Blood, slowly dripping down.

In the icy air, it quickly condenses into ice.

In the holy and faint light, it is refracted in a piece, thrilling poignant.

Unicorns, just stubbornly standing over there.

It seems to be crumbling, but it seems that it will never fall.

Because, there is something that must be guarded; Because, there are reasons to have to stand.

The scream of blood, with the loneliness of a sea cat, and the poignant.

One by one, like a warning, like a curse, like an accusation.

Accuse, these things in front of him, take away his loved ones, sinners, robbers...... Executioner.

Kazama looked at the blood-drenched figure in front of him quietly, and then looked at the two strange bones.

It is also a horse-like beast, one born with different horns, the other with its own wings, holiness and freedom, the luxury of not coexisting, but so perfectly, combined in the desolate creature in front of him.

The love that crosses the race will inevitably become a tragedy that crosses the race.

In the face of the withering of life, any power is so pale and powerless.

Legend has it that the silver horn of a unicorn can detoxify a hundred poisons, break ten thousand laws, and even bring the dead back to life.

And the price is the purest otome's blood.

Therefore, those who hope for eternal love seek otome, and those who covet ill-gotten wealth seek the silver horn.

When the two meet, and then turn into dry bones together, love and wealth eventually turn into a dream within a dream, like a bubble under the scorching sun, quietly passing away.

Only the pair in front of me, with hatred and hatred, mourning blue eyes.

Do not pray for salvation and do not accept it...... At this time, quietly leaving, perhaps, is the best comfort for him......

Opening his hand, Kazama glanced at the spiral silver horn in his hand.

Is it really these things that I need, sad things?

Not to mention the poignant origin of the Night Pearl and the seven-colored stardew that has not yet been seen, the rest, whether it is the tail of the fairy, or the dragon's scales, or the unicorn of this unicorn...... Which one is not at the cost of the other person's life......

Can depriving others of their lives for one's own selfishness really come down to the Heavenly Dao law of the jungle? So, what is the difference between himself and those who lie on the ground and have turned into dry bones, who gamble their lives as a stake to chase wealth by any means?

Leaning over, he gently put the spiral silver horn on the ground, and Kazama raised his head without returning to the ground, and walked in the direction of the women.

A predator, after all, is a predator, for whatever high-sounding reason.

"Meow~"

In the air, an abrupt cry sounded.

Dragging, a long, languid tail note peculiar to cats.

The moon-white figure that came out of nowhere, lightly, landed on Kazama's shoulder.

As soon as the pink mouth loosened, the glimmering spiral silver horn fell straight down.

"Na~ little guy, I want to help...... This kid? ”

A familiar voice, ringing in my head, with the transparency of a marble soda.

The palm of the hand is slightly opened, and gently, the broken corner is caught.

Kazama was slightly stunned, and then turned around again.

looked at the dying figure.

Silent jaw.

"Uh-huh, what a good boy!"

Nodding as if satisfied, Meow Shinobi, who was standing in Kazama, got up quickly, and then, stretched hard.

For a while, the moon-white hair on the whole body stood upside down as if frightened, and the originally slender and elegant body turned into a big hairball in the blink of an eye.

"It's going to start~ Get ready for the most intimate contact with your sister!"

The big fluffy hairball suddenly contracted, and in an instant, it turned into a tiny point of light and rushed into Kazama's head.

lost his mind for a moment, and immediately, his blood boiled.

The slippery and soft touch, with a hint of hot temperature, slowly wrapped up.

Little by little, it clings tightly to Kazama's skin, rubbing, and drifting.

Like a sea serpent, gradually, it binds itself.

Without a single crevice.

It's like going on, a.g., the most intimate encounter.

I said...... Feed...... If this continues...... I ......"

The body becomes piping hot.

But, obviously, there is nothing, and if you barely look at it from your body, there is nothing......

Like, an illusion.

But the feeling was so real.

"You don't need to be patient~ Close your eyes well, relax, and feel the presence of your sister with your heart~"

"Hmm...... Even if you say so, this state is ...... There's no way to calm down, right......"

Like a complaint, like a moan.

Kazama's eyes gradually became blurred, and then finally closed slowly.

On the other hand, there is a gradual flush on the skin.

"Ahh......hh What an H child...... It seems that I can only use those untasty formulas......"

Slightly, a transparent voice like a sigh, with a hint of helplessness.

Then, slowly, like a chant, it sounded in Kazama's heart.

"Follow my sister to read it~ Eyes and nose, nose and mouth, mouth and heart, hold the yuan and keep one, turn the world into the invisible, live forever and see for a long time, and establish all things in the natal ......"

"Eyes and noses...... Nasal and oral ...... Oral and Mental ......"

The impetuous heart, slowly, fell silent.

As a result, the voice in my heart became louder and louder.

"The form of the form is the form of the form, and the form of the invisible is the meaning of the word; The form, the void of all things, the mind, the reality of all laws......"

The mantra, little by little, ripples like flowing water.

The slippery and soft feeling was tightly wrapped around Kazama's divine sense, and with him, slowly, rippled to the limbs and bones.

The heart, the lungs, the meridians, the blood, and even every tiny cell, without exception, are mapped to Kazama's consciousness......

Then, gradually blurred.

With a "boom", it exploded.

Transform into one, colorful ball of thorns.

Twelve rays of light of different colors slowly drifted away from it like a swimming snake.

"It's ...... The source of the person? ”

There was no answer, only divine consciousness, slowly entwined, tightly binding the source of the person.

Then, take it with you and go up gradually.

All the way, it has risen to, Kazama's feather-raising Dumai Nimaru Palace.

"With the real to resist the virtual, to the virtual to the real, the real contains the virtual, the virtual in the nurture the real, the virtual and the real intersect, yin and yang are compatible, then it can be transformed into thousands of forms, from the heart is not limited to heaven and earth......"

Finally, the vague divine consciousness, as if it was tired of it, slid out of the body that had imprisoned him.

Together, the source of the person who is bound.

In an instant, what caught my eye was the void shell called "Kazama Raising Feathers" that stood in place in a daze, as if in a fixed state, and the surprised faces of Su Yu and others.

The only one looking down on this divine consciousness may be the silver-white beast that has been silent.

In his red eyes, there was a rare smile of relief.

It's fleeting.

Just stayed for a moment, and before Kazama had time to take a closer look, he suddenly felt a tightness in his senses, and then he was firmly wrapped in the slippery touch, and rushed towards the spiral silver horn in his hand.

In my heart, a voice came, as if whispering, low and hoarse.

"Na~ As the first transformation, just rely on it, the power of longing~"

Divine consciousness, wrapped in the source of the person, poured in in an instant.

Hands, unconsciously clenched.

Hold it tightly, the spiral silver horn that is getting brighter and brighter.

There was a kind of longing that slowly seeped out of it, little by little, slowly, wrapped the source of Kazama's personality and then gradually took shape.

It's like a fetus, growing crazy at a frightening speed.

Points, countless points of light, condensed at an incredible speed, quickly attaching themselves to the Consciousness, or, to be exact, the Person.

From a vague cloud of light at the beginning, to a slow spread and stretch, and then the formation of limbs and torso, and finally, the neck and hooves are raised, and the longitudinal hiss.

With a "boom", the blurry light suddenly exploded.

A white, white figure and a bright light erupted in an instant.

With holiness, with loneliness, with unstoppable pride.

There are no wings, but they have deeper blue eyes, and more brilliant silver horns.

It seems that the sky is thousands of miles long, and the sea is swirling; It is like the Milky Way falling, and the scorching sun melting.

That's one, a real unicorn!

Kazama raised his feathers and stood in place, as if he was stupid, staring at his new body, like a newborn baby, holding the enthusiasm for the whole world, and cheering loudly.

However, the cheer, as soon as it came out, turned into a melodious hiss.

With joy, with excitement.

At the same time, a light cluster suddenly slowly appeared on the edge of Kazama's feathers, and then, it changed rapidly.

In an instant, it turned into a sturdy white horse.

With a "bang", a pair of white wings were opened, and a breeze was rolled up with a slight tremble.

"Actually...... Unicorns and Pegasi turned out to be?! ”

Ji's eyes widened, and he looked at the two creatures that appeared in front of him in disbelief, and for a while, he was slightly out of shape.

Pegasus, slightly pursed his lips, "hissed" a hint of a mischievous smile.

Kazama was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood.

Looking back, it was a long time agonized transparent blue eyes.

Joy, hesitation, vigilance, with a slight timidity, straight forgot to come.

The trembling hooves were gently raised, but timidly lowered.

Three points of surprise, seven points of uneasiness, as if afraid of his abruptness and shattering this dream.

However, the excitement finally couldn't be suppressed, and it surged out, turning into a gentle wail.

It hurts my heart.

Taking a slow step, Kazama smiled softly, and with what he thought was the most loving face, he slowly walked towards the wounded soul.

Step by step, side by side with Meow Shinobi's Pegasus, walk forward.

Then, at last, I touched the heavy breath.

And that, the desperate smell of blood.

For a moment, the heart contracted violently.

The silver horn in front of his forehead suddenly came with a strong fluctuation.

Countless memories, with the thoughts of the sea, poured in domineeringly.

Finally, it turned into a mournful whisper.

neck, involuntarily leaning forward, gently rubbing, and the blue eyes, staggered.

At that moment, a strange voice sounded in my ears.

Then, go straight to the soul.

Weak and passionate wail, as if coquettish, with the joy of prostration.

It's like a little child who ran away from home, and finally returned to the warm embrace that was enough to avoid all the wind and waves and comfort the scars of a lifetime after being bruised all over his body.

Years can dilute memories or bury scars.

However, there are some people, some things, and some people, and the feelings that go deep into the bone marrow will become more and more profound with the flow of time.

Day after day, year after year, slowly, slowly, precipitated.

Finally, it condenses into a dream of eternal life.

Even after many years of death, they will return, night by night, night by night.

lingering......