Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The two who suddenly broke into the Zhuhe meeting naturally received the highest level of treatment, or surveillance.Even though he knew that he was no match for the two of them, he still loyally guarded the lord's side, which is really amazing.On the contrary, it is their protagonist, who exudes a unique aura all over his body, like the spring wind, which can easily blow other people's hearts.

The medicine seller is sitting opposite to Yoya Shiki, who is taking his pulse. As a medicine seller, he always has many strange things in his hand, such as a balance used to measure distance, a magic sword, or It is the incense of revival.His hand was on the pulse of the other party, purple nails, gorgeous kimono, and strange makeup, which made him not look like a healer.But his attitude is too calm and peaceful, even full of professional atmosphere, which makes people have to be convinced.

And another man.

Kamado Tanjiro looked nervously at the man who was looking his sister up and down, "Well, Mr. Fumeng, how is Nezuko?"

Mr. Fumeng retracted his gaze, a long scroll was spread out on his lap, and a series of ink marks were left on it by the brush, "Ah, not so good." His attitude was quite indifferent, and his eyes were all focused on the scroll superior.Tanjiro glanced at it, and it was all unfamiliar characters, which made him dizzy, but he still subconsciously asked: "No, how is it?!"

"Quiet."

A cross was slapped on the mouth, and Tanjiro made a "woo-woo" sound.The gentleman who brought several pens changed to another pen and continued to write those incomprehensible words on the scroll.After a while, Fumeng stopped writing. He looked at the words on the scroll and raised his eyebrows, "It's really..." He turned the pen in his hand, although he didn't pay much attention to the 'books', after all they Everyone has their own ideas, as long as they don't go out to harm others, they can do whatever they want, but now that their "books" are messed up, it is simply unbearable for creators.

The golden pupils seemed to look directly at the real inside through the appearance of the outside world, Fumeng clicked his tongue in displeasure, and hung the pen back on his waist.He stood up, "Hey, work."

The medicine seller prepared the medicine slowly, "I will come tomorrow, so I will take my leave first." After finishing all this, he bowed slightly and left with Fumeng.

Watching the other party go, although they have been told about the existence of monsters, they still can't believe it. Are there really monsters in this world?Fengzhu Immortal Kawa Minami frowned, "My lord, do you want to trust them?" These two people entered and exited the mansion as if they were in no one's land. Although there was no hostility, it was really difficult to determine their positions.Yuya Ubuyashiki shook his head, "It's okay, if they were malicious, then we wouldn't be here."

Yuya Ubuyashiki looked at the letter next to the medicine bowl after drinking. There will be guests coming tonight, which is really exciting.

I don't know what kind of people are here?

Soon, he knew the answer.

The night was cool, and a lazy voice sounded outside the room, "Excuse me, you are the protagonist of the Demon Slayer Squad." Miyashiki Yoya raised his head in the direction of the voice, he couldn't feel any breath, But there was no panic on his face, he was very calm, he nodded slightly, "Yes, I am the master of the Ghost Killing Squad, who is your Excellency?"

That man, or monster, appeared under the moonlight, with one eye closed, and his whole body was full of the elegance of a nobleman, which was inherited from his mother, the second generation of the Nura group, Nura Koipan.He took off the military uniform he wore during the day, and wore a melon-patterned kimono with a knife on his waist. "The leader of the Nuliang group, Nuliang Liban." The two have the same temperament, gentle and elegant, and they talk quite well.

In fact, Nuliang Liban was really taken aback when he was approached by the so-called old friend's friend. After all, no matter how you look at them, they are not ordinary.The three of them chatted for a long time in the room, and when they came out, it was the scene where Nuliang Huapiao and Fumeng were sitting in the courtyard drinking, and the medicine seller was reading medical books.However, no matter what, the status of the two of them as friends of the general of the Nura group is already a certainty.

Nuliang Koipan is very interested in these two people who seem to have appeared out of nowhere, but at present it is more important to fight against ghosts.I don't know when it started, a creature called ghost appeared, which was more cruel than ordinary monsters. Not only human beings, but the territory where monsters lived was also greatly squeezed.What's more, the situation of monsters is not very good now.Because in the eyes of humans, monsters and ghosts are similar, and they are existences that should be eliminated.

......

Mr. Fumeng left a series of handwriting on the scroll, because the handwriting was too elegant, but people couldn't recognize what was written.He lowered his eyes, "The fate of Li Ban is indeed full of disasters." His expression was a little careless, as if he was just saying it casually.The drug seller who was sitting on the side flipping through the books nodded slightly, "However, it seems that he doesn't care."

Speaking of this, Fumeng put down his pen and leaned on the table, "This." He fell into some kind of memory.

"Actually, as youkai, they don't seem to care much. If they can break their fate, they will try to break it. If they can't break it, they will happily accept their fate. It's amazing."

In Mr. Floating Dream's eyes, humans and monsters are like two sides of a mirror, they envy each other and reflect each other.The darkness in people's hearts will breed monsters, and monsters will also magnify the darkness in people's hearts.Reflect each other and influence each other.It's just that people are losing their worship of gods and fear of mysterious phenomena little by little now. Human beings have something to survive, technology.

Technology and mystery are opposite ends. Of course, high-latitude technology and mystery are equal.

The pharmacist put down the book in his hand, took the pen aside, and circled on it. He was very interested in Yoya Miyayashiki's illness, and of course it was indeed a curse as the other party said.His water-colored eyes stared intently, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. After a while, he raised his head, "Since it exists, there must be a reason for it." Even the Mercury Snake, who is in charge of management and destiny, cannot control all destiny. The operation of all things has its laws, and its existence must have its reason. In the wider universe, there are more things that exist, and those things are as unpredictable as fate.

The initial fate of Nuliang Koban was death, but it was changed to survive by Floating Dream, but the price of changing fate is not without. The main reason is the influence of Floating Dream itself, he is a ghost without timeline, fate line, or fate line.God gave him supreme status and power, and took away everything from him.

"This is obviously another world." Mr. Fumeng lay on the table, nothing in his golden pupils. "Moreover, it is a fusion world." Fusion, but they contradict each other, the former will only become a better world after fusion, while the latter will only fall apart after fusion, either one side will swallow the other side, or both sides will collapse.Really worst ending.

"The living space of monsters is squeezed, and it seems that the law is more inclined to the side of ghosts."

Fumeng can feel that the law seems to be more biased towards ghosts, and the son of destiny is obviously on the boy of the ghost killing team. "It's disgusting." When the drug seller heard this, he paused, then raised his head to look at the man next to him.He seldom heard Floating Dream bluntly disgusting, but from the creator's point of view, Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi is really annoying enough, after all, messing up other people's things without authorization is annoying enough.

In Yokohama, at best, the power of words is used.In comparison, Fyodor is indeed a man of considerable taste.Mr. Fumeng lowered his eyes, thinking about whether he should be gentler to the devil in the future. In a sense, the devil respects the creators of art.

"Tsk." The man clicked his tongue. Although he knows that human beings are complex and diverse, he still doesn't understand how human beings can be so contradictory.This made him faintly recall the fragmented and blurred memory of when he was still a human being a long, long time ago.

The face of the person in the memory is covered with a thick layer of veil, or in other words, the face has been completely scraped off.But the emotion that belongs to the past that flows out of the memory can still be felt, which is disgust.

What do you hate?

Mr. Floating Dream closes his eyes, he seldom, no, to be precise, almost never dreams about the past, human beings, even, he basically doesn’t dream.In his so-called dream, there is a vast sea of ​​stars, with a starry sky above his head, and only water under his feet, and a starry sky below.That is the human being, the end of the consciousness of all things, the intersection, and the dream of the world.Here, only he exists.

How could he still think he was a human being?Just because it has the same face as a human?He mimics the face, behavior, habits of a human, but that doesn't mean he's human.

He was never human, he was heaven, a law, a rule, with a human appearance.

Putting the cup on the table with one hand, the black-haired man opened his eyes and looked sideways.The drug seller looked calm, "Don't you want tea? I remember, you like this, the taste." Mr. Fu Meng sat up straight and took the cup.Tiny drops of water condensed on the mouth of the cup, and the taste is indeed what he likes, a light, not too strong tea fragrance.He lowered his head and drank his tea quietly, those turbulent voices subsided instantly, self-doubt, self-denial, such dark emotions always came out of nowhere, but now they settled down.

The drug seller looked at Fumeng, who was drinking tea with his head bowed, and there was a little light in his light blue pupils, probably because the power that was out of control before was not completely restrained, which aroused a little dark emotion.Many times, he wondered why the sky would choose this person in front of him, but he couldn't figure it out.Such a probability of one in a trillion is extremely close to the probability of nothing.

If I have to say it, it's probably because everything is being - controlled.

[The creator's carelessness has created a sad and splendid life.

クリエーターの曼然とした心は、悲しい、辉かしい一生を作り上げました. 】

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感谢在2020-08-2222:15:47~2020-08-2413:28:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Anhuan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!