Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

After the heavy vermilion lacquered door closed silently, in the deserted Taiji Hall, the pink-haired vampire princess could hear the man's breathing.

The lingering memories of that night resurfaced in her mind, making her feel a little dazed.

The moment she lost consciousness, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist.

When she came to her senses, her back was pressed against Douya's broad and strong chest, and his bony hands were clasped on her slender waist.

The Lord of the Royal Court's body temperature came through her thin dress, making her face flush.

"You were very brave just now."

Douya lifted the woman's chin forcefully. "How dare you speak up for Jiada? I'm really furious right now!"

"If you have a bad temper, go take some medicine to reduce your fever." Akasha, who did not realize the deep meaning of Dou Ya's fight, unconsciously showed his fangs and struggled in shame and anger.

Douya pressed him down on the throne with his backhand, leaned over and pressed him down, then they looked into each other's eyes.

The desire deep in those eyes was thicker than the eternal night and hotter than lava.

Let the pink-haired vampire princess understand what the other party’s anger means.

This belated realization made Akasha's ears instantly burn red.

"Asshole, if you want to do that, go find your woman. I'm not yours..."

"You are my woman too!"

Douya's decisive words cut off Akasha's embarrassed and angry words, and made her stunned for a moment, and her resistance suddenly weakened a little.

"The blood on the hall just now is nothing. My blood is the most precious treasure in the world."

Toga showed a meaningful smile, then picked up Akasha who wanted to resist, but knew that resistance was useless, so he went with the flow and walked into the castle tower.

Needless to say, it was a thrilling battle.

Outside Wonshu, Kinki area.

Toga's Tessaiga clone also arrived outside Kyoto at noon today.

Chapter 198 The Stubborn Person

The scorching midday sun penetrated the clouds, illuminating Kyoto's chessboard-like streets in every detail.

Looking down from a thousand feet in the air, the entire royal city looked like a seal made of green jade.

The Qinglong Road runs from north to south like a straight ribbon, and the small paths in the streets are horizontal and vertical, dividing the city into regular squares.

The Kamo River flows through the city with a luster like broken silver. In the green shade of willows on both sides, the golden roof of the nobles' ox cart can be vaguely seen.

The vermilion lacquer shrine in the northeast corner is dazzling, and the bronze bell of the Onmyoji Ryo in the southwest is ringing to tell the time, startling a sky full of white doves.

In the center of the city, the glazed tiles of the palace reflected the dazzling light, like an imperial jade inlaid in the blue-gray city.

In this bustling Kyoto, an invisible purple-black evil aura covers the entire city.

The aura was like the surging Yangtze River, twisting and changing in the clear sky, and gradually condensed into nine fox tails that covered the sky.

In a quiet Tang-style courtyard in the alley, the sound of metal clashing suddenly arose.

The person on defense is a female practitioner wearing monk's robes, high-heeled wooden clogs, a feather fan at her waist and a crescent-shaped staff in her hand.

In terms of appearance alone, she is rare and outstanding.

Her long blue hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, ending in front of her ankles, and every strand seemed to be dyed with starlight.

The loose and slim monk's robe fluttered with the movement, revealing the light pink skin on the chest - the luster was like the morning glow reflected on the new snow, and it was also like the translucent and smooth skin of the finest mutton-fat jade.

Below is a slender waist. In terms of figure, it is completely a slender fruit.

There is a shallow white bulge on the fair forehead, like a small horn.

Elf-like pointed ears protrude from the hair, and inverted crescent-shaped red marks are symmetrically printed on both cheeks.

And finally, a pair of black wings studded with white feathers fluttered behind it, and two arm-like forelimbs extending from its back shoulders acted as wings.

Although it looks weird, underneath the stunning beauty of the female practitioner, there is a strange beauty of an alien race.

This contradictory yet harmonious demeanor is just like the "non-heaven" described in Buddhist scriptures.

It possesses the majesty of Arhats and Vajra, as well as the charm of flying celestial beings and musicians.

Keng! Clang!

The sharp sound of metal collisions exploded in the courtyard, and sparks flew like rain.

The young man, with black hair covering half of his face, wielded a katana in his hand, drawing a cold arc of light, and each strike was filled with chilling murderous intent.

The eye that was exposed beneath the messy hair was as red as blood, and an almost insane obsession was surging in the depths of the pupil.

(Kill you! Kill you!)

The blade tore through the air, moving with extreme cruelty and viciousness, aiming straight for the female practitioner's throat.

The bluestone beneath the young man's feet cracked as he stepped forward, and the black and purple murderous aura surrounding him solidified into substance, dragging a distorted afterimage behind him - that was the karma that could only be accumulated after killing more than a hundred people.

"laugh--"

The moment the crescent-shaped staff blocked, the boy suddenly changed his tactics.

The tip of the knife dived down like a poisonous snake and pierced the heart. This move was extremely vicious.

On Mount Kurama, Shagan, who was assigned to Nuratoki by Yashaguro to train under him, frowned, reached for the feather fan at his waist with one hand, and swung it violently.

"Can't lose! Can't lose!"

A strong wind suddenly blew, causing the blade to deflect.

The young man let out a hoarse and hateful roar, with evil spirit surrounding him, like an evil ghost descending to the world!

This person's original name was Umewakamaru, and he was a human boy born into a minister's family in the capital.

He lost his father at the age of five and went to Mount Hiei to practice Buddhism at the age of seven.

In that holy place of Buddhism where morning bells and evening drums can exclude outstanding younger generations, the anecdote of a ten-year-old child breaking a diamond with one hand is still passed on orally among monks.

Until the blood-stained letter from home was torn into pieces and everything was calm - the lady disappeared on the way up the mountain.

On the way to find his mother, he was swallowed by a cow ghost. The rotten body in the abdominal cavity but still with body temperature became the last straw that broke his rationality.

When the young boy rushed out of the monster's belly holding his mother's skeletal remains, he could no longer tell whether what splashed on his face was blood or tears.

In order to pay his respects to his mother, he sat on a Jingguan built with hundreds of human corpses, with a tamed mountain demon kneeling at his feet.

The moonlight illuminated his mother's skull in his hand, and also illuminated the man who suddenly appeared on top of the pile of corpses and smiled at him.

After a crushing defeat, exhausted both physically and mentally, the Ushio, resigned to his own death, saw the man reach out his hand to him instead of raising his blade.

How about I be your family?

An indescribable throbbing spread in my heart. From then on, there was one less ferocious and cruel cattle demon in the mountain, and the Nura group gained a capable general!

(So ​​I must become stronger!)

During these years in the Nura Group, he continued to hone himself like a blood-thirsty blade.

He is cold and indifferent to his teammates and cruel and brutal to his enemies, and only restrains his minions in front of Nurarihyon.

All the paranoia and madness turned into the same obsession - to become a knife worthy of that hand!

The Niu Gui swung his sword to cut through the strong wind, without dodging or evading, and rushed towards the whistling tin staff!

Click——!

The heavy crescent-shaped staff hit his left shoulder hard, and the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

He used this force to spin and charge forward, determined to drive the tip of the knife into his opponent's heart regardless of injury.

The wild and ferocious fighting style of the Bull Ghost shocked Shegan, who was still in a sparring mood and was about to apologize for his attack.

The moment she flapped her wings and retreated, she was still a step too late.

The tip of the knife was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and when it was about to pry open the collar of her clothes that was lifted up by her huge breasts, the air in the courtyard suddenly rippled like ink.

A vermilion lacquered pipe emerged from the void and lightly held the tip of the snow-white knife.

The green wind blade formed by Shegan's subconscious flapping of wings was easily extinguished by a figure that appeared like a light ink stain, and then a helpless voice sounded in the ears of the two.

"Fortunately, I made it in time."

The cunning ghost looked at Shegan, who looked frightened and angry. This was the retainer he had invited from Yashakugushi of Kuramayama by spending fine wine.

With Shegan, we can maintain a bridge of communication with the powerful Yashaku.

Compared to the beauty's fighting ability, Nuraku admires her beautiful face more.

(My relationship with Yashakusou was almost ruined by this stubborn kid.)

(How strange! A normal boy would blush when meeting such a beautiful older sister...)

Nurarihyon turned around again with an unwilling look on his face, as if he still wanted to prove that he was the second best in the Nura clan.

The pipe in his left hand pushed away his knife blade and hit his forehead where veins were bulging, making a crisp sound.

"You idiot, Shegan is an important partner, not a mortal enemy, why do you have to hurt yourself so badly?"

The sunlight passed through the cow ghost's messy hair, illuminating his face, which was pale due to blood loss.

The sly ghost recalled the rainy night many years ago - the blood-soaked boy was holding his mother's remains, looking up at him stubbornly.

(After all, she is still a child...)

The spark in the pipe flickered for a moment.

Nurarihyon could no longer bear to scold him any further. This talented young man, who regarded him as his father, sighed softly.

"Go down and recuperate, and focus your energy on the enemy from now on."

"As you command, General."

The bull ghost lowered his head, clasped the sword handle with his blood-stained fingertips, and slowly sheathed the magic sword.

The sound of metal friction was mixed with the sound of bones being repositioned. He just frowned and said nothing.

His left shoulder, which had collapsed when he saluted, tilted unnaturally, and the hideous wound was painful just to look at.

When he stood up, his gaze never shifted a bit, and he didn't even glance at Shegan, who had a complicated expression.