"Thank you …" "Sun …" and "Porcelain" as a reward!
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"Boom!!"
Eight-cloud Ink, who was sent flying by Yukari's light bomb, smashed a deep hole in the ground and did not get up for a long time.
"Ah la, Mo 'er, don't play dead. I know how much strength I'm using!"
Yukari, who was holding a parasol and covering her face with a folding fan, squinted her eyes and looked at Eight-cloud Ink at the bottom of the hole.
"All the bones in your body are about to break, and you still call that knowing your limits …"
Eight-cloud Ink said this with difficulty, and his body began to emit a black mist.
It was the darkness from the five Elven King that he absorbed.
The mist was like a cocoon that surrounded Eight-cloud Ink, and then dissipated.
Then, Yakumo jumped out of the pit as if he had been possessed by Brother Chun, full of energy.
"Really, no matter how many times I see it, Mo 'er, the power of darkness in your body is terrifying."
Although she still had a carefree expression on her face, Yukari's voice was full of worry.
So far, the darkness had only been dormant in Eight-cloud Ink's body. Although it was continuously being transformed and increasing his strength, and nothing bad had happened, Yukari was still not completely at ease.
"By the way, there will be a banquet tonight, right?"
Eight-cloud Ink looked at the big hole that he smashed and said to Yukari beside him.
Yukari, who felt that Eight-cloud Ink's tone was a bit strange, narrowed her eyes.
"Hmm? What's wrong? Is there something strange? "
"If there's something strange …"
Eight-cloud Ink controlled the power of the realm to restore the chaotic battlefield. This was one of the training that Yukari gave him, to use the power in a variety of ways.
"… It's probably because of you, sister. There's nothing big going on recently, and the Bori Shrine is so poor that they can't even afford to eat, but it's very strange that they have a banquet every three days. "
"This is completely not in line with Red-White's lazy and greedy personality. Sister, don't you have anything to say? What are you hiding from me this time? "
"Ah!"
Purple closed the folding fan in her hand and gently knocked on Eight-cloud Ink's forehead.
"Isn't it good to be lively?"
"Is it really … just for fun?"
After restoring the surroundings to its original state, Eight-cloud Ink crossed its arms and looked at Yukari.
"Every time a banquet is held, there will be a strange demonic fog. Big Sister, that demonic fog should be some kind of ghost, right?"
Eight-cloud Ink, who had attended a few strange banquets before, had long noticed the lingering demonic fog in the banquets.
He didn't feel like a human, a demon, a god, a vampire, or anything else.
After eliminating all possibilities, there was only one possibility left, and that was a ghost.
"Speaking of which, the method of repelling and curing ghosts has been lost in Fantasy Village, so it's not impossible for ghosts to settle down, right?"
If something strange had settled in Fantasy Country, it was impossible for Violet not to know about it.
"Little Rascal!"
Zi rolled her eyes and said in amusement.
"You don't have to trick me like that, I'll tell you directly. Actually, it's just that one of our friends wants to hold banquets frequently for fun, so it's like this."
"Friend?"
"Yes, it's a ghost friend called Ibuki Suika. Although she looks like a child, she's very powerful!"
Speaking of Ibuki Suika, Violet suddenly blinked.
"Why don't we call her over to spar with Mo'er some other day? Those ghosts are very desperate when they fight! "
"Forget it!"
Hearing Yukari mention the Ghost Clan's Ibuki Suika, Yakumo immediately recalled something.
In her previous life, she vaguely saw some stories about Fantasy Village. Eight-cloud Ink only had one impression of this watermelon, no, Ibuki Suika, and that was that she was an alcoholic.
However, no matter how much of an alcoholic she was, Ibuki was still a ghost, and Eight-cloud Ink more or less knew about the strength of the representatives of the ghost race.
However, didn't the ghosts all live in the Old Hell?
Seeing Eight-cloud Ink firmly reject her plan to find Ibuki Suika to spar with her, Violet snorted in dissatisfaction.
"Really, people who aren't interesting aren't likable!"
"Could it be that this is the so-called 'interesting' in your heart, sister?!"
"Tsk …"
"Sister, did you 'tsk' just now? You definitely 'tsk' just now! "
"Bang!"
Violet directly hit Eight-cloud Ink's forehead with her folding fan.
"It seems that today's training isn't enough. How about I send Mo'er to Youzi's place to be her court teacher for a while? It's very hard for Demondream to be alone … "
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have disobeyed my great, wise, and forever young and beautiful sister! Only this, please don't! "
Eight-cloud Ink immediately bowed deeply to Violet, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
Along with the cold sweat, there was something called moral integrity.
If she was really sent to White Jade Tower to be a court teacher, Eight-cloud Ink believed that she would definitely be crippled by Youzi, who was both cute and evil at the same time …
"Then, about finding Ibuki Suika to spar with …"
"I'll listen to your orders, sister! Please teach me to your heart's content, sister! "
After hesitating for a while, Eight-cloud Ink gritted her teeth and accepted this matter.
[At worst, I'll just use the "Pain and Pleasure Realm" to turn all the pain into pleasure … Speaking of which, I won't turn into a masochist, right?]
Indistinctly, Violet seemed to see a black gas emitting from Eight-cloud Ink's body.
I'm the section break compared to that masochist's congratulatory message.
Soon, it was night time again.
Because there were banquets every three days recently, Ashina was a little tired of them, so she didn't accompany them this time.
Only Eight-cloud Ink, Yui, Orange, and Indigo came to attend the banquet.
As for Violet, well, Eight-cloud Ink didn't want to think about it anymore …
When the door of the shrine was pushed open, the strong smell of alcohol gushed out of the room, which made Eight-cloud Ink frown uncomfortably.
"Yo, the House of the Lost is also here!"
Seeing Eight-cloud Ink at the door, Marisa, who was enthusiastically drinking with a new face, shouted happily at first, then a series of question marks appeared above her head.
"I say, little brother from the Yakumo Family, why do you look like you're about to die? Are you going to die before me? "
Eight-cloud Ink, who pushed open the door, lowered his head, and his long hair covered his entire face.
He looked like a female version of Sadako.
"I'll still be alive even if you turn into ashes …"
Eight-cloud Ink, who was covered by his black hair, spoke in a low and hoarse voice, which was different from his usual voice that was full of strange charm.
"Ah, let me introduce you. This is Ibuki Suika from the Ghost Clan, and this is Seiyuki Yuuki! Speaking of which, the recent changes in the banquets were caused by Suika! That cloud of demonic fog is her! "
Marisa pointed at the two new faces and laughed.
It seemed that the changes this time had been resolved. Eight-cloud Ink glanced at the corner of the room and saw Ling Meng sitting there drinking with an unhappy expression.
Cui Xiang was a very cute little loli. However, this loli had a drunken look on her face.
Seiyuki Yuuki was a very sexy big sister with a long horn on her forehead.
"Oh! You're the little guy that Violet was talking about! "
Ibuki Suika, who had a wine gourd hanging on her waist, waddled over and directly stuffed a porcelain bowl into Eight-cloud Ink's hands.
"Come come come, let's drink a little wine and be friends! I understand Violet's request, I'll train you well tomorrow! "
Eight-cloud Ink took the sake that Suika handed over and swallowed his saliva.
Wine and whatnot, he really didn't like it …
Moreover, from tomorrow onwards, other than Violet, he would be trained by this ten-thousand-year-old loli …
Thinking of this, Eight-cloud Ink suddenly raised his head and poured the sake in his hand into his mouth.
Even if it was just sake, Eight-cloud Ink felt his stomach churn. A wave of heat rose from his body and his entire brain started to become muddle-headed.
"Awesome! From today onwards, we're friends! "
Seeing Eight-cloud Ink finish it in one gulp, Suika prepared to pour another bowl for Eight-cloud Ink.
However, just as Suika raised the wine gourd, Eight-cloud Ink had already fallen to the ground, unconscious from the alcohol.
"Just one bowl and he's already drunk?"
Seeing Eight-cloud Ink like this, Suika shook her head.
"It seems that other than strength, your alcohol tolerance needs to be improved as well ~ Come come come, you over there, come drink a little wine to calm yourself down ~ ~"
Eight-cloud Ink, who had fallen to the ground, had already turned into mosquito coils and his eyes were spinning in circles.
"Aha, ahahaha … Ashina, don't! And Big Sister! No! You can't! "
"Young Master Mo!!"
Seeing that Eight-cloud Ink was about to lose his moral integrity, Azura ran up in a panic and hugged him in his arms. Then, from an angle that no one could see, he gave Eight-cloud Ink a hard chop on the back of his neck.
"Young Master Mo! Are you okay, Young Master Mo!! "
Seeing that Eight-cloud Ink had completely fainted, Azura immediately "panicked" and shouted.
"Kacha!"
Wenwen, who was standing at the side, sharply captured this classic scene.
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