Shikigami Cultivation Guide

The next day, the sky gradually brightened.

After Hannya woke up, she picked up Yimulian who was sleeping in her collarbone socket, and clamped her thumb and index finger under Yimulian's armpit.at a glance

Lian was startled awake by the sudden leap into the air, and looked at him with wide lavender eyes.

Prajna smiled sweetly: "Good morning, my lord of food reserves." The light of the morning sun refracted his pale golden eyes, and his eyes stretched from one glance to the next.

Looking at it, I think his voice is even more beautiful.

"Good morning, it's dawn, and it's time for us to go." Yimu looked back at him, although he was tucked under his arm, he looked in a good mood

Son, with arms folded and smiling back to Prajna.

"Well, that's what you said." Prajna said, and put Yimulian on her left shoulder, "Speaking of which, Mr. Grain Reserve is really a gentle god.

Tomorrow. "

As the clogs stepped on the ground, the bright and dark shadows of the leaves fell on Prajna and Yimulian. Soon after, the sky in the distance was full of light, rendering a

At sunrise, the golden crow cries blood, and the splendid scene of Tai Wu writing.In an instant, the wind and clouds dissipated, the magnificent brilliance of the dawn splashed on the earth, and a round of red sun gradually rose from the horizon.

Hannya's footsteps were steady, and Yi Mulian sat on his shoulder, only feeling a slight jolt.

Banruo's eyes looked ahead, and his footsteps stopped. A dewdrop on the tip of the grass trembled slightly, and rolled down on his instep, bringing a little cold touch.

"What's wrong?" Yimulian asked, tugging at his short blonde hair.

Banruo smiled slightly and said, "Do you want to fly?"

"Huh?" Before Yimulian could reply, the black snake behind Banruo jumped out from the huge mask skeleton plate, and circled in front of them continuously.Prajna jumped slightly and sat on the snake.

"Linhei, let's go, you always know where I'm going." Banruo touched Hei Snake's head, the snake bared its venomous fangs, and flew towards the sky with a message.

The black snake flew higher and higher, and the field of vision of Hannya and Yimulian became wider and wider, until finally, the eyes of the rivers and mountains of Heianjing were included, and they felt extremely broad-minded, and their hearts were relieved.The wind quickly blew past the bodies of the two of them, and their hair and clothes fluttered with the wind.Banruo put Yimulian in the palm of his hand to prevent him from being blown away by the wind.

He closed his eyes and smiled to feel the speed of the wind, the sound of the sky and the earth in the morning light, and the soft murmur of the water vapor. The morning sun reflected on his smiling cheeks, which was so beautiful that it made one's heart skip a beat.

There is something murmuring in the heart, loneliness, freedom, companionship, emotion, all turned into a clear emotional torrent, wandering between heaven and earth with the sound of the wind.

Prajna's hands gradually opened, embracing the wind and the mist of the morning light like a flying bird, embracing the world.Fine droplets of water condensed on his golden eyelashes, and then gathered into a drop, which was quickly blown away by the wind.

"I want to become stronger, I'm not alone—" His voice spread along the wind, rain, and Liuyun Xialan.

I'm not alone--

I'm not alone--

I'm not alone--

In the long life of monsters, who can trust and stay together forever?

The relationship of mutual use, the smirk of grabbing power, the cruelty of being abandoned and betrayed, the pain of not getting what you want, the obsession for revenge, the forced helplessness of having to manipulate everyone if you want to break out of the vicious circle, unable to depend on each other, unable to stay together.

Hannya once thought that as long as she became very strong, she might be able to break out of this vicious circle?

Linhei flew for a long time, and his speed gradually slowed down.

Hannya's mood calmed down, but her golden eyes were still shining with a light full of expectation.

Four years, my friend, my only friend, we can finally see each other again.

He even shook Yimulian's hand slightly with excitement.

Yimulian was startled by his soaring posture just now, and almost thought that Hannya would throw himself from the sky, but finally found out that he had an emotional outburst because he was finally going to meet someone he hadn't seen for many years.

Seeing his madness, a faint surprise rose in his heart, does this monster still have such a side?

Compared with his casual and lazy appearance, sometimes ruthless and sometimes sweet smile, this is still more cute.

At least emotionally it's true.

"I said, Master Grain Reserve, have you ever had friends?" Banruo asked with a smile, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking at the magnificent scenery in the distance.

"The villagers used to be my friends." Yimu Lian replied.

"Well... now?"

"Now I should have a friend or two."

"Why do you say that?"

"Gods need worshipers to survive. The more humans who believe in gods, the stronger the gods will be. Otherwise, the gods will be weaker. If there is no one left, then there is no meaning for me to continue to exist." Looking back at each other, her lavender eyes trembled slightly, her voice was depressingly hoarse, and there was even a hint of crying.

Banruo was silent, and comfortingly touched Yimulian's head with a finger of the other hand.

"Let me believe in you, you will not disappear." Prajna said, her voice soft and calm.

Yimulian shook his head: "No, you just pity me, you don't need me, you don't really need me from the bottom of your heart, you don't believe in me, your pious heart can't reach my heart, it won't make me grow up Big. And, you're not human."

The atmosphere suddenly condensed, and the two did not talk for a long time.

The wind rustled across the cheeks, and Prajna broke the silence: "You will never disappear. As long as you still have believers, as long as there is the last one, you will not disappear."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yimu Lian shrunk again, and the whole god looked even smaller. Banruo held him in his hands, as if he was holding a hazelnut.

"what happened!"

"Just now one of my believers died due to being too old." Yimulian replied, his voice was almost condensed, with extreme restraint, but still trembling.

The heavy breath enveloped them again, and after a long time, Prajna said: "I will not let you disappear, I will find a way to prevent you from disappearing... You are my food reserve, you are dead, I will Where can I find such a good food reserve?"

His golden eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and the scenery on both sides whizzed by.

After a long time, I heard Yimulian reply in a very low voice: "Thank you, Ah Ruo."

Banruo turned her cheek and didn't look at him, bit her lip, and then gave an extremely awkward "hmm".

What's wrong with him, not only agreed to such a thing, but also reluctantly accepted this intimate title.

He may have been poisoned.

I think this guy looks like he could be a friend.

No, no, this guy is his last food reserve.

The author has something to say:

After getting out of this chapter, I am still very happy to write it. I think this CP is so cute.

In addition, I want to make an announcement. This article will be finished before the Chinese New Year. It is estimated to be about 20 to 30 words. After it is finished, I will overhaul it.Because it's the first time I've written such a long article, so... I want to get a physical book for myself, is there anything you guys want?For the physical book, a lot of content that has not been published on the website will be added, such as the story of Ootengu and Kuro Seimei, the memoirs of Kuro Seimei's team, a story between Yamato no Orochi and Kuro Seimei, and the story of Yamato no Orochi and the emperor. . .And what about wine. . .you know. . .In short, the brain hole opened to the sky.

After the New Year, everyone should be able to get the book.if desired.The main thing is to commemorate it, not to make money.After getting the sample booklet, I will send photos in the group, and I will send it to you after passing the test.

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Thank you all, put the lid on the pot and escape.