【Light Cut】Playing hard to get

Jiu Tun took Raikou off the Oni Throne and brought him back to Onikiri's hut. Toshitsu Fusangshen took over the sleeping young master, and couldn't hold it back for a while, another teardrop slipped from the corner of his red and skinned eyes , infiltrating the moles of tears more clearly.

"The little guy lost Seimei's guardian, lost the protection of Seimei's spiritual power, and was revenged by the evil spirit wandering in the mountains and rivers as Minamoto Yorimitsu. He has been haunted by nightmares for many days." Summarizing the cause and effect of the incident, using the most succinct language, "He began to confuse himself with Minamoto Raimitsu, he was afraid that the dream of being revenged to death would come true, in order to protect himself, he took the Ghost Army Department and hid on the Ghost Throne. "

As soon as Onikiri opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the gesture of the Oni King stretching out his hand, "Here, I made a new guard for the little guy, and my demonic power will protect him from the illusion of the inner demons, so he can close his mouth at this moment." Rest your eyes." Following the direction of Oni King's finger, Onikiri and Ibaraki looked at Raikori's right ankle, where a golden bell was tied with a red string, very similar to the one on the ankle of Rashomon Oni.

The King of Ghosts withdrew his finger, avoiding Guiqie's grateful eyes, leaned against the wall, folded his arms and sighed: "Don't rejoice too early, Guiqie. Can I protect him for a while, can I protect him forever? You too, you can't stare at him anytime anywhere and treat him as a prisoner. You have to hurry up and help him surpass Minamoto as soon as possible, otherwise the little guy will be trapped in Minamoto's past sins and have to go through it every night The pain of being tortured to death."

Onikiri bit his lower lip tightly and nodded silently, while Onikiri frowned and stared at Raikou who was curled up on the bed again, breathing as thinly as a mosquito, thought for a while and continued: "Onikiri, you can't sense it through the blood contract. The position of the little guy may be that this little guy has figured out a way to counter the blood contract by himself. Tsk, the little guy is really a big kid, just like Minamoto Raimiko, he is a character with a natural brain."

Hearing this, Onikiri clenched the corner of his clothes, and finally couldn't help interjecting: "But, Raiko... why did he use the blood pact to counter me? He just wants to leave me so much, and doesn't want me to find him so much?"

The ghost king touched his chin with his finger, pondered for a moment, and then answered the question: "I said that the little guy has been poisoned by Yuan Laiguang's heart demon since he lost Qingming's guardian. I have sneaked into the little guy's dream and found that the dream It reflects Minamoto's deepest, most negative, and most inhumane emotions, including guilt for Genji's fallen soldiers, doubts about his own commanding ability, and the sacrifice of tens of thousands of human lives but still not killing the demons. Resentment, and apologies to you, Onikiri."

"The only way to end the little guy's dream is to kill him in the dream. And the little guy told me that you will always be the one to end his dream."

"Looks like you are the only one who can deal a fatal blow to Minamoto, Onikiri. Or Minamoto thinks that you hurt him the hardest for him... Hmph, who knows, anyway, that man has already turned into a It's a pile of loess. My uncle is not interested in his ideas, I just hope that the children in Dajiangshan can be happy and have good dreams every night."

"Keep an eye on Raikou, Onikiri, if he gets lost again, I will have to ask you." Shuten gave Ibaraki a wink at this point. The time to think alone was left to Tonotsuke, who let him stare at his master in the gradually brightening sky, and slowly find the answer that connects the past and the future.

"Onikiri..." The villain on the bed suddenly moved, and in an instant, the monster warrior with a confused face was startled. He knelt down in front of the bed with a "boom", and caught the green onion that the little boy stretched out to him with both hands. Fingering thinly, "Onikiri, Chixue..."

The called knife lowered his head sadly because of the hoarse voice of the little master and the exhaustion in his eyes, "Master, I never thought of hurting you, never. You are my treasure, everything to me, and I am even willing to do it." Your prisoner, I would like to be imprisoned by your heart, such, such a me—how could I hurt you.”

Grievance and shame rolled in the corners of Onikiri's eyes again, he wished to kill himself who used a knife to chop Minamoto's puppet into pieces of meat, how did he know at that time that he would leave Minamoto's life like this for the rest of his life? Such a serious injury, so that the reincarnated Laiguang couldn't hide the scar on his heart?

It turned out that his former master was not invincible at all, let alone hard-hearted, but all human-like parts were buried, strangled, and hidden by various means.When both "love" and "affection" were tampered with "ruthless" by the pen of responsibility and righteousness, Minamoto Raimitsu did not take off his mask until his death.

Onikiri tried his best to suppress the urge to cry in his throat, only half a beat later did he realize that Raikou was dragging his fingers, signaling him to climb onto the bed and lie down with the master.

He quickly followed the master's order and hugged the little boy tightly into his arms. "Onikiri..." "Yes, master, I'm here."

The little boy hooked his fingers on his front, and slowly closed his eyes, "You are my only knife, and I allow you to kill me. But, Onikiri...you really don't have to stab me so many times, I feel It's about to melt."

"If it really comes to the day when you want to kill the lord, kill me with one blow, love knife."

Raikou pressed his cheek against Onikiri's heart, and fell asleep again drowsily.His knife rarely replied "Yes" in time, but shed tears silently, allowing the tears to mix into the silver hair of himself and his master, letting the hair become entangled. the red line on it.

(To be continued)