Liyue Taoist of the original god

"It's not bad. The taste of this store is pretty good."

Ouyang patted his belly and thanked Kamisato Ayaka who was leading the way: "You didn't eat much just now. Why don't you continue shopping and try the roadside stalls?"

"It's fine if Mr. Ouyang thinks it's okay." Linghua lowered her head and said in a soft voice, "I'm not hungry, so I ate less."

"If you still want to try some roadside snacks, then... let's go to the main street of Machichi."

After saying that, she continued to lead the way, but her eyes were no longer as agile as before.

There seems to be a lot more confusion.

Girls' feelings are always poetry.

Previously, we talked about heroes saving beauties, relationships and other topics, which inevitably made her feel a little "drunk".

Of course, this is not because she suddenly had any emotional entanglement with Ouyang.

It was purely because of Ouyang's words that Hong Guoguo laid out her feelings, reality, and life on the table, causing those beautiful longings in her heart to be ruthlessly crushed once again.

Those beautiful stories and legends all seemed to be whitewashed in Ouyang's mouth.

They are all carefully compiled by thoughtful people to deceive the people.

It's all calculations.

And her confusion was precisely because she found herself unable to refute.

If the hero's rescue of the beauty is just an accident and happens to happen, the hero just happens to appear unintentionally and solves the other party's troubles.

But in fact, the hero is actually a timid and cowardly ordinary person?

So do you think the two of them can continue to maintain this feeling and stay together?

And don’t you think that by being together like this, the hero is also taking advantage of the other person’s emotions?

So a hero is still a hero?

Question after question, Ayaka found herself unable to refute any of them.

She couldn't help but think of Ouyang's words in the villa, "Welcome to the real world."

She raised her head and looked at the falling cherry blossoms dotting the main street of the machichi street.

Here you can already faintly hear the sounds of hawking and shouting on the main street.

She saw smiles on the faces of the few tourists.

Especially those of some children, the innocent smiles on their faces are very contagious in Ayaka's opinion.

If it were before, she would definitely feel that the picture in front of her was so beautiful.

Everything means that this is a peaceful afternoon for Inazuma.

But now she only felt that the fragrance of cherry blossoms in the air made her chest feel tight.

The worldview shattered so quickly that she was too late emotionally to rebuild the defensive walls to protect herself.

Her thinking fell into a strange circle.

She looks at tourists and guesses whether there is something brewing in their hearts that is inconsistent with the smile on their faces.

Do the stall owners and shops who are working hard to attract customers also have various little thoughts?

The sky seemed to darken at this moment.

Everyone around them changed their expressions in the darkness.

One by one, ghosts and monsters emerged from people's bodies.

They revolve around Ayaka.

The words in his mouth may be tempting, sad, cruel, or exciting.

But all the voices came together so that she couldn't understand what they were saying.

She could only squat on the ground helplessly, as if this small area between heaven and earth was the only safe place.

The cherry blossoms falling in the sky reflected the light, and there seemed to be hope in Ayaka's eyes.

She looked at the falling cherry blossoms and stretched out her hands to catch them.

But the seemingly light cherry blossoms turned out to be as sharp and cold as a blade. They fell lightly and easily cut open the skin in the palm of their hand.

The smell of blood spread.

The ghosts who smelled the smell became crazy at this moment.

They spin faster and faster, spin faster and faster!

"You can't escape..."

"Come home with me quickly, I'll show you a baby..."

"Kill me! Kill me!..."

"It's all rubbish! It's all rubbish!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Hahahaha... Follow me, little beauty..."

ah--

"You all get out of here!!!"

The cold frost turned into an unprecedented white streak.

This training course penetrated the heaven and earth amidst Linghua's horrified roar.

The white brilliance instantly illuminated this dark world, and the ghosts began to dissipate amidst the wailing sounds.

Phew~

Phew~

The breath he exhaled turned into mist in the cold wind.

Kamisato Ayaka held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands. She clenched her teeth and her eyes were extremely determined, but tears fell down her cheeks.

She looked at the ghosts that were gradually disappearing and murmured: "No one can hurt me!"

"oh?"

A sound appeared in the sky.

Ayaka looked up instantly.

She was horrified to find that all the dissipated ghosts and monsters turned into black mist, and the black mist reunited into a huge face in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

A face like Ouyang!

Ouyang slowly fell in the sky, getting closer and closer to Kamisato Ayaka.

"I want to hurt you, what can you do?"

The tone was frivolous, accompanied by a strong pressure, which seemed to indicate an order that could not be refused.

bite--

The blade plunges downward into the ground.

Under the endless and powerful pressure like a mountain roar and a tsunami, Ayaka fell to her knees helplessly.

She wanted to stand up and swing her sword, but under the pressure of heaven and earth, she seemed like a lonely boat on the sea in a thunderstorm.

All resistance seems so small and ridiculous.

She raised her head and looked at Ouyang, who was already close at hand.

Seeing the disdainful look on the other person's face, he closed his eyes in despair.

Tears welled up in his closed eyes.

Yes... Mr. Ouyang... wants to hurt me, but I can, what should I do...

Kamisato Ayaka resigned in despair.

Waiting for the end of his destiny.

As she closed her eyes, the world fell into endless darkness again.

but...

"Hello? Wake up. Hello? What's wrong with you?"

Ayaka, who had her eyes closed, felt a tap on her shoulder.

She opened her eyes blankly and saw Ouyang's confused face.

"Mr. Ouyang..."

As she spoke, everything in her vision returned to its original state.

twitter--

The afternoon sun shines on me, and the birds stand on the branches and sing happily.

The sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms can be smelled in the air again.

Everything in front of her was so real that her brain, which was down, couldn't figure out which one was the dream.

She looked at Ouyang in front of her again and said blankly again: "Mr. Ouyang...?"

"You finally woke up?"

Ouyang, who was bent over, straightened up while talking.

He looked at Linghua, who was still confused, with a strange expression, and continued speechlessly: "Get up quickly when you wake up. Why are you kneeling on the street?"

Ouyang felt simply baffled.

She was walking normally, but Ayaka Kamisato suddenly stood still.

But when he walked over to ask if something was wrong, the other party knelt down directly in front of him.

This is the street!

Fortunately, there are not many tourists, so no one has paid attention to this place so far.

Ouyang is still a gentleman. He did not avoid it directly, but used his relatively good body to block the sight of others as much as possible.

But when he asked Ayaka to get up.

Kamisato Ayaka, who was kneeling on the ground, hugged Ouyang's waist and cried like a fountain of tears.

"Wow...Mr. Ouyang..."

The wailing Kamisato Ayaka was so frightened that Ouyang opened his hands and did not dare to move.

He felt the force on his waist and looked at Shen He beside him with a horrified expression.

"Wife, you also saw it, she was the one who made the move first!"

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This chapter is considered an experimental writing method...well, I'm still scratching my head (this isn't a complaint, is it?)