Shikigami Cultivation Guide

Prajna wrapped tightly around Yimulian's arms, and collapsed instantly at the final collapse. The existence of the other party, his existence, heat, sweat, and depressing low panting, turned into a mist-like breath in the morning, covering the whole body.He was loosely dragged onto the bed by the heavy gravitational force, his blond hair was messily scattered on the bed, he covered one eye with one hand, and stared at Yimulian with the other eye half-opened and half-closed, with a faint, soft moan in his throat Vague low smile.

"Yi... Mulian, brother...?" He asked vaguely, with a little bit of confusion.

Yimu went to his forehead, which was hot.

He said softly, "Ah Ruo, take a good rest."

"No, he's coming. Zhu Zi is coming, I can feel it." He closed his eyes and said.

"Ah Ruo, you are afraid of him, why did you go to him?"

Banruo laughed softly, and said softly: "Who is afraid of him...I am not afraid of him, I have you...he, what is there to be afraid of...except...except..."

He spoke intermittently, and after a while, he fell asleep because of his excessive weakness.

Yimulian hugged him tightly, bound him in his arms, and closed his eyes.

When Zhu Zi came to Sanbuxiao, there were no monsters to stop him, but they let him in gently and skillfully.

Although he is an exorcist, he has a strange aura all over his body. Wearing a mask, he is almost no different from a monster.

And he has a clear goal, as long as he is Prajna, there is no need to conflict with other monsters.

The pain in his chest was tearing, if he hadn't eaten what he got earlier, he would have died in a short time.

However, his time is running out, and now he hangs his breath with his obsession, how long he can live depends on his fate.

Prajna is really merciless.

But so what?

He's never been merciful before, and it's not bad this time.

Sanbuxiao set up an arena in the open air, and the monsters fought life-to-life on the field. When they were close together, blood spattered everywhere. After a few games, it was like walking through a rain of blood.

He watched the battle in the arena indifferently. The opponent of a kid about his age was a snake demon.The snake demon came fiercely, the child held a sharp knife, quickly turned around, and scraped past the scales of the snake demon against the direction of growth.Immediately, the snake demon's scales flew out bloody and fleshy, glistening under the light.

One piece flew towards Zhu Zi, and he raised his hand to catch it, with a sad and indifferent expression on his face.

"Guest, what do these scales remind you of?" The owner, who was wearing a black cloak and only showed two gray eyes, quietly appeared behind him and asked in a very gentle voice.

Zhuzi is 17 years old this year. Because of his strength, he is habitually called a man, but he still has a childlike personality in his heart.

He is not wary of ordinary people. Most people in the world have no grudges against him, so there is no need to turn himself into a stabbing hedgehog.

"Four years ago, I killed a snake." Zhu Zi said.

"You must have been very young at that time. It's amazing to be able to do this."

"For a talented exorcist, ability has nothing to do with age." Zhu Zi said, he paused, making people not sure whether his expression was sad or indifferent, "My father thought so. After that, I I met a monster who wanted to eat me."

His eyes were clear and transparent, and he spoke in a gentle and gentle tone.

"Obviously he didn't succeed," said the master.

"No, I seriously injured him by design. He is very smart, but lacks some skills." Zhu Zi said.

"And then?" asked the master.

"He said he could be my friend. He said he knew what my life was like. I should have a friend." Zhu Zi said, his sharp eyebrows were calm, and his face was calm when he said these words, but No one knew what was going on in his mind.

"You agreed?"

"For a while... I felt as if he touched my soul, I don't know how he did it... Anyway, I said yes. I want to have him forever." Zhu Zi said, and then he smiled at his master.

"He's here now, and I'm coming for him. Can you tell me where he is?" He stared into his master's gray eyes.

"You are an exorcist who will cause riots," said the master.

Zhu Zi shook his head gently, his eyes were transparent and clear under the light, and he smiled: "No, I just want him."

"Then would you mind going on stage to fight him?" the host asked.

"If so."

Hannya stood on the ring, looking at Zhu Zi in a black kimono, her pale wrists were still trembling slightly.

"Zhuzi, you survived. I know a dagger can't kill you." Prajna said.

"Ah Ruo, come with me. We can still be like four years ago, you know I always keep my word." Zhu Zi said, the blood oozing from his chest had already stained the inner layer of the kimono.

"Zhuzi, I want to be free."

"..."

blood.

Overwhelming blood.

The attack of the black snake, the mask of the ghost king.

Sharp, glowing daggers slashed through tough flesh.

This battle is just like four years ago. Four years ago, in the starry night dew, a child persistently sacrificed a magic talisman, trying to seal the golden-haired monster.But the ending was so different, last time he was not impaled by a dagger.

Hannya has become smarter and better at using tricks.

At the moment when he was tempted to sacrifice the magic talisman, but he was reluctant to hurt him too deeply and had some scruples, he pierced his heart.

Ah Ruo, my soul felt the temperature of the dagger, it hurt very much.

The only feeling left is this, the blood-stained eyes are the brows of Prajna.

I still remember how he felt when he saw this face for the first time, and couldn't help but want to say "What a beautiful monster".

"What a beautiful monster," he said, and felt himself disappearing, a sense of nothingness hitting him from head to toe.

The whole person turned into soft particles of light, gradually disappearing.

into the dagger that killed him.

Wisdom won, this is the first time he has won him.

In the past, he asked him, why are you so strong, there are so many big monsters in Fujino Castle, they have to obediently say respectful words to you who are only a teenager.

Zhu Zihui answered him calmly: "Because of my talent, the blood of demon masters flows in my body. In my life, there is nothing else except this matter."

Now Zhu Zi is defeated.

Prajna seemed to be floating on the clouds, fluttering off the stage, and Yimulian supported him.

The rules of the arena, no matter who it is, other people are not allowed to help when they are in the arena, otherwise they will all lose their souls.

"Win." Prajna said.

"He's gone," he said, and suddenly wept.

His dagger hummed slightly, glowing softly.

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