Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo - Chapter 1255
Chapter 1255
Ying Ji returned to her senses, and she softly agreed. Although the Snow Girl standing next to her did not make a sound, Liang Yiluo knew she had listened.
“However, such a great city will definitely not fall.”
Can’t help it, Ying Ji said.
She has seen this city floating in the sky. Except for the atrium where Liangyi is located in the center, it is surrounded by four seasons. There are cherry blossoms in spring, mountains blowing in summer, red leaves in autumn, and winter. Sakuraji couldn’t imagine its destruction in such a beautiful, blooming world.
“Even the gods will fall, let alone a city built by humans.”
“Just like Ping An Jing under our feet, it is the most important city in Yamato, but one day, it will also lose this glory.”
Liang Yiluo suddenly turned her head and smiled at Ying Ji. The girl’s breath suffocated. Before she recovered, Liang Yiluo had already stepped far away in the sea of flowers, leaving only her back.
‘Are you confused? ’
Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in Ying Ji’s heart.
She was taken aback for a moment, and looked around with some horror.
“What’s wrong? Sakuraji…”
Xue Nu found that Ying Ji was wrong, and asked worriedly.
“No…no, nothing.”
Ying Ji smiled reluctantly and waved her hand.
Xueli was a little confused, but she didn’t delve into it.
‘who is it? ’
Ying Ji asked in her heart, she was very familiar with the gentle voice just now, because that voice was herself!
‘Don’t be confused, don’t feel guilty…’
The voice ignored her, just talking to himself.
“Sakura is the flower of love and hope…Hope, love, maybe you will find that all the results are perfect, all entanglements and confusion are unnecessary, because this is hope… …’
‘You, who are you! ! ’
Ying Ji was a little apprehensive, she couldn’t hear the voice in her heart at all. This strange scene made the girl feel scared.
‘I’m you, you’re me, I’m Sakuraji, and you are Sakuraji…’
Chapter 0156 Accompany me to hell【o(* ̄▽ ̄*)ブ】
Day after day, but also year after year.
Even if it is the Liang Yiluo who is in charge of time, he has forgotten what the passing of time is like.
He lives in the castle in the sky every day, drinking and having fun. With his temperament, he thinks of what is what.
When you are happy, hold a banquet, let all the monsters in Kyoto participate, spend a good few days in the joy of laughter and drink, and send the monsters out when the banquet is tired, and continue to fight for your own purposes.
He is a typical taker. Those caught by the feather fox, the most beautiful princesses in Yamato, have been exchanged by him. Anyway, they are just some human beings, and the shelf life is not long. Don’t indulge in desire, but rather than waste it as a snack, it is better to let yourself play with it.
There is no ethics, no morality, carefree, and unrestrained. As the lord of monsters and the lord of Kyoto here, he has been doing things that best suit his identity.
In a blink of an eye, it’s midsummer from early summer, or maybe it’s the summer of the second year, but Liang Yiluo is also lazy to count the time. The life lived here is more bohemian than Jiuji Roulin. Liang Yiluo still remembers Yuzao. The contempt of her before.
“The ancient emperors were all destroyed in the country like you. People like you have seen a lot in their own palace.”
Even in the midsummer of August, it is still very cool and does not make people feel hot. Due to the city’s floating in the sky, altitude and barriers, all seasons are like spring except for certain areas.
In the laid-back and free central courtyard, Liang Yi rested his head on Feiju’s thighs, smelling the fragrance of the kitty’s body, holding Yuzao in both hands, and playing with her body secretly with one hand, making her breathless. .
Feiju wore a wide swing-sleeve kimono. In order to make Liangyiluo more comfortable, he deliberately lays out the clothes very large, exposing smooth and white thighs. In the gap between the legs, the white fat times with patterns are also It is looming.
Liang Yi moved to find a more comfortable posture for herself, even with Yuzao in her arms frowning to make herself more comfortable.
Beside the three of them, there is a twelve or thirteen-year-old **** her knees. Her name is Zhen Ji. She is the daughter of a certain nobleman in Yamato. As long as she cries, the teardrops will turn into beautiful pearls, which are caught by the feather fox. One of many princesses with special abilities.
The young girl lowered her head and trembled, her eyes were full of tears, and occasionally she accidentally caused the teardrops to fall and turn into pearls. She grabbed them hurriedly, fearing that the sound of the pearls falling to the ground would disturb Liangyi.
The trembling girl picked up the snacks next to her from time to time and fed Liang Yiluo with her hands. Her actions were a bit rusty. She had been served by others in the past. She was a little unaccustomed to serving people suddenly, but in order to survive, she has been working hard. .
Sitting on the other side was Ying Ji. While comforting the little girl softly, she was also waiting for others, but Xue Nu was sent to take care of Qin Xin. Seeing Xue Nu’s appearance, she was quite good at taking care of children. .
No matter how you look at this scene, Liang Yiluo doesn’t look like a good person, and has been forcing others.
“I thought you would say that I am the kind of person who can’t survive three episodes, Xiaoyu…”
Liang Yiluo touched the blond hair in front of Yuzao in his arms. He raised his head slightly, and what came into his sight was the wonderful scenery on Feiju’s chest.
“En? What do you mean?”
Yuzao twisted her delicate body a bit, and got used to the completely incomprehensible remarks that Liang Yiluo occasionally made.
“It’s nothing……”
Liang Yiluo smiled and didn’t explain, and Yuzao Qian, who had long been used to it, didn’t ask.
“When this palace was in Gu Tianzhu two thousand and five hundred years ago, the monarch there was a country like yours in decline.”
Yuzao curled the corner of his mouth, as if he was against Liangyi’s fall, using history as a mirror to fall on him.
“Two thousand five hundred years ago?”
The pupil of Akashia who had fallen to the right eye of Liangyi saw through the long river of time and easily saw what happened 2,500 years ago.
“At that time, Xiaoyu, although you were already a big monster, but your strength was not particularly strong… Isn’t the King of India named Bintosara just obsessed with turning into a Huayangtian, you will end up like this? You came to Xiaoyu to get the relics transformed by Chandala Gupta after his death to increase your strength.”
“You… how did you know?”
Before Yuzao heard Liang Yiluo’s words, the golden fox’s eyes widened. The events of 2,500 years ago may be handed down in history, but it is impossible to know Yuzao’s original purpose…
“Guess what?”
Liang Yi Luo said with a smile.
“Humph!”
The nine-tailed fox snorted like an arrogant.
“Then Xiaoyu, what would you say? Two thousand or three hundred years ago, you turned into Su Daji, and let King Zhou be absurd without practicing tyranny, and finally be destroyed? Well, that was Xiaoyu, you coveted the power of the Dragon God and wanted to steal Dragon veins! But the timing is not very good. At that time, there were too many immortals cultivated by humans. Even if you succeeded in stealing the dragon veins in the end, you would be seriously injured…”
“After that, one thousand and eight hundred years ago, in order to borrow the power of the Dragon God to heal your wounds again, you turned into Bao Si and came a beacon prince and finally fell to an end… At that time, you should have gained enough power. Well, then it took a thousand years to digest.”