Kikyo and I are of one mind

Kikyo and I are of one mind Author: Ouyang Ruoxue

Summary:

This book is also known as "I Am the Man Who Wants to Be Kikyo", "I Want Her Heart after I Get Kikyo's Body", "The Bizarre Adventure of an Account Thief", "I Want to Be a Person"...

One-sentence introduction: The story of the traveler who fell in love with Kikyo and ran around in various worlds to find solutions in order to revive Kikyo.

The world involved in this book includes but is not limited to "Inuyasha", "Jojo's Bizarre Adventure", "Dragon Ball", "Eva", "Jackie Chan's Adventures", "Grandfather of the Slick", "Naruto" and a series of modern daily life and non-daily life.

Chapter 1 This time travel is miserable

"Finally, I still can't hold on anymore..."

The young man lying on the bed weakly typed the last few words on the keyboard, and after clicking send, he closed his notebook, quietly waiting for the last moment to come.

About 20 years ago, Feng Xue was seriously injured in a natural disaster. Although he barely survived, he lost his ability to move and was able to move his hands. This gave him at least a chance to be self-reliant.

But, to be honest, he really has had enough of living a life that requires help even in activities.The reason why he has lived until now is not because of any desire to survive, but because of his parents, they want him to live, that's all.

However, whether it was for herself or for others, Feng Xue's vitality had already lost most of it due to too many surgeries, and it seemed to be at her limit to survive until today.

"That's all right. After all, I've worked hard to live." Feeling his body gradually depleted, Feng Xue didn't touch the bell beside the bed to notify the nurse, nor did he write a suicide note or make the last phone call. He was just so quiet. Waiting quietly, waiting for the last breath of life in the body to pass.

Breathing began to become difficult, body temperature began to become icy cold, and consciousness began to gradually leave the body, but Feng Xue did not have any fear.

The feeling of death, 20 years ago, he felt it once.

"It feels a little different from the last time..." Feng Xue felt her body gradually rising, and a doubt arose from an unknown organ. She remembered that when he was on the verge of death last time, what he felt was a feeling like floating in warm water, but this time, it was a feeling like a hydrogen balloon that had broken free from its shackles and kept rising.

"Is the near-death experience still divided into ages? Or in the past 20 years, the government has changed the contractor of the near-death experience? Or maybe I was in Sichuan Province when the accident happened, but now I am in Xijing, so the person in charge of the district does not know what to do. Same?"

Obviously he should have lost his body, but Feng Xue's mind was still running strangely, and this gradually made him feel something was wrong.

Is it...

"Does it really have a soul?"

A thought arose, and Feng Xue's mind became confused. If she really had a soul, where would she go next?

Is it to merge into the sea of ​​life of the planet, to become a member of the great consciousness or alaya or other consciousness?Or go to the territory of strange religious forces such as hell, heaven, and the kingdom of God to wait for processing?Or simply wash away the memory and reincarnate?

It's impossible to really travel through time, right?

Although he wrote a time-travel novel, it can be said that Feng Xue, who has died once, is actually the least believer in time-traveling. After all, if he could time-travel, he should have worn it 20 years ago...

……

"Wait a minute, what's going on?" The chaotic thoughts suddenly calmed down in an instant, Feng Xue only felt that the body that had become nothingness suddenly felt again, a rough touch came back from the skin all over the body, fresh air poured into the lungs, and the healthy feeling that he hadn't felt for 20 years returned to his perception at this moment.

"What the hell? Time travel? Rebirth? Resurrection?" Feng Xue's regained brain seemed unable to process so much information for a while, and the chaotic noise in her ears was even more incomprehensible for a while.

But soon, he reacted, because he saw blood.

Feng Xue, who has been in and out of the hospital all the year round and has even licked his own bone marrow oil, has no fear of blood, but the splattered blood and the stench from the disemboweled belly made him realize that his current situation does not seem to be very good.

It's useless to talk, run!

Although she doesn't know why she is holding a samurai sword in her hand, Feng Xue has no intention of fighting back. An ultimate dead house who has been paralyzed for 20 years and can only rely on the Internet to survive. Do you expect him to know how to use a sword?

Just kidding? !

There were constant screams from behind, and the wailing and cursing were endless. Feng Xue, who was in a panic, faintly felt that the language seemed to be Japanese, but he was too lazy to think about why he could understand it at this time, because the words in front of him , is the cliff.

no way...

Looking at the cliff that was at least over [-] meters away, Feng Xue's face turned pale, and behind him came a stern male voice——

"Fire Escape·Fireball Art!"

"I'll wipe!" Feng Xue's body was thrown high, and the constantly rotating field of vision faintly caught the man in the strange attire. He didn't know why the other party made such a big move when he could kill him, but he understood that he I'm afraid I'm dead!

The severe pain didn't take away his consciousness, but made his thinking clearer, but it didn't matter anymore, because he was falling.

"What about Buddhist ninjutsu?" Feng Xue felt the severe pain in her back, but her mind was still clear. She had undergone several major surgeries, and since she was already resistant to anesthetics, he was used to fighting pain. Compared to such things, there was only one thought left in his mind—

"I don't know if I can wear it again after I die this time..."

……

"Why use ninjutsu to deal with such a small character?" On the cliff, looking at the bandit who was thrown more than ten meters away, the elderly ninja asked his companion, and the man who used the fireball technique scratched his head gently:

"I saw him running all the way to the edge of the cliff, and thought there would be some kind of trap here, so I simply blew him up."

Hearing his companion's words, the elder ninja nodded and said:

"Your judgment is not wrong, but next time remember to control the range, one less head means one less bounty."

"Understood, I will pay attention next time..."

While the two ninjas were talking, they turned and left. As for the bandit who fell off the cliff... who cares?

……

"Tsk... I'm still alive after all... The last time I fell 15 meters, I was able to survive, but this time it was more than 100 meters, isn't it an exaggeration? Could it be that the buff of 'Feng Xue never died from the fall' has solidified on my body?" Feng Xue, who was slowly waking up, felt the feedback from her body and used self-deprecating ways to relieve her pressure.

For a paralyzed disabled person, self-guidance is very necessary. Of course, for him now, he would rather fall to his death.

After all, according to his experience, he might be paralyzed again, and unlike the paraplegic last time, this time only his head can really move.

"I hope it's only temporary..." Feng Xue tried hard to convey his consciousness to his limbs, but there was no feedback at all, but at least, his eyes were fine, and he could see the strange smallpox... Uh, the cave ?

Feng Xue's expression suddenly became weird. She didn't notice it before, but when she looked carefully, she was lying in the cave like a fucking meow!

Even if it's Naruto World, isn't this a bit too fantasy?

In other words, do you actually have a cheat like a fairy body?

Chapter 2 Alive, but no cheats

"Dark Blue, add some!"

"System, I want to draw a lottery!"

"Lord God, repair my whole body!"

"..."

"Isn't it really there?" Feng Xue tried all the ways to call Goldfinger in her mind one by one, but there was no response, no feedback from Goldfinger, and her body showed no sign of recovery.

The place where there should be no sensation is still unconscious, and the place where it should hurt still hurts the same, but if there is no special ability, how on earth can he keep breathing unobstructed after falling off a [-]-meter cliff?

You know, when he fell from a height of more than ten meters that year, he had to have a drainage tube inserted for two weeks to drain the fluid in the chest cavity.

Or, is it the special physique of people in Naruto World?

After all, the number of human cells in this world is twice that of ordinary humans, and there is a structure of cell walls, so the ability to resist blows is justified.

Although Feng Xue herself feels that this statement is very far-fetched, but as the saying goes, if you rule out all the impossible, the rest, no matter how impossible, is the truth. If it weren't for his special physique, could it be that someone just picked up the half-dead guy on the side of the road? Come back, and then put it in the cave to perform the surgery that you had to struggle in the sterile room for a few days in the technological era in the previous life?

Even if medical ninjutsu is awesome [beep——], it’s not so awesome [beep——], right?

But reality always hits the face. After Feng Xue talked about the stand-up comedy in her heart for almost two hours, she suddenly felt that the light source seemed to be blocked by something.

However, now he couldn't even twist his neck, all he could do was pray in his heart that it wasn't some strange beast that came.

Just as the thoughts in his mind became more and more chaotic, a cold, emotionless female voice rang in his ears:

"you're awake?"

"Wake up." Feng Xue didn't wonder why he could speak Japanese so fluently, he just spit out such syllables extremely calmly.

"Your injury is serious, I have tried my best to treat it, but..."

"Maybe you won't be able to move for the rest of your life, right?" Feng Xue replied indifferently.

"You don't seem to be surprised." There was still no ups and downs in the voice, even though it was supposed to be a question, it was still straightforward.

"Or it's nothing unexpected." Feng Xue stared at the stone wall above her head with a stiff neck, "Before you appeared, I was still delusional that I actually had a physique with a particularly strong recovery ability, but after hearing you speak, I probably understood that I was thinking too much."

"You are very strange." The female voice made a comment, but Feng Xue stared blankly at the top of her head:

"The strange thing is you, right? Would ordinary people pick up seriously injured guys from the side of the road and treat them?"

"It is the duty of the witch to save ordinary people." The woman replied.

"The witch? The witch who removes the dark or the witch who is the god?" Feng Xue hadn't had a good conversation with anyone in 20 years, and she exposed her open habit on the Internet by opening her mouth.

However, the other party didn't seem to be angry because of this, but just said coldly: "A witch is a witch."

"It's fine...as long as you don't dream of other people dying." Feng Xue recalled that there seemed to be a profession like a witch in Hokage, and she casually put it down, but the woman replied seriously:

"Precognitive dreams are very dangerous powers, I don't know how to do it."

"Can't use it or can't use it?" Feng Xue raised her eyebrows—the only muscles he can mobilize now are those on his face.

"No." The witch replied affirmatively.

Feng Xue felt that the blocked light source was restored. Hearing the sound of footsteps beside her ears, she understood that the witch had bypassed her. Then she saw a wooden spoon appearing above her face. The hand holding the spoon was like a good Suet jade is generally warm and moist, with a slender skeleton, no calluses visible, and very shallow hand lines. According to some knowledge learned from the hospital, Feng Xue judged that the owner of this hand should not be more than 15 years old.

But, would a 15-year-old girl have such a mature and cold voice?

"Open your mouth." The witch's voice interrupted Feng Xue's thinking, she opened her mouth, and as the cool white porridge fell into her mouth, the bitterness of the herbal medicine burst out on the tip of her tongue.

Reluctantly swallowing it, Feng Xue frowned slightly and said:

"Can you turn my head to the side? It's easy to choke on my back. Of course, it's okay if I can raise my head a bit higher."

"You seem to be very experienced?" The maiden uttered a questioning tone for the first time. Before Feng Xue could respond, a pair of cold hands supported his head, causing his gaze to turn away. For a moment, this woman who was probably his savior finally came into his sight.

The classic red and white maiden costume, neat bangs, black and smooth long hair, and a delicate but expressionless face make up a suffocating beauty.

Judging from the facial features, the real age of this girl may not even be as high as the 15 years guessed before, but the indifferent and emotionless demeanor made people feel a little "this person is very mature".

"Open your mouth."

The girl's voice interrupted Feng Xue's thoughts again, mechanically swallowing the porridge handed by the other party.

The atmosphere was very cold, the girl was just feeding mechanically, and Feng Xue was eating mechanically. After a few minutes, the porridge in the bowl disappeared, and the girl's figure also disappeared into the cave.

"Tsk, you turned my head back!"

……

Feng Xue's posture of tilting her head lasted until the next day. He had an experience once, as long as he was awake, he would constantly use his thoughts to move his body. Although there was no effect, this kind of thing had to be persisted.

A person's will can sometimes overcome physical limitations. In his previous life, he was able to move his hands. There is no reason why he can't in this life.

Moreover, there is no Internet, no TV in this world, and he has nothing to do, so he has a lot of time to try things that he couldn't stick to in his previous life—for example, try those transfers that seem to have some sense Dharma, Dharma of Preservation and Dharma of Contemplation...

It was difficult for Feng Xue, who was tilting her head, to judge the exact time. Just judging from the light in the cave, the light source was blocked again at about the same time as yesterday.

The girl in the white maiden uniform came in carrying a casserole and a bowl just like yesterday. In order to avoid such a crooked ending for another whole day, Feng Xue said before she sat down:

"Remember to straighten my head when I leave."

"Ok."

Indifferent and without any emotion, the girl gathered the wide cuff of the maiden uniform with one hand, poured the porridge from the casserole into a bowl, and then fed it to Feng Xue.

I don't know whether it's the magical effect of the medicine, or the physique of the people in this world is really extraordinary. After drinking the porridge, Feng Xue felt that her spirit was better again.

It's just that the witch is still the same as yesterday, leaving immediately after feeding the porridge without leaving a word.

Chapter 3 Sister's Mission

The time on the sickbed is very slow. Feng Xue, who can only move her eyes and mouth, has nothing else to do except close her eyes and repeat the various real-type exercises she has seen in her previous life. He thought he was used to being lonely, but when he came to this world without the Internet, he really realized that he was still too naive.

People are bored, so they want to talk to someone, but the only thing he can see now is the witch, and that woman will only come once a day, feed a bowl of porridge, and then turn around and leave.

When he was able to speak, he was stuffed with food, and when he finished eating, he left. Feng Xue herself had social barriers because she had not communicated with others for a long time. Before he could think of what to say, the person had already disappeared. out of sight.

……

On the fifth day after Feng Xue woke up, the witch came to the cave again, but this time, it was a little earlier than before, and what she was holding in her hand was not the usual food, but a wooden basin with a very classic atmosphere.

There was no nonsense, the witch half-kneeled in front of him, unwrapped the bandage, and then slowly scrubbed his body. Feng Xue had already adapted to things like cleaning, changing dressings, and even assisting in excretion. In fact, after lying in bed for so many years, she had no shame about this, even if the other party looked like a young girl of fifteen or sixteen years old—after all, he had been treated by little nurses of similar age in his previous life.

But at this time, he doesn't seem to occupy his mouth because he needs to eat, so it seems that he can talk?

So, he spoke: