Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

The blood that was flowing on the surrounding ground and the wounds turned into a blood-colored mist that slowly rose up and floated slowly while covering the river. His eyes had already turned pure blood-colored.

When the body was seriously injured, the blood ghost technique, blood erosion, obtained by Yagyubingbei, was ready to go.

This tactic is rarely used in Chuanliu, because there are very few battles like this where he is bloody and seriously injured.

Yiwozuo, who is about to break through the limit, will not choose to leave safely in the face of Nine Pillars like Guiwu Tsuji, so as not to stimulate the Zebra Knife and be beheaded again.

Chuanliu Shi believes that Yiwozuo will definitely choose to fight to the end, because he likes immortality, but he likes fighting more, and he is not afraid of death at all.

At that time, it will be a big trouble.

But at this time, Chuan Liushi suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said eagerly: "Yiwozuo, do you still want to fight?"

"You are dead! Go at ease, think about your past, the person in your memory, she has been waiting for you!"

is it?

In fact, Yiwozuo's consciousness is very vague, he just thinks that if he dies like this, he will never be able to fight again, so he doesn't want to.

Chuan Liushi's words made him recall the past subconsciously.

Maybe it was between life and death that Gui Wu Tsuji's ability was weakened, and Yi Wo Zuo once again saw the figure of the woman he could never forget.

"who are you?"

A soft whisper sounded, and Yi Wozuo asked.

The woman looked at Yiwozuo in surprise, and tears suddenly flowed from her eyes.

"Komaji, I'm Lianxue, please, don't fight anymore, let me go, I don't want to see you like this."

Her face was full of distressed looks, and she spoke cautiously, which made Yi Wozuo feel unbearable, unable to say the words of rejection at all. At the same time, when he saw this woman, his soul rose up. The meaning of tranquility, the fighting spirit gradually faded.

The palpitating breath also dissipated.

After Chuan Liushi heard the conversation between the two, he remained silent, and the blood mist around him gently dissipated.

At the moment when Yiwozuo could really see the woman's spirit body, the battle was really over.

Taking a deep look at the woman, Yi Wozuo closed his eyes and spit out a word lightly.

"it is good."

Chapter 250 Hour Komaji, Broken Spirit

"Komaji, we can't cure this disease, maybe it will be cured by itself, cough...cough...cough."

One after another, a violent cough that seemed to be coughing up the heart, liver and lungs, sounded in this dilapidated and cramped wooden house.

It was winter, and the whistling wind was mixed with biting chill, blowing in through the cracks in the door, the ceiling, and the walls.

At this moment in the dilapidated house, on a shriveled bed with only a layer of thatch, was a middle-aged man with a dry lamp and a thin body.

His face was pale, and his eyes were empty with reluctance and deep guilt.

Opposite the middle-aged man was an 11-year-old boy. Although his clothes were ragged, his eyes were bright and full of tenacity.

"It's okay, you are not in good health, so don't talk too much, the doctor said, you should rest more, and if you take medicine on time, this disease will not kill you."

"I recently helped someone move the goods, and they also paid me. If I have the money to buy medicine for you, don't worry."

The one lying on the bed was Komaji's father, who was seriously ill, and with their family's ability, it was almost impossible to cure him, and he had been bedridden for two years.

But Komaji never gave up on his father. After his mother and grandparents passed away, this is his only relative.

For loved ones, no matter how good it is.

But 11-year-old Komaji, the maturity in his eyes and words makes people feel distressed.

Under his father's worried eyes, Komaji pushed open the door and walked out, closed the door carefully, and found some sundries to block the cracks in the door wall, making the cold wind a little lighter.

Komaji's father, staring blankly at the roof after Komaji left.

I was too selfish, because I was reluctant to let Komaji suffer all the time. . .

On the other side, Komaji looked around after going out, and squinted his eyes because of the strong wind. Behind him was a dilapidated house that was tilted nearly 40 degrees as a whole, and it would collapse due to the wind and snow at some point.

In the middle of the night, after he came to the city, he looked around, and then found a house that looked well-decorated, and quickly entered it.

This is his routine, stealing.

Without stealing, there simply wasn't enough money to buy medicine, he had to.

Three years later, in another dark night, the window of a luxurious house was quietly opened, and a vigorous figure entered inside.

The 15-year-old Komaji is already 1.7 meters tall, especially his body is well-defined and strong.

In this era when people are generally low, it is rare, especially for people from poor families like Komaji.

This is not a talent, it is the result of Komaji's deliberate polishing of himself.

He believes that he is weak, and it is common to be caught stealing. Although he was released again because of his young age, the personal revenge from the person who was stolen is likely to kill him.

Therefore, at any time, Komaji trains himself intentionally, and has an almost obsessive and instinctive pursuit of becoming stronger.

At this moment, he can easily escape under the siege of more than a dozen people, and he can also steal valuable money, which is used to buy medicine for his father and recuperate his body.

"Father's physical condition is getting better and better. It won't be long before he will recover."

A sunny and beautiful smile appeared on Komaji's handsome face.

In Komaji's view, everything is improving, and the future will be bright and happy.

Stab it!

Just when Komaji was distracted, a black icy iron cage fell from the sky, and with a bang, he was locked in it.

It's a trap, Komaji already has it in his heart, but he can't escape.

This time, it was a trap that was carefully prepared and completely aimed at him.

"Little bastard, don't repent, this time you will die!"

"In the past, you were too young, and if you were caught, you could only use some minor punishments before letting go. Later, you were as difficult to catch as a rat, but today you fell into my hands. Hehe, I'll let you figure out the old and new scores together!"

A vicious voice sounded, and a person stepped out of the shadows.

Komaji glanced at the man, a fat middle-aged man, an old friend.