Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Under the moonlight, the chase of one person, one demon and one witch is still going on, I am afraid this farce will continue in the days to come.

The daily life in Gensokyo is still going on, although it is noisy, but...hehe, gratifying, gratifying~

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Fin

Volume Fourteen Fanwai·Meihong Chapter One Dreams in Dreams

There has never been a story that is beautiful from beginning to end. Who said this sentence?I can't remember it.

When she opened her eyes, the girl was still crying, her sadness was like this continuous raindrops, dripping on her body, taking away the only warmth.

Raising his face, the season that was supposed to be white was replaced by the flames of a prairie prairie fire. Even if he tried to search the crimson ocean, he couldn't find a harbor where he could rest.

The wind started, and the flames started to run. I seemed to have turned into a flame, and along with them, I roared silently under this indifferent sky.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally stopped. When I woke up, the girl squatted beside me. She stopped crying, her tears turned into flames, and tightened my neck. She asked me a question: "Why? Are you still alive?"

I opened my mouth, unable to answer, my breathing gradually became difficult, I couldn't even speak a word.

...

Meihong woke up from her dream, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the clothes behind her were soaked with sweat. She lowered her head and looked at the black bedboard beside her, which seemed to be caused by her unconsciously.

Like all dreams in the past, the fragmented content was quickly forgotten by her. The moonlight spilled on the ground through the paper window, and at this moment, Meihong was completely sleepy.

Pushing open the door, under the dim night, the quiet bamboo forest spreads along an endless gravel road to the end of the line of sight. She changed into clothes for going out, and Meihong, with her hands in her pockets, followed the direction of memory and moved Walking deep in the bamboo forest.

In a trance, the surrounding bamboos began to twist and deform, and the sound of flames ignited from behind seemed to be heard, and the crackling sound of beeping one after another.

Meihong stopped and turned back. The road when she came was already flooded by a sea of ​​fire. She was taken aback and blinked vigorously. The cold moonlight once again became the main tone of the bamboo forest.

An illusion?

After recovering, Meihong realized that she had come to a luxurious courtyard unknowingly, and the wooden sign engraved with the eternal pavilion made her unwilling to take any further steps.

She slapped her tongue, Meihong turned her head decisively, but there was still a nasty voice behind her.

"Oh, isn't this a turkey? It's rare for you to have this kind of taste. After staying at Baize for a long time, you finally got a genetic mutation, right?" Hui Ye's mean character won't change even in another ten thousand years. , Da Meihong is even more of her daily life.

"Shut up Huiye," Huiye slanted a glance, and Meihong said unwillingly: "It's you, you are rarely dressed like a person tonight, that old woman finally corrected your distorted personality?"

"Hehe, my concubine advises you to be kind, although Yonglin doesn't like to bully the small with big things, except for those who die."

"Humph."

Turning her head in disdain, Meihong was too lazy to care about Huiye today, not because she was afraid of trouble, but she was not in that mood.

This kind of sister red obviously made Huiye feel a special sense of freshness. She raised her arms and half-sleeved to hide her face, playing with the taste: "A la la, like a puppy abandoned by the owner, showing this expression Do you want the love of your concubine?"

"expensive?"

Meihong hangs her brows upside down, and the flames entwined around her turn into a very aggressive feather coat. The rising flame wraps her fist. As long as Huiye dares to say another word, she will dare to touch the other party with Everlasting Pavilion. Up.

It’s just that she hadn’t heard Huiye’s reply, but Meihong was horrified to find that Huiye in front of her was undergoing a weird transformation, surrounded by malicious black air, and the red light gathered into the shape of a sword. She held it in her hand.

In those eyes, the chaos that surpassed reality and illusion was condensing, as deep as a vortex on the seabed, and the dull darkness was madly devouring all the breath of living beings.

That is simply not an existence that should be born in the world.

A kind of creepy fear came to her heart, and the size of the flame in Meihong's hand suddenly skyrocketed several times, but when she was about to purify all the sins in front of her, what she saw was Huiye's stunned expression.

"Turkey, what are you doing?"

Hui Ye, who was approached by the flame, showed an unbelievable expression. Although the two often beat you to death, most of the time they were restrained within a controllable range.

And just now, she actually felt Meihong's killing intent, which she had never had before.

It is different from the previous hatred that originated from long-term grievances, but a kind of diametrically opposed life and death, light and darkness.

Mei Hong stopped the movements in her hand in a daze, Hui Ye restored her original appearance, but why, the guy I saw just now seems to have an incomprehensible sense of familiarity.

As if I have seen it somewhere...

The sister Hong who made an oolong mess didn't mean to explain, so Huiye left the eternal pavilion with an inexplicable face.

The misty bamboo forest made a rustling sound, the full moon above her head revealed a strange brilliance, and Meihong's mood became irritable for no reason.

Her steps were getting faster and faster, as if she wanted to escape something, the dream scene began to become clear in her mind, and she felt that the demon power in her whole body began to become unstable, and a sense of inability to restrain her made her more and more. The harder it was to suppress the agitation that was almost instinctive.

There was the sound of flames in the ear again, and the hot touch slashed across the skin, and stopped abruptly. The surrounding area was already wrapped in a raging sea of ​​fire.

Wearing a green dress, Huiyin appeared in the flames without warning, two crescent-like horns were raised to the sky, and the indifferent eyes lost the color of humanity.

"..."

A trace of surprise flashed in the scarlet eyes, Meihong didn't say a word, and the flames of Yuyi wrapped around her again. This time she chose to attack without hesitation.

The jetted pillar of fire penetrated Huiyin's body, but there was no touch of hitting the entity. Bai Ze's shadow turned into a plume of blue smoke in the flame, without making any sound.

And just after she disappeared, there was the only road that was not covered by flames.

Meihong gritted her teeth and set foot on this road, all the sounds around her were moving away, flames, moonlight, and bamboo forest. When all the light was swallowed by darkness, she finally reached the end of the road.

Where, a mysterious person in a black robe is waiting for her, ancient, remote, and isolated from the world, making it impossible to imagine that there is such a existence in the world.

But Meihong didn't care so much, the flame in her hand lit up the darkness, and she asked in an angry tone: "Is that you? The guy who made these messy things around Lao Tzu!"

"you are wrong."

Unexpectedly, there was a surprisingly young voice under the black robe. He said to Mei Hong faintly: "I have come to let everything end, Mei Hong."

When the voice fell, he put out a hand from under the black robe, and the golden key gleamed to envelop them...

Chapter Two Fragments of the World

"Um...here is it?"

When he opened his eyes again, he saw an unfamiliar scene, the broken ground, unburned flames, and the breath of killing in the air.

Enchantment?No, a little bit different...

Meihong looked around, her vigilance in her heart increased a bit: "What are you guys doing?"

Facing Meihong's question, the black robe man did not answer any positive questions, but quietly raised his neck, looked at the cold night sky, and muttered: "It's almost time to come..."