Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The night was dark, and the moonlight was blocked by the dense branches and leaves, revealing a gloomy feeling for no reason.

The boy under the tree held a knife in his hand, and the humanoid creature opposite was a unique species in this world.The blade erupted with red flames, like a blooming red lotus, and the circular trajectory was beautiful and powerful at the same time.

"I remember, unique to this world, the name is, ghost." The man with golden pupils sat on a branch, and no one saw his figure, and the person standing on another branch.The two looked at the scene below. After the amazing blow, the young man fell to the ground and exhausted all his strength, but it was a pity that the ghost with the appearance of a child did not die.The boy's blow completely enraged the opponent.

"That is, the son of destiny in this world." The young man with light blond hair and a bewitching face rested on his lower lip with his left index finger, and his eyelashes, which were also light blond, drooped slightly.Mr. Fumeng looked down at everything that happened below from a high position, and there seemed to be thousands of lights shining in his golden pupils. "Ah, the Destined Child of this world. But..."

The long-stemmed pipe in Fumeng's right hand was slightly lowered, and he exhaled slowly, the lingering smoke turned into a butterfly, flapping its wings and flying, with illusory beauty, the colorful wings dropped phosphorous powder, "You also noticed it ah."

The drug seller nodded lightly, "There is your breath, although it is very weak."

Hidden deeply under the thick blood, the white child-like ghost, when it finally dispersed, leaked out along with that tiny breath.Mr. Fumeng spread out his left palm, and the butterfly entangled around several people flew towards him, and finally landed in the man's hand. After flapping his wings twice, he left again, and a golden thread also fell into his hand.

The pharmacists knew they were right when they saw the golden thread.The black-haired man was silent for a while, the short golden line suddenly changed into a series of golden text, the notebook he was carrying flew out automatically, and turned to a blank page, the golden text didn't hesitate at all, slipped past, the notebook Close it and fall into the man's hand.

"It seems that this time, we're going to be in trouble." The drug seller looked at the bright moon in the sky. Although there was a monster named ghost, it was not that there was no monster's breath, but the monster's breath was too weak.

Fumeng lowered her eyes, "There used to be monsters in this mountain." But now the whole mountain has a strong smell of blood, rotting bones, and the death and corpse aura covering the whole mountain. It is not suitable for survival.Of course, this smell and smell are not something humans can detect.But in the eyes of people like the medicine seller and Fumeng, it was very obvious.

The figures of the two people disappeared in place, and no one noticed that there were two people on a certain tree looking at them like that.

Coincidentally, this world is the Taisho era, the collision of the East and the West, the rise of science and technology, the mystery has not faded, there are both ancient traditions and new trends in the West.The white shirt is covered with a black kimono, and the golden butterfly spreads its wings as if it can become real from the clothes at any time, dancing gracefully.Logically speaking, men are generally not suitable for such a mysterious charm, like a black rose in full bloom, taboo beauty, exuding a cold, luxurious and rich fragrance, but men are very suitable.

Pedestrians around could only smell a bit of the gorgeous fantasy left behind by the fragrant fragrance, like a hallucination, it was still a bustling scene in the blink of an eye, thinking it was their own illusion.But in fact, two men wearing butterfly patterns passed by.This is a specially designed spell to reduce its influence.Fumeng's hair spread out, the silky crow feather-colored long hair seemed to be spreading silk threads, dangerous and charming.There is black hair passing through the golden headdress, and the golden teardrop-shaped pendant will sway gently with his movements. The long ink-colored hair is in sharp contrast with the golden hair ornament, and the teardrop-shaped pendant is slightly hidden in the Between the hair.

"The Nuliang team summoned monsters to fight against ghosts." The man who stood still suddenly turned his head and looked towards a somewhat dark corner, where there was something that ordinary people couldn't see, monsters.Obviously, the gathered monsters are very weak monsters, and their strength is not enough to participate in this kind of battle, so it can only be discussed.But just such information is enough.

"It seems that an old friend is in trouble." Mr. Floating Dream pulled a smile, something was flowing in his golden eyes.The drug seller could also see and hear it naturally, his tone didn't change at all, "Go, meet?" Although it was a question, but based on his understanding of Fumeng, he probably knew his plan.

"The situation of monsters is not good now." The drug seller blinked, and there was no surprise in his light blue pupils. After all, he had already expected this kind of breath when he felt the breath of floating dreams from the ghost's body. something happened.Mr. Fu Meng rolled his eyes slightly, and his tone was also very calm, "Since you are an old friend, please help. After all, he is also the son of an old friend."

Fumeng continued to walk forward, "But before that, let's find a place to eat." This time, the mercury snake did not follow, after all, it had entered the moulting period. After resisting, she was still pressed down by Mr. Floating Dream, letting her go through the shedding period obediently.Naturally, the drug seller would not refuse. It is already morning, the sun is rising, and the dark smile at night is under the light.

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"Thank you for your hospitality." Mr. Fu Meng put his hands together and said softly.After doing this, he raised his head, and the alluring young man just looked at him quietly, as if he was looking at a painting. "What's wrong?" Fumeng asked her doubts, those brilliant golden eyes were even more shockingly beautiful under the light, he didn't know, at this moment he was covered with a light golden light that belonged to the sun .

The drug seller shook his head, he always liked to look at him quietly like this, they were not always together, in fact, they spent more time walking around separately.But it doesn't mean that this kind of life is not good, the drug seller enjoys this kind of life very much.

"Since there is nothing wrong, let's go." Mr. Floating Dream walked out first. At some time, an illusory butterfly landed on his finger, fluttered its wings lightly, and dropped colored phosphor powder. Phosphor powder is not only for appearance, but also for marking.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the world changed.

"It looks like it's not too late."

A cold and unfamiliar voice came from one side, accompanied by the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

Before the visitor spoke, they didn't notice anyone at all. No, until now, they couldn't feel the breath. The voice seemed to be made by a ghost without a body.

The pillars of the ghost killing team held their breaths and concentrated, but what they saw were two men who did not look like ordinary people.Can stand under the sun, no doubt, not a ghost.But no one can come here, but judging from the other party's current appearance, there is no malice.The black-haired man has a butterfly resting on his left index finger, while his right hand hangs down, holding a writing brush in his hand.

The other man had red makeup on his face and a medicine box on his back. The kimono seemed to be a woman's, but it didn't make people feel awkward, but it was very timely.In short, these two people seem too strange anyway.

Just as the two sides were confronting each other, the butterfly in the black-haired man's hand flapped its wings, and under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, it slowly flew towards the boy with the scar on his forehead, and finally landed on his shoulder.

"Huh?" Apparently, Tanjiro Kamado was stunned.

"Ah, really. It's a good thing you noticed it." The black-haired man seemed to be complimenting, but the object of the compliment was unknown.Before Tanjiro could react, a golden butterfly suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, which was very obvious on the black clothes, and then the butterfly flapped its wings a few times under his gaze, as if to show its own existence.

The pattern on the clothes moved?

There was only one sentence in Kamado Tanjirou's mind, and at that moment, several knives attacked.

"Danger!" Kamado Tanjiro yelled subconsciously, trying to push the person in front of him away, but he saw that the other person gently raised the hand holding the pen, and wrote something in the air carelessly, with golden light flowing In an instant, the ink stains turned into chains of words, binding people.Simple and easy.Kamado Tanjiro opened his mouth, and the man in front of him looked at him. He turned his wrist slightly, and the nib stopped above his forehead. The nib moved, and golden traces flowed out from the nib, followed closely by the nib. In the blink of an eye, a The circular symbol resembling the magic circle is drawn well.

The magic circle emitted a golden light, and at the same time, two golden streamers shot out from Kamado Tanjiro's heart. The man used a pen to guide the two streamers into an unfolded scroll.In order to collect them, Fumeng specially changed this scroll, and also transferred the previous one into the scroll. In this way, he has already collected three streamers.

After finishing some work, he smiled and said, "I'm floating in a dream, I'm an author." His golden eyes were filled with light like broken gold, "I don't know, do you know monsters?"

The two words that are irrelevant to each other, but he said them very calmly.At this time, the pillars found that the chain-like traces on their bodies had dissipated, and they were able to act again.Everyone turned their eyes away from the man, and looked at the young man who had been watching quietly until now, without any change.I saw him blinking slowly, his light golden eyelashes were like the wings of a butterfly, with a unique tenderness and beauty, "I'm just a drug seller."

It seems that the upturned corners of the mouth are just an illusion caused by makeup, but it doesn't look like an illusion.The light blue pupils are like a sparkling lake, gentle and clean.If it weren't for the unexpected way of his appearance, he should be quite loved.

[No need to say much.

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This time the world is Demon Slayer: Blade, and there will be Nuliang Kobi in it. In fact, I originally wanted to designate Kobi as CP, but after thinking about it, forget it.