Lin's old things

Three-of-one? Ji

In the legends of the villagers, there are many kinds of demons. There are human forms, animal forms, and in terms of temperament, from the extremely vicious to the hidden mountains and forests, they are also different. However, there is one point, which is the constant meaning of demon legends: demons and people, not my race, are incompatible.

The teenager agrees, but doesn't think it's enough. He had met with demons, punched demons, had shed blood for demons, and had seen the methods of demon hunters. He knew what a demon was, and he couldn't imagine a human being able to communicate with anything like that even the simplest. The boy wasn't jealous, he just thought it was impossible, that's all.

As a result, the teenager ran even harder. The fence appears in front of you, the ridges in the fields, and the woods in front of you. The sound of the bell in his pocket was no longer audible, and he gasped, and his head seemed to be filled with hot blood, but he felt that he was calm, as calm as if he had been enchanted.

He knew where Marisa was. That's where he frequents, where Marisa often goes to find him. It was the edge of the dividing line—the territory of the villagers, the boundary between the realm of demons.

He was in danger outside the boundary, and he was saved within the boundary, one step away. He always thought it was incredible. He was not surprised by his luck, because that was a reality that had already happened, and no matter how irrational, could only be taken for granted. What he can't accept is, where does this line come from? Is it defined by people, or by demons? This line is of course the protector of the village, but to him, it is tantamount to a cage.

The boy stood in the shallow woods. His eyes could see the line clearly—the breath that his eyes alone could observe, converging from within the line to the sky, descending from the sky outside the line. He didn't know what that meant, but he knew very well that the demons over there were dangerous, very dangerous. However, he did not find Marisa.

So, he stepped over.

He believed Marisa's intentions, and he trusted his instincts, and he had no reason to believe it, especially the former, but the boy had always been a polite but unreasonable person. The young man is ordinary but proud, amiable but stubborn, exactly that's right.

"Marisa!"

He shouted.

No response.

So, he went deeper into the forest.

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"Hello...... My name is Marisa Kiriyu. ”

Marisa parted the grass. The forest was covered with trees, and the ground was dark, but there was a faint light in the grass. As Marisa moved, a small light jade appeared in front of her.

Marisa had come to find her Len, but she had followed her here. She didn't think much of it, she just thought it was so beautiful. It glows, it flies, and a small figure is faintly visible inside. She thought it was a living creature, perhaps the legendary demon. She was very curious and excited, and many stories that she had heard came to her mind, myths or ghost stories, told by elders or told by Xianglin, she thought, if she found it in the bamboo forest, she could ask Xianglin to help her raise a sister. She giggles at the thought. Sadly, she didn't get a response from Guangyu, and she began to think about her Xianglin. Then, as soon as Datian listened, she immediately heard Xianglin's shout.

"Xianglin~~I'm here~~"

Marisa turned away, and soon with the sound of Shasha's footsteps, Korin appeared in front of her. Her incense was as always, and as soon as she entered the woods, her face was as straight as that of an old pedant in the village. She thought to herself, but she suddenly noticed a different look. Is that...... Scared? Because she had never seen her, she walked towards Xianglin.

These two steps saved her.

A human-like roar exploded behind him, a cold wind brushed by, and the placket of his clothes slammed to the ground.

Marisa falls to the ground.

At the same time, her incense began to run wildly, and he gasped for breath, stepping on the peeling fallen leaves, like a broken bellows.

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The boy was tired, and he should have been able to shout louder so Marisa would have come sooner. So he blamed himself, and he was scared, afraid that Marisa would be seriously injured. So he ran forward.

The boy couldn't tell how the demon behind Marisa appeared, and the beast-shaped black shadow that stood up seemed to suddenly grow out of the air. He was sure it was a demon because he had seen with his own eyes that black clouds had fallen from the sky. He saw the smoke of power around the demon, and he saw the demon swing its claws and slap at Marisa.

The boy rushed to Marisa's side.

The boy's body was not very obedient, but his eyes widened, and the flow of demonic power was clearly reflected in his pupils, and his stiff waist and clumsy claws were unfamiliar hooves, and he read its movements, which were pounces, and he also threw himself on the ground, grabbed Marisa and rolled twice. It was a successful dodge, and he could feel the ground trembling next to him.

A newborn demon. He thought to himself as he watched the demon coordinate the strength of his body and try to stand up.

The boy's eyes could see the demon's muscles—that kind of power. He'd been thinking about applying this since the last time, so he could read the demon's every move clearly. Before, though, all he thought about was escaping from the demons, but now, he muttered, now I can try something bolder.

The demon man stood up and walked tremblingly towards the young man with the young girl in his arms. The boy was not afraid, he had always looked down on demons in his heart, he believed in his feelings, he felt that he had a reason to look down on demons - although he did not know it. He wondered if there was something sleeping in his body, like his eyes. He said in his heart, 'It's time.'

The boy didn't know how to kill the demon, he had seen the demon hunter solve the battle with just one needle, but he didn't even have a needle in his hand. So he reached into his pocket and pulled out what he had touched.

It was an octagonal square box, with fine and dense runes hidden inside, and the front of the ancient gossip was drawn towards the demon, and the transparent prism in the center reflected the sunlight in the shade of the trees.

"Xianglin, what's that?"

"That's a demon."

"What is this?"

The boy pondered for a moment and replied, "This is something that is related to us. ”

"Xianglin ......"

"What's wrong?"

"Here you go."

Marisa tilted her face and pulled her arm out of the boy's embrace. The boy looked down slightly, seeing that Marisa's neck was empty, and seeing the pendant she was holding in her hand. It turned out that she was ready, and it was not this ornament that she was reluctant to bear. The boy couldn't help but be a little moved.

Then, suddenly, he lost consciousness.

Visual, auditory, tactile...... All of them were shocked and retreated by severe pain!

The boy barely opened his eyes and saw his uneven right forearm. Did it break a bone, he gritted his teeth, realizing that he had been slapped away by the demon's claw. The warm liquid spilled up his throat, and he coughed.

The pain was excessive, and my hands and feet became numb. The boy watched as the demon crawled over step by step, and a bass voice like a human's desperate roar came from the roar. He remembered an animal called a bear in the book.

He wasn't going to move anymore, he was neither scared nor angry at this time, he just felt a little disappointed. For a long time, the people of the village have feared the demons like tigers and worshiped gods, but this is just the extent. They are considered to be beings above humans, but they are on a level with wild beasts - no, if it were a real bear, he would probably have become food. In addition to being disappointed, he also felt a little regretful. He finally confirmed that the demon was not his destiny, but his destiny was to end with the demon. It's boring, he thought.

- But the demon stopped.

Thin winds and rays flowed past him. He looked back in amazement to see Marisa holding the box he had assembled. The bagua-shaped patterns lit up one after another, and a projection of yin and yang jade emerged in the center of the transparent circle. The flames tumbled, compressed, condensed, and then turned into an aurora-like phanteur. The darkness faded, the sunlight faded, and it became its domain for some distance. The sparks were reflected in the boy's eyes.

The boy's eyes suddenly brightened and brightened.

He propped himself up with his left arm and moved to Marisa's side.

"Xianglin, I stuffed your yin-yang jade into it......"

"--I gave it to you."

"What?"

"Don't let go!"

The wind grew longer, and the boy's words were drowned out by the wind. Marisa obediently did so, and when he saw that Marisa was struggling to lift it, he held out his left hand. The boy's palm wrapped around Marisa's little hand, which was cold, while his hand was wide and warm.

The air was dominated by the unnamed prop, and a storm rolled up in the dense forest, and the brilliance flowed in the curve of the wind, like a moving movement.

"I gave it to you - I'm not wrong?! That's what we're looking for, a fragment of magic! ”

"Then, Xianglin, what's this called?"

The shouts of the two struggled to pass through the fierce wind. The boy stared at the river of light flowing from the gossip diagram, and Marisa leaned on the boy's shoulder, her face full of excitement. Opposite them were demons, but their hands were clasped together, and they were fearless.

"It's yours, call it whatever you want!"

"I want to think about ......"

- "Boom! ”

Like the aurora descending to the earth, the fire rainbow ploughed open the space and let out a condensed roar, at this moment, only this brilliant fire light was left between heaven and earth!

That's the power of the props in their hands. Such a powerful, such a fantastical power......

Freisa was released from such a delicate little hand. The boy looked at such a power, looked at Marisa like this.

Silence returns. The wind is calm, the light is condensed, the demons are gone, and the two of them are surrounded by peace.

"Xianglin~ Thank you."

"No, Marisa, it's me who wants to thank you."

It's you, Marisa.

The earth that the flames licked, on the scorched earth, the boy who survived the catastrophe gently took the little girl in his arms, very gentle, but very hard.

It turned out that what he was looking for was all around him. The fate he believed in, the eye on which he depended, ended so wonderfully. He smiled contentedly as he recalled the flood of light that was undoubtedly a transcendent miracle.

"That's good."

He said softly.

"Xianglin, I think I'm going to call it."

"Well, you say."

Marisa has no sense of survival. Instead, she hugged the charred box tightly to her chest.

That's all the boy gave her. It was the magic that the boy had given her. That is, the miracle that the teenager gave her.

"I want to ...... Just call it, [Spark of Love]! ”

"That's good."

Spark of Love, that's a great name. He thought.

As a parting gift, it's nice.