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Perhaps because of the Onmyoji family, some of the simple furnishings in the room of Sari Ye Daoman are not objects, but Fusangshen who gave birth to spiritual wisdom.

'Should I say something worthy of the Onmyoji family? '

Qingyan wandered around the seemingly spacious but actually narrow room, carefully observed Fu Sangshen, and then floated to the bed of Sariye Michiman, staring at the sleepy Sarino Michiman and sighing.

"This stuff... is pretty miserable."

Mirino Michimitsu, the leader of the Mirino clan, has a good personality. When he was young, he made friends with Yuino Seimei of a rival family, but was ordered by his father to break off relations with him. Later, because of family reasons, he and Yuno Seimei fought against each other.

Of course, without winning...

No matter what the competition is, Seimei can easily defeat Daoman with an absolute advantage, and by the way, use various types of Millennium Kill to injure Daoman's fresh Daisy.

The culprit of the hemorrhoids in Michiman's chrysanthemum may be Seimei, who is the mastermind.

Later, due to the agreement between the two families, in order to improve the hostile relationship between the Onmyoji and Onmyoji clans, they successfully married the younger sister of the leader of the Yuye clan, Yuye Christel, as his wife.

But it didn't take long for Yukino Seimei to repent, tear up the agreement, and take away Yuino Christel. The relationship between the Yuno clan and the Mirino clan further deteriorated, and the two clans have entered a state of confrontation in everything.

"Seeing him sleeping alone, needless to say, Christe must have been taken away by Seimei."

Mu Yang flew around Daoman's head, "There are no curse marks on your face, haven't you touched Antianwan yet?"

Mu Yang continued to turn around, "By the way, he has such a ferocious expression, what did he dream about?"

The curious Mu Yang stopped wandering around, and got into the dream of Si Liye Daoman.

In a room that is no different from the outside world, the lights are bright.

Dressed in pure white flowers, he was the one he thought about day and night. Daoman panted heavily, his cheeks flushed with excitement, resisting him who had transformed into Brother Pig, and slowly stretched out his hand.

The smiling Christe held up the sanitary napkin, "Excuse me, which one am I today..."

The scene changes...

In the narrow toilet, Daoman held the newspaper in one hand, while the other hand reached for the toilet paper holder, but it was empty.

Looking down, the toilet paper holder was empty.

Daoman yelled out of the bathroom, "Hey, Christa, we're out of toilet paper!"

"Hi~~" The crisp voice responded.

One or two minutes later, there were footsteps outside the door.

After waiting for a while, Daoman opened the toilet door and looked left and right, but saw no one. He looked down and saw a pack of sanitary napkins at the door.

The scene changes...

Several similar scenes appeared before Mu Yang's eyes one after another, connected end to end, repeating constantly, Daoman was like an evil ghost sinking into hell, with a hideous face.

"Speaking of this kind of dream, how should I intervene?"

Looking at the small theaters one after another in front of him, Mu Yang didn't know what to do for a while.

After pondering for a few seconds, Mu Yang dispelled Daoman's nightmare and asked simply and directly.

"Do you want to become stronger? Do you want to defeat Yukino Seimei?"

[53.Chapter 53 Rolling the Demon's Wool and Shogun's Wool]

Midnight, the dead of night.

The Onmyoji Mansion was extremely quiet at night, and the human Onmyoji had already fallen into a deep sleep. In the spacious mansion, only some shikigami who were on duty at night were patrolling back and forth with lanterns.

In the darkness, a ferocious-looking evil spirit, holding a blue flame-blue lantern in one hand, walked steadily along the edge of the house, with dim light in its lantern-sized eyes.

The Flying Man, which looks more ferocious and ugly than the evil ghost, is flying over the courtyard, with bright lantern-sized eyes, scanning the courtyard like a searchlight.

All kinds of monsters are composed of all kinds of monsters, guarding the safety of the mansion.

Although Mirino Michiman has been an Onmyoji for more than [-] years, every time he sees the late-night house, he always feels a little speechless.

When I woke up, there were demons dancing in front of me.

Shaking his head, Daoman moved forward along the corridor. The ghosts along the way did not stop him, but thoughtfully illuminated them with glowing eyes and lanterns burning with will-o'-the-wisps. Although it was a bit weird, he was used to seeing it many times.

Carrying the lantern, Doman walked all the way through the mansion, and arrived at the cave located in the ground of the Yukino house and the Mirino house.

In the depths of the cave, there is a sealing barrier constructed with shimenawa, sealing stones and charms, and the evil god Antenmaru is sealed inside.

Daoman stared at the cave, his eyes full of spiritual power had a faint dark red light, and he looked like a villain.

In the pupils of the blessed spiritual power, the scene in the cave suddenly changed, the dark evil spirit filled the narrow cave, looking at the foggy, and those evil spirits rushed towards the Zhulian rope, the sealing stone and the charm, little by little. children erode the seal.

According to the current speed at which the seal is being eroded, Antianwan's seal will be completely loosened in another ten or a few decades, and the evil spirit will be leaked on a large scale.

"But don't worry..." Daoman flicked his right hand, opened the folding fan, and fanned it gently, adding a special effect of fluttering long hair to himself, "If you want to ask why, it's because I'm here."

Antianmaru, your end is here.

Daoman flicked his right hand again, closed the folding fan, and said in a low voice, "System, recharge."

The evil energy that filled the cave was immediately sucked away like dust from a vacuum cleaner, and there was nowhere to escape.

On the balance page, Daoman looked at the constantly beating numbers, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with an expected complacency.

One or two minutes later, the evil energy in the cave was sucked out, and Daoman's balance was already 2.