At the Hakurei Shrine, the girls' banquet was held smoothly after a riot, and Fujiwara Noriki also drank the good sake from the Red Devil Pavilion.

Since I came to Gensokyo, it's been more than two months now, and today is the twenty-third day of the month, and the hottest time in summer, the temperature of dog days is quite difficult for myself as a human, but those monsters are not having a good time.

In front of the torii, the sake brought by Ibuki Suika and the food of Yakumo Murasaki allowed everyone to have fun at the banquet, Fujiwara Ki drank a little wine, but he was not drunk, and he felt the joyful atmosphere of the banquet, and he felt some inexplicable satisfaction in his heart.

Looking at the expression on the eldest lady's face that was about to cry when she ate the bitter melon, Fujiwara Ki smiled lightly, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and sighed, it would be nice if he could live in peace and stability like this.

Fujiwara Ki doesn't have anything to pursue deliberately, and in this Gensokyo, there is nothing material worth pursuing, only this peaceful life is precious.

According to his stable temperament, he is really like a Taoist, pure and undemanding, just thinking about guarding the Youyuzi and the demon dream in the White Jade Tower, and occasionally managing the ghosts of the underworld. Well, if it was possible, well, it was just a whimsical idea, and if it was possible, he would like to do that with Marisa like this.

But with the delusion of Marisa, it will take a while to say whether it is possible, and Fujiwara Ki has no specific plans for the future, but there is no need to plan for it, and no one forces himself to do anything, as long as he cultivates slowly and has time to wander around Gensokyo.

Fujiwara Ki sat on the verandah of the torii gate and drank the sake from the bowl.

"Aren't you going to join them?" Yakumoshi's voice next to him suddenly sounded, and the youkai sage sat next to him with a bowl of wine and a long skirt pressed with lace.

"Lord Yakumo-sama. Fujiwara Ki was shocked, tightened his muscles, and quickly turned his head, although he felt that Yakumo Purple would never kill himself in the shrine, Fujiwara Ki was still a little nervous.

"Why, are you still scared? After all this time, you still haven't grown?" Seeing Fujiwara Ki wincing, the smile on Yakumo's face faded and he placed the wine bowl on the corridor.

Yakumo Zi stood up, suddenly pulled out a parasol from the gap, and pressed it against Fujiwara Ki's neck, the demonic aura at the tip of the umbrella continued to **** the skin on the neck, Yakumo Zi's smile was murderous, "If you die here, shouldn't you be afraid?"

At the moment when Yakumo Zi revealed his killing intent, Fujiwara Noriki felt that his blood was about to coagulate, and the powerful power made him tremble all over, and he could barely lift his strength, and his heart was extremely nervous.

Fujiwara doesn't know what Yakumo is going to do, why he suddenly wants to attack himself.

Hakurei Reimu pulled out a Hakurei talisman and shot it over, and the fan in Yakumo's other hand closed and shattered the talisman, and the hand holding the parasol did not move at all, and even his breath was not disturbed.

"What are you going to do with Yakumoshi?" Hakurei Reimu stood up and scolded, Marisa Huine-sensei and Fujiwara Meihong also watched Yakumo's every move, only Ibuki Senuka and the master and servant of the Red Devil Pavilion were still sitting there, watching the play for a long time.

"What are you doing? The fight between youkai and youkai, do you need to care?" Yakumo Murasaki's umbrella tip slowly pressed the artery in his neck, Fujiwara Ki hurriedly took a few steps back, but the tip of the other party's umbrella followed like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the process of moving was completed in an instant, without even giving him time to react.

"What nonsense are you talking about!

"Do you still think he's human?" Yakumo laughed mockingly, and suddenly turned the tip of the umbrella, piercing Fujiwara's shoulder, Fujiwara snorted and grabbed the tip of the umbrella, not allowing it to go any further.

"You're so presumptuous!" said Rei, narrowing her teeth, almost on the verge of an outbreak.

"Then you will come to treat me, see if my umbrella is fast or your subkong is fast. Bet on the male's life. Yakumo Purple slowly pulled the umbrella, with a trace of blood flowing down, although Fujiwara Ki used all his strength, but Yakumo Murasaki's casual movements made him unable to resist.

Reimu saw Fujiwara's painful expression, and angrily gathered the yin and yang jade, but the distance between her and Yakumo Zi was almost twenty steps, except for the Yakong point, which could not be approached at all, and Yakumo Zi's gap could disrupt his movements, which would only put Fujiwara Ki in a more dangerous situation, and Hakurei Reimu could only frown and swallow his anger. However, the few people who watched were tense and ready to attack, but they did not act rashly.

Yakumo retracted her arm without any scruples, and when the tip of the umbrella was withdrawn from her body, Fujiwara immediately covered her shoulders and retreated from Yakumo's attack range.

"Look at the human beings in your mouth, obviously a person who should go to hell, but he can still survive the Santu River and come out, this kind of self-healing ability is almost only comparable to the guy who took Penglai medicine next to him. ”

The eyes of the girls turned to Fujiwara's shoulder.

Sure enough, as Yakumo said, it didn't take long for the wound pierced by the parasol to begin to heal automatically, and the blood flowing out slowly stopped. Being stared at by Reimu, Fujiwara Ki didn't have any intention of hiding it, and put down the hand that was covering the wound.

Several of the girls saw that the skin on their shoulders had become smooth, and although it was covered with blood, they all knew that the wound there was no serious problem.

The girls who were originally worried about Fujiwara Ki frowned, and Reimu was not as aggressive as she was at the beginning, and slowly put away the yin-yang jade, as if she had acquiesced to Yakumo's behavior.

Seeing Reimu suddenly silent, Fujiwara Ki's heart sank, his face gradually turned pale, his body trembled constantly, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, revealing a bitter expression.

Even Reimu won't do it for himself?

"Fujiwara Ki, do you want to know what the Saikyuki Demon has brought you?"

"Even if the result may be to be deprived of the identity of the human race, a mass group, and at the same time not to fit the monster existence?"

Fujiwara remembered what Yuyuko-sama had asked him that day, and after learning about the world of Gensokyo, he thought he was ready to be caught between humans and youkai, but when this day came, he was caught off guard and difficult to accept at the same time.

Betrayal, loneliness?

Is this the enlightenment that Yuyuko-sama wants me to do?

"So, if there is a fight between youkai, is this considered a violation of the taboo?" Yakumo Zi's huge demonic energy in her body was completely released, and Remilia, who had been able to have a barrage duel with her before, narrowed her eyes cautiously, and the vampire's wings forgot to flapp.

The girls fell into a heavy dead silence.

The purple parasol lit up, and the mysterious light wrapped around the fan blades and began to shrink, condensing Xiaoyu's barrage at the tip.

Like the last mercy of the executioner of the executioner's execution, Yakumo Zi smiled and asked, "Don't you need to use the talisman card to die and struggle?"

"I don't have a spell card yet. Fujiwara raised his head and stared at Yakumo Murasaki, "But I won't give up." ”

"Then be prepared to die, and I will throw your soul into the Santu River, and the wandering ghost will forever struggle on the way of sin. The purple-golden pupils opened violently, and the momentum climbed higher and higher like a volcano with accumulated might.

Reimu was still holding her head down and pinching her fingers hard, and the people next to her couldn't see her expression, only Marisa seemed to be going to do something for Fujiwara Ki, but she was a little hesitant.

"Purple-sama!" Youmeng suddenly shouted, "I'll tell you about this!"

Yakumo Zi's momentum stagnated slightly, and he glared viciously at the demon dream who pulled out the Louguan sword: "Do you think I won't dare to kill you?"

"I'm ......" Yumu gritted her teeth, withdrew her sword, and raised her ridiculous fist, "Yuyuko-sama won't agree to you doing this, and neither will I." ”

"I'm doing this for the sake of Yuyuko, you ignorant court master, get back to the underworld. Yakumo Purple was really angry, and suddenly wrapped the demon dream in a gap, threw it back to the underworld, and stared at the remaining girls who wanted to surround her with a fierce gaze.

"Are you coming too?"