Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

Could it be that Qingming's lifelong practice of epic poetry has delayed his talent?Could it be that His Majesty made Qingming utter such an oath because he was afraid of Qingming?

The feelings for his friends and his loyalty to His Majesty were burning in Boya's heart, making him uneasy.

"Don't worry." Seeing his old friend's irritability, Qingming decided not to tease him anymore: "Okay, Boya. I lied to the Holy Majesty. You are too anxious."

Hearing Qingming's words suddenly, Boya was stunned and almost couldn't breathe.

"Okay, okay. Good boy Boya."

Qingming smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry. After all, if we don't finish tonight's work, we will have no future. It doesn't matter if we fix history or not."

"Ok?"

Boya calmed down this time. He looked at Seimei and nodded in agreement: "That's right, why did I forget. If things are not done tonight, it is not certain whether our Japanese archipelago will have a future. What is his business?"

Seimei looked at him, but didn't speak.

The two old friends just stood under the night sky, watching the stars silently for a long time.

Suddenly, Boya's voice broke the silence: "Qingming? Why didn't you let Mr. Yuzhong come with you, instead you sent him away to hunt down the Hyakki Yako?"

"You see it?"

Seimei was a little surprised.

"What you did is too obvious, I don't want to see it."

"Because I don't trust him very much."

It seemed that the moonlight was a little cold, and Qingming's voice trembled slightly.

"Why?"

Boya was a little puzzled: "Mr. Yuzhong has been helping us since he appeared, and he never made any unnecessary moves. Why do you still doubt him?"

"Hmm~~!" Qingming paused for a moment, and drew out his voice: "Bo Ya, you should know. I have occasionally had precognitive dreams over the years."

"You told me." Boya knew clearly about Qingming's dream, and when he first knew about it, Qingming played tricks on him with her premonition.

"Since Yu Zhongming appeared, I've been... no, every time I close my eyes, I'm dreaming the same dream."

"Is it because of the dream?"

"Yes, I have been dreaming that this world was destroyed by Yu Zhongming! Every night! The same dream!"

Seimei's expression was very serious, which was expressing his true inner thoughts.

"Oh I got it."

Boya glanced at Qingming, and put down his doubts very simply.

"Why aren't you surprised? I obviously rejected such a reliable ally for such a simple reason."

Qingming herself felt a little strange again.

"Because Qingming said it, I am of course willing to believe it."

Boya always believes in old friends, even more than loyalty to emperors.

"Ah."

Qingming smiled.

The moonlight is like water, and time passes by.

The ugly time has passed, and the Yin time will be halfway.

Qingming painted the final stroke of the pentagram formation in front of the palace with his own blood.

The formation suddenly took shape.

A shallow twilight flowed continuously between the large formations, like the color of stars.

"The hour has come!"

Seimei whispered softly.

"Bo Ya, please stand in the middle of the formation."

"Me?"

"Correct."

Although Boya was puzzled, he naturally obeyed Seimei's order.

He supported the scabbard and was about to enter the formation.

"Put the knife outside the formation." Qingming added another order.

"Oh!"

Boya responded, untied the scabbard, and threw it aside.

Walked into the middle of the formation alone.

"Then, I'm coming too."

With a flick of his sleeves, Qingming flew into the air like a fairy.