"Oh~"

Pulled by the monster sage Yakumo Purple to a remote temple in the wilderness, after an impassioned speech, the silver-haired and red-eyed boy finally knew what Yakumo Purple wanted to do, bored stretched out a little finger, while picking at the boogers, while lazily answering. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If it weren't for the fact that Yakumo Zi was already a little bit of a madman, it is estimated that the boy would have fallen asleep a long time ago, at least at this moment, Ika had already fallen asleep, and there was still a snot bubble on his nose.

"Be serious for me!"

With two 'bangs' and 'bangs', Yakumo Purple finally became angry, and slashed at the heads of the boy and Ika with two sonic hand knives in a row, leaving two meat balls the size of buns on the heads of the two of them.

Looking at the two people rolling on the ground with their heads covered, Yakumo Zi felt very aggrieved.

Obviously they're talking about something very important, why can't these two guys be serious?

Well, it's a guy, Ika's presence is all supported by her appearance, and she can't be counted on to do this kind of business.

"Ahem...... Serious ......"

Seeing that Yakumo Zi's hand knife had a tendency to fall again, the young man hurriedly got up from the ground, coughed pretendly, and quietly pulled Ika, who was still rolling on the ground with his head in his arms.

The green tendons on Yakumo's forehead twitched, if it weren't for the fact that the young man in front of him was almost immortal, he would still be able to run alive on the second day after being beaten into a meatloaf on the first day, Yakumo Zi would have peeled his skin and cramped and sharpened his bones and refined oil.

"Ah, I want to build a world where both youkai and humans, weak and strong, can live in peace. That's a good idea, yes, but isn't it a little unfair? ”

Afraid that Yakumo Zi wouldn't be able to understand what he meant, the young man followed up and explained: "Now, 10,000-year-old youkai, you have lived for so long, haven't you met the kind of person or youkai who needs to grow in constant battle?" ”

It's hard for the boy to be able to say such a taboo word as 'ten thousand years' in front of Yakumo Zi and not be dropped by the gap, or rather, it was when Yakumo Zi was about to do it that the boy said the latter sentence in time, which made Yakumo Zi think of something, so that he could survive the disaster, right?

Hearing the young man's words, Yakumo Zi couldn't help but think of a person, to be exact, a big monster, the lord of flowers in the four seasons, and the wind saw the fragrance.

Once, how many years ago? Yakumo Zi even can't even remember clearly, at that time he and Yuxiang were still very weak, at that time he and Yuxiang depended on each other together, and he and Yuxiang at that time were friends......

But when exactly did that relationship change?

Yakumo Zi has always known that he is a monster in the gap, the darling of heaven and earth, and a natural genius, as long as he can live, he is destined to become a strong man. And Kazami Yuka is just an ordinary flower demon, even if Yakumo Murasaki admits that Kazami Yuka is a genius who works hard, but if there is no battle, without the pressure of life and death, it is difficult for Kazami Yuka to go to the same height as herself......

Yes, Yakumo Murasaki has always known, but she still can't watch Kazami Yuka risk her life again and again......

Perhaps, the rift was planted at that time

The answer, Yakumo didn't understand in the past, but now that Yakumo Zi understands, it's too late......

"If it were you, it would be great to be able to live in a world where both youkai and humans, strong and weak, can live in peace. But what if it's the kind of youkai whose talent is not good, and it takes a lot of hard work, or even several lives and deaths to grow? The world that you see as a paradise is actually more like a pot of warm water that gradually heats up to them, right? ”

When Yakumo Zi was out of his mind, the young man didn't care, and he was still doing Yakumo Zi's ideological work with all his heart. In the case of the world in which the boy himself once lived, the more peaceful and loving the world seems on the surface, the more cruel the dark side is inside, and the more cruel it is on the surface, the brighter and better it is on the inside.

Yakumo Zi couldn't refute the boy's words, but it would be impossible for her to give up her dream of building such a paradise, so she left without saying a word, and when she left, she easily stuck the boy head down into the soil again.

"Alas, what a trouble it is for an elderly woman."

After confirming that Yakumo Purple had gone away, and estimating that Yakumo Purple would not peep at this side with a gap in his current mood, he pulled himself out of the soil and muttered quietly while pouring out the soil in his ears.

Ika silently moved to the side for a short distance, and the young man saw Ika's movements, his face changed, and he was shocked and said, "You ......"

Unfortunately, before the words were finished, a white and tender hand had appeared above the boy's head out of thin air, grabbed the boy's head and shoved him back into the dirt pit.

"If you don't die, you won't die."

After the white hand disappeared, Ika crouched down next to the boy's corpse, poked the boy's stomach with his fingers, and whispered a complaint in a non-wavering tone.

"Damn! Old ......"

Crawling out of the pit again, the boy opened his mouth to scold, but when he saw the space above his head that suddenly seemed to be torn apart, he swallowed back the words that had already come to his mouth.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the young man was more familiar this time, Yakumo Zi, who didn't know where he was, nodded with satisfaction, withdrew his hand, and walked over in a random direction.

"Hoo ......"

Seeing that the gap above his head disappeared, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and looked back at the half-meter-deep pit on the ground.

"The ......"

Still thinking about what to do with the big pit that was making him feel uncomfortable, Ika walked up behind him and gently tugged at the sleeve of his shirt.

"Huh?"

The boy looked at Ika with a confused expression, normally, Ika rarely took the initiative to do anything, unless......

"it!"

The moment he reacted, the boy lunged forward, knocking Ika to the ground and rolling to the side twice.

"Shoot him! Gungnir! ”

At the same time that the boy rolled twice on the ground with Ika in his arms, a cute but coercive voice reached the boy's ears from afar.

"Day!"

Hearing this voice, especially the words 'Gangnier', the feelings in the boy's heart can only be expressed by this word.

Pushing Ika away, the boy put his hands on the ground and stood up, his crimson pupils turned into pure gold, and scarlet blood mist permeated his body.

"Accelerate! 40%！ ”