Disqualification between tweets

It was raining on the street late at night.

This is a very suitable night for ghosts to travel. Hong Yanmo drove the other guys to sleep, and quietly wiped the sun wheel knife by himself under the lamp.He rubbed it very carefully, as if he was communicating with the knife itself while rubbing, whether it was the light in his eyes or his demeanor, it belonged to the tenderness of a swordsman.

Hong Yanmo would occasionally recall the time when there was no Yan Moting, only his sword was by his side, surrounded by raging waves of ghosts.The tide of ghosts surrendered to him, longing for him to lead them upwards, crushing all worlds they encountered.

At that time, he was considered "Yan Mo", but now, only the warm and lively "Red" remained.

Hong Yanmo retracted the knife and put it back into its sheath, making a slight noise.Suddenly he raised his eyes, the door seemed to be knocked by someone, the sound of the rain outside was getting louder and louder, gradually becoming one piece.Hong Yanmo noticed the familiar breath and blood, he froze for a moment, and then quickly opened the door.

"child……"

As soon as the door opened, he hadn't called out the other party's name, and the other party fell down on him.The pattering blood was sprinkled on the floor, and more than half of the broken left arm was trying to recover, but it was probably torn too many times, and the growth rate had slowed down a lot.In addition, there were a large number of stab wounds, and the blood completely soaked the pope's coat, dripping down continuously.

"Boss..." Tong Mo's voice was very soft, and Hong Yanmo hurried over.

"Don't be in a hurry, what you want to say, take your time."

"Call……"

"Call?"

"Tell Bai Lan to get up and mop the floor!"

After Tong Mo finished speaking, she passed out completely as if she had given up her biggest obsession.

Red Yama: "..."

Now he really wants to throw this Jiujiu away!

But judging from the knife wound on Tong Mo's body, he should have fought Hei Simou, one of the top swordsmen who is good at swordsmanship. It is true that Tong Mo has ghostly high-speed recovery power, but Hong Yanmo will not leave the injured buddy alone.He took a deep breath, first dragged the other party into the store, closed the door, and then dragged him into the inner room little by little.

Seeing the long bloodstains dragging out on the floor, Boss Hong was at war with heaven and man, and finally his conscience won, and he decided not to disturb Bai Lanjiu's sleep.

Tong Mo's painful body soon relaxed, and the lacerations were loosely covered with drugs that were good for recovery. With the support of drugs, the recovery will be much faster.He knew that he would be properly taken care of when he returned to Boss Hong's side, so he tried his best to rush over after leaving Infinite City.Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is currently overcoming PTSD and has no time to take care of them for the time being, which allows Tong Mo to come back to take care of them with confidence.

When he was unconscious, he seemed to have a dream.

He dreamed that when he first became the leader of the Bliss Sect, when he was still a young child, those believers chased his eyes and bowed devoutly under his lotus platform.He thought it was ridiculous, but he didn't know what emotion should be used to express "ridiculous", so he slowly shed tears.

【Ah...the Buddha is pitying us...】

Those people also cried with him, but he knew that the tears of these people were only for themselves.

It is not a noble product, but a product of selfishness.

Can such a person reach bliss?

[Of course, because they gave money. 】

The father who was counting the money said this to him.

[Tong Mo should work hard, shed tears at the most appropriate time, we will have more pious believers, and we will have more and more wealth. 】

The mother who put the money in the box said this to him.

So... if you have money, is it bliss?

[Yes, yes, that's it. 】

This time it was father and mother who spoke together, and they hugged him, very happy.

Eh?But in this case, wouldn't "Bliss" be too superficial?He finds it a little annoying.

The bliss that he hates must be broken somewhere, and he wants to fix the bliss.He read the scriptures, and the Buddha always walks against all living beings, and the Buddha who walks with the crowd behind his back often holds the highest bliss.

It turns out that he has been wrong all along, and he has always been wrong to seek definitions from others.

Obviously...

He is the incarnation of the god of bliss with colorful eyes, in other words——

He is extremely happy!

After trying to understand this point, he seemed to have reached an unprecedented level.He soon got ghost blood from Ghost Mai Tsuji, and became a god-like creature in the true sense.He ravishes the suffering women, no matter what he can give, gold, silver, treasure, or worldly love, those women cry for him and laugh for him, hold his hand, and want a lifetime promise.

what is that?It's hard for Tong Mo to understand, that's the only way to be together forever.

He ate each other up.

Behold, these wretched women will always be with him who is the embodiment of bliss, and this is the attainment of bliss.They were surprised and happy when they died, just like those believers who watched him cry.

He ate a lot of people, he became stronger, and after a bloody battle, he was promoted from the sixth to the second.

This year, a cardinal flew out of the window.

Tong Mo looked out in a room that was absolutely out of sunlight. Cardinals quickly built a nest among the tree branches outside the window, and then began to tirelessly repair it. Sometimes they flew out for a day just to retrieve A tuft of soft down covers the bottom of the nest.Tong Mo thought it was very interesting. He loved the beautiful feathers of this cardinal, so he prepared a lot of soft fabrics, trying to trick the bird into eating it.

"Here's what you need!" he called from inside the room, as the linnet struggled with the boughs of its own nest without even giving him a wink.

If you don't like this one, change it.

"Five-color millet, do you want to eat?" He put the rice on the window again.

The cardinal was too busy tearing off a worm's head to pay him any attention.

He didn't believe that he, who had transformed thousands of people, would not be able to get a single sparrow, so next, he gave the cardinal almost everything the other party needed, but the result was always the same, next to the dazzling array of treasures, forever Just empty window sills.

Tong Mo didn't believe it, so he took advantage of the night to steal the other party's nest.

There must be something better in this well-built nest than what he gave, so the cardinal would not come to his window, so as long as the nest does not exist, the cardinal may sleep next to his pillow.

His hand touched the small but solid nest, and the linnet woke up from the dream, chasing him in the night and pecking wildly.

"Wow don't peck don't peck! I shouldn't have stolen your nest sorry woohoo!"

Tong Mo is officially closed to himself, he is not in the mood to engage in those fancy things, so he huddles in the room alone in a daze. "Tuk duk", someone knocked on the window, Tong Mo looked over and saw the cardinal with a bunch of sweet berries in its mouth, tapping on the window lightly.

Obviously there is nothing on the window today, no food, no nesting materials, no gold, silver and treasure, no items that can bring bliss to human beings, but the cardinals came on this day.

"There's nothing here right now."

he said to the cardinal, who tilted her head and placed the sweet berry in front of him.

Cardinals don't know bliss.

The sparrow only knows that the sun rises and the sun sets, and there are happy things every day, such as delicious bugs or soft cotton wool.He is an absolute pragmatist and never lives in a vain dream of bliss.

Tong Mo suddenly laughed, tears came out of his laughter.

"The ultimate bliss that I wait for the world to pursue, to you, it should be such a ridiculous thing..."

The cardinal looked at him bewilderedly, and nudged the sweet berry in his direction with its beak.

That's right...

The ghost picked up the bunch of sweet berries, opened its mouth, and crushed the pulp with its sharp canine teeth.

For the bird, eternal bliss is not as good as a bunch of sweet berries.

***

Tong Mo slowly opened his eyes, he felt that his arm had grown, leaving only the slight tearing pain.He didn't get up in a hurry, but turned his head on the pillow. Just by turning his head, he could see Hongyan Mo lying on a low table in a light sleep, with red hair hanging down the edge of the table, and the sun wheel knife shining brightly.

As soon as he moved, Hongyan Mo woke up immediately.

"Are you awake?" He served a bowl of sweet soup for Jiujiu to drink, but Tong Mo didn't take the bowl, just looked at him pitifully.

"Did Bai Lan chirp up and mop the floor?"

Red Yama: "..."

Hong Yanmo: "You deserve it because you don't have friends."

As soon as Tong Mo woke up, his heart was pierced and he felt very sad.

"I'm not Jiujiu now, can't I enjoy the guest treatment like Bailan before? I mean..." He thought for a while, the lion opened his mouth, "I mean the kind, Bailan Jiu mopped the floor for me, Shenwei Jiu gave me Stir-fried vegetables, Sanmingjiu made me tea, Zunjiu brought me vegetables, and Dazaijiu sang to me..."

"Sing Hei Jiu to carry the coffin for you?" Boss Hong said indifferently.

Tong Mo: "..."

Tong Mo: "Boss, let's talk about the business. I just launched a bloody battle against Hei Si Mou and got some information."

The wounds on his body had healed in sevens and eighties, and it was useless to sell miserably, so he simply sat up, took the bowl and drank tons of soup.He himself had experience in transposition bloody battles, and successfully jumped from the sixth to the second of the first string, and he just used this to get information.The struggle between ghosts and ghosts is very difficult to kill ghosts. Ghost Dance Tsuji is not counted as dimensionality reduction and crushing, but such exchanges often play out fierceness, and many abilities cannot be hidden.

Hong Yanmo has already made a basic judgment on Hei Simou from his injuries, mainly because those messy wounds look a bit strange, as if Tong Mo was besieged by multiple people at the same time.

Tong Mo didn't know how to describe it. He recalled the countless round moon blades that Heishimou would send out every time he swung his knife, and tried hard to express it.

"Whoosh—biubiubiu!" He gestured to Hong Yanmo like this.

Red Yama: "..."

Hong Yanmo: "After cutting a knife, there is an accompanying vigor, and there are quite a few chirps."

bingo!

Tong Mo recalled Heishimu's knife full of eyes. It is said that this knife is a ghost blade made by Heishimu with his own flesh and blood. Even if it breaks, it can grow back again. It is a very vicious weapon.

"Crack - whoosh!" Tong Mo gestured.

Hong Yanmo: "...The moment it broke, it grew again?"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Hong Yanmo: "...When the fight gets intense, it seems like the field is full of boomerangs?"

Tong Mo was satisfied, he had explained all the information he knew, and finished the soup.So he lay down under the quilt, peacefully like a salted fish.

After lying down for a while, thinking of his great achievements, he moved his head to Hong Yanmo's lap.

The linnet in the dream built its nest against his window, and he stuffed his head into the linnet's nest.

Cardinal: ...I'll cut off your head! ! !

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In this chapter, Tongmo's home field~

I saw that there were people in the comment area who were worried about changing the game, and I thought that I had no relevant black history before, so don't worry if I decide.

This article is called "Jiujian Disqualification", in addition to "disqualification", there is also "Jiujian"!That is what tweeters will write!

The next plan is to open without CP, and there should be no similar problems, Kang Wenbian!Collect it in advance!

"Hundred ghosts with supernatural powers [comprehensive]"

Toriyama Shiyan, a high-level executive of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, has the supernatural ability [Hundred Ghosts at Night].

As a capable person of the same generation as Natsume Soseki, Toriyama Shiyan doesn't care about the "three-moment concept" and "Yokohama stability" at all. He likes romance and freedom, and prefers flashy and coquettish.

Now, he has returned to Yokohama after his exotic journey.

Natsume Soseki, who turned into a three-colored cat, looked at this colleague with a headache. The other party stepped on clogs, with a feather draped diagonally, and raised his hand to press the fisherman's hat on the top of his head.

"Oh, Mr. Soseki, don't frown on the cute little cat."

"There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

The gorgeous young man with haori was all smiles, and innocently opened his hands to Sanhuamao.

"Bad news, part of my [Hundred Ghosts Night Walk] ran away."

"good news--"

"I, Toriyama Shiyan, returned to Yokohama today, hahahaha!"

Natsume Soseki: "..."

It's obviously two big bad news, bastard!

【Rear attention】

1. No CP, free to buy stocks, Mr. Dumei.

2. In the form of unit plays, each unit is named after a monster.

3. Toriyama Shiyan, an ukiyo-e painter in the middle of the Edo period, a famous monster painter, and his representative work "Painting Hundred Ghosts at Night".

4. All the ghosts in the text come from the traditional Japanese monster language and have nothing to do with the game.

5. Make up for it when you think about it.