Trafford’s Trading Club

[If Nagato Tsuruko can come back smoothly, he will take over as the shrine maiden of Waseda Shrine. Ever since Nagato Tsuruko quietly left, the Waseda Miko carefully prepared for the succession ceremony, and her thoughtfulness was extraordinary. Inuyasha, the Inu God, had changed back and forth between the stone statue and his appearance four times in the morning. Each time, he came to the main hall, glanced at the Wasa Miko, and then left. It was not until the fifth time that the Wasa Miko said, "Inuyasha, here you go." I’ll go to the cave to get some water and come back.”]

["You are so well prepared. It seems you are optimistic that the damn brat will come back safely." Inuyasha leaned against the door and did not leave immediately. 】

[Miko Wasae said softly: "If she can come back safely, these preparations will come in handy. If she can't come back, then treat it as an early preparation for the next time. No matter what, it is better to be prepared than not." get ready."】

["This test of yours is too difficult!" Inuyasha frowned, "I have fought against the red mage before. You know, even I am not his opponent. If I hadn't been injured by the red mage, neither would you." Maybe it’s so easy to conquer me. If you let that damn brat deal with him now, it’s like letting him die!”]

["You have always been dissatisfied with me for making you an Inugami. Now your contract has been transferred to Tsuruko. If she is unfortunate, the contract will be automatically terminated and you will be free. Isn't that just right? If she can be safe You should be sad when you come back." The Wase Miko glanced at Inuyasha again. 】

["Of course!" InuYasha walked out of the main hall without looking back. 】

This divine wind carried a very strange power. Not only were Zhui Feng and Mo Xiaofei unable to break free, but they were sent a considerable distance away without stopping.

But Zhui Feng suddenly burst out with a strong force. He grabbed Mo Xiaofei with one hand and Zi Xing with the other. With a roar, he broke away from the divine wind and finally fell to the ground.

"Zhui Feng, you..." Mo Xiaofei was worried about what kind of damage Zhui Feng's outburst would cause to his body. Before this, Zhui Feng actually looked very tired.

Zhui Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know why, but after the ray of light attracted by that dead woman hit me just now, I felt a steady stream of strength coming out of this body."

Mo Xiaofei frowned and said, "Does she want you to help her deal with Nagato Heko who turned into a demon fox?"

But thinking about it again, Mo Xiaofei was not sure that if the young witch had this intention, she shouldn't send the person away. After he and Zhui Feng touched the weirdo with injured eyes at the same time, they exchanged their experiences in Yan Wuyue's world and learned more or less about the things between 'Inuyasha' and 'Miko'.

"Brother, I want to go back." Zhuifeng suddenly raised his head, "I don't know why, but I just feel like I have to go back."

Mo Xiaofei didn't say anything and simply nodded. He had almost exhausted his strength. At this time, he had a splitting headache and needed some rest. "You go ahead. I will also seize the time to recover. Leave Purple Star to me to take care of it."

Zhui Feng nodded, glanced at the unconscious Zi Xing... and activated it quickly!

The miko seemed to have purified Inuyasha's monster bloodline, so that the quality of his body suddenly improved a lot, and his speed seemed to have improved a lot as a result.

Mo Xiaofei found a secret place to settle down. He put down Purple Star and began to sit up cross-legged. While silently reciting the Heart Sutra, he let himself enter a state of no thought. After this mental turmoil, Mo Xiaofei Fei vaguely felt that there seemed to be some changes in his mental power.

"What on earth was that emperor-like figure I saw back then..." Mo Xiaofei's distracting thoughts flashed through his mind, and he quickly shook his head and concentrated on regaining his energy again.

There seemed to be a coolness starting to emerge in his mind. He could not find the source of this coolness. He suddenly opened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Hey, why is my mental recovery so much faster now than before!"

If his mental recovery speed when he was trained by Long Xiruo was 1, then his current recovery speed is at least... 5!

[According to the child's reminder, Nagato Tsuruko waited until midnight was approaching before taking action. The Toad Spirit Red Mage is rumored to be a powerful monster. The Waseda Miko has a codex in her hand, which also explains things about the Red Mage. This handbook was written by the Waseda shrine maiden when she was traveling. It contains many legends about monsters and stories about gods and ghosts from various places. It is said that this was passed down from the first generation of early rice miko, and then perfected from generation to generation. Nagato Tsuruko felt that he should also write down his experiences in the notebook in the future. She never thought about whether she could deal with the red mage. 】

【Why should we think about it? She feels that life is very short, and it only lasts for a few decades, which is far less than the lives of monsters and gods, so life should be more efficient. Worrying is a waste of time, just think about how to get things done... When you get back safely, the expression on that stupid dog's face will be wonderful, right? Although he is unwilling to waste his life in meaningless worries, fears, and all kinds of fantasies, Nagato Tsuruko finds that if he looks forward to the future, he will become more action-oriented. 】

[The red mage is a monster that is difficult to eliminate and purify. Before going out, Miko Wasae told Nagato Tsuruko that with her ability, it would be best if she could only seal the red mage. Now the place where the red mage was hiding was right in front of him. Nagato Hezi could see the faint green light shining there. After thinking for a moment, Nagato Hezi slowed down and took down the wooden bow and arrow. At this time, the cave suddenly There was a strong wind, and ghostly cries began to echo around. A figure flew out of the cave, stepping on seven-color clouds, wearing a red cassock, and smiling, like a kind elder, "Amitabha. ”]

["Red mage?" Nagato Tsuruko directly attached the feather arrow and pointed at the opponent. 】

["Witch? I don't know what's going on in the middle of the night?" The red-clothed mage lowered the colorful clouds, and his kind smile looked more like a statue in an ancient temple. 】

[Nagato Tsuruko felt the huge mana of the red mage at this moment. However, this magic power was always strange at first, and it did not have the sense of peace and serenity of the monks that the Waseda Miko once mentioned, so he quickly became alert. Moreover, unlike what the child at the foot of the mountain said, the red mage is weakest at midnight. If this is the time when the red mage is at his weakest, then the time when he is at full strength is really too terrifying. Nagato Hezi's heart suddenly became solemn, and he observed the surrounding terrain at the same time. A feather arrow shot out without warning, and Nagato Tsuruko fired a probing arrow. 】

[The mage in red easily caught Nagato Tsuruko’s arrow, and at the same time the smile on his face grew stronger, “Did the miko find out that midnight is when I am at my weakest, so I came here to disturb you?”]

[Nagato Tsuruko ignored it. She quickly changed her position and shot another arrow. The red mage reached out his hand again and easily took it, and smiled and said: "The spiritual power on this arrow is very strong. If it can be hit, it will be a big trouble. It's a pity that you can't hit me. I might as well tell you that Midnight is indeed the most important thing to me. time, but it is not the weakest time, but the strongest time.”]

[The red mage opens his mouth and spits out a ball of colored mist. The mist swelled in the wind, like a colorful wind. Wherever it passed, trees and flowers withered. Changmen Hezi couldn't avoid it. Some of the stains on her skirt were corroded away. She couldn't help but look more solemn, and at the same time, she thought of the boy secretly crying at the foot of the mountain, "Did you instigate that boy?\