On the river embankment, facing the cool river breeze, the sunset is gradually sinking, and the lonely boy who is quietly reading a book does not know what to think, but his handsome face is faintly sad.

Behind the beautiful girl, slowly approaching along the slope of the river embankment, the hair flying in the wind is elegant, the slender wrist is light, like a jade finger lightly twisted, a trace of hair on the side of the mouth, cherry lips lightly, like nervous, like uneasy, like shy, as if there is something to say in the heart...

The handsome boy had already sensed the girl's approaching breath, and couldn't help but sit up straight.

His face changed, and he was faintly nervous.

Quiet and picturesque silence...

Looking at the blood-red sunset.

Half-loud, the young man secretly sighed, with a resolute look on his face, mentioning the courage of a man, and sighed softly.

The tone is so mysterious and profound.

"It's a noisy day..."

As the boy and girl expected, the girl who was cheering in her heart sank her face, soft as water, staring at the sunset, lifting her hair, revealing a beautiful face, as if she was softly echoing sadness.

"But this wind... I'm crying..."

As if speechless, he fell silent again.

No one knows what they are thinking at this time, the young girl sits and stands, Yao looks at the sparkling red river, harmonious and natural, only the wind is still crying noisily...

Then, someone broke the air barrier that seemed to freeze on the embankment at this time.

It was a young warrior with a blonde hedgehog head.

Standing on the sidewalk of the riverbank with his hands in his pockets, handsome and chic, calm and calm, like a fearless soldier who has experienced a hundred battles, he said lightly.

"Let's go, Xiuze, this wind has brought some bad things to town."

Then, as if he had discovered a beautiful girl on the embankment, the brave warrior's face flushed with shyness.

The girl seemed to feel the evil aura, reached out, covered her chest in pain, and slowly bent down.

The young man, on the other hand, got up, as if sighing, as if sad, as if resolute, and finally lingered to look at the calm flowing river, turned away, and staggered past the girl, as if he was about to run to the battlefield, leaving words of farewell.

"Let's go, before the wind stops..."

The wind is still crying noisily, blowing the grass of the riverbank...

The soft and soothing sad music seems to be faintly wafting in the wind, and in the clearing of the deep mountains and forests, the girl and the boy face each other in the distance.

The wind became more and more restless and noisy, and rolled up the bright red leaves like blood...

Obviously surrounded by his companions, he was still a lonely young man, his long black hair was flying wildly in the wind, the cloak behind him was agitated with the wind, his right hand wrapped in the gloves of the star symbol was raised, and he clenched his fist violently in front of him, the faint firelight exploded, the corners of the young man's mouth were sharp and slightly raised, and his arrogant, cold and playful eyes looked at the group of witches opposite, the voice was not loud, but it was clearly accompanied by the hustle and bustle.

"I don't like this gust of wind..."

The shrine maidens on the opposite side raised their eyebrows in unison, but they didn't make a sound...

"The wind always robs ... The thing I cherish the most..."

"I'll let this gust of wind stop..."

"Someday..."

As the words fell, the wind suddenly stopped, as if it had never appeared.

This wind is too uncooperative!

It's going to stop now, and I can't wait until the day!

The host's young lady stood on the sidelines, the corners of her mouth twitched, looking at the two groups of people facing each other violently, she didn't know how to talk for a while, it was nothing else, and the subtle and dignified air pressed on her body like a boulder, making it difficult to breathe inexplicably. The photographers around me are working dutifully, and the camera is aimed at everyone.

King Macang raised his eyebrows, looked at the witch who stopped the romance opposite, the corners of his mouth curled, and he chuckled.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Do you want to say something yourself?

The wind will come back at any time, so there's no point in stopping.

It's better to do something practical and meaningful, such as half price potato chips in the supermarket next door.

It's not that Kikyo wants to spoil the scenery, and it doesn't matter if he changes to someone else, Ye Wang, an ignorant old and second old man, cooperates with him to play a wave, doesn't it aggravate his condition.

In the eyes of Kikyo, even the average male high school student outside is more clear and happy than King Macang Ye.

"Or are you ready to be my bride?" Although the tone of doubt is also a flirtatious tone, the fearless King of Macang Ye stepped on the thunder accurately.

The shrine maidens all turned unpleasant.

This is not Kikyo's business alone, Kikyo's reputation is related to the face of this collective.

Even if it wasn't like that, Camellia had already revealed murderous and murderous eyes, squinting at King Macang Ye.

In the face of repeated provocations, it is impossible to say anything if you don't fight back.

At this time, the sparse audience at the scene looked at King Macang Ye in surprise.

Who is this guy sacred?

In recent years, King Asakura has been active in foreign countries, and there are not many people in Japan who know his name.

Those who know are secretly looking forward to the next dragon fight.

At this time, the general audience camped by the stream without knowing anything, and at dusk near night, complaining about the ghost place in the mountains, and began to leave home in twos and threes with regret that they did not see the game.

The host, cameraman, and others were brought in by the shrine maidens.

As for the others, each has its own way, and among them, there are also rare young viewers who wander around in the mountains and are simply lucky.

And some people who didn't arrive at the first time are also coming one after another.

There are monks who wear masks and robes, and are more than two meters tall.

A strong, tall and glamorous nun with a bald head.

A fox in a high-end hunting suit, a fox-eyed smile, a smiling onmyoji.

A white-haired sword fairy with three babies to practice.

A cold and arrogant man in a big scalp coat.

An unknown person shrouded in a cloak.

A beautiful young man with blond hair in a wide cloak suit.

A burly man in a red uniform.

A handsome boy in the middle of the student uniform.

Red-haired unruly man.

Wait a minute.

They usually hide in the crowd, but now they leave the crowd and become extremely conspicuous when they get together.

In addition, there are still guys who hide their heads and show their tails, and the timid ones dare not show their faces.

Ordinary evil people do not dare to appear openly here.

The more decent people who thought they had no conflict with Kikyo were basically not present.

Kikyo just glanced at it, ignored their existence, and said to King Ye of Macang: "King Ye, you will die, if you appear in front of me..."

"It looks like you're almost fine, and you don't have the embarrassment of the first meeting." Ye Wang said, "Cuizi." ”

"Anyway, I don't think you'll listen." Kikyo is not going to correct the problem of salutation.

This kind of person will only recognize what he thinks is true, such as about names.

"So, let's stop the pointless chit-chatter and end the game early." Kikyo said, slowly stepping forward, and the mountain stream and waterfall in the distance beside him fell and splashed, rumbling.

"Pride as you've always been a leader, as I expected, then have a good time." When the words fell, King Macang Ye also slowly stepped forward.

Teams are decided in advance for each tournament and submitted to the organizer, as is the case with the rules of the tournament.

Kikyo raised his eyebrows, and the first to appear was King Ye, which was a little unexpected, but it was also expected.

However, it was Tsuiko who charged with the soil, not her Kikyo.

At this time, the host lady remembered her work.

“Ready...”

“GO！”

The blood-red remnant sun, tenaciously exuding the afterglow of the sunset, sprinkled all over the field.

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