The sun, the boy, the head of the ancestor of the demons, the evil spirits that have been annihilated into dust everywhere.

Scales, Purgatory, Silami, Rabbit, Butterfly........

The previous generation, this generation, the next generation, everyone is laughing!

Though.........

The face and age of the young man in the picture always give Yaoya a sense of peacekeeping.

But that symbolizes the future of the ending can't be wrong!

A curse of thousands of years, broken!

A tragedy of thousands of years has come to an end!

In his generation, in the hands of this generation of ghost slayer children, it is also in the hands of Ming Fei!

Next generation!

Next to the next generation!

From now on, people no longer have to worry about the bloodlust of evil spirits.

Since then, people have been as safe at night as they are during the day, and they no longer have to burn the scent of wisteria flowers.

All children don't have to lick blood on the tip of a knife, they can pursue their own ideals!

Therefore, Yaoya Sanyashiki will do his best to pave the way for that young man, even if the price he needs to pay is himself!

"Of course, there is another point, Mr. Shi Tou, they have also intentionally or unintentionally mentioned that they hope that Ming Fei and them can slow down."

"How can I deprive my parents and relatives of their kindness at will?"

Yaoya Yaoya looked at the sky from afar, and couldn't help pursing his lips and murmuring,

"If it weren't for Chanahui's child insisting on participating in this team entrance assessment, and even convincing her parents, I would have hoped that she would have been slower?"

I couldn't help but smile and shake my head.

It was he who said more,

After all, what's wrong with a child wanting to run on their chosen path and catch up with someone?

All are equally stubborn,

Even he, like those children, wants to go to the battlefield,

But his weak body deprived him of the right to make choices.

But it doesn't matter, he has things he can do.

Click——!

The oil-paper umbrella is propped up,

Yaoya was a little stubborn to stop his wife's move of wanting to hold an umbrella, and said softly,

"Tianyin, you should pay more attention to your body now."

"And, while my body can still move, let me do it myself."

"Brother Grief Mingyu, stay."

A family of four, after bowing goodbye to the sad Mingyu, stepped into the rain curtain,

Halfway through the line, Yaoya looked sideways at the gloomy sky, and couldn't help but murmur from the heart,

"Tianyin, let's go to the cemetery to see the group of children and the sacrificed seniors."

He is 15 years old, and he is halfway through his life.

This year, the curse has become more and more rampant, and now it has begun to strip him of his vision.

The raindrops that used to flicker like pearls and jade were now smeared with a haze that made him a little frightened.

It won't be long before he loses his vision completely.

"Go faster, Hinata, Hinaka." Yaoya smiled softly, not at all panicked about to lose his vision, and he didn't look like a teenager who was about to die.

He and his wife each held one of their daughter's hands, stepped on the figure of broken leaves, and disappeared into the rain shadow of the stone road.

Before the curse deprived him of his life, he had not yet deprived him of all his vision.

He will do his best to remember the faces and names of the children who died fighting the demons.

It's the only thing he can do now,

With their souls, with everyone's expectations, to wait, to lead the dawn of victory.

It doesn't matter if you can't wait,

Even if life ends, the soul, like all human beings, will always look forward to that day.

In late autumn today, the dome wept, and suddenly there was thunder and storm.

Rumble——!

.........

[Boom——!

You are wearing a hat and a robe, and you look back at the purple dragon dancing shadow in the sky, and your eyes whisper,

"Go faster!" 】

[You hurried through the heavy rain, shuttled through the fields, and arrived at a village-that was the peach mountain where the previous Ming Zhu lived in seclusion. 】

.......

[Breath and bonding, autumn rain and thunder are rampant... First Sight of Jealousy', unfolded. 】

......

The autumn rain is raging, withering the fragrance of birds and flowers on weekdays.

"Nope! No! No! No! ”

"I'm not married! Don't practice knives! Don't fight the ghosts! ”

"Old man, is this what you mean by no danger? I tell you, even if you help me pay off my debts, don't try to deprive me of my right to marry a wife with two arms and two legs, and two grandmothers with one mouth! ”

In the distance, Shi Cheng Fei heard the exclamation of some immature tones in the night rain house!

"Old man?"

A fox-like boy with a long samurai head and a gloomy face staring at my wife Seonyi,

"Don't tell me the surprise you said in your letter, it's such a timid thing?"

What a disappointment! He thought that something would increase his strength.

"What are you talking about, be respectful to your junior brother, what's wrong with finding someone to accompany you to practice swords." Kuwajima Jigoro has gray hair, a hijab, a mustache on his face, and his eyes with slightly dark circles flashing a little fiercely, but his tone is very helpless.

He looked at my wife Shanyi, who was holding his thighs and crying bitterly, and said seriously,

"Shanyi, you don't have to be afraid, you are a talented person, as long as you exercise diligently, you will be as strong as your senior brother in a few years, and ordinary evil ghosts can't help you."

"Also, you're only eight years old, and now you want to marry a wife or something, it's too early."

"Cut!" Hearing this, Miyue on one side clenched his fists, and his jealousy burned with jealousy.

It won't take a few years to surpass him?

Damn it!

What does this dead old man mean!

"Don't!" When my wife heard this, she hugged her tighter,

"Grandpa, you paid off the debt for me, I will serve you honestly, and then marry you a granddaughter-in-law, so that your children and grandchildren will be full."

"Evil ghost or something......... My wife Shanyi snorted and cried, and when she looked up, her voice was hoarse,

"How far and how far to roll!"

Thundered!

The thunder broke out, and the wooden door was pushed open, which frightened my wife Shanyi.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Kuwashima here?"

Shi Cheng Fei pinched the letter of introduction and politely asked the only old man in the house.

"Ahh You are the one mentioned in the Lord's letter, right? ”

"I'm Kuwajima Jigoro, the last Naruto! Anyway, is that old guy okay? ”

Kuwajima Jigoro also slowly dragged my wife Shanyi on her thigh, stumbled to the door, and patted Shi Zhifei's shoulder kindly,

"Forget it, that guy doesn't matter."

Kuwajima Jigoro introduced to the Tsukaku behind him,

"Introduction, Miaoyue, I'm not a big disciple."

"Miaoyue, this is Shi Xiangfei, he is a rare genius in a hundred years as mentioned in the lord's letter, I heard that he has successfully mastered the four major breathing methods of flame, water, wind, and rock, I really don't know what he will become after mastering the breath of thunder for a period of time."

"If you have a chance, you two can compete."