The ability to induce the death of others. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"In order for the Westward Demon to bloom, even purple can't stop me! So die, boy. Give your life to the Westward Demons. ”

With Yuyuko's elegant and beautiful words, Dongfang Xun's eyes gradually lost focus. Uncontrollably, her legs skipped Yuyuko and walked towards the Westbound Demon.

"Magic Flame Bomb."

In the end, under the Westward Demon, the boy chose to use magic to blow up his chest and blew his heart cold, and his body that lost its temperature fell straight next to the Westward Demon. Ended this sinful life.

Unlike the previous physical deaths, this time Dongfang Xun's soul was torn to pieces under the words of Youyouzi.

When Dongfang Xun fell under the westward demon, he did not wake up at the first time.

Yuyuko has no sorrow or joy, and she doesn't have any feelings about killing Dongfang Xun with her own hands.

For as long as she can remember, she has been tempting the death of the strongest and youkai among the human race. For her, it's just a matter of interest.

In her endless immortality, she seemed to have nothing to do but watch the death of these people or youkai. Because the monsters are all arranged for her.

Until one day, that youkai arrived.

In front of the White Jade Tower, the monster and the undead met.

"When we first met, my name was Yakumo Murasaki." The youkai said with a smile. However, her eyes were filled with sadness and anger that Yuyuko couldn't understand.

Sitting on the branch of the Westwalker and waiting for the flower. Yuyuko's thoughts drifted somewhere.

Dongfang Xun's spirit recovered, but he didn't wake up.

Because under the impact just now, the spirit of Dongfang Xun, who fell under the Westbound Demon, was linked with the Westbound Demon. Caught in the memories of the Westward Demon and couldn't extricate himself.

That's when I (the westward demon) hadn't become a youkai yet.

I'm a cherry blossom tree, and I'm much more beautiful than the rest of my companions.

Every time spring comes, I (Saikyuki Demon) will bloom with cherry blossoms wantonly. Attracting humans to appreciate my beauty. As for Xiao Ming, who no one cares about next door and only has three or two petals, I said that he is still too young and needs to raise his posture.

However, cherry blossoms only bloom for 7 days. When the time for cherry blossom viewing has passed. Humans are not going to come. It's so boring, I can only wait for next spring. Sure enough, human beings just like the new and hate the old. Never bloom again, huh.

But ah, there is such a person who came in the autumn when I hated it the most.

Every time in the fall, the green leaves of my beautiful branches are gone, and only the dry branches remain. Ah, so shy. Hey, the middle-aged uncle with a scumbag face over there, don't look at this lady, be careful that I beat you.

And then, of course, the man ignored me like that, after all, I'm not a monster yet.

This lewd uncle seems to be looking for a more comfortable place to rest. In the end, I found this big tree in the large group of cherry blossom trees (no way, it's a sin to be beautiful.。 Other cherry blossom trees: Lao Tzu stopped making trees, and it was not stable to make trees this year. With that disgusting grin, he climbed along my smooth body to a thicker branch.

Then the old god of this guy comfortably ripped open the placket of the bulky kimono (help, someone has insulted the tree), and carried a pot of wine in his hand. Take a full sip. showed a look of enjoyment, "I'm not afraid of alcohol poisoning!" Bastard".

Then he sang softly, his timbre was not very special, but he had a dashing and uninhibited spirit and a praise for life.

Hurried-looking pedestrians walking along the road will stop and listen,

And the birds flying in the sky will also perch on the branches of the westward demon to accompany the men when they sing.

"Looks good." I (the Westbound Demon) thought. The slightly swaying branches danced with the man's song.

He loved singing so much, and seemed to want to dedicate his life to singing.

Autumn goes to spring, time flies. The pedestrians changed wave after wave, and the men sang as always, accompanied only by the westward demon.

Until one day, the man came to sing again. It's just that now his temples are gray, and he can no longer live up to his tall and straight figure back then, and he can't climb the cherry blossom tree anymore, so he can only lean under the tree. The only constant is the love of music.

"I really want to live for 500 years, and I still want to continue singing. Westbound," the man said with a wry smile to the cherry blossom tree named Westbound.

"Alive?" The westward demon swayed its branches and scattered the cherry blossoms on the man.

The man stretched out his boring palm to catch the scattered cherry blossoms, "How you want to live!" ”

I watched the man leave, and the man didn't appear in front of me after that.

It wasn't until a month later that a group of people in white mourning clothes came over. They also brought the bones of men.

The weeping ladies watched as the dirt covered the old man.

The Westward Demon watched all this quietly.

"Father, rest in peace. This is the resting place of your choice. The daughter said crying.

The Westward Master was buried in 1199 and went west.

As the long night comes, the cherry blossom tree called Westbound entangles its roots inside the man's sleeping coffin. Tightly bound the man's corpse. The corpse was devoured.

"I'll bring you back to life, wait! By all means, you must continue to sing to me! ”

Under the bright moonlight, the westbound cherry blossom trees exuded a faint demonic aura.

As soon as the picture turned, Yakumo Purple appeared in front of the Westbound Demon.

On one side is the newly promoted Great Youkai, and on the other side is the notorious Westward Demon.

Yakumo Murasaki, who was wearing a parasol, approached the westward demon who was bound and sealed by the rope.

"Oh, yes, what an evil force that amazes the demon."

Stroking the branches of the Westbound Demon, feeling the Westward Demon's desire to devour all life, Yakumo said with an unhappy smile.

"Wait! I'll liberate you after I take the power of that little girl from the Xixing Temple! ”

Yakumo Purple under the parasol showed half of his face, which was the crazy and tyrannical scarlet eyes. The eye was staring at the dark-haired girl who had seen through the gap, sitting on the edge of the lake, paddling with her small, white feet.

"I ...... I'm going to eat... She. ”