When Saishomaru woke up from his coma,
There was still a lump of anger in his heart that could not dissipate.
Jingzhi Aizhi's father died for a human woman and even gave his beloved knife, Tie Suiya, to his second son.
Instead, he gave the pure-blooded eldest son a knife made of scraps that could only save people but not kill people.
Saishomaru was not convinced.
Saishomaru was furious.
Saishomaru came up with a plan to snatch Tie Suiya.
However, Tie Suiya, who automatically protected his master, counterattacked and cut off his arm.
Well, this matter could not be settled peacefully.
Saishomaru almost sneered in his heart.
He hated Inuyasha so much that he almost broke his white canine teeth. In his heart, he beat Inuyasha 1500 times. He completely forgot about the fact that he first schemed against his younger brother and wanted to kill him.
Saishomaru did not feel that his actions were cat cakes at all.
He put his hands on his waist and felt justified for a while.
Father is dead.
Aren't Father's things my things?
Inuyasha? What is that? Is a half-demon worthy of being my brother?!
I don't recognize this brother.
— — But my father admitted it!
Saishomaru was furious.
What made the dog even angrier was that Tie Suiya had cut off his arm.
This rounded up was that his father was biased. In order to protect that half-demon, he had cut off the arm of his pure-blooded son.
Saishomaru, who had never been wronged since he was young, was furious. He was swept up by Tie Suiya's demon wind and thrown more than 800 miles away. When he came back to his senses,
He found that he could not move.
Oh, to be exact.
He could not control his actions.
He was sitting in a brightly lit Zen courtyard.
The door was wide open.
A cool breeze blew.
On the dark-colored wooden table in front of him, there were a few precious books.
Saishomaru knew that they were brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. They were the finest products of China.
In the Nihon Country, not to mention the mountain monsters, even the noble children like the Emperor of Heaven and Earth wouldn't be able to obtain such treasures.
The brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were beside him. He was covered in silk and brocade. The air was filled with the fragrance of tea. On the corner of the table was a flower arrangement that was filled with the beauty of loneliness. Every detail was concise and elegant.
Seshengmaru saw "himself" raising his head and rubbing his sore wrist. Not far away, a handsome and elegant man in a kimono was kneeling on a futon. He was closing a book, closing his eyes and smiling faintly.
"That's all for today. Kill."
Only then did Saishomaru realize that his wrist, which had been exceptionally strong after holding a sword for many years, why did his wrist hurt so badly?
… Asking a monster with infinite strength to pinch a thin and soft brush to write large characters was simply a human task.
That's not right. What right does this person have to call me a 'killer'? He should at least call me Your Highness Saishomaru!
It could be seen that Saishomaru was really a child who had not been cute since he was young. Before he could throw a cold glance at him, his mouth could not help but say in a tender voice, "My hand hurts. I want to rub it!"
Saishomaru was speechless.
The Nine Heavens Thunder was not enough to describe Saishomaru's current mood.
Mitsuki Munechika stood up and knocked the young man's forehead with a fan with a smile. He said, "Go and find the king to rub it for you. I have a sore back, tinnitus, and blurred vision. I need to go and have a good rest."
Saishomaru coldly watched the young man, who looked to be in his mid-twenties but claimed to be an "old man", leave. Since he could not control his actions, he naturally had to find a way to capture him and threaten him to get to the bottom of it.
He could only possess the body of the young man named "Killer" and watch him tidy up the brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table and happily step out of the room.
The young man lowered his head and looked at his hands from the corner of his eyes. Those were his hands. Saishomaru knew very well, but he did not understand why these hands were so tender and small.
This was... his infantile self.
But when had he lived in such an exquisite human residence when he was a child? Was he dreaming?
Little Sha Sheng ran to another courtyard with his short legs. Sha Shengmaru looked at him coldly as he took off his complicated fur coat and casually tore off his finely made white clothes.
Then, he turned into a dog.
It was a little white dog that was only the size of a wrist and elbow. Even its bark was still childish.
The little white dog kicked off the clothes that were wrapped around his leg and ran deeper into the courtyard, wagging its tail. Its excited appearance made Saishomaru begin to doubt his own dog life.
After passing through one room after another, Saishomaru suddenly saw a bright light in front of his eyes.
A young girl, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, was lying on a red brick window that was specially built for the purpose of admiring the scenery. She seemed to be taking an afternoon nap and was sleeping soundly.
The sun outside the window was bright and warm, making people feel comfortable. Saishomaru's gaze paused slightly when it fell on the young girl's body. He felt as if time had stopped for a moment.
Her black hair was like clouds, her lips were red, and her eyes were closed. She was sleeping soundly, and her face was pure and innocent.
Her posture was not elegant, and the place where she was taking a nap was not right. But she was so beautiful that just by lying there lazily, she was already more beautiful than the spring scenery outside the window.
Facing such a sleeping beauty, even if Saishomaru's heart did not throb, he subconsciously did not want to disturb her sleep. But the owner of the possessed body did not think so.
"Auntie, auntie!" The little puppy jumped onto the round window and kicked its short legs to climb up the woman's arm to her neck. It licked the woman's face. "Get up! Get up! Rub my fur! Rub my fur! "
The little puppy, who did not know what considerate was, licked the woman's face with its saliva. After it was done, it even stretched out two soft white paws to slap the woman left and right.
Saishomaru was speechless.
How should he put it? Although he did not care about the other party's feelings, he suddenly understood why his mother would tease him by saying, "You deserve to be alone for the rest of your life."
Be reasonable, young me, our innate talent is "poison." If you lick her like that, you'll probably disfigure her face.
"Get lost!"
So, as Saishomaru expected, the young girl, who was suffering from the double torture of waking up bad mood and poisonous saliva, immediately flipped the puppy over in anger. She went into a frenzy.
"Are you the devil?! Say it yourself! Which part of my face do you have a problem with?! Why do you have to fight and act spoiled and hit my face for no reason?! "
The little puppy was sent flying three to four meters away. If it were a normal child, he would probably be crying. However, the little puppy was very sturdy. He quickly got up and wrapped himself around the woman's ankle, rubbing and licking.
"Rub my fur, rub my fur, rub my fur! Auntie, Auntie, rub my fur! "
The little puppy was probably still young, so he only knew how to repeat these few sentences.
The woman looked at the little puppy with a gloomy expression. She grabbed the little puppy in her hand angrily and looked at him gloomily. However, no matter how long she stared, the little puppy only stuck out its tongue and acted cute. The woman was at her wit's end.
"Stick out your tongue! Eh! You still dare to stick out your tongue! "
"Bleh, bleh, bleh ~!"
Saishomaru felt that he was a complete retard when he was still a child.
However, there was more to come. When the woman sat down angrily to rub the little puppy's fur, the little puppy was so happy that he kept kicking his legs. When he turned over, he revealed his white, furry belly …
Then, the woman raised her hand and rubbed it as if she was used to it. Her two hands were just enough to cover the entire belly, and she immediately did a full massage.
Looking at himself, who was so comfortable that he kept making "bleh bleh bleh" sounds, Saishomaru felt as if his balls had been trampled by a thousand horses.
First, let me introduce you. Saishomaru, the child of the Western Shōgun Inu, and the Silver Moon King. He had received elite education from the demon race since he was young. Even in front of his own mother, he had a naturally elegant and cold demeanor.
The belly was the most vulnerable part of a dog's body. The back had fur and bones to protect the internal organs, but the belly only had a very thin layer of skin. In the demon world, things like family were very bland. After all, if a son wanted to take over his father's territory when he grew up, he would have to face his father head-on. In short, even the closest family members would not expose their belly. There was only one possibility for them to do this — to submit to their master after losing a battle.
This was really f * cked up.
He, Saishomaru, was four hundred years old, and he would rather die than surrender. He would rather break than be humiliated. He had never done such a shameful thing before!
Thus, Saishomaru's murderous aura unconsciously increased. He thought that no matter what, he had to kill this woman who actually made him expose his belly.
Hua Yan's hand that was rubbing the little puppy's belly paused slightly.
She moved her hand away and lowered her head to look at the little puppy that was lying on her lap in a daze. The little puppy was not satisfied with her stopping. It reached out its little paw and scratched her sleeve, licking her pinky finger.
Hua Yan rubbed her forehead. She felt that she was in a daze from sleep. How could she have sensed the little puppy's murderous aura just now? Was it an illusion?
Thus, Hua Yan continued to massage the little puppy's fur as she asked, "How was your class today?"
The little puppy's little ears twitched slightly, and it said in a childish voice, "Auntie, I still don't understand. Why do we need to use the methods that humans use to govern cities to govern demons? Isn't the Demon Realm respected by strength? "
"Strength is respected, but there will always be times when you are tired and weak." Hua Yan lowered her head and rubbed the puppy. She said casually, "Think about it. The Western Kingdom was originally just a gathering place for the canine race. Why did it develop into a country of its own now? The reason is very simple. When you become stronger, there will be more demons relying on you. If you want to unify the Demon Realm, you will need to manage, govern, and balance the forces under your command. "
"For example, Auntie will take you to see it." Hua Yan picked up the little puppy and hugged it in her arms. She walked outside. "In Auntie's city, there are dandelions that have transformed into the Yingcao race, as well as wolves and sheep."
"Then let Auntie ask you. If these weak demons rely on you and live together with them, how will you stop the sheep from eating grass and the wolves from eating the sheep?"
The little puppy didn't understand. "Why should I stop them? This is a matter of survival of the fittest. "
"That's right." Hua Yan curled her lips into a smile. The gentleness between her brows was not as moving as the moon and the breeze. "But the demons rely on you to avoid the dangers of the outside world, right?"
The little puppy had his own opinion on this point. He said unhappily, "I don't want such weak followers."
Saishomaru, who had possessed him, also nodded. It was already annoying enough to have a noisy evil cult. Why did he have to raise so many weak chickens to annoy him?
Hua Yan smiled helplessly. "Then let me ask you, do you want to improve the living environment of the demons? Or rather, do you want to live a better life?"
The little puppy argued, "I think my current life is already pretty good."
When Hua Yan heard this, she was immediately amused. "But the little puppy, you can eat Chinese delicacies, use ink, paper, and wear brocades. These are all things that Auntie gave you. It has nothing to do with your parents."
The puppy was stunned and confused. It was Auntie who gave him these things, not his parents. To put it bluntly, Auntie's things belonged to Auntie. There was no reason for her to return them to him when he grew up.
In this regard, the little puppy's thoughts were still very upright. He didn't feel wronged, because this was the rule.
Only the direct descendants had the right to inherit everything from their parents. And this was only possible if they passed their parents' test.
It wasn't that Western Europe wasn't good. It was just that one was used to riding in a Rolls-Royce that cost tens of millions and eating Kobe beef that was flown over. How could one return to the countryside and live a luxurious life as a landlord?
This was the difference between one's outlook and knowledge.
"That's why Auntie wants to bring you there to see for yourself. Seeing is believing."
The puppy wagged his tail excitedly. Saishomaru, who had possessed the little puppy, frowned.
He wanted to see how this woman could make such a bold claim of "unifying the demon world", and how she could question his ideology.
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