[Comprehensive] Tucao is the king of gold

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The wines of Nuliangjia are naturally good wines.

The wine buried under the cherry tree at home hundreds of years ago is fragrant and mellow, and the unique brewing method of the monsters makes the wine taste different from ordinary wine.

Sawada Tsunayoshi took a sip, and then another sip, admitting that this is indeed a rare good wine.

Nuliang Lusheng next to him watched helplessly as he took a sip of wine like sipping milk.

Then the nasty rabbit that had been following the little friend jumped out, staring at him with righteous and accusing eyes.

Nuliang Rikusheng put down the hand that gave Tsunayoshi the cup full.

Then the hidden line of sight disappeared.

Nuliang Lusheng couldn't help slandering the Golden Rabbit's behavior like holding a two or three-year-old baby in his mouth, and took a sip of his wine with one hand.

So when he lowered his head again, he saw Gang Ji who was looking at him eagerly.

At this moment, the sight in the dark already made him feel like a thorn in his back.

The slippery ghost blinked and struggled a little between fooling the past and getting his friend drunk, and finally remembered his original purpose.

"The time is coming," he tilted his head with a three-pointed smile, "Would you like to see my Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts?"

The human age is eight years old and the age of monsters is only 11 years old. The slippery ghost has roughly built his own Hyakki Night Walk. At this time, he stood up and you bowed his head and sent an invitation to his friends.

I want to share my glory and joy with you.

The slick boy with the figure of a boy was expressing such intentions all over his body.

So Gangji lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

"Of course," he put his hand on the hand extended by the slippery ghost, "it's my honor."

Because it was invited by the young master of the Nuliang group, Tsunayoshi didn't need to stick a talisman paper this time like last time.

Most of the Hyakki Yakini in the Nuliang group are monsters with hundreds of years of practice. The weak monsters walk among the monsters with drinks, flowers and fruits, and walk around at the feet of the big monsters.

Tsunayoshi, who was given a potion that can see monsters by the monsters of the Nura group, was dragged into the team of monsters by Nura Rikusheng, and either faced a bull's face head-on or turned around and bumped into Nakuo floating in mid-air.

Mitsuchi Takashi, who followed him, squatted in a corner, staring closely at his king.

And around the rabbit who was forced to go to work at night, the little monster paused in a circle, looking at the retainer of the young master's friend with some fear and curiosity.

These purely curious eyes fell on the man wearing the rabbit mask and surgical uniform, but after a few glances, they retracted in fear because of the many things that only onmyojis were carrying on the other party.

The little monsters have their own way of distinguishing between ordinary humans and onmyojis. At this time, they all wrinkled their noses and smelled it for a long time, but they could only wrinkle their faces.

Although, although this human being seems to be an ordinary human being, the smell of the group of onmyojis on his body is really... tsk tsk anyway, let's stay away.

Therefore, Mr. Rabbit, who is popular among different groups of people for various reasons, was embarrassingly drawn into a circle.

But this is no problem for him.The rabbit squatting in place only looked in one direction, and the eyes buried in the mask stared at only one person.

That is his lord.

Tsuna, who was used to this, didn't have any special ideas. Occasionally, he took the time to look back at the rather pitiful clan squatting in the shadows, then picked up a little monster and asked the other party to send something to his pitiful clan. go.

Then he was dragged away by his friends.

To say that the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts is not just as simple as the monsters walking together on the street.The one at the top is the leader, that is, Nura Rikusheng.

The monsters under Nuliang Rikusheng's command followed closely behind, and their respective monster powers were released, deterring those who were watching.

As a guest, Gang Ji did not accept Lu Sheng's invitation to go with him, but fell far away at the tail, looking at his expression, there was a sense of relief that my family has grown up.

When the waning moon hung high in the sky, this army of monsters took to the streets mightily.

There is a dark blue fire floating in the sky, the natto monk with petals is running around, the snow girl spits out white frost to pave the avenue, and the enchanting hairy prostitutes are lingering behind the general, in the air. The feathers of the falling poison.The slippery ghost in dark blue feathers landed in front of the crowd, with a long knife at his waist, smiling coquettishly.

This is the Hyakki Yakura of the Nuliang Group.

In the dark, ordinary people can't see the scene of the night walk of the ghosts, but the onmyojis who have received the news gathered in the dark, trying to spy on the strength of this generation of Nuliang group.

Then those old men with gray beards grabbed their beards and left.

A tiger father has no dogs, and a tiger father has no dogs.

The old men pulling their beards shook their heads and left, and few people saw a human being covered with little monsters crouching in the purple mist among the monsters.

——After Nura Rikusheng left, Sawada Tsunayoshi has turned into a monster climbing frame.

The King of Gold puffed out his cheeks in a rare childish way.

But there are also people who see it from the beginning to the end.

The new Patriarch of the Chang family held an umbrella that could conceal his aura, watched the monster brigade of the Nuliang Group pass by, and took his subordinates away after the snowy road made by the snow girl on the ground dissipated.

"Rusheng Nuliang...?" He pondered, but disappeared here after a long time.

The result of going out for a night walk with my friends the night before was that I couldn't lift my eyelids the next day.

But the hard part of life is that you have to go to school even if you can fall asleep walking down the road.

Even the king of gold, the symbol of the country, is not immune.Putting on his schoolbag with his eyelids open, he walked into the school gate after being inspected by the disciplinary committee, and lay down on the table yawning.

Who was hiding in the Hyakki room of the Nuliang Group that night was revealed by someone, and a picture of the night travel of the Hyakki that was said to be handed down from the Heian period was placed on Tsunayoshi's desk in a short time.

But Tsuna will not have time to see this thing that is a national treasure in another world if it is true.

He looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was kneeling obediently in front of him, and sighed silently.

Bai He, who once caused panic among the mafia in Yokohama, is now as well-behaved as a baby.His back was straight, his golden eyes were staring at Gangji without blinking, and his whole body was filled with the desire to survive.

Looking at this picture of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who can be said to be a thousand-year-old sword in terms of age, Sawada Tsunayoshi really felt tired.

Who would have thought that some time ago he was still lamenting that Mori Ogai was tired from being the leader, and now it is his turn to be tired?

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was "invited" back.

And the one who invited him back was none other than the Supernatural Secret Service Division stationed in Yokohama.

This is a bit embarrassing.

What's even more embarrassing is that when the people from the Ability Secret Service Division sent back to Tsurumaru, they also sent a list of "achievements" recorded by Tsurumaru during this period, which made Tsunayoshi want to cover his face for a while. The poor newcomer who came to deliver the information said "You have worked hard".

At any rate, he held back, let the rabbit politely send away the people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and then threw Tsurumaru Kuninaga's body on the cushion in the tea room.

——As for why in the tea room?

Gang Ji was afraid that he would be provoked by this crane in other places.

After some education, the water smoke in the tea room finally curled up, and Gang Ji was in the mood to unfold the picture scroll of a hundred ghosts.

The unique fragrance of the tea room lingers around the tip of the nose, but when the scroll is unfolded, the strong smell of brush and ink quickly sweeps over the perception, accompanied by the strong smell of ink, naturally there is also the power of the big monster in the painting.

Sawada Tsunayoshi raised an eyebrow.

Tsurumaru, who was sitting obediently below, carefully raised his eyebrows and looked at the master's face, he was extremely curious about the things in the opponent's hands.

But looking at it, Tsurumaru Kuninaga felt something was wrong.

When Sawada Tsunayoshi stretched out his hand to touch the picture scroll in his hand, Tsurumaru Kuninaga stood up abruptly.

"Lord!"

Accompanied by this violence, a vortex appeared where the tip of Tsunayoshi Sawada's hand touched the picture scroll, and Tsunayoshi Sawada was completely absorbed in it in the blink of an eye.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga jumped in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi, but an invisible force prevented him from touching the position where Sawada Tsunayoshi was sitting before.

But the main body that was taken away because of anger is still on the table, and it was even used as a paperweight.

Seeing that the vortex on the painting was shrinking, the white-haired and golden-eyed Fu Sangshen gritted his teeth and returned to his body.

The Taidao, which was used as a paperweight, trembled with difficulty, entering the painting at the moment when the vortex closed.

**

Osamu Dazai stared at the painting in front of him.

It was a pair of words that he was quite familiar with, probably a self-portrait drawn by "myself" when he was young, and he hung it in his office later.

But now he has yet to paint the self-portrait that makes Alice cry.

It was pitch black all around him.There is probably a single stool under him, but he can't touch anything when he touches it.

In such a darkness, only the self-portrait has a cluster of light, which shone miserably on the self-portrait.

After an unknown amount of time, another cluster of light came down and shone on his hand.

Osamu Dazai looked over, and at some point a book appeared on the ground.

He bent over to pick up the book and briefly flipped through it.

At first glance, there is nothing in the book.But Osamu Dazai didn't even think about it, and started to read it for the second time.

This time there are images and words on the book.

Like the plays shown on TV, "Book" plays stories for dark children in this darkness.

Osamu Dazai flipped through the book expressionlessly, looking at the stories experienced by "Osamu Dazai" in the parallel world with his own face and name.

He saw himself, but he didn't see himself.

He sneered when he read it for the first time, and casually threw the book with a picture of him falling from the tall building of the Hong Kong Hei headquarters at his feet.

The cluster of lights that lit up with the book is gone.

Osamu Dazai and his self-portrait stare at each other, looking into each other's darkness.

He felt a little cold, but apparently there was nothing to warm him in this damned empty place.

The next moment of thinking like this, a fireplace suddenly appeared in the darkness, reddish-brown in shape, shining with a gentle light that could almost shine Dazai Osamu in it.

It's like someone's existence.

Osamu Dazai looked at the fireplace expressionlessly. With the appearance of the fireplace, the ugly self-portrait was erased, but the cluster of light was still there, as if reminding Osamu Dazai that the self-portrait was still there.

The boy was in a daze in the dark, but he didn't seem to have any.There was nothing in the iris-colored pupils, and even the fundus of the eyes seemed to be cloudy.

But in these eyes, the swaying fire has always existed.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man laughed.

Then step back.

Dazai woke up.

The light from the window shone into the room through the gap between the black-out curtains, and happened to kiss the closed eyes of the young man.

Osamu Dazai covered his eyes and sat up from the bed after a while.

The unchanging life was still going on, after he finished washing, he strolled downstairs to have breakfast,, oh no, lunch, put his hands in his pockets and started to walk around.

In the afternoon, the young man who had been idle for a day finally found a good place to enter the water, and jumped into the water with a devout smile.

The bandage jumped from the upper reaches of the river, and somewhere along the way it washed up on the bank.After drying on the river bank for a long time, the salted fish Dazai finally got up when the sun faded, and left the river bank in a bad mood with his wet hair on his head.

He stumbled into a tavern at random, and paused when he heard the boss' "welcome".

The boy leaned on the bar counter, and asked the boss for a glass of whiskey with dish soap in a familiar manner.

After being rejected, he childishly put his head on the bar, and happened to see the man beside him who was sipping.

"Ah, ah, ah," the young man's suppressed voice sounded in the bar, successfully attracting the attention of the man beside him, "I wonder if there is dish soap in this gentleman's wine?"

The young man with reddish-brown hair was not annoyed when he heard this wonderful question. He thought about it and even smacked his lips lightly to make sure before answering seriously.

"No."

"That's really disappointing," the young man bent forward in frustration on the bar, and rolled around bored after a while.

"My name is Osamu Dazai." Maybe he was bored, he asked with a smile while holding his chin, "Do you want to make friends?"

Oda Sakunosuke glanced at the young man beside him, who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, with an immature and amiable face.Although this guy who can appear in this lupin is definitely not an ordinary child, but even so, Oda Sakunosuke still has an extra heart of love.

After all, seeing this child is like seeing Mukuro of his own family... Although Mukuro-kun is now going to Italy for further studies, and he didn't even say goodbye to him before leaving, Oda Sakunosuke still has to admit that he has a lot of affection for the child who has raised him for half a year. A lot of emotion.

Thinking about it, he raised his glass, asked the bartender to serve Dazai a glass of milk, and introduced himself.

"I'm Sakunosuke Oda," he said, and paused as if he couldn't think of anything to say, "Please take care of me."

Osamu Dazai took his milk glass - to be honest, he hadn't drunk this kind of thing for a long time - lightly touched Oda Sakunosuke's wine glass.

"Well," the young man frowned, "I will take care of you."

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood on a bridge in a daze.

Under the bridge is the slowly flowing water, and the moonlight shines on it, reflecting the brilliance like silver scales.

He looked around in a little confusion, and immediately determined that this place was not any place he was familiar with.

When he was looking around, the white sword fell from the top of his head and landed at his feet by coincidence.

It was Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

Tsunakichi picked up Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and when he looked up, he met a smiling face.

"Ah," the owner of the face jumped back when he saw the child suddenly appearing in front of him, staring at him with rounded eyes, and slowly opened the folding fan to cover his face, "I didn't expect that it was a young master who came today."

"My name is Abe Seimei, the young master may have heard of my name?"

Tsuna nodded with a straight face.

Seeing this, Seimei Abe smiled even more.

"That's easy to say...Nowadays, because of a certain big monster, there is a space-time rift in Kyoto, so the little prince came here." Abe Seimei explained very familiarly, "But please don't worry, I will definitely be able to send the little boy to this place." The son sent it back to the place where he came from, "

"How about living in the lower house for a few days now?"

Abe Seimei said, revealing the obscure car behind him who didn't know when to come.

Tsunade took a step back cautiously.

"Don't bother Your Excellency anymore," the golden king said, and the moment Abe Seimei stretched out his hand to invite him, he kicked his feet and jumped directly from the bridge.

Before the boy fell, a golden light gradually appeared under his feet, holding the king in the air out of thin air, and disappeared from Abe Seimei's sight the next moment.

The author has something to say: Sawada. I heard that the final boss that my friends are going to fight is Abe Seimei. Tsunayoshi: You are a bad old man, I believe you are a ghost.jpg

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