Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

He just dragged his staggering steps into the house, and his clogs left long bloody marks on the bluestone slabs.

Da da da...

The moment the paper door was opened, there was a panic rustling sound in the house.

Several little monsters who were peeking rolled and crawled into the shadows.

The lone Ox Ghost walked through the corridor as if he hadn't heard anything.

Wherever he went, everyone gave way.

(It's like a murderer passing through.)

Not until his back completely disappeared into the depths of the corridor did a brave little monster stick its head out.

But on each piece of the tatami mat that Niu Gui had just walked on, tiny blood plumes were oozing out - with every step he took, he was using his demonic power to forcibly connect the broken bones.

When the paper door finally closed, a dull thud of a human body hitting the tatami could be faintly heard.

"Arrange for a doctor to see that kid, don't let anything happen to him."

Nurarihyon called the frightened Natto-chan over, and after making all the arrangements, he turned to look at Shegan who was hesitant to speak, and waved his hand.

"Don't mind it. That kid had a rough time in his youth, so it's inevitable that he has an extreme personality. Please be understanding."

Shegan suffered no actual losses, and her years of training had made her more open-minded than most people. Seeing that Nurarihyon had no intention of continuing, she clasped her hands together and said.

"General, I have also learned some healing spells. If you allow me, I hope to make up for my mistakes."

The sly ghost's pipe stopped in mid-air, and he looked at Shegan with satisfaction, "Thank you for your trouble."

He watched the figure with fluttering blue hair disappear around the corner of the corridor. Even the smell of blood in the air faded a little as the feathered robe passed by.

The wind chimes on the eaves rang softly, and the startled deer in the courtyard fell over, splashing in the water—

A figure had been leaning against the vermilion lacquered pillar.

"You are!"

Nurarihyon's pipe almost slipped out of his hand, but he regained his composure in an instant.

He walked slowly toward the outer corridor, his wooden clogs stepping across the boundary between sunlight and shadow, and finally sat cross-legged three steps away from the figure.

"I really envy you."

Nurarihyon's voice was tinged with age, and smoke rings came out of his mouth.

"His own strength is unrivaled, and he has countless powerful men under his command. A few days ago, he killed the human-faced poisonous dragon and the Death Ghost..."

The sunlight illuminated the visitor's long silver hair, and also illuminated the rare dejection in Huapiao's eyes.

"So, is it my turn now?"

The moment the deer was full again, what was reflected on the water was clearly—

Lord of the Royal Court, King Douya!

"You are quite frank."

Douya narrowed his eyes, looked carefully at the relaxed Nurarihyon, chuckled, and sat down beside him leisurely.

Douya had some admiration for the Lord of Demons who had made a great vow and vowed to protect the weak monsters.

If not for this, he should have been thrown into the devouring space and completely destroyed like the Death Ghost, and there would be no reason for him to nag here.

"Monsters are no different from humans. No matter how strong or weak they are, they will eventually return to dust."

Nurarihyon gently put down his pipe, and the swirling smoke was penetrated by the sunlight, suddenly reflecting a traveler who had gained some enlightenment.

"If that's the case, why should I be so afraid of death and become a laughing stock?"

"Yes, you are better than the Death Ghost."

Douya praised him generously, then changed the subject, "I came to Kyoto mainly to meet Yuyuko."

"Meeting you was purely accidental."

When the sly ghost heard the word "accidentally", his originally relaxed brows suddenly stiffened, and the gloom in his eyes almost solidified.

"Then it is my misfortune?"

"Why not say it's your luck?"

Douya retorted, tapping his fingertips lightly on the scabbard. "I am willing to chat with you here. I am sure you know the deep meaning of this."

The sly ghost took a deep puff of cigarette, and the smoke rolled in his lungs, as if it wanted to burn his thoughts as well.

After a long time, he slowly exhaled, and the smoke rings lingered in the air, just like his complicated emotions at the moment.

"In the Nura group, there are only three high-level monsters left. The most promising one is Ushi-oni, and the other two are just ordinary ones."

Nurarihyon's voice was low and calm. "The rest of the monsters are not worthy of the royal court's attention, so I won't waste my words on them."

"In this chaotic world, they are just like banana leaves swaying in the wind. They live one day at a time."

Having said that, he turned his head slightly and looked at Douya with a hint of earnestness in his eyes.

"The Ushi-Ki has the talent to attack the great monsters, but he is too stubborn."

"If he offends me in the future, I hope King Douya will be more tolerant of him because he is still young and energetic."

"In addition, there is a practitioner from Kurama Mountain named Shegan. Although he is temporarily staying in the Nura Group, he is not one of us after all."

"She has a kind heart and lives a peaceful life. I hope Your Majesty will not make things difficult for her."

The cunning ghost paused, and suddenly a smile that all men understand appeared on his face.

The big monster, who spoke flowery words but was actually devoted, whispered, "And the cumshot is quite beautiful!"

Looking at Nurarihyon who seemed to be making arrangements for his last affairs, Touga raised his eyebrows slightly and asked back.

"how about you?"

"I?"

Nurarihyon's gaze passed over Toga and looked into the distance, as if he had penetrated time and saw the years that had long passed.

After a moment of trance, Nura Sakurai suddenly smiled - that smile was filled with relief and a certain determination.

The next moment, he looked directly into Douya's eyes, and the arrogance of the Lord of a Hundred Demons was completely awakened at this moment, sweeping away the decadence in his body, leaving only fiery determination.

"Why don't you try how heavy the king's sword is--" He grinned, revealing an almost provocative smile.

"How can I be willing?"

"You say others are stubborn, but you are no different."

Douya stared at him, a hint of dangerous amusement in his eyes.

"But you have to understand that not being afraid of death doesn't mean you're willing to seek it. My tolerance is limited."

Nurarihyon laughed loudly upon hearing this, and his laughter echoed in the courtyard.

He responded without hesitation, "From a weak position to where I am today, I rely on my unwillingness to give up!"

His voice suddenly dropped, and a light shone in his eyes. "If I retreat today, I won't be myself anymore!"

Douya's expression was calm, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. "Then I'll let you do it."

In an instant, two powerful demonic powers collided in the courtyard, shocking everyone.

Chapter 199 Fried Persimmon (more updates)

"This is... the breath of a great monster!"

Niu Gui's huddled consciousness suddenly cleared, and when he opened his eyes, the familiar wooden ceiling was shaking in his sight.

Shegan's gorgeous yet solemn face came into view. Between her slender fingers were several talismans glowing with green light.

"Don't move!"

The woman shouted, the healing spell condensed in her palm already emitting ripples of spiritual light.

Without hesitation, she pressed the talisman on the wound on Niu Gui's left shoulder, which had just been bandaged. The surge of spiritual power caused a sharp pain.

"The Generalissimo is fighting! I must—"

"You are a high-level monster. You are nothing compared to a god-like monster. What do you need?!"

Shegan interrupted with a sneer, increasing the force of his fingertips to press down on his struggling body.

"Could it be that you want the general to divide his attention to protect you?!"

These words were like a sharp blade, piercing the most fragile self-esteem of the cow ghost.

His tense muscles gradually relaxed, and an unwilling groan escaped from between his teeth.

Seeing that Niu Gui was quite sensible, Shegan's attitude softened.

She gathered the remaining talismans neatly, and the spiritual light on her fingertips gradually dissipated like a firefly.

"Don't let the wound open again. If you get hurt again, you might end up with a disability."

Leaving this serious warning, she turned around and opened the door.

The outside of the house was already crowded with frightened little demons, their furry heads huddled together.

Seeing Shegan coming out, he immediately rushed forward as if he had found his backbone.

These days, this gentle, capable, and god-like Crow Tengu has long become one of the most trusted people in the group.

"Lord Shegan! What on earth is——"

"I do not know anything."

Shegan raised his hand to stop the chattering questions, and the wings behind him brushed the nose of the little civet cat crowded in the front.

"But instead of panicking here, we should be prepared to evacuate or fight."

Facing pairs of confused and worried eyes, Shegan spoke helplessly.

She passed through the group of bewildered monsters, and when she arrived at the courtyard, the scene that came into her eyes made her breath stop.

The silver-haired man stood there leisurely.

Opposite him, his own general tensed his whole body as if he was on the edge of an abyss.