In the studio, Reiko Asakawa stood in the middle, and seven people surrounded her, standing separately in a semicircle.

Under the lens, it happens to be all over the picture.

Kikyo is standing last on the right, and on the left are Camellia and Amano.

The ranking is a little subtle, and in the first place on the left-hand side, at this time, Narusuke Sakuno and the father and son of the infinite space-time.

It looks like the malicious intent of the program team.

As usual, after finishing a long opening sentence, Reiko Asakawa said to the camera: "Psychics are mysterious, ordinary people can't understand their mysteries, and now, the top psychics in Japan are gathered here to reveal their mysterious veil to the public." ”

"In the first five knockout rounds, we saw too many psychics, and we also saw fakes pretending to be ghosts, and after a row, although we saw all kinds of magical things, we still couldn't accurately recognize psychics, and the common sense of victory and defeat conditions recognized by the general public could not be applied to them, and after careful selection by professionals, we selected the top seven in Japan."

"Only those who are also psychics can understand psychic, and we and other ordinary people cannot judge the strength of victory or defeat at will."

"There is no doubt that all of you standing here, every single one of you is strong, very strong."

Five?

Kikyo raised his eyebrows in surprise, obviously he only participated in four games...

Is the fifth scene of the short film also counted?

"However, the sword has no eyes, the fighting style is ruthless, and we have abandoned the format of dividing the winner from the duel and left the decision to the players."

"Therefore, the program team took the lead in coming up with two questions, the contestants each came up with a question, and the audience outside the venue voted for a question (you think of a question, but I can't think of it myself), a total of ten questions, each question is recorded as ten points, and each question is assigned to the score according to the performance contribution, and the scores are sorted from high to low, the last four are eliminated, and the top three are the champions, runners-up and third runners-up.

What about Wendou...

If the contestant asks the question...

Thinking of this, Kikyo looked at the other six.

Seven people grabbed a total of 100 points...

There is a specialization in the art industry, so it is difficult to say whether the winner will be defeated.

It's not just the layman who has a hard time.

There is no doubt that others will find problems in their own specializations.

"The question can't go beyond the scope of channeling, above! The first Psychic Tournament has officially begun! ”

"Who is the champion of the first session, the strongest psychic on the earth, stay tuned!"

The camera is turned off.

Reiko Asakawa let out a big breath of relaxation, the professional smile on her face disappeared, and when she turned her head, the expression on her face froze when she was about to make a notice.

The smell of gunpowder...

"Masters, please move to the scene of the first question..."

Reiko Asakawa said weakly.

Kikyo turned his head, smiled at the host's sister, and left the scene.

The confrontation between the seven disappeared, and everyone left the scene.

Walking on the passage, at this time, Amano caught up with Kikyo, and by his side, whispered, "Kikyo-sama, please be ready to be broken the myth..."

Kikyo tilted his head and didn't say anything superfluous, just smiled, "Let's say this kind of thing again." ”

"Then we'll see," Amano said, and walked away quickly.

"This kid's temperament is really hot..."Camellia walked closer, smiled and said, "What about your family's Shikigami..."

"So what about you, what are your plans?" Kikyo asked, Shikijin works at the shrine, and even the very idle Yellow Spring didn't bring it.

"The champion is divided among the shrine maidens." Camellia predicted the outcome of the match and said, "Unless you want to let go of the water, but this is not your style, and you are more obsessed with winning than everyone else here when it comes to winning or losing..."

"Maybe..."Kikyo said ambiguously, not denying his competitiveness.

Camellia laughed and said casually: "You once taught me that the end of failure is death, and no matter what, the pursuit of victory is unscrupulous..."

"I don't think I'd say anything like that." Kikyo said.

"yes, maybe I misunderstood." Camellia said: "The end of failure is death, victory or defeat is life and death, if you don't want to die, you have to win, keep winning, this is the fate of being here, we wait, I have always understood it this way, you also teach it like this, it's very strange, obviously there is another attitude towards Ling, what do you think is the problem here?" ”

Kikyo didn't answer, and said to himself with Camellia: "Probably it's my own reason, no matter what, you did the right thing, that's why I am now..."

"So, you're hating me?" Kikyo asked.

"No, not at all...", said Camellia, "I feel the happiest time when I practice, because your eyes are always on me, and you never leave..."

The line of sight is hazy, and the water is shining looking at the bellflower.

Kikyo tilts his head away from the way.

This kid is badly taught...

Kikyo headache.

It's not that I don't understand my mind, but I can't respond at all.

"There must be a reason, your special attitude towards me..."Camellia smiled, "I have the confidence to let you remember me forever, so, just wait, my performance..."

"I won't admit defeat in this victory, unless, I'm dead..."

There was something to say, but Kikyo was silent and didn't answer.

This child, Kikyo never knew how to deal with it.

She is her disciple, and with such a relationship, avoiding it will not solve the problem.

Without waiting for Kikyo to think about it, the camellia that was ordered to stop left with a smile.

Came to the hall on the first floor of the TV station, first of all, Kikyo picked up Ling, took her little hand, and was arranged into a special car at the suggestion of the staff.

After a while, the competitor in the same car opened the door.

Narusuke Sashino got into the car and sat next to Kikyo with a decrepit face.

Kikyo looked at Ah Ming strangely.

When I was in the studio before, Kikyo found out about this guy's current situation.

It's miserable.

At this time, the driver ignited and prepared to start.

Kikyo hurriedly said loudly: "Master, please be careful and open slowly." ”

"Yes, Miko-sama." Although it was very strange to ask for this, I didn't care, and the driver answered normally.

And Ah Ming's face was a little weird, looking at the bellflower, after rubbing his hands in embarrassment, he said apologetically: "I'm really sorry to bother you, Lord Kikyo." ”

After looking at the camera in the car, Kikyo turned to Ah Ming and smiled, "You're welcome, Mr. Tsuno. ”

"Teacher, haven't you eaten in many days?" Ling, who was sitting on Kikyo's lap, looked at Ah Ming and asked innocently.

Ah Ming's face was bitter, nodded heavily, and said, "Yes, I haven't eaten normally for many days." ”

It's not long, and it's only the fourth day today, and I'm still hungry and not dying, but fortunately, I drink water and drink it full.

Ah Ming's face was sallow, his cheeks were deep, and there were serious black circles, he looked like he had been cultivating immortals for a long time, and his face was full of exhaustion and sadness.

It's very simple, Kikyo rolled his eyes and looked at Ah Ming's thighs.

At this time, a sloppy and poor little old man, clasped his nostrils, sat cross-legged on Ah Ming's lap.

The picture is beautiful...

Kikyo took Ling and subtly distanced herself.

Funny Ling, looked at Ah Ming sympathetically, reached out and took out the snacks she was carrying, looked at Ah Ming with big shining eyes, handed it out, and said crisply cutely: "Eat, it's delicious..."

Ah Ming's eyes were red, and he looked moved.

And the bellflower looked at the poor god and said, "This, give face, for Xiaofu's sake." ”

The little old man glanced at the bellflower, snorted in his nostrils, and said, "Lord Xiaofu? No one will be given face! This kid is dead! I want to run after beating me! No way! ”

The poor sour color on Ah Ming's face became even stronger.

Kikyo showed a helpless look and said, "Mr. Tsuno, come on, persistence is victory." ”

Kikyo reminded vaguely.

The poor gods are no better than other gods, and there are thousands of them in addition to one and them, and killing them means making a mortal enmity, waiting for thousands of poor gods to come to the door, and they will be annoyed to death directly.

The solution is very simple, stick to it, than patience and bottom strength, and when this guy gets tired of it, he will naturally leave.

Of course, there are simpler ones, come and kill one by one, come and kill one pair, and hit them until they are all scared, and it will be fine.

It's not a peerless devil, there's no need for a reason, Kikyo won't do such a thing.

Ah Ming took the food handed by Ling, and ate silently with a handful of tears, and the sadness on his face became even stronger.

"Mr. Tsuno, be happy, the more unhappy he is, the happier he is..."

When the words came out, the little old man looked unhappy.

Ah Ming glanced at the bellflower gratefully, and said thoughtfully: "Thank you, Lord bellflower, I know." ”

Kikyo smiled and nodded.