My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 211 Become a Myth, Boy!

In the dark night, a cool oil lamp was burning.

Shinkawa Yuai sat kneeling on the tatami, her dress was loosely spread under her body, like a blooming white lotus.

The wind blew in through the window, and the lights on the table flickered.

In the swaying light and shadow, in her bright eyes, all the tenderness in the world was shattered.

Nakatomi curled up at her feet, opened his mouth with a ferocious expression, the muscles on his face squirmed as if he wanted to shout, but no human voice came out of that open mouth.

Only the sound of "hissing" air leakage from the bellows.

Soon, his body began to tremble non-stop, and at this moment, his whole body was suffering unimaginable pain.

Like a burning flame, like an ant gnawing.

Yuai Xinchuan hugged his convulsed body, and comforted him softly: "It will pass soon, hold on."

"woo"

He huddled his body tightly, and while his lips were trembling, he made a sound that seemed to be crying.

Afterwards, his face was extremely distorted, showing a look of extreme grief, as if he wanted to cry, but he clenched his teeth again, trying not to make a sound.

Xinchuan Yuai couldn't help him, she could only let him cling to her as much as possible, and convey a little warmth to him with her body temperature.

Before she came into this world, she asked the old mountain god why he gave such a mirror to Xingkong Fujiwara.

At that time, the old mountain god replied to her: "Fujiwara Xingkong has a seed planted on him, which is the imprint left on him by the evil spirit of Yaodaogui Tori. This seed will germinate at the right time and infinitely magnify his body." The most vulnerable part of his heart, if he can't get out, the evil spirit in the demon knife will swallow his consciousness and replace it. And the mirror can help him remember his own appearance before his consciousness is swallowed."

Human beings are fragile, both body and mind.The fragility of the body can be repaired by external factors. For example, if the liver is damaged, it can be replaced. For example, if the limb is broken, it can be connected to a prosthesis.

But the fragility of the soul can only be repaired by oneself.

If a person can overcome the weakest part of his heart, then he is undoubtedly strong.

"Wow~~"

Nakatomi let out a wailing cry, and bit her arm tightly, the white and tender skin was pierced instantly, leaving bright red blood behind.

Xinchuan Yuai frowned, and her arms around him trembled, but they still didn't let go.

After a while, he let go, struggled a few times, and bit down on it again. At the same time, he exerted all his strength with both hands, grabbing her arm, and his nails were quickly embedded in the skin.

After this several times in a row, the originally quiet room resounded with the sound of helpless panting in pain.

Shinkawa Yuai was pale with pain and sweating profusely, but kept holding him tightly, letting him stick to her, like a lighthouse standing in the darkness, guiding the lost travelers home.

He leaned against his own lighthouse, and waves of severe pain came from the depths of his mind one after another. His spirit seemed to be torn apart by countless hands, and things buried deep in his memory came back bit by bit.

Countless information drifted through the vision, the sound turned into undulating lines, and the intermittent pictures were connected together, gradually evolving towards a dynamic state.

Hello, my name is Yukino Risa, and I write supernatural novels. Can you provide me with materials?
I can give you money.

Wow, you look so cute, I will call you Xingjiang from now on.As for me, you can call me sister.

What kind of skill is fighting monsters? I know where Miss Teke is according to the urban legend. Do you dare to go?
Hey, how disgusting, how dare you kiss a woman with only half of her body?

As long as there is love, even an urban legend is fine?
Are you a pervert?

Hoshi-chan, although human XP is free, I know a lot of psychiatrists. Look
Hey, tell me, why is Teke missing, what did you do with her last night?
Speak, don't hide inside and keep quiet, if you pretend to be dead, I won't pay you!

Eh?
why are you crying

Okay, don't cry, my sister is with you.

Damo Girl, do you want to go and see it?
Shouldn't it be relying on love to transcend?
Sure enough, I guessed it right, you cried like last time.

Cheer up a bit, okay, seeing you like this makes me feel bad too.

Will every urban legend and yokai who falls in love with you die?
Why insist?

I seem to like you a little bit, what should I do?
Ah no, you are still so young, you make me look like a slut.

Hey, Fujiwara, let's kiss.

You vomited when you kissed me?
Go away!

I never want to see you again!

To whom are you showing the look of wanting to die?

Fujiwara Hoshiku, cheer me up!

Forget it, I like you anyway, even if I never get a kiss in my life, I still like you.

You actually got together with Xia Xilin?

Tell me, who is better looking, my sister's legs or hers?

In front of Xingjiang, my sister will always be a 16-year-old beautiful girl.

My sister will not marry anyone but you.

I am deeply dependent on your little body.

Xingjiang, I have to recite~~
Fujiwara Hoshizora is a great hero, Yukino Risa's great hero!

Old and ugly, will you still like your sister?

When I met you, you were only 14 years old, a full head shorter than me.

When did you grow up?
As a spare tire, I only have the chance to appear on the stage after you finish making out with other women, right?
Every time you stab yourself once, I stab myself twice.

Do you think I'm a sow~~
Now, it's going to be sunny soon.

Fujiwara Hoshizora, I'm really older than you!

"call!"

Nakatomi Kamazu let out a long breath, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and wrote the words 'Yukino Risa' on the floor with his blood-stained hands.

An unusually nostalgic voice came from the depths of the soul, and a woman who seemed to have known him was staring at him affectionately in another world.

He is in a very poor state of mind now, and he can't remember those pictures that pass by so quickly, and can only leave a rough belief in his mind.

This woman named Yukino Risa, to Fujiwara Hoshiku, is an existence beyond sunlight, air, water, dust, universe, time, space, love, etc.

"Fujiwara."

Xinchuan Yuai's arms were covered with bruises, but her eyes were still as gentle as water, and her voice didn't change a bit.

"Wake up quickly, we are waiting for you."

Nakatomi Kamazu snorted.

At this moment, the pain was magnified countless times.

Fangs grew from his mouth, a pair of horns grew from his forehead, wings grew from his back, his arms were covered with scales, and he wriggled in pain, as if countless ants were gnawing on his body.

He seemed to see an evil spirit covered in blood, stepping off the throne made of skulls and walking towards him.

Shinkawa Yuai looked at Fujiwara Xingkong who instantly turned into a monster, and secretly said "Oops".

The seeds planted by the evil spirit of Demon Sword Demon Toru began to grow while he was at his weakest.

"Fujiwara. Mirror." She shouted anxiously: "Remember, where is the mirror?"

A mirror reflects the shape of everything.

At the same time, it can also reflect the truth of the facts.

In this way, I have to accept that everything between me and Fu Ji is just a wild and uninhibited dream.

Nakatomi hammered his head hard, and stretched his fingers to the gap in the cabinet. Yuai Shinkawa crawled over and took out the dusty bronze mirror from underneath.

"then!"

The bronze mirror drew an arc and fell into the hand covered with scales.

Nakatomi Kamazu looked through the mirror and saw the monster reflected on it.

He blinked, and suddenly nothing appeared in his field of vision.

In a pure white world, the mind can't function, the body can't control it, just like being in a lucid dream.

"Are you awake?"

He looked sideways, and a person who looked exactly like himself was standing beside him.

"who are you?"

"Me?" There was a warm smile on the man's face, as if seeping white sunlight, "My name is Fujiwara Xingkong, what about you?"

"My name is Fujiwara Hoshizora too."

"So that's it, you are my opposite."

"opposite?"

"Yeah, I've never shown timidity or fear. It's not because I don't have it, but because I'm cowardly and I hide it."

"I'm cowardly?"

"Of course. If you don't believe me, I'll ask you a few questions."

"You ask."

"Why are you alive?"

"do not know."

"Is it for whom? Or is it for a certain reason?"

"do not know."

"Then I assume I am living for whom, then who are you living for?"

"For myself, of course."

"Are you happy to be alive?"

"do not know."

"Do you hate being lonely?"

"Of course I hate it."

"Hate pain?"

"Of course I hate it."

"If you only do happy things, there won't be pain, right?"

"Yes."

"So you just ran away?"

"There's nothing wrong with avoiding things you don't like and things that hurt you."

"Indeed, as long as you stay away from pain, there will be no pain."

"Fujiwara Hoshizora, which one is the real you?"

"You who are depended on?"

"You who are pampered?"

"Or you who bear the loss over and over again?"

"I"

"You can't speak anymore, admit that you are cowardly, it's not something to be ashamed of. After all, no one is a saint."

"You are afraid of losing Xiaozhen, so even your younger sister selfishly asks her to like you all the time. You are afraid of losing Miss Su, so even if you sink into a dream forever, you don't want to wake up. You are afraid of losing the value of your own existence , so even if you are covered in bruises, you have to grit your teeth and do things you don't like."

"Enough, don't say any more."

"But I am you. If I don't say anything, you can understand what I think in my heart."

"I hate myself."

"Look at this world, it's a world with nothing, a world without people, a world of freedom, a world not bound by anything, as long as you don't think about it, there is nothing."

"Would you like to stay here forever?"

"You don't want to. Living in a world with nothing, doesn't it mean you have lost everything? Don't you mean you have lost the value of existence?"

"You say you hate yourself, but people who hate themselves cannot like and trust others."

"Fujiwara Xingkong, do you still remember the person you like?"

"I"

"If you want to know the value of life, you must first recognize your own value."

"My own value?"

"Yes, Fujiwara Hoshizo is not a perfect person, I have big and small flaws, but I still love me deeply."

"Indeed, because of me like this is the real me."

"I am deeply loved by many people, the unique Fujiwara Hoshizo."

"I see."

"Well, wake up, let's wake up together."

"Before I wake up, there is something I want to say to myself."

"What is it?"

"Become a myth, boy!"

Holding both hands together, Fujiwara Xingkong opened his eyes again, looking at his handsome face in the bronze mirror, he probably understood what was going on.

It's no wonder that every time I want to find myself in these years, I have been tortured to death by headaches. It turns out that it is because the evil spirit of Gui Cheli is secretly obstructing.

Affected by this, the fragile side of my heart was magnified countless times invisibly, completely covering the original consciousness, and later, I completely gave up the will to find myself.

Fortunately, I'm back.

Fujiwara Xingkong smiled faintly, and a reminder suddenly floated in front of his eyes.

[A person who dares to face his inner fragility is the real strong. 】

[Acquired skill: Immunity to mental attacks. 】

The system can actually detect the skills he has worked hard for. Fujiwara Xingkong was a little stunned, but he didn't check the system, but looked at things that were more important to him.

"Teacher, I'm back."

A faint, familiar voice sounded in the flickering lights, Fujiwara Hoshizo sat on the floor, and his eyes fell on her.

Shinkawa Yuai took a deep breath, stretched out her hand towards his forehead, and tapped it lightly.

The moment the finger touched the skin, it moved away quickly as if it had been burned, but it was immediately held by Xingkong Fujiwara and pressed against the forehead.

"teacher"

"It hurts," he said.

Xinchuan Yuai smiled and said: "Come on, I don't have any strength at all."

"Fool, I'm talking about you." Fujiwara Xingkong stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, and the two of them lay down on the floor.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't control his actions just now, pinching and biting Xinchuan Yuai's arm, but it tossed her hard enough.

"It's okay, skin trauma." Yuai Shinkawa was not used to such an intimate posture, turned away her flushed face, not daring to look at him, "Fujiwara-san. Let go."

"Why? Does the teacher not like my hug?"

"No, it's not me." Xinchuan Yuai tried to straighten out her flustered emotions, and said with a tongue knot: "Student. You can't do this. Teacher"

Fujiwara Xingkong pressed her face and asked with a smile: "Then tell me, how should the students treat the teacher?"

"Be respectful."

"I respect the teacher very much."

"Be obedient."

"I am also very obedient."

"Also...students can't belittle the teacher."

"What is frivolous? Is this so?"

"Really? Uh~~"

With her lips blocked, Shinkawa Yuai punched his chest with a small fist in embarrassment, then she closed her eyes shyly, and wrapped her hands around his neck unconsciously.The two figures merged together in this dimly lit room, and the night breeze was slightly warm.

After a long time, the two people's rapid gasps came from the darkness, as well as her lack of momentum: "That... Fujiwara-san, students can't even kiss the teacher..."

"understood."

"Also... It's fine to kiss just now... There can't be a second time. I don't like you, don't get me wrong..."

"Really not?"

"No……"

"I think this issue needs to be verified again."

"Huh? How do you want to verify?"

Fujiwara Hoshizo kissed her lips again.

"Oh~ no~ I can't kiss~!"

Xinchuan Yuai struggled slightly, but all the words of refusal were blocked back, and soon she responded to his kiss in a dazed and jerky way.

After the two tasted the sweetness of each other's lips again, Shinkawa Yuai slammed his shoulder hard.

She bit her tender lips, which were slightly swollen and very hot.She thought about the flustered feeling when she was bullied just now, and said a little aggrieved: "Fujiwara, I'm angry!"

"Why?" Fujiwara Xingkong sniffed the fragrance from her body, and snorted comfortably: "It smells so good, and my body is so soft."

"I admit, I think you are very good, and I like this feeling too...but..."

Xinchuan Yuai's mood is very complicated now, including joy, relaxation, and a little grievance.

"But you still have to pursue me seriously. You can kiss me only after I agree...I feel so sloppy...It's not romantic at all..."

Fujiwara Xingkong joked: "Will the old monster be so girlish?"

"Okay, you're still calling me old!" Yui Shinkawa glared at him angrily, pouted and said, "Now I'm starting to hate you!"

"But I like the teacher very much, what should I do?"

"Don't listen, don't listen, I don't want to listen to you!"

"Mihoko..."

"Huh?" Shinkawa Yuai replied in a daze, and Fujiwara Hoshiku suddenly put away the smile on her face and leaned against her neck.

"I'm really grateful to you for sticking with me when I was about to forget myself."

"Your concern for me, no matter how long the years have passed, I will always remember it deeply in my heart."

Fujiwara Xingkong raised his face, and the meaning of "I like you" was clearly expressed in his black and white clear eyes.

A large swath of red glow rose from Xinchuan Yuai's clear and beautiful face, and her eyes were misty.Her heart was in a mess, and she wanted to say some embarrassing words, but she swallowed them all when they reached her lips.

When she realized that she was about to fall, she suddenly covered her hot cheeks, her flustered eyes were as cute as a frightened little rabbit on the grassland.

There are thousands of sweet words in this world, but no amount of dialogue can compare to the moment when she blush because of you.

On a summer night, there are no stars, no moon, but the sky is still faintly bright.

The two hugged and whispered for a while, each other's breath rushed into the nostrils, and the sound of insects could be heard.

Fujiwara Xingkong got up and searched the room for a while, only to find two knives Onitsu and Onikiri in the gap of the cabinet.

Shinkawa Yuai tidied up her clothes and urged, "Let's go back."

"Wait a minute." Fujiwara Xingkong wiped the dust off the two knives and said, "Let's save people first."

"I don't want to see that birdie." Shinkawa Yuai curled her lips. At that time, the birdie was doing that kind of thing with Fujiwara in front of her. She wanted to poke it directly with her sharp spider legs. Die that bird man.

Fujiwara Xingkong, who knew he was wrong, didn't dare to speak loudly, so he could only say weakly: "Then teacher will wait for me at the side."

"But it's useless if you go, she's already dead." Xinchuan Yuai hesitated for a while, but decided to let him see the truth.

"Everything that happened in this world is just a projection of history. She will be burned to death no matter what. You can't change anything except watching her burn to death. Why bother?"

Fujiwara Xingkong walked to the door, looking at the fire light coming from a distance, Suga Fuji was there, he believed that she must be waiting for him.

"You have to give it a try." Fujiwara Xingkong turned his head and grinned: "No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will never give up lightly. Isn't this kind of Fujiwara Xingkong just because you worked so hard to get it back?" the one from?"

Xinchuan Yuai was silent for a moment, and a bright smile from the bottom of her heart appeared on her face, dazzling like a blooming epiphyllum in the dark.

Yes, this is the most exciting side of you, and it is also the side I want to see.

I am moved by what you have done, it is like a romantic story of a young hero who overcomes difficulties and obstacles and keeps fighting for his dreams.

Although the ending of the story may not be perfect, a butterfly cannot fly over the sea after all, and you will also experience tragic endings one after another.

But no matter what the result is, the moment you decide to embark on the journey again, this story is destined not to be an ordinary one.

I look forward to walking hand in hand with you on this adventure.

(End of this chapter)