Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

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furious!

Putting down the knife angrily, a flash of anger flashed across Makijuro's face, but he quickly suppressed it and resumed his salty posture.

He clearly knew the gap between the two. After all, he personally led a team to search the battlefield on the day he learned that Xingjulang's accident happened.

Facing the traces left after the confrontation between the being who claimed to be Bishamonten and Yiwoza before him, he, who had experienced many battles, fell silent.

What a terrifying opponent we are facing, this was his first thought.

The next guess that came to mind was - maybe there really are gods in this world.

The long-lost feeling of powerlessness penetrated the whole body, and that kind of terrifying destructive power was simply beyond the reach of human beings.

Seeing Makijuro obediently put down the Nichirin Sword, Lin Heng showed a childish expression and turned around to take a leisurely walk in the Purgatory Mansion. Makijuro, with his head full of black lines, followed behind one step behind.

Both of them remained silent the whole way.

Lin Heng seized the opportunity and demonstrated the basic qualities of an actor. He stopped and stopped along the way, and sighed a few times from time to time. It was touching and sad, and Makijuro was full of suspicion.

With this set of silky little combos, Lin Heng vividly displayed the image of a tourist wandering back to his old place after many years of absence, fully embodying his homesickness...

Well, ahem, Lin Heng's acting skills actually only moved me.

The sharp-eyed Makijuro discovered the Flame Pillar Haori wrapped in Lin Heng's arms, and followed him along the way, stopping to speak and thinking about Lin Heng's identity.

After finally stopping at this moment, Makijuro finally couldn't help but ask questions.

"With all due respect, how come the Yuzhi inherited by our clan is in your hands? Your appearance and the superb breath of fire all show that you are from our clan, but why have you never heard of it before?"

Makijuro's eyes were filled with suspicion.

"In this generation, only me and my two children are left in the Purgatory family. I have never heard of the existence of a person named Purgatory Tsunejuro."

After a leisurely pace, Lin Heng looked back at Makijuro.

Can't you bear this? The fish finally bit the hook.

Lin Heng said with emotion that his acting skills are on the line.

"Fighting ghosts is not easy. Today, the Purgatory family has also withered away. Only two or three of you big cats and kittens are left."

Who do you think is the big cat or kitten?

Shen Shoulang felt a little angry, but he didn't dare to say anything, waiting for his next words.

Not offended? This is not easy to handle.

"What, did I say something wrong?"

Lin Heng looked at his expression and said.

"The dignified Yanzhu is so slovenly that your son has to shoulder the responsibility of Zhu before he has fully grown up."

"cut……"

Makijuro's eyes darkened, and he felt clear irritability coming from his super-sense.

It must be uncomfortable to be lectured by a guy younger than his own son. Lin Heng smiled slightly and added fuel to the fire.

"Although his talent is sufficient, he is too young and needs to continue to develop. Isn't this because of your dereliction of duty?"

After weighing Yuori in his arms, Lin Heng continued to speak.

"Neither you now nor Anjuro, who has not experienced too many hardships, are strong enough to bear the weight of this haori."

"If you want to take over the glory of the Purgatory clan for hundreds of years, you will need more tests."

Thinking of something, Makijuro became even darker.

"Hmph! Purgatory..."

Come on!

Lin Heng's eyes lit up and he directly interrupted Makijuro's complaints.

"Really, the mud can't hold up the wall. It's really unbearable. Otherwise, I wouldn't be bothered to help you keep it."

He was pointed at the nose and scolded in the face by a boy who was younger than his son.

Makijuro, who was already a bit emotional, finally couldn't bear it this time and retorted angrily.

"I am the most outstanding Flame Pillar in recent generations. In what capacity did you say such a thing? Your name is not found in the genealogy."

Makijuro spoke faster and faster, and his tone became more and more angry.

"Purgatory? Huh! What do you know?"

"No, you who want to use the breath of fire should actually be aware of it. So what about the hundreds of years of glory of the Purgatory clan? What they inherit is just a poor subordinate..."

In the middle of his retort, Makijuro trembled at the corners of his mouth and stopped talking.

He lowered his head dejectedly and swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his mouth.

It's in place, now the emotion is in place.

"Really? It seems that my name is not recorded in the genealogy."

A slightly sad sigh came out,

Lin Heng's leisurely steps also stopped.

"Finish your words, it's just a poor substitute for the Sun Breathing."

Lin Heng turned his head and looked at Rengoku Makijuro with a serious and helpless face.

"That's what you want to say. Right, Makijuro."

Makijuro raised his head and looked at Lin Heng, and the middle-aged uncle trembled silently.

He said the truth buried in his heart in front of others, and personally denied the breath of fire that he had practiced for a lifetime.

This also hit Makijuro, who had regarded it as a pride since childhood, deeply. Half of his decadence was caused by this.

Unfilial descendants, step out!

Lin Heng smiled strangely.

How to influence him next, the Purgatory clan is your surname, and fighting against evil spirits is your life?

Don't joke, the corners of his mouth were raised badly. Compared with the talk therapy, Lin Heng believed more in a common saying-

A filial son is born under the stick!

Clang!

The Sun Blade in his arms drew an arc.

The gorgeous golden flames briefly stayed in the air, reflecting the two people standing in opposition.

One seemed helpless, and the other was worried.

"You are such a worrying junior. How can I feel at ease handing over the Purgatory Family to you?"

After jumping twice on the spot, Lin Heng slightly stretched his muscles and bones, and a series of crisp explosions sounded.

"Listen carefully, sloppy kid, you must hold your Sun Blade tightly next..."

Holding down his frowning brows, the Sun Blade slowly raised, with the tip of the blade pointing directly at Makijuro.

Lin Heng's tone was full of excitement.

"Let's have a fight."

Pulling away from his worries, Makijuro's brain was instantly filled with blanks, and the words of surprise came out subconsciously.

"Ah? I fight Bishamonten!?"