[Onmyoji] Master Seimei Reborn

The bride of the network blocked the way of Qingming and Butterfly Spirit. Qingming observed their actions and secretly gathered spiritual power, "Speaking spirit. Bind!" In an instant, the chains rose from the ground, interlaced around the bride of the network, and trapped her.

"There are two things, kid." The bride sneered, although she couldn't move, she had no timidity, "Do you think it can end like this?" She glanced at Qingming meaningfully.

While Qingming was in doubt, an evil-killing arrow passed over his head, and shot straight/at the binding formation he had set up, and the pentagram formation that was chaotically positioned gave the bride a chance to take advantage of it.It attracted a hundred insects to bite, and once she broke free, she crazily launched a counterattack, and countless spiders changed directions, rushing towards Qingming and the others.

Qingming was shocked by the intervention of the Xiexie Arrow. When he came back to his senses, he realized the danger and was about to cast a spell to set up a barrier. Suddenly, his neck tightened and his feet hung in the air.

"Little devil, blocking the way."

Boya. . .Qingming turned her head abruptly, and the familiar face of her friend suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, but at this moment, Boya looked at him with completely unfamiliar eyes, without the expression of the past.

Why did Boya appear in the realm of illusion? Could it be that he followed him here?If it is true, why don't you recognize yourself, and why help others?Countless questions appeared in Qingming's mind one after another, and she couldn't make out the clues.The only thing that can be confirmed is that no matter how much he wants to use the onmyoji's magic power to prove the authenticity of this person, he can only come to one conclusion, the one in front of him is the genuine Boya, not transformed by other monsters, then there is only one possibility, Boya Being controlled, and those who can control Boya must not be ordinary people.Except for Hei Qingming, he hardly thinks about it.

Soon, the Butterfly Essence fell into the clutches of the Bride again, and her whole body was wrapped in spider silk into a chrysalis, unable to move.The bride of the network grinned grinningly, and waved the Butterfly Spirit to the side, a pair of aged hands.

"Haven't you been looking for her for a long time? This time, your wish has been fulfilled. She is yours. You can deal with it as you like."

The witch and gu master couldn't put it down holding the butterfly essence, his eyes glistening, "Little cutie, I will take good care of you, you must be better than other babies, hahaha."

Qingming was about to move, but Boya grabbed his hands and trapped him behind him, "You should worry about yourself, brat."

"Bo Ya?"

"Why, kid, do you know me?" Boya seemed to be interested, staring at Qingming's face, "It seems familiar, let me think about it..."

"Yuan Boya, what are you thinking, we are ordered to arrest criminals, we can't delay for a moment."

"Hey, you think that criminal is this kid?" Boya brought Qingming closer, looked left and right, "No matter how you look at it, it's just a kid, there's nothing special about it."

"Whether it's special or not, it's not up to you and me to judge. Master Heiqing Qingming has his own reasons. Bring him here quickly, and I will take care of it myself."

Boya picked up a strand of spider silk, wrapped it around Qingming's wrist, bound his two little hands, and then clamped the person by his side, "Of course I'm taking care of the person I'm arresting. Pleasing to the eye."

The bride secretly gritted her teeth. If Master Heiqing Qingming hadn't told him not to conflict with this person, and she was quite afraid of the evil arrow in his hand, she would have wanted to let the worms bite this arrogant guy to death.

Qingming kept the same posture all the time, and was brought to a long-abandoned temple by them. Boya swept the dust on the floor, pulled the futon aside, put Qingming on the futon, and sat on the side, looking after himself Wipe the bow and arrow.

The bride of the network stopped on the left side of the two, her eight claws firmly grasped the ground, and her upper body leaned on the pillar to rest.

"I heard that your name is also Qingming?" After putting away his bow and arrow, Boya wanted to chat with this captured kid for the first time.

"Yes, I am Seimei Abe."

"It's strange to say that when I hear the word Qingming, I always feel that I have heard it somewhere before, so that when I see that guy Hei Qingming, I also have a sense of familiarity."

"Bo Ya, have you ever wondered why?"

Boya sneered, "You little brat, you call me by my name so easily, that's all, what do I care about with a child. It's unlucky for you to be followed by Hei Qingming."

Listening to Boya's tone, it doesn't seem to be in awe of the dark and clear, so why is all this?After thinking about it, Qingming asked unconsciously, "Why do you work for Hei Qingming?"

"Well, to put it bluntly, that guy also saved my life."

"Grace for saving my life?" Qingming was even more puzzled now.

"It was that guy who saved me and Kagura from those monsters back then on Mount Heiye, and that's how I am now."

An answer lingers in Qingming's heart, ready to come out. Disordered memory, non-existent stories, Boya's symptoms are similar. . .

"Do you especially like a kind of purple flower?"

"Could it be possible that you, little devil, will take a supplementary test? They all said that you are an onmyoji, and it seems that what you say is true." Boya crossed his arms and looked at Qingming, "Your name is Qingming, so I will call you directly. "

"It's okay, Boya can call you whatever you want."

"Hahaha, old-fashioned brat." Boya laughed loudly, disturbing the bride who closed her eyes and was concentrating.

"Why do you talk so much? I didn't see you say a word to any of us in the past, but today I had a good chat with this brat."

"Let me say what I say, it's none of your business as a spider." Boya has long disliked the bride of the net, and he can't tell where he is offended, but he just doesn't want to get along with her in peace from the bottom of his heart.

"You..." Luo Xin was impatient, but thinking of Hei Qingming, she held back the breath again.

They stayed in the temple until the sky turned dark. It turns out that this is the lair of the bride. They have to stay here until they see Hei Qingming. It is safe for Qingming now, but it is safe for Butterfly Spirit. Not so easy to say.Thinking of this, Qingming pondered how he could get out quickly. If he had a conflict with the local government now, Boya would definitely intervene, but this time he was not on his side, and his chances of winning would be greatly reduced.

But if it continues to drag on, I'm afraid Butterfly Spirit's life will be lost.Qingming quietly observed Boya's expression, and said tentatively, "Boya, you like to play the flute, right? It's so quiet now, how about playing a song?"

Boya looked at Qingming in surprise, "How would you know? It's a divination again?"

"If I said I knew it early on, would I have known it in the first place?" Qingming's eyes looked straight at Boya, they were as clear as a child's, but there were thousands of words in his eyes, which made the people on the other side unable to understand.

Boya froze for a moment, then fell silent. He took out the bamboo flute pinned to his waist and put it to his lips. This time, the tune was poignant and sad, as if there were thousands of knots lingering in his heart.

Network Bride suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and suddenly turned her head, "Can you be quiet for a while."

The sound of the bamboo flute stopped abruptly, and Boya held the bamboo flute in his hand to play, "Just say that you, a spider, have no appreciation, and you won't understand what tune you play."

"You don't care if I understand or not, you go outside the temple and break some branches, I will be useful."

"Why don't you go by yourself?" Boya kept the original posture without moving.

"Master Dark Seimei told you to help me as much as possible."

"Tch, got it. Hey, brat, I'll be back in a while, so be good and don't move around." Boya warned Qingming, and then turned to the bride, "You don't have to think about anything."

After Boya left, the bride of the network changed her impatient look, and stared at Qingming with a cold face, "Little devil, what do you want to do?"

Qingming smiled softly, "I'm tied up now, I can't do anything, what can I do?"

"Why did you let him play the flute? It seems that you know the influence of his flute on people and ghosts. You want to use this to make us fight among ourselves so that we can escape on our own. It's just a dream."

In the end, whose side is in conflict now, Qingming shook his head feebly, "I am waking him up, not provoking him, I understand him, because he is my friend, not your minions."

The bride of the network suddenly realized, and said with a sneer, "Master Hei Qingming is really good at tricks. How about it, Onmyoji, it doesn't feel good to be betrayed by a friend. Why don't I give you a ride first, so that you can't use words to confuse you?" A close friend." She slowly approached Qingming, raised her hand to pinch Qingming's chin, "Let me see, how about eating your tongue first?" As she spoke, the bride approached Qingming, exerting force with her hand, trying to squeeze Qingming away mouth, but Seimei still refused to cooperate, which made her quite annoyed. "Do you think your dying struggles are going to come to fruition?"

Qingming didn't answer her, he couldn't be fooled by her, he didn't speak, let alone open his mouth, he just looked at the new bride calmly, ignoring her provocation.

"If you can't eat your tongue, eat your ears first, so that you will never hear the beautiful sound of the flute again, or eat the tender meat of your face first, and when your face is full of white bones, Yuan Boya Why did that guy stare at this face and talk for a long time. The more he talked, the more he looked forward to it." The worse the bride's words were, the more it proved that her heart was no longer calm, so she threatened herself so impatiently. Qingming saw this clearly and continued to ignore her existence.

With a fierce look in the eyes of the bride, she picked up a black bug with her bare hands and was about to press it on Qingming's face.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I wanted to write about a cold-blooded, unrecognizable Mr. Yuan Boya, but in the end, I became an idiot and loyal dog again after writing it, Fu forehead. . .