Two months later

"How about Xiaoice Li?"

On the way back to Fengzhi Village, Su Mo patted Bingli's little head with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Uh-huh, the world is so big! Lots of amazing places! ”

Bingli, who was taken by Su Mo and walked around almost the entire island country, was very happy: "It's really fun to knock over the local ruffians everywhere!" ”

“......”

Is this really my daughter?

Su Mo was sincerely skeptical, but then he thought about his performance in the face of battle......

That's right, this is indeed my daughter, as if it were fake.

Cover your face gloomily.

Since saying goodbye to a certain killer Ji, in the past two months, Su Xiaomo's children's shoes with his own sword elf and daughter have one more thing in addition to traveling - beating people, oh no, it's beating demons.

It's the kind of crab crossing the street to see those who like to do bad things, those who don't look good, and those who don't have a bad heart, and those who like to play pranks.

Well, the first two were personally given away by Su Mo and Esther, who gave away a one-way ticket to hell for free. And the last kind is to let the itchy Xiaoice Li compete with the girl - well, of course, there is a certain father on the side to personally protect the law.

has been using huge magic to deter the other party, as long as Ya dares to use the power that can hurt her daughter, she decisively presses Ya to the ground.

Regarding Bingli's cultivation, Su Mo said that he didn't have the kind of preparation for a lion to push his cub off the cliff - daughter, just spoil it, as long as the character doesn't deviate from the battle or something, it's not a problem at all.

Those things are enough to make yourself so battle-hardened, aren't they?

That's right, Su Mo's requirements for Bingli's growth did not make her grow into a big monster with superior combat effectiveness as Slippery Scoop's expectations for the carp companion, for him, as long as Bingli can grow up healthy and happy to become a good girl who can make him feel gratified.

Although it is only time to see what the child will become, it is - after all, there will always be things in the world that are not subject to human will.

And there are definitely quite a few of them.

................

Why am I resurrected?

In a small poor village deep in the mountains, suddenly there is a beautiful witch named Kikyo, with high mana.

――This is an incredible thing for the villagers, because shrine maidens like that should only exist in the ornate shrines enshrined by the powerful daimyos.

But the truth is that the Kikyo shrine maiden joined the village so indifferently - living in a dilapidated log cabin without the slightest mind.

Moreover, this shrine maiden is not only spiritually powerful, and easily destroys the invading monsters with holy bows and arrows, but also has a kind heart, teaching the villagers how to identify medicinal herbs to treat injuries.

There is no doubt that she is a goddess.

But there was one thing that puzzled them, for the goddess never seemed to smile—even the most gentle with a bleak sadness on her face.

And as for the reason.......

"Why am I resurrected?"

Gently caressing the dead soul insect that was wrapped around him as if it was intimate and coquettish to him, the white and beautiful face of the most powerful shrine maiden in the world at that time, who had died fifty years ago, had unconcealed sadness.

- It's not that she doesn't want to hide, it's just that she can't do it.

Because there is so much grief that it can't be done at all.

That's right, she's resurrected, and her body is a terracotta figurine made by an old witch named Oni Maiden Litao who stole her ashes and burned them - and what sustains this body is the memories that belong only to Kikyo from Kagome's soul - and obsession.

Even she herself didn't know what it was.

I've already confirmed with my own eyes that the night child who can't rest assured is still alive and stronger, and has a lot of trustworthy partners, right?

Why can I still be resurrected? Can you still rely on obsession and the dead souls provided by these soul worms to maintain the movement of this body after losing your soul?

She didn't know any of this, she didn't want to know, she didn't dare to know.

She remembered that when she suddenly recovered, she saw the look on the face of the girl with silver hair and red clothes who was so nervous that she had to worry about it that she was about to cry.

At that time, his heart was also trembling - but after returning his soul to the girl who had lost consciousness because of himself, Kikyo made the choice to leave.

After forcing the half-demon girl with a distressing expression on her face with an arrow wrapped in huge spiritual power to retreat, Kikyo disappeared there.

She knew that she didn't belong to this era, and the current world should not allow such a self to appear again.

After stumbling and lost for a long time, she woke up. Despite all the grief and pain in her heart, she still woke up.

You should always do something, right?

She thought so.

Then she remembered that she was a shrine maiden.

Then let's go find a village, a village that is as poor and remote as the village of Kaede once was.

So she went deep into the mountains and came to this village that gave her a sense of familiarity, and became a shrine maiden who guarded the villagers.

But despite this, although I was looking for all kinds of things to anesthetize myself all day long, the sadness became more and more intense—I can't forget it, how can I forget it.

The hateful youkai transformed into a night and wielded ridiculous swordsmanship to severely injure himself.

The hateful youkai transformed into his own form and used an arrow full of evil energy to infuse Yazi's body with a vicious curse.

So, ah-

The shrine maiden, who had been busy all day, suddenly heard such a voice in her heart.

It's like the devil smiling and sending out his own temptation.

Since I can't forget my sorrows,

Kikyo has an ominous premonition that this devil's temptation will lead her into the abyss.

This is a matter of course, and the result of being tempted by the devil is naturally to fall into the abyss.

But no matter how much I wanted to refuse, I still couldn't help but lean over, and I couldn't help but want to listen to the last words.

Then, she heard.

The sentence is-

Hate it.

Since you can't forget your sorrow, go and hate it with all your might.

To those who framed you for falling into such a situation, to those who framed you for missing out on the happiness you deserved, to those who framed you for fifty years in a trance and then remembered such pain and sorrow again.

Hate, don't care about your identity, because you're already a dead man.

Hate it, don't care what the world thinks, because you don't belong here.

So, drop everything.

So just hate the man who caused all this.

It's an easy thing to do, isn't it? (To be continued.) )