Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Dou Ya Wang's words were like a breeze passing through the courtyard. When Shegan suddenly turned around, the silver-haired figure had disappeared.

She hurriedly flapped her wings and flew to the edge of the pond. She looked at Nurarihyon, who was still breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the pool, Niu Gui was still holding the unconscious Hua Piao tightly, with a mixture of unwillingness and relief on his blood-stained face.

In the distance came the hurried footsteps of the little monsters, their wooden clogs crushing the water in the yard.

Shegan slowly stood up, but still stared blankly at the void where Douya King had disappeared - there were only a few swirling fallen leaves left, glowing with a pale golden light in the twilight.

"The Nura Clan won't get far in this chaotic world."

Memories suddenly flooded back.

On that autumn evening, the maple leaves on Mount Kurama were burning brightly.

The wings of Yatagarasu-sama, who possessed the power of prophecy, spread out in the sunset glow, casting a shadow over himself as he knelt on the stone steps.

"Follow the Overlord who defeated Nura and witness true peace and prosperity."

A gust of wind swept through the real courtyard, blowing away the illusory memories in her ears.

Shegan subconsciously pressed down his blown hair and let out a breath softly.

………………

"Nurarihyon lost."

Inside the palace, Plutomon put down his teacup and said this.

There was neither the arrogance of a winner nor deliberate pity on his face, only calmness.

It was as if Nura's defeat was just a lighthearted greeting of "Have you eaten?"

Yuyuko pursed her lips, bent her slender waist slightly, pressed her jade fingers on the edge of the couch, and the curve of her standing up was like a crescent moon breaking through the clouds.

Her long raven-feather-like hair cascaded down from her shoulders, revealing a section of her snow-white ankle when her toes touched the ground. Her beautiful black eyes swept past the Pluto Beast and looked straight at the palace gate.

The silver-haired king was walking towards the floating light and shadows in the hall.

The two men's eyes met in the air, and suddenly there was an electric current in the empty room. The gauze curtains hanging in the hall moved without wind, and the rustling sound vaguely revealed the twisted air ripples between the two men.

A strand of black hair on Yuyi Fox's temples suddenly broke off by itself.

The falling hair caught fire in mid-air before it even touched the ground and turned to ashes in an instant.

"Kings!"

Plutomon suddenly stood up and saluted respectfully standing aside.

"The guest minister is going to take over the Nura Clan."

Douya walked in leisurely and sat on Yuyuko's couch like the owner of this place. He glanced at the quickly departing figure of Plutomon and leaned back lazily.

His posture was so relaxed that it seemed as if this distinguished seat was born to be his throne.

"My previous messages to you have all fallen on deaf ears."

Dou Yasui's golden eyes reflected the stunning figure of Yuyokofox as she spun around.

A faint fragrance floated between the woman's spinning skirts. Her eyelashes drooped slightly, letting the enchanting fragrance penetrate into her heart. She squinted her eyes comfortably and spoke slowly.

"Now, can I have a good talk with you, Your Excellency?"

Yuyuko smiled when she heard that, raised her hips slightly, and sat down on the table behind her, leaving a breathtaking and full curve, like a dark peony blooming in the night.

When she crossed her legs gracefully, her skirt slipped down, revealing her slender legs that were as white as snow.

The wooden clogs with their toes lightly hooked are hanging with a line of falling sunset, and the jade toes dyed with red nail polish are shining with the luster of mother-of-pearl in the afterglow.

The golden-red sunset penetrated the window lattice, weaving a translucent veil around her.

The absolutely amazing vixen gently raised her slender hands and slowly and sexyily brushed the hair on her chest behind her ears.

Her condescending and arrogant look made Douya inexplicably excited.

Chapter 200: Not Falling into Reincarnation, Heavenly Prison Fang (Additional Update)

"Fighting Fang King..."

The feathered fox's fingertips gently stroked her lips, and the collar of her gorgeous clothes opened slightly during the movement, revealing a touch of creamy snow-white skin.

"When you become king...what do you want?"

The nobility accumulated over thousands of years and the charm that oozes from her bones are intertwined in her.

At this moment, that face as delicate as porcelain was filled with rare seriousness.

The halo of the setting sun gave her outline an illusory soft light, and even her drooping eyelashes cast a butterfly-wing-like shadow on her cheek.

However, the man only looked at her inch by inch with an aggressive gaze, like a raging bandit army, ready to scrape the ground three feet deep——

From the jade feet hanging on the edge of the table, to the plump thighs faintly visible at the slit of the skirt, to the full and attractive curves of the upper body, it finally freezes on that face that is so beautiful that it can bring disaster to the country.

Yuyokofun, who knew what Tougaou meant, took a deep breath.

The pair of plump breasts hidden under the gorgeous clothes, as she suppressed her deep breaths, outlined a thrilling surge on the black satin.

The butterfly patterns embroidered with gold thread and silver stripes fluttered their wings as if ready to fly amidst the ups and downs.

The snow-white skin faintly revealed at the intersection of the collar was glowing with a faint, angry rose color.

"Ah..."

She suddenly folded her arms across her chest.

This unrestrained posture makes the full chest line more prominent, and the fabric makes the unique rustling sound of silk when rubbed against it.

"If my graceful figure can catch the eye of King Douya, then His Majesty will enjoy it."

As a reincarnated monster, Yuyuko doesn't care if her body is taken away by others. What really matters to her is her true body manifested by her soul.

So, whatever happens next, just treat it as feeding the dog.

Yuyuko raised her delicate legs and waved them in front of Toga King.

Perhaps moved by her words, or perhaps brought back to his senses by her beautiful feet, Douya chuckled and said, "What do you want?"

"Of course he is the strongest forever!"

Douya glanced at the unexpected look on Yuyokuni's face, supported his chin with one hand, and admired this stunning beauty with a delicious look.

"Do you think what I want is all the beauties in the world and the power to rule the world?"

He sneered, "Those beauties and power are just freebies of my invincible strength, just like now..."

Dou Ya reached out and grabbed the slender ankle, his thumb stroking the pale blue veins on the inside, leaving a crimson mark on the snow-white skin.

The feathered fox's toes trembled, and it went from tense resistance to gentle submission in just a moment.

Douya chuckled and said, "How can you resist my invincible power?"

"In the context of time, so-called beauties are nothing more than products on an assembly line. There are as many as you want, and the same is true for you."

A trace of anger flashed across Yuyuko's delicate face. She pulled her ankle out of the dog man's hand and said coldly.

"King Douya, the worst that can happen to me is death, and I will just wait for reincarnation in hell!"

"In the context of time, being invincible now doesn't guarantee you'll be invincible in the future. Sooner or later, your soul will return to hell!"

Facing the toughened Yuyuko, Douya couldn't help but laugh.

"I use all living beings as nourishment, so how can they possibly surpass me?"

From these brief words, Yuyuko came to a truth that horrified her.

"What's more, I also want your state of reincarnation without falling into reincarnation!"

The five fingers with distinct joints clasped Yuyi Fox's snow-white neck like iron clamps, and with the sound of her gorgeous clothes shattering, she was dragged into the twisted void fissure!

At the last moment, Yuyuko burst out with powerful demonic power, and its nine snow tails exploded in the void.

The dark blue fox fire condensed from demonic power burned the edge of the crack madly, and the nails made a harsh sound as they scraped against the space barrier.

But with Douya's crisp snap of his fingers——

A rope emerged from the void, tied it into a tortoise shell, and pulled it back into the depths of the void.

The clogs thrown off Yuroko's feet during her struggle and hitting the jade floor tiles made a crisp sound, which became the last echo in the palace.

"Done. Now it's time to finish the job. Who should I contact?"

Tessaiga's clone turned his head to look at the figure kneeling at the temple gate, and walked over leisurely.

Her long silver-gray hair was loosely tied up with a purple crystal hairpin, revealing a fine layer of cold sweat on the back of her neck.

The rising moonlight flowed along the taut lines of her spine, outlining the curve of her hips over her shoulders under her palace dress in a breathtaking way.

The rounded curves that rose high from the sitting posture, the dimples in the waist that were faintly visible under the thin silk fabric, the outline of the butterfly bones that rose and fell with the trembling breathing...

"Scared?"

Douya leaned over, lifted Yiji's chin with his fingertips, and carefully admired the beauty's tearful face when she raised her head.

There were tiny tear crystals on her trembling eyelashes, her cherry-colored lips were bitten pale by her pearly teeth, her wet silver-gray bangs were stuck to her forehead, and the purple crystal hairpin in her hair was shaky.

Those blue eyes—

The pupils, which were originally as clear as the water of Lake Baikal, were now rippled with bloodshot.

The cherry pink at the end of the eyes had long been stained by tears into a broken sunset.

"It's really... I feel pity for you."

Douya's whisper was like a feather brushing past her ears, and the sigh filled with regret startled Yiji so much that she trembled all over, and her waist, which was squeezed by the belt, swayed like an autumn reed in the wind.

"Douya King...sir..."

Her moan was trembling with twists and turns, the snow under her collarbone rose and fell violently, and the gauze dress soaked in sweat clung to her skin.

The moonlight penetrated the thin fabric, revealing the outline of the tightly closed legs. Even the curve of the arch of the foot, which was stretched when the toes were curled up, revealed a sense of panic beauty.

"rest assured."

Douya comforted her, and his fingertips moved from Yiji's jaw all the way up, his fingertips rolling over her slightly open cherry lips, his nails lightly scratching her straight nose bridge, and finally touching the tip of her nose.

"As stunning as you."