Demon Sword Man's Journey to Honmaru

Chapter 29

"This world is chaotic and irrational..."

This is something I have understood since I was born. Even if we live on the same ground and eat the same food, there will always be unequal gaps between people. Just like me, I have more You need a precocious mind, and a pair of eyes that can see strange things.

For the human race, individuals who are much more than ordinary will be called geniuses by outsiders, and the strange thing is that once the extent exceeds human imagination, that individual will be called a monster.It is a great honor that the son of the white fox, Ampere Qingming, who is known as the greatest onmyoji by the world, was given such a terrible name-monster when he was a child.

Being called a monster, I was naturally shunned by my peers and even adults. The only one who could be with me was my mother who was transformed into a human by the white fox, and my father was an unknown yin and yang. Master, shortly after he was born, he lost his life in a demon extermination activity.

As a child with a half-demon identity, taking into account the bloodlines of both humans and white foxes, the pure and huge spiritual power that is born with him is completely irresistible in the eyes of most monsters, but in the eyes of more powerful monsters. , that pure spiritual power becomes even more precious.

His mother, Baihu, was seriously injured after giving birth to herself, and as a great monster, almost no monsters could defeat her.Therefore, under the protection of my mother, I escaped the coveting of many monsters...

However, as a child, I was always easily attracted by the outside world. I ran out of my mother’s protective net and came to play outside. There was no danger at first, and I also met many monster friends. The confused and powerful Yingcao , the mountain rabbit who loves to run and tease people, the peach blossom demon dancing in the peach blossom forest... everyone is very gentle, maybe the friends I met are too dull, and they don't have any sense of my identity as a half-demon I don't care a little bit, before I met my mentor, I spent my childhood playing with these monster friends...

Of course, the outside world is not so beautiful. During this period of time, I have experienced two life-threatening situations. One time, I was rescued by a crane with a bamboo hat on the way when I was kidnapped by a vicious monster. Bird monsters have an unusual love for children.

And the other time was the first time I really faced the fear called death...

There are very few existences in this world that can be called great monsters. My mother, Baihu, is one of them. After giving birth to herself, her strength has dropped a lot, but she can protect a half-monster from being coveted by many monsters for ten years. He is so powerful, but in front of the real big monster, it is still not worth mentioning.

Facing his mortal enemy for many years, his mother's backward strength and her young self became the biggest burden. Even her mother's self-detonation to save her life still couldn't hurt the big monster named Wolf Spirit. The wolf's mouth was facing him, and the bloody gas that he swallowed made him feel sick. However, under the murderous aura of the big monster, even moving his fingers became a huge challenge.

"Boy, if it wasn't for you, if your mother blew herself up with all her strength, I wouldn't be able to finish without injury."

A thick and hoarse voice sounded from the huge mouth, with undisguised sarcasm and contempt, two pupils the size of basketballs looked at him, shining with interesting light,

"Boy, in order to thank you for your trouble, I will give you 10 minutes. If you escape my pursuit, I will let you live. How about it?"

Like a wild cat playing with its prey, for its own pleasure, it gave itself a life that is equivalent to a dead end, a big monster, a half-monster who is only 10 years old, 10 minutes of running time.

However, for some reason, at the moment when the voice of the wolf demon fell, I broke free from the oppression of the huge monster aura, and started to run out into the jungle, towards the life that I knew was a dead end...

If I die, I will not be able to avenge my mother, if I die, I will not be able to play with my friends, if I die, I will not be able to see the world with my own eyes...

Therefore, I ran out desperately, and the branches scratched my clothes and skin, and drips of red blood dripped out, mixed with sweat. Even if I fell down by the roots, I endured the pain and stood up. Running desperately towards the depths of the forest...

Suddenly, when walking out of the jungle, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure, a little taller than himself, wearing tattered samurai armor, and seemed to be holding a big knife in his hand, walking slowly in the shadow of the jungle with.

"Run!"

For some reason, at this moment of desperation, I actually had the energy to shout two words. The figure of the man paused slightly, his head slowly turned around, and his face was reflected under the tattered helmet. At that time, the first thing I remembered was not the face that was so exquisite that it was not human, but the pair of eyes that were as dark as night and were horribly empty. At the same moment, there was a loud roar from the direction I ran. ,

10 minutes, here we go...

It's time for my own death...

When the terrifying and ugly giant wolf demon appeared in his sight, he couldn't help closing his eyes in despair,

"Is this death?"

My struggle was like a joke, but the overwhelming hatred in my heart was gradually subsided at this moment, as if I couldn't feel anything, the only thing I could feel was a faint unwillingness and guilt for that delicate-faced boy,

Sorry for bringing you into this.

Then he lost consciousness, but before losing consciousness, he heard a conversation in his ear...

"You're blocking my way."

"Huh? Who are you? Forget it, that kid is unconscious, so I'll take you first!"

And when I woke up again, what I saw was not the Wangchuan Bridge where Po Meng was, but also the woods where I was before I lost consciousness, but in front of my eyes, a huge wolf head was lying quietly on the grass, the pair of The playful eyes were already filled with fear, staring at him blankly, the cut surface of the headless corpse was as flat as the surface of water, the blood gradually oozing out dyed a piece of grass red, and the foul smell of rust surrounded him. next to myself.

The only thing missing was the young man with a delicate face in tattered armor.

The author has something to say:

By the way, does the copywriting need to be changed...Suddenly I feel that Cha's copywriting is so useless (cover your face.)

Qingming cp I decided on Boya ha QWQ, objection is invalid!Yaodao is just Seimei's best friend (Fog)!

There should be extra chapters tonight.