Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

I said, I need to leave you for a while.

"I will go and collect stories, gather all the ghost tales, and become the true master of all tales!"

"I want to become stronger."

"Instead of hiding behind you in everything!"

Yuan Qingya opened her mouth in surprise, then shook her head, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"You just need to take care of things in the city. As for the fighting and killing, I'll handle it."

"I'm a person who values ​​clear distinctions between gratitude and resentment. You've helped me so much, of course I'll protect you!"

"Today was an accident. It was my negligence in ensuring your safety. I'm sorry, I will be more careful in the future."

Before he could finish speaking, Qingxingdeng interrupted him, somewhat annoyed.

"That's not what I said!"

"Yuan Qingya, you may like women who always hide behind you, like Xing, but I am not that kind of person!"

"I don't want to hide behind you and watch you fight your battle while all I can do is shed tears!"

"That was torture for me!"

The nails dug deep into the soft palm, the stinging sensation unable to suppress the complex emotions of anger, guilt, and regret swirling within.

But seeing the unprecedented panic on Yuan Qingya's face, she finally softened her tone.

"I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood, I shouldn't have yelled at you."

“I’m so touched that you’re willing to die for me. I know you care about me.”

"But you can't die for me every time."

"You may be willing, but I'm not! Do you know how heartbroken I was just now, watching your body being pierced through?!"

"I'm not just someone who can hide behind you; I can become stronger."

"The art of compiling the Hundred Tales is innate in my mind, which can be considered a unique advantage. If I put my heart into it, the results will definitely not disappoint me."

"The affairs in the city and Musashi Province are on the right track. As long as we proceed step by step, there will be no problems."

"After a year of development, your territory is free from internal troubles, but you must be careful of external threats. The eight kingdoms of Kanto and the other seven are all eyeing you covetously."

"I'm only temporarily going out to travel, to seek out strange tales, to elevate and solidify my demonic power, to find the path to godhood, and to see if there's a way to become a deity."

"As a demon, I am always coveted and suppressed by those Onmyoji,"

"I will return."

After saying that, Qingxingdeng took a step back, looked directly at Yuan Qingya, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

She smiled, looking at this man who had never disappointed her, her eyes filled with longing and reluctance, wishing she could crush him into a pool of misty autumn water.

She didn't want to leave.

Being by Yuan Qingya's side gave her a very solid sense of security. He never looked at her with strange, disgusted, or disdainful eyes. Even when it was an important decision, he would confidently entrust it to her to make. She loved books, so he set aside several rooms in his castle tower as her private library. When she was engrossed in handling government affairs late into the night, she could look up and see him reading a book on military strategy next to her. He knew he couldn't help her, but he would stay with her until dawn.

The past events, like gentle rain, nourish my heart.

Sometimes, Aoandon would uncontrollably think, "Maybe I'll never meet someone who's this good to me again."

Or is he truly a treasure bestowed upon me by God, a story I am destined to write in this lifetime?

Perhaps, given time and space, one day, at some point, things will fall into place, and she will truly and willingly become his wife, planning for his future, defending against foreign enemies, attending to his every need, her heart completely devoted to him.

But now, she has to leave.

The awakening of the Lord of a Hundred Tales requires wandering and searching, broadening one's horizons, and writing more stories based on personal experiences.

Sniffing and touching the corner of her eye, the delicate hand of the young girl gently covered half of Yuan Qingya's blood-stained face.

“Yuan Qingya, if you are willing to die for me, I am willing to live the rest of my life for you.”

"When I return, I will never let you be in such a dangerous situation again."

"I swear"

"The Blue Lantern Festival stands beside you, not behind you."

The girl's words were firm and resolute. Yuan Qingya wanted to speak several times, but in the end, she forced herself to swallow her words.

He had no reason to refute her, nor any excuse to leave her behind.

It's no exaggeration to say that the monster girl in front of him is the person with the most similar way of thinking that Yuan Qingya found after he transmigrated.

Her thinking was somewhat ahead of its time, and it inexplicably resonated with some of Yuan Qingya's ideas.

Since finding this treasure girl, Yuan Qingya's favorite things to do, besides practicing swordsmanship, have become chatting with his chief steward.

I was met with her impatient, sharp-tongued remarks, her merciless criticisms, her insincere complaints, and her subtle attempts at coquetry. Finally, I saw her serious profile as she focused intently on her work.

These things always bring him joy.

Now that I think about it, it's when you can't help but smile when you see a girl.

This might be it.

You like it, right?

Yuan Qingya lowered her head, not daring to look at Qing Xingdeng's face, and said in a muffled voice, "Then I'll send someone to protect you, or I can simply go with you."

He tried to persuade him to stay, but his tone was weak.

"Forget it, you don't want your territory and people anymore?"

As expected, I was rejected.

"But it's dangerous for you to be alone! Look at today, these Onmyoji are targeting you. There are countless people like them out there. What if something happens to you!"

Yuan Qingya's words already carried a hint of anger.

Aoandon neither flinched nor dodged, but stared at Yuan Qingya, her words like knives, as if she wanted to shatter all the lingering affection in her heart.

"That means I'm just unlucky and have little fortune. Let's meet again in the next life."

I don't want to see you again in the next life!

Yuan Qingya blurted out the words almost without thinking. Her brows furrowed, and she suddenly looked up, which aggravated her wound, causing her to cough violently a few more times.

Aoandon quickly supported him, stabilizing his exhausted body, and spoke softly with her eyes half-closed.

"Oh~ You hate me that much, don't you want to see me again in your next life?"

You know that's not what I meant.

Yuan Qingya shook her head somewhat sadly, knowing full well that it was a joke, but she had neither the energy nor the mood to joke.

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“These are chaotic times. Over the past year, there have been more and more signs of ghosts and spirits causing trouble, and the situation has become increasingly serious. In Musashi Province alone, you have to deal with monsters that seem to appear out of nowhere every few days. You're so exhausted that you complain to me every day. Have you forgotten all about that?”

"It will get even more dangerous in the future."

"Aside from yokai, Minamoto no Yorimitsu of Heian-kyo is your mortal enemy. Now you've also offended the Kamo family, an Onmyoji family that controls the Bureau of Onmyōryō. Kiyō, you have far more enemies than friends."

"Your future path will surely be full of thorns."

"I hope I'm the one who helps you overcome obstacles, rather than making you carry me on your back and struggle along this difficult path."

"If that's the case, I'd rather die than see it anymore. I'd be better off not seeing it."

She paused, and the white-haired demon girl's eyes narrowed, revealing a final tenderness.

"Yuan Qingya."

"Don't look like you've been abandoned. I'm just leaving temporarily."

Just pretend I went to town to buy books, like I always do.

See you later~

Yuan Qingya felt dizzy, but his physical injuries were not bad. However, Qingxingdeng's sudden farewell made him feel even more sad.

He forced himself to stay alert, gave Aoandon a deep look, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Finally, he sighed and relented.

"Okay. If this is what you want, then so be it."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"Of course you have to wait for me."

With just that one sentence, the girl smiled slightly, turned around with a flick of her sleeve, her back view was elegant and resolute, and the sound of her footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

However, from the side that Yuan Qingya couldn't see, tears streamed down her face like a continuous stream of jade beads.

This departure may be our final farewell, a separation of life and death.

She might die somewhere, and he might not live to see her return.

but.

As intelligent as she is, she can clearly distinguish between interests and consequences.

Either die a quick and painless death, let him slowly forget himself, and don't become a burden.

Either become the true Lord of a Hundred Tales, and support him when he is about to fall next time.

There is no other option.

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The choice of the Lord of a Hundred Tales.

The pale blue kimono made the white-haired girl look like a cloud drifting towards the horizon.

Yuan Qingya just stared blankly at her, then slowly bent down.

I always feel a void in my heart, as if something is missing.

Upon seeing this scene, Yuan Zhengya rushed over, helped her younger brother up, gestured towards the distance with her eyes, and asked with some confusion, "What happened? Are you sure you don't want her to go back to the city alone?"

Yuan Qingya shook his head with a distorted expression, without replying. After taking a deep breath, his eyes suddenly shifted, staring at the White Tiger Spirit that he had pierced with his sword and was now stuck in the ground.

"I'm in a bad mood right now. I'll give you two choices."

"Either stay here with me, guard my house, and catch mice."