wings with cold flames ignited the whole room.

It's just that this flame is not the red lotus karmic fire that can burn the soul and burn away sins like the Suzaku. On the contrary, the cold flame of the Soaring Snake, the cool blue and green fireworks are enough to freeze the soul, it is the ominous fire of the underworld.

The cold flames swept Jingzhai's paintings and the brushes in his hands, and the monsters he created screamed in the ice blue flames, but they couldn't die.

Ice Flame is not destruction but torture.

The black future in front of her gritted her teeth. The cracking of the skin had stopped, but there was no sign of healing at all. After a little relief from the pain that reached the nerves, she took a few breaths and tried her best to hold back the desire to scream. :

It really hurts...

"Future... are you okay?"

Although the skin on her body stopped cracking, the cracked wound was still bleeding, and she raised her eyes to look at the sky falling in front of her, unable to lift up her strength, her lips, which were white due to excessive blood loss, squirmed, and said weakly: " Am I... like... am I okay... hiss...?"

Blue-green flames filled every part of the room except for the girl covered in blood.

It seemed that after the painting was destroyed, there was no sign of improvement in the future, and the sky suddenly took off: "Hey, Teng Snake, save that guy's life, just destroying the painting is not enough."

Hearing the words of the sky in a daze, his lowered eyelashes trembled slightly: Is it useless to destroy the painting...?

Nanuliang gave birth to him...

She raised her eyelids with difficulty, and the silvery and golden-green figure in the cold flames became blurred, and the five senses of the half-demon became incomparably dull, and she felt that her thoughts were withdrawing little by little.

Ahhh... so tired.

Unable to support his body, he fell backwards. He thought he would fall hard on the cold ground, but he didn't want to lean against a 'wall' behind him.

"I haven't seen you for a while, why do you look like you are dying."

Who……?

In a trance, she felt that her right shoulder was being held, and her body was easily turned around. The strength was not gentle but not rough. Suddenly, a black shadow came down, and something fine fell on her face. The nerves were all tingling and stuffed, and she felt itchy unexpectedly.

"Little ghost, do you have Momiji's blood on your body?"

what?

The crow's feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and the consciousness seemed to be getting farther and farther away, sinking deeper, and the voice that was close at hand was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't muster the extra strength to think.

"Well……"

He nodded indiscriminately, because the strength of his shoulders supported her so that she could not fall asleep.

"It's cheaper for you."

The warm and humid breath hit her face, and the temperature close at hand in the cold underworld made her feel very comfortable. The breath lingering in her nostrils had a fishy smell, and the demonic power that instinctively made her feel dangerous as a half-demon was deliberately restrained.

Suddenly her lips were blocked, her closed teeth were pushed open, tongue-hot liquid was poured in, and the strong smell of blood stimulated her nasal cavity, making her stomach churn.

In the future, he subconsciously wanted to vomit, but he was forced to swallow it because he was forced to stop it.

The smell of rust in her mouth made her immediately realize that it was blood.

The self-consciousness of being a human for a long time made her have a physiological reaction and a sense of nausea, but she, who is half of the blood of a demon, tasted an irresistible temptation in the fishy smell.

After entering the throat, the blood flowed down quickly, and immediately merged into her flesh and blood.Then she felt that the almost frozen blood that was flowing slowly seemed to be awakened, and it became active again.

It is power, the blood that was forced to swallow has power that is extremely useful to her as a half-demon.

Just like the ghost girl Hongye maintains her beauty by devouring the flesh and blood of humans and demons, she, who has the same origin as the demon, can also maintain her vitality by sucking the blood of big monsters.

The stimulating bloody smell filled the mouth again, and the girl who was almost in a coma opened her eyes, the black pupils were smeared with blood, and they were dazed and innocent.

Her appearance at this time was reflected in the gilt vertical pupils, her consciousness suddenly became clear, her breath was suffocated, and her breath suddenly became chaotic.

At the moment when she was about to reach out, the big silver-haired monster retreated naturally, and he knelt down on the ground, his human hand still resting on her shoulder, which can be said to be a gesture of holding her half in his arms.

The blood in her mouth was indescribably sweet, and the blood remaining on Ibaraki's lips made her suddenly realize what was in her mouth, and her stomach, which didn't need to eat at all in the spirit state, writhed, and nausea surged up.

As if aware of what she was going to do, the strength on her shoulders increased, and the deep voice sounded a little hoarse: "Swallow it yourself, or let me help you."

Pale eyebrows showed a slightly wronged expression, and the fishy smell in her mouth made the corners of her eyes a little red. Mirai closed her mouth tightly, looked at Ibaraki with her head slightly raised, and naturally grabbed the hand hanging by her side. Holding the corner of her clothes, as if she had made a choice, she closed her eyes and swallowed the liquid with difficulty.

After the viscous liquid slid down from the throat, it quickly filled up before slowly dissipating its strength.

The girl's expression after drinking his own blood was a little blank, which made Ibaraki feel unspeakably irritated. He frowned impatiently, and his tone became unnaturally cold: "Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

Looking up in the future, the big frowning monster seen from this distance and angle is so beautiful that people can't close their legs. However, the constant pain in the body and the strange feeling in the mouth made her no longer appreciate it.

Even with Ibaraki's blood, the wound on her body still hasn't healed, and she can clearly feel the continuous loss of blood and the dissipation of the filled power.

She shook her head, and leaned on Ibaraki very wearily, her small words trembled and cried: "Ibaraki...it hurts..."

The sweetness that belonged to the girl's blood filled her breath not only did not dissipate but became more intense, and Ibaraki also found that the blood he instilled did not make her recover.

The hand on the shoulder moved down, and he clasped her wrist and raised it.

The blood-stained sleeves slipped down, and the original white arms were covered with thin and long wounds, with black air lingering above, blood oozing out continuously.

The gilt demon pupils instantly froze with a sharp killing intent that couldn't be concealed. He turned his head to look at the mirror room in the cold flames. As the girl's breath gradually weakened, he was deliberately suppressed by the inherently dangerous and powerful demon eyes. The air came out.

Originally, with her own spiritual power and demon power, the superficial wounds were easy to heal, but after drinking his blood, there was no sign of recovery at all, which showed that this was not a simple superficial wound...

It's a curse.

The curse is irreversible, even if the person who cast the curse is killed, the curse imposed on her will not disappear and even become more venomous.

It's rare to see Ibaraki Doji, who has always been impatient or even disgusted with her, show this expression for her, and even the loss of vitality can't hide the joy rising in her heart. She lifts her arms to his eyes with difficulty, her voice is soft but weak, He bent his eyes and muttered jokingly: "It's a little wasteful... Hey... Ibaraki, do you want a drink?"

The author has something to say: Emma, ​​this chapter was so difficult to write...

In fact, before I wrote it, there was no blood-feeding plot in my conception...

However, I don’t know why it developed like this (●—●)

Well……

Probably because I love Ibaraki deeply_(:з"∠)_