I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

"Hey, little guy, what should I call you? Is it... 'Kuromiri Kiyohime'?"

Xinghan's eyes were fixed on the figure beside him formed by thick black fog.

The little man was no taller than Xinghan’s palm, and his entire body was as dark as night, as if he could swallow up all light.

What is most eye-catching is her eyes. They are not empty darkness, but two delicate flowers. One is quietly blooming, gorgeous and tempting, while the other is tightly closed, as if waiting for some unknown signal.

Xinghan couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Such an existence was both beautiful and weird, and it was indeed difficult to describe it in words.

He tried to find some pattern in the opening and closing of the two flowers, but found that they seemed to move in rhythm with his heartbeat.

"Is...is it you, Qingji?" Xinghan asked softly, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

Suddenly, the closed flower slowly opened, revealing the flickering lights in the pistil, as if responding to his question.

"It's me, Xinghan."

An ethereal yet familiar voice sounded in Xinghan's mind. It was Qingji's voice, clear and gentle. "This is another me that I created for you. I hope she can accompany you when you need her."

Xinghan's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears.

Is this really Qingji?

He looked at the little person again, and saw her flower eyes opening and closing, as if smiling at him.

"This... this is amazing! I only gave you an instruction, but you created such a perfect work." Xinghan exclaimed, "Can you really communicate with me?"

"Yes, I can." Qingji's voice sounded again, "Although I can't fight alongside you like my real self, I can provide you with information and advice to help you through the difficulties."

"Thank you, Qingji." Xinghan said softly, "With you here, I have more courage and strength."

Kurogiri Kiyohime's flower eyes opened and closed again, as if responding to his gratitude.

This... this is the most special connection I have ever seen, and you are a designer." Xinghan couldn't help but admire Qingji's strength in his heart.

Xinghan looked at this strange Heiwu Qingji and felt inexplicably moved.

He knew that this was not just a clone, but also Qingji's deep care and protection for him.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the blooming flower, but was afraid of breaking the beautiful illusion.

He coughed lightly, "Uh, you don't have to worry about me here, just do your assigned tasks."

"Okay." Qing Ji answered happily, and patiently instructed, "My lord, please remember to use her as a shield when you are in danger. If you need me to come back, please call me at any time."

Xinghan gently stretched out his palm, and skillfully took Heiwu Qingji, who was resting on the bun, into his hand as if catching the wind and shadow. He lowered his head, and looked at this small figure intently, feeling the ethereal and faint touch in his palm, as if holding a wisp of light smoke.

Heiwu Qingji seemed so harmless at the moment, her flower-like eyes flickered faintly in the darkness, and her whole body exuded a fragile temperament. Xinghan looked at her, and a trace of doubt surged in his heart: Can such a seemingly fragile little girl really stand up in a dangerous moment and become a barrier for him to resist disasters?

Just as Xinghan was beginning to doubt, Qingji's voice rang in his mind, with an unquestionable determination: "Little guy, show your strength and fly out!"

Heiwu Qingji seemed to have received an order. Her small figure instantly leaped up from Xinghan's palm, turning into a black stream of light, cutting through the silent air and rushing straight into the distance.

Xinghan stared at the stream of light intently, looking forward to what was about to happen.

Suddenly, an astonishing force erupted from the center of the stream of light.

That power was like a black bomb that exploded instantly, releasing energy that could destroy the world.

Under the impact of this force, the surrounding rubble scattered like dust blown by a strong wind.

The entire space seemed to be shaken by this force, making bursts of roars.

Xinghan showed a surprised expression and was shocked by this amazing scene.

He had never thought that such a petite girl like Heiwu Qingji could release such terrifying power.

Extreme destruction, extreme construction, perhaps this is the truth.

However, what surprised them even more was that after the explosion, this force did not dissipate into the air, but gathered again.

The scattered black mist quickly swirled and condensed in the air, gradually forming a new figure.

That was Kurogiri Kiyohime. She still looked weak, but at this moment she exuded a heart-pounding aura.

She slowly flew back to Xinghan's front, wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead, and tidied her already black hair, as if the amazing power just now was only part of her small display, and her clothes were only messed up because of the strong wind.

"This... this is unbelievable!" Xinghan looked at Heiwu Qingji in front of him in shock, his voice trembling a little.

At this moment, Qing Ji's voice came out, "Hey, little guy, it seems that you do have extraordinary power."

Kurogiri Kiyohime nodded quickly and shook her little head proudly, as if she was enjoying Kiyohime's praise of her.

"Little guy, you must make good use of this power in the future."

Kurogiri Kiyohime nodded slightly, as if she understood what Kiyohime said.

Her flower-like eyes flashed with determination in the darkness, as if announcing that she would become Xinghan and Qingji's most reliable partner.

"Now, let me find a suitable position for you." Xinghan held his chin, thinking that letting this little guy get close to him might be a decision that is both dangerous and safe.

Just now, letting this little guy stay on his head without asking any questions was simply a gamble.

If Kurogi Kiyohime had no intelligence at all and only liked to turn into fireworks like white eggs, red eggs, and blue eggs, his brain would have exploded long ago.

How about letting him float in the air? Wouldn't that be a bit tiring...

Although Heiwu Qingji is a little person with a human body and a snake tail, she has no wings. Will it consume extra spiritual energy to fly?

Wouldn't excessive consumption of spiritual energy have a negative impact on Qing Ji? !

If there was a pole to support this little guy...

Wait, if that's the case, wouldn't Xinghan become a food spirit? !

Thinking of this, Xinghan decided to let him stay on his shoulder.

"Come on, take a look at my shoulders. Are they worthy of your support?!" Xinghan patted one shoulder and smiled at the little girl...