Chapter 172

Abe Harumi didn't get back to his senses for a long time.

He was still seriously thinking about the meaning of King Macang Ye's glance.

On the other side, Ao Ling raised his hand and pushed King Macang Ye, "Don't rely on me when you wake up, let me take a closer look at the wound on your back." ”

Onmyoji paused, frowned, and didn't let go, "Don't worry about it." ”

"No matter how good it is." Ao Ling's tone was not very pleasant, he turned his head to look at the tragic punishment on the side, his gaze turned back, and once again swept the blood stains on the rock that King Macang Ye had leaned on before.

"It's going to be good." King Macang Ye rubbed Ao Ling's shoulder socket vigorously, and after a while, he released it slightly.

Regardless of whether the wounds on his body would open due to the action, he directly raised his hand and touched the two ears on the top of Ao Ling's head, rubbed it, and pinched it again.

It feels as good as you remember.

King Macang Ye said with emotion.

Ao Ling lowered his head slightly, letting King Macang Ye knead his ears.

"Your wound will be healed?" Ao Ling looked at King Ma Cang Ye suspiciously—his trust in this Onmyoji had now fallen below a new low.

King Macang Ye nodded, and when he looked at Ao Ling again, there was a smile in his eyes, "If it won't be good, will you also clean the wound on my leg for me?" ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the roots of his now-unconscious legs.

Its hooligan connotation is self-evident.

Ao Ling was expressionless, and poured a whole bowl of floating water on the lap of King Macang Ye, thinking that he didn't know how many rolls he had in this place before, how could it be pointed out so wrong.

"Don't worry." King Macang Ye accepted it when he saw it, and looked at his hands that had been cleaned up by Ao Ling and were no longer so terrifying, "I came from the sword mountain and the sea of fire, if I couldn't recover my wounds freely, I would have died here a long time ago." ”

He said it easily, but the demon who listened to it became a nameless fire, stood up suddenly, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"You are so powerful, don't run out of Huangquan to ask for help!"

Ao Ling said almost roaring, his eyes were red, and he seemed to feel an uncomfortable sourness in his nose, and even his breath was hot and angry.

"You're so powerful, why are you still sitting here and can't move!"

King Macang Ye had never seen Ao Ling angry, and in the face of his sudden anger, Onmyoji's face showed a surprise and stunned.

Ao Ling looked at the King of Macang Ye with a stunned face, sniffed, turned his head and stretched out his tail to block the other party's view of him.

King Macang Ye was stunned for a while.

Ao Ling felt the silence, and his anger gradually faded, replaced by panic and guilt that gradually spread.

- King Ye suffered this because of him.

Ao Ling pursed his lips, raised his hand and rubbed his slightly moist eyes, hugged his big black tail, and stared at King Macang Ye with reddened eyes.

"I don't want you to give me a godhead, you can go with me now and find a body of the Asakura family......"

"Ling." King Macang Ye sighed and interrupted Ao Ling's words.

Ao Ling glared at him, his eyes wide open.

The expected disappointment and unhappiness did not appear—the expression on King Macang Ye's face could even be called pleasant and happy.

"I'm very happy," he said. ”

Ao Ling was stunned.

King Macang reached out and pulled Ao Ling's tail hand over, and the smile on his face grew even more when he noticed that the youkai he was holding was carefully and tame and sat down again with his now undetectable strength.

- Except for the scars on his face and the excessively pale complexion, it was full of Ao Ling's memories.

"I'm glad you're here, I'm glad you're worried about me."

It's also nice that you're going to lose your temper because I'm seriously injured.

Onmyoji's cold, unwarm hands clenched the flesh-and-blood youkai, his thumb rubbing against his palm, greedily absorbing the warmth and vitality that did not belong to the dead soul.

"But, don't negate my efforts, Ling, I've gone through so many heavy hells, and every time I get through one layer, I get stronger."

King Asakura raised his eyes, met the pair of fragile red eyes, and squinted and smiled, like a crescent moon in the sky over Heiankyo.

"What you see outside of the Yellow Springs is not my own intention."

King Macang Ye said, squeezed Ao Ling's hands, and reached out to pick up the broken jade that carried Abe Qingming's soul.

His tone was slow and soft, but it was clear and powerful in his ears.

"I met a youkai created by me and Harumaki Gong called the Eagle."

……

King Asakura met the eagle.

After he finally survived the seemingly endless punishment of hell and recovered his soul cultivation.

After he tore through the barrier between Hell and the deeper Yellow Springs, stepping into the darkness behind it.

He met the bulge.

- The monster created by him and Haruaki Abe.,With a trace of Abe's soul and part of the flesh and blood.。

When this monster was created, it was to send him to the belly of the feathered fox to hide his eyes.

The meaning of the existence of the eagle is to replace the existence of Abe Harumi and block those nobles who are trying to domesticate this great onmyoji for him.

King Asakura didn't know why this youkai, who should have died completely in his and Abe Harumi's plan, appeared in the depths of Yellow Spring, but he knew that it was not good.

In the darkness and filth of the depths of the Yellow Spring, although he has the breath and memories of Abe, his personality is very distorted.

- This monster, polluted by the Yellow Spring, is completely immersed in darkness and killing.

The eagle was impressed by the King of the Leaves of the Makura, and he was very impressed.

He completely regarded himself as the real Abe Harumi, and the appearance of the creator of the King of Asakura Leaves directly shattered his memory and cognition, making him remember the fact that he was a creature again after experiencing so many hundred years.

This creature did not have the slightest admiration for his creator, on the contrary, he hated King Asakura Ha who reminded him of this fact.

In the darkness in the depths of the Yellow Spring, the eagle was like a fish in water, and after King Macang Ye stepped into this darkness, he silently observed for a while, and then did not hesitate to make a move.

The soul of the Onmyoji seems to be at a loss as it fights in such a thick and heavy darkness and filth.

Unlike youkai who can draw power from this filth, Onmyoji's cannot get any power from these evil qi.

Under the elimination of the other's strengths, the boat of King Macang Ye capsized.

Fortunately, the boat capsized, and the people were fine.

King Asakura still took a breath and returned to hell—and then fainted on the edge of hell, which was closest to darkness, and slept quietly, waiting for the wound on his soul to heal.

"Hell has a very special power."

King Macang Ye said, turned his head to look at the place where the torture was being performed in the distance, and raised his finger to point.

"The mistakes committed by the dead soul in their lifetime sometimes have to climb the sword mountain several times, step on the sea of fire several times, and even be crushed into pieces by stones many times - in this case, in order to allow the wrongdoer to get the most effective and practical punishment, the soul of the dead in hell recovers from the injuries on his body very quickly."

"As long as it is not fragile enough to collapse directly, even if it is crushed into pieces, it can be recovered."

King Macang Ye looked over his hands, and Ao Ling saw the hideous scars on his hands, which had recovered a lot in the short time he spoke.

Onmyoji looked at the youkai beside him, signaling that his injuries would indeed heal.

"If you are injured, can you treat it as if you are not injured?" Ao Ling lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, and his voice was a little dull.

"Of course not." King Ma Cang Ye thought for a while, "But it depends on who this injury is for, if it is for you......"

Onmyoji wanted to say that he was willing, but when he saw Ao Ling's red eyes, he swallowed it back.

"If it's for you, there's nothing you can't accept - just make it up to me later."

Ao Ling pursed his lips and did not speak.

King Macang Ye had a smile on his face, "Well, I'll punish you to compensate me...... Just stay by my side all the time. ”

"I don't want it." Ao Ling raised his eyes to look at him, "Don't be a godhead." ”

The smile on the onmyoji's face remained unchanged, and he very calmly ignored the youkai's request, and continued the previous topic about the fish as if he hadn't heard anything.

The eagle is extremely powerful in the darkness of the depths of the Yellow Springs.

Not only the eagle, but also more monsters imprisoned in the depths of the Yellow Spring, all of them were included in his command.

Some of them managed to escape through the cracks in the Yellow Springs and returned to the world, but it seems that the eagles never succeeded in absconding.

As the creator of the eagle, King Macang has the most essential understanding of the eagle.

He couldn't see in the depths of the Yellow Spring, but King Macang Ye was very keen to distinguish breath.

When the eagle shot at him, he sensed that the other party's aura belonged to Abe Qingming, and in addition to that, there was a strong demonic aura.

After a little thought, he almost understood the identity of this youkai who was full of hostility to him.

As a person who can't suffer anything to eat—at least not to suffer a big loss, King Asakura did a particularly awesome thing before escaping.

He took the wisp of memory and soul that belonged to Abe Harumi from the soul of the eagle, which was surrounded by demonic energy and filth, and returned to hell with that small soul.

After that, he passed out, and when he woke up again, he saw Ao Ling and Abe Qingming who was in the broken jade.

"The eagle who has lost the memory and soul of Qingming Gong should feel confused even about his own existence." Onmyoji smiled when he said this, "Maybe I've been lost in the filth and darkness of the Yellow Spring." ”

He minds the monster who capsized the boat and holds a grudge.

"Qing Ming Gong should have run away and attached to this piece of broken jade by himself." King Asakura Ye touched the broken jade in his hand, "Ling, send him back to Abe's house after you leave—I remember you said that the people in Kyoto should build a shrine for Harumi, and if they can be worshipped, it is only a matter of time before Harumi becomes a god." ”

If King Macang Ye doesn't say this kind of thing, Ao Ling will do it too.

The black-haired dog demon looked at the onmyoji in front of him silently, "I said, I don't want a godhead anymore, you come with me." ”

Hearing these words again, the smile on King Macang Ye's face disappeared suddenly.

"Ling, the thought of leaving Huangquan was not my doing." King Macang Ye had a very rare tone in a stiff and cold tone when facing Ao Ling, "It was the eagle who grabbed my breath and thoughts, and sent that wisp of thought out, in order to lure you over and kill you in front of me." ”

Most youkai always have a strange attachment to their enemies' relatives, friends, and lovers.

It is much happier to see the enemy in pain than to kill each other, as if killing their relatives and friends.

So Ao Ling didn't have any feelings about the fact that the eagle wanted to kill him.

He immediately grasped the point of King Macang Ye, "He grabbed your thoughts, that is, you still hope to be able to leave Huangquan." ”

"Of course."

King Macang Ye admitted that he was very frank.

"Because, I want to be with you."