A low wind whistled through the window, bringing with it a cold current and a faint trembling thunder in the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The curtains were blown by the strong wind, and a crisp bell was faintly heard. These dense and grand sounds are like a solemn symphony, like the mournful chant of the gods of heaven and earth, sending the heavy and sad past and the tormented future into this small, soft tatami room.

Zhibei is listening to this magnificent ode to nature, and from this he gains peace of mind.

He hides all the sadness and anger, makes the heart like the sea, and lets the undercurrent surge in the unknown abyss.

Of course, his heart recalled Song's appearance, and at the moment when he learned of her death, how could he not remember her voice and smile? That kind white flower, even the torrential rain could not hide her beautiful tenderness, and even suffering could not overcome her innocent optimism. However, she is now dead.

She was so special, but she died in the dust like a weed that a traveler folded away!

How sad, how sad.

And whenever Zhibei thinks that the madman who killed her, the twisted and unscrupulous villain, is now proudly selling his own despicability in front of him, excitedly playing with the emotions of others, all this sadness is transformed into endless anger like a volcano.

However, the rain is coming, it is going to rain.

Zhibei sighed in his heart: "Ah! O honest, kind and lovely friend, how I grieve for you, and how angry I am for you. ＂

But yes, the rainstorm is coming, and the heavens and the earth are crying out with a roar!

And neither grief, nor endless anger, will be of any benefit to the coming battle. There are only two mentalities that can win, so Zhibei has to force himself to remain calm, because he can't choose that abominable madness.

He can't choose to fall into the abyss of madness like Fujiwara Fubi.

He can only let the torrent of revenge stir under the mirror, and he can only use an unequal death to pay tribute to the dead heroic spirit.

In the darker and darker light and shadow, Zhibei stared deeply at the unequal figure standing not far away, the exaggerated sickly smile, the pale fingers clutching the stone slab of grass, and the cloudy eyes.

Everything that is incomparable loses its human meaning, and the balance of the mind completely collapses into a chaotic mind.

The wind howling miserably outside the house whispered, like a horn for a charge on the battlefield, and the elf that suddenly appeared in mid-air raised its pure white right hand, setting off a purple storm, which was the "mental interference" of the super energy system.

Looking at the purple torrent that emitted a sharp hiss in front of him, he let out an even more crazy laugh: "Hahahaha!" Zhibei, Mr. Zhibei, you turned out to be an onmyoji, hahaha, you are actually an onmyoji...... I thought you were just a mountain villager, heha! Pity! What a pity! Onmyoji also wants to pursue the toes of the god of power, and I, who holds the power of the gods, am the absolute authority, so 。。。。。。 ＂

A green light as deep as a dead leaf surged from the slate, twisting violently with the hand that was holding the slate, and he paused as he looked at his hand, but then screamed hysterically: "Ahhhhhh It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! But, useless, useless, useless, useless!!! ＂

The sudden appearance of thick plants broke through the tatami mats, forming a thick wooden wall that stood in front of him.

In the next moment, the seemingly thick wooden wall was torn into flying strips by the purple telekinesis, and even so, the wall also allowed the telekinesis to successfully dissipate into the air.

The wooden block with the hideous wound exploded and flew in all directions, but soon crashed into various places, turning the interior into a mess.

Zhibei used the raging ring of fire to burn the direct wooden strips into ashes, and in the dim firelight, Zhibei saw Bubi with a strange smile, looking at the dark bamboo forest outside the window, and the branches pulled from the ground flew away the wooden strips that flew towards him.

"Ahhh Although Bu Xiang's voice was soft and unhurried, his eyes were already like dead fish, protruding hideously, and the whites of his bloodshot eyes looked at Zhibei, and he didn't perceive any emotion in it.

The consciousness of incomparable beings became distorted and fragile under the power of rules that did not belong to him, and collapsed into ruins in the ups and downs of fate and the drastic changes of emotions.

However, it is this madness that transcends ordinary people's thinking that makes Zhibei have to act cautiously.

"Meditation." Ignoring the words of Bubi, Zhibei calmly continued to give instructions. When a purple aura spread out on Moe's body, the stone slabs around Zhibei changed their order.

At the top is no longer the [Fire Tablet], but the pitch-black [Destruction Tablet].

Zhibei stepped lightly, and the power of destruction traveled along his body to the wooden floor beneath his feet, quickly directing everything in order to the chaotic cracking-crisp sound that seemed to be only one sound, and the floor cracked inch by inch, and the cracks extended to the walls and roofs on both sides, and then, in the flying dust and broken wooden blocks......

The room was completely crumbling, with only an empty main beam connecting the rooms on either side, and the unrestrained wind swept down from the gloomy dark clouds, noisily praising the cold.

The reason why Zhibei wanted to destroy this room was because he had the Stone Slab of Grass in his hands, and if he fought in a closed space made of wood, it would be disadvantageous for Zhibei, so he wanted to make the space for the battle open. Although he didn't want to destroy his home, Zhibei had to do it.

With the extremely high temperature of the ring of fire, the wooden block that fell to his and Meng's side was swept aside, and in the dissipated smoke and dust, Zhibei saw an illusory black shadow, and the air was impulsively hissed, and in front of him, the vines danced at high speed, and the smashed wooden blocks were bounced to the side.

The mad man, on the other hand, bent down and plucked a red flower that had bloomed at some point from the broken trunk in front of him, which had been erected as a tree wall. Bubi gently took the flower and pretended to smell it, "Mr. Zhibei, what do you think of this flower?" Is it beautiful? Is it pretty? How lovely this little slender life is! ”

"As fragile as our own lives, the more beautiful she is, the more maddening she becomes, ah, maddening to destroy her!" He threw the flower in his hand to the ground, and then crushed it with his foot, and the nonchalant look was about to crush a handful of dust.

"You know what?" Bu waited and laughed wildly, "I'm right, I'm right, since the end of the last era, power is the supreme everything, and all people, all chasing fame and fortune, can I fail?" No! No! No, I can't! However, you, you, have ruined the fame that I have worked so hard for forty years, and have turned Fujiwara, which is worthy of the admiration of the world, into a worm in the dirt, so you have won, you have won! But, I want you dead! I want you dead! Behold! Zhibei, the rainstorm is coming, it is your funeral! ”

Zhibei was stunned for a moment, and his bare arms in the air felt a hint of coolness.

It's as cool as being kissed by a fish.

then

It's a heavy rainstorm.

(I want to state here that I am in my third year of high school, and the school is currently making up classes, and for scheduling reasons, it can only be updated on Sunday evenings for the time being...... Ask for a collection of recommended comments or something...... ）