Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The sky outside the window is covered with a layer of light, the sun will break through the dark sky, and the sky will be bright.

The black-haired man watched quietly with those golden eyes. The magnificence of nature is always thrilling, no matter how many times you watch it, you will never get tired of it.What is the sun like today?What will the morning sun look like tomorrow?If the mood is different, it really is different, right?Mr. Fumeng tilted his head, his black hair spread out behind him, like a crawling snake, or a entrenched black dragon.

Some pale arms protruded from the black bathrobes, and the pampered hands seemed to be trying to catch something without having experienced any hard work.Fumeng closed her eyes, her slender and thick eyelashes trembling slightly like the wings of a butterfly.The fusion of the two worlds made it possible for the world line to deviate. Even if it wasn't for him, the fate would also deviate, but to a different degree.

Two of the winding strings have already fallen into the hands, as if a repertoire is staged one after another, those indifferent golden eyes have seen the fate, the next person to appear on the stage.

Occasionally, Mr. Floating Dream will also think, is it really good to deviate from fate?Is it really good to just change their original destiny like this?If a person stands at the node of fate and follows the trajectory of fate, he will become a respected guy, just for the simple reason of selfish desire, or just not wanting him to die. , has become an ordinary person, is this really okay?

Many times, he would think about such a question.Although often lamented by friends, this kind of philosophical question is not an important question in the first place.He still remembered his friend's answer.

At that time, how did the other party answer?

"If you can survive, you still have to survive, right?"

The other party's different-colored pupils are frighteningly bright. He is both a friend and a junior, but he is quite conscious. "After all, human beings, no, creatures, are fighting for survival, right?"

Whether it is a [-] to [-] job, ordinary people, elites, students, teachers, cowherds, prostitutes, gangsters, and even flowers, insects, birds and animals are all working hard to 'live', the cornerstone of the world That's it.

Mr. Fumeng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes, yes, that's it, for living, for living, even for existence.Needless to say.

Also at this moment, dawn.

The golden sun lit up the sky. For humans, this day was extremely beautiful, but for ghosts, it was indeed something terrible.

Yiwozuo knew that this battle was over. Although it was a pity that Purgatory Xingshoulang was not turned into a ghost, the regretful emotion only existed for such a moment, and then quickly dissipated.

Purgatory Xingshourou twitched the corner of his mouth, watching the young junior shed tears of sorrow. Although he was a pillar, he was still different from a ghost. He closed his eyes and waited for his own death. dialogue.I opened my eyes with difficulty, looked at the vast sky, and the first rays of the sun, the sky...

"It seems...I want to go to you later..." Purgatory Xingshoulang turned his head slightly, his mother smiled at him, "Mother..." The golden red pair A force was injected into the eyes suddenly, "I'm really... sorry for your trouble, Fumeng... Mister... haha..."

"It's better to keep your mouth shut than to laugh out loud?"

The man bathed in the golden sunlight was like a god, his golden pupils were so brilliant that just one look could make people's eyes water with tears, just like the sun's gorgeous majesty.

The pen turned twice in his hand, Fumeng shook his wrist lightly, the golden handwriting turned into streaks of light and sank into Purgatory Xingshoulang's body, and at the same time followed behind Yiwozuo, sank into his body, and All of this, the evil spirits of the first string were not aware of it.

"Mr. Purgatory!"

Tanjiro held his breath and ran over, the person standing next to the blond man turned his head, and Mr. Fumeng raised his eyebrows, "You bastard, the injury is unclear." It seemed that he had thought of something , he narrowed his eyes narrowly, "I'll take you back to test the medicine." He raised the corner of his mouth, happy that he had found two people who could be used by the drug dealer to test the medicine. Will let it go.

The man who took out the hookah pipe from his cuffs and started smoking in front of the children yawned and said weakly: "Okay, the most important thing for you now is to close your eyes and sleep, don't worry I died on the way. Companions and the like, just wait for the logistics department of the Demon Slayer Squad to come, no, maybe the group of monsters will come first." Finally, as if talking to himself, the man directly led With the two badly injured guys back to their house.

The feeling of body hanging in the air is not good, especially after being injured, not only the body is hanging in the air, but also it seems that after several laps in the rotating drum, even if he feels sleepy, Tanjiro can't fall asleep at this time. nausea.

"If you dare to spit it out, I will throw you in the drum and spin you for a month before letting you out."

threatened like this.Tanjiro held back his nausea. Although it sounded like a long time had passed, in fact it was only a few short seconds. The two injured people who were suspended in the air were treated roughly, Gravity suddenly gained on his body, and naturally, the two of them hit the floor, which was extremely painful to say the least.

He took a puff of smoke, opened the door, and the cat who heard the sound ran over. With the man's acquiescence, he easily climbed onto the other's shoulder and kept rubbing his furry cheeks. Floating Dream is very close, of course a little too close, and I don't know whether it is Floating Dream that is sucking it, or it is sucking Floating Dream.

"I'm back."

The one who arrived later was the medicine seller. He walked over slowly, and before he reached the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood.Naturally, he didn't think it was Fumeng who was hurt. He looked into the room, and the red-haired boy greeted him shyly. In the past, fainting is a more vivid description.

"The materials I brought back for you." Mr. Fumeng said something that sounded a little scary with a flat face. Tanjiro shook his body silently, and then he saw Mr. Yaoyao who had been helping Butterfly House He showed a rather beautiful smile, and his light blue pupils seemed to have discovered something interesting. "Although, I'm just a drug seller, but..." Her purple lips had a coquettish taste, and also a little inhuman danger.

Mr. Fumeng expressed 12 points of helplessness and disdain for his rotten rhetoric, "You bastard, what are you talking about." He took the hookah stick out of his lips and held it with his hand, his pale lips were stained. With a touch of bright red, "They will leave it to you, so sleepy..."

He beckoned casually, and left the house, the cat on his shoulder carried it obediently, and his voice could still be heard.

"Is that all you like about me? Really, I didn't know I was so attracted to animals."

As if answering his question, the cat made a cute sound.

Tanjiro watched the other party leave, and the man with light blond hair turned his head back. He suddenly realized that he had missed the best time to ask for help.

"Then, leave it to me." The drug seller stretched out his hand, lifted the two of them up easily, and slowly pulled them to the inner room.Coincidentally, he had some ideas recently and got a good medicine, but he lacked someone to help him try it.

Regardless of what happened afterwards, the members of the Demon Slayer Squad were still relieved after learning that Purgatory Anjurou was not killed in battle.Miri of Ganlu Temple was sitting in the same position as before, and the staff were still the same, but it was a pity that there was no Purgatory Xingshourou.

Kanroji Miri was eating ramen, "So, as long as you call your name, you will feel it immediately?" Xueli held the tea and took a sip slowly. , she was not satisfied in the physical sense, but she recognized this man, and when she knew that something happened to him, she also felt a little worried.

Mr. Fumeng ate the yokan slowly, "Yes, but it's not that easy." He half-closed his eyes, and his golden eyes were covered with a layer of glass to isolate everything, "First of all, we must Let me hear."

Beside Ganluji Mitsuri didn't seem to understand very well, but Shirley did. "Ah, that's how it is. No wonder you came here on purpose that day."

Looking at Miri of Ganlu Temple, she still didn't understand. Xueli was a little helpless, but she still explained: "If you think about it a little bit, you will understand. It seems that there are too many people praying, and gods don't listen to everyone. Only certain people Only people who pray will be heard by the gods."

Regarding this point, their monsters also have such examples, such as those big monsters in the Heian era, such as the existence of Shuten Doji and Ibaraki Doji, as long as they read their names, they will feel it.It's just that it has mysteriously declined now.Xueli sighed secretly, and felt that this is not bad, the development of the world has told them everything, and human beings will eventually become the masters of the world.

Kanroji Mitsuri understood the other party's explanation, and she sighed, "Yes, it would be scary to think about it." She picked up the water on the table, took a sip, and then picked up the bowl , drank the soup in the bowl, and after finishing this, she raised the bowl and said loudly with a smile: "Boss, have another bowl!"

Hearing her words, the corners of Xueli's mouth twitched, and she looked at the girl beside her, "Really, where did you eat those things?" She sighed, her movements of holding the tea were quite elegant, very It fits the image of Snow Girl in people's impression. "Are you a monster, or am I a monster?" Hearing what she said, Ganluji Mitsuri smiled. She knew that the other party had no malicious intentions, so if she really wanted to say that, that was it, right?

A word flashed through her mind, she didn't agree with her heart, and there was another saying, "Aojiao?"

Mr. Fumeng took a sip of tea to wash away the sweetness of the yokan in his mouth. He seemed to be thinking about something, and then said, "Boss, have a bowl of ramen."

【What I want to do is to survive.

自はやりたいのですが, 生きていくだけです. 】

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Ganluji Mitsuri: Boss, have another bowl!

Purgatory Xingshoulang: Boss, have another bowl!

Mr. Fumeng: Boss, let me have a bowl of ramen.

Shirley: Huh? !always feel as if excluded