Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Only the night wind blew across the armor, making a slight clanging sound.

At the end of the Tianping, on the Cloud Palace throne that symbolizes supreme authority—

A figure is already waiting.

Fairy Lingyue.

Since the death of the World Dog General, she has taken control of the power of the Western Kingdom, held up the banner of the dog demon, and became the queen that all demons bow to.

At this moment, he was wearing a simple yet majestic purple-red twelve-piece robe, with the layered sleeves hanging down like solidified sunset.

The silver hair flows like moonlight, without any embellishment, making her look even more cold and aloof.

The eyes that had reflected countless ups and downs and were as refined as the ancient jade in a cold pond were looking over the platform towards the figure walking out from the depths of the surging sea of ​​clouds.

Deep in her eyes, there is an undisguised scrutiny, as well as a needle-sharp inquiry that is perfectly concealed beneath her grace.

The leader came walking on the clouds, with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, and his aura was as majestic as the deep sea and the towering mountains.

It was the one with the same name as her deceased husband, but with fairer skin, who tore through the barriers of time and space and came from another time and space—

Fighting tooth king!

Behind him, the clouds dissipated slightly, revealing the figures following closely, a younger "self" and "young son".

When seeing this scene, the dog guards standing solemnly on both sides of the jade steps, like iron statues, their bodies that had stood firm through hundreds of battles, could not help but tense up!

Beneath the black iron visor, a pair of sharp demonic eyes suddenly shrank, with unspeakable shock surging in the depths of the pupils, and they locked their eyes firmly on the alien visitor who was approaching step by step!

Everyone landed on the terrace, Douya looked ahead—

If the Ling Yue he was familiar with was a young woman in her prime, full of beauty and charm.

Then the one sitting on the Yunque throne at this moment is an extraordinary young woman with the accumulation of years and inherent majesty!

That demeanor, which has weathered many hardships but is still more graceful, is like a ripe fruit, exuding a more mellow and oppressive charm.

As soon as Douya's sight touched that figure, he was pulled by an invisible thread, but he cut it off in an instant.

He restrained all admiring gazes, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, with a straight posture.

Douya was very clear that if his wife noticed that he was comparing...

Tsk, that jealous noise, I'm afraid he will be haunted by his sharp tongue for a while.

"Everyone who comes from afar is a guest."

The mature woman Ling Yue raised her hand, her movements elegant and casual, "Everyone, please take a seat."

Before he finished speaking, the maids standing on both sides, dressed in simple and elegant palace costumes, immediately arranged the seats. Dou Ya and others naturally followed the host's wishes.

After all the attendants had left, the mature woman Ling Yue's eyes were distracted for a moment when they saw the face that was exactly the same as her late husband's, but even more handsome and majestic.

The figure who was once equally heroic and awe-inspiring—her dog general—seemed to briefly overlap with the person in front of her.

However, this trance only lasted for a moment.

Those eyes had returned to their usual calmness and clarity, as if the ripples just now had never appeared.

"When Seshomaru brought me news, I didn't believe it at first. I thought it was just some low-class little monster causing trouble again."

An almost inaudible sigh, like an autumn leaf falling into a cold pond, escaped from her lips.

"Now that I've seen it with my own eyes..." Her voice remained cold, yet it carried a hint of indescribable weariness and understanding, as if it had pierced through the passage of time. "I now know that what the child said... was truly true."

Dou Ya looked solemn when he heard this.

He picked up the wine jar filled with amber nectar in front of him and toasted it to the mature woman Ling Yue.

"True is true, false is false."

His voice was low and powerful, like the impact of a rock. "This glass of wine—"

Dou Ya raised his arm slightly, and the wine rippled in the moonlight. His eyes penetrated the barriers of space, and he spoke solemnly with respect that transcended time and space.

"A tribute to the 'Fighting Fang King' who once stood shoulder to shoulder with you and now rests in peace! May his heroic spirit rest in peace!"

He turned his wrist slightly and tilted the cup slightly, as if to sprinkle the first ray of respect into the void, to commemorate the deceased hero.

Then, he withdrew his arm steadily, facing Ling Yue with the rim of the cup, his eyes burning with deeper emotion.

"Second toast to you!"

Death is the first heavy topic, and it is an admirable virtue for the living to take over the banner of the dead.

Moreover, he has been sitting in the majestic yet lonely Yunding Palace for decades, which is something that ordinary men do not have.

If it were the women that Dou Ya knew, I'm afraid all the women in Tiangong would have become Yinpa.

"Say 'thank you for your hard work' for him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dou Ya raised his head and drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp.

The mature woman Ling Yue's breathing trembled slightly.

Her eyes reflected the man's majestic figure, drinking heartily from his glass, and an irrepressible throbbing arose in her heart.

Like an undercurrent beneath the ice awakened by the spring breeze, it quietly surged in the depths of her heart that had been silent for many years!

That gaze, almost penetrating the barriers of scrutiny, was tinged with a more complex warmth that even she herself had not anticipated...

She subconsciously raised her jade arm, and the amber nectar in the cup rippled gently with her movements, as if she was about to follow that inexplicable pull and drink with her "husband" from another world below.

"What a pity..."

A clear sound like the collision of broken ice, with a hint of just the right amount of resentment and regret, suddenly broke into this delicate atmosphere!

"If your Dou Ya King... were still alive..." the young woman Ling Yue sighed softly, and every word seemed to have a hook.

"At this moment, you and I, he and him, Seshomaru and Seshomaru, drinking together under the moon on top of the clouds, what a... fascinating scene it must be."

These seemingly sentimental words, when heard by the "Ling Yue", had a hidden meaning as clear as thunder.

The mature woman Ling Yue's arm, which was holding the glass, paused slightly in the air.

Her eyes, which were more mature with time, instantly swept across the pretty face of the young woman Ling Yue, which was full of "innocent" regret but actually concealed a sharp edge. A trace of understanding and... barely perceptible sarcasm flashed across her eyes.

(Heh... little girl, with your limited skills, you dare to play tricks in front of your sister?)

She sneered in her heart but remained expressionless.

The jade arm that had paused slightly did not retract, but instead raised the wine glass again in the direction of Dou Ya with a more calm and elegant posture, as if the obstacle just now had never existed.

"It's hard work, needless to say. It's all my responsibility."

Then, the mature woman Ling Yue's eyes moved, with a kind of laziness and playfulness that showed her insight into the world, and she looked at Cui Zi beside Dou Ya.

And sitting beside him, the delicate and graceful Abi and young Seshomaru.

Her red lips curled up in a meaningful arc, and her cold voice was filled with undisguised ridicule.

"It seems..."

She trailed off with a slight rise in her voice, like a feather scratching her head. "Whether it's your 'Fighting Fang' or my deceased 'General,' their romantic nature of 'lusting after delicate flowers and beauties, and sowing seeds of affection everywhere'... they're truly identical, passed down from the same lineage!"

When the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Young woman Ling Yue, "..."

Cuizi, "..."

Dou Ya, “…”

Why do these two people like to bring up things that are not related to the topic? They are both women who deserve to be punished.

Cui Zi sat upright at the table, not showing any embarrassment at all because of the jokes that directly pointed out Dou Ya's "romantic nature" and even implicitly accused a third party.

Instead, he looked at the two people with great interest - the fact that individuals from different time and space could sit opposite each other was a wonder beyond common sense.

"Yes."

The young woman Ling Yue immediately nodded in agreement, her voice clear and crisp, as if she agreed deeply with what the mature woman Ling Yue said.

Then, she suddenly changed the subject!

Chapter 239 General's Skeleton

The young woman Ling Yue raised her slender jade fingers and gently stroked her smooth jade cheek with a somewhat endearing gesture.

Her dark eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her red lips were slightly pouted, and she looked distressed.

"That's true, but." The young woman Ling Yue's eyes seemed to unintentionally sweep over her husband who was sitting upright and trying to reduce his presence.

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder... Is it that the more one's strength reaches its peak, the more they become prone to lusting after delicate flowers and being affectionate everywhere..."

"Instead, it's like weeds in spring, growing ever more vigorously, and there's no way to stop it."

This statement seemed to be following the words of the mature woman Ling Yue, but in fact it was a precise finishing move and secretly pointed at Dou Ya's "distress", like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil!

Upon hearing this, the mature woman Ling Yue's movement of raising her glass to drink froze for a moment almost imperceptibly.

Deep within the golden eyes, a complex light surged violently—

There are helpless memories of her deceased husband's romantic past, a fleeting sadness for her own long and lonely years, and even...

There is also the subtle pain of being pricked by the sharp edge of the "younger self" in front of me.

It is better to be a playboy than to be buried in the underworld!

However, this surging emotion instantly returned to the calmness of a deep pool.

The mature woman Ling Yue did not respond, and did not even look at the young woman Ling Yue's pretty face which was full of "distress".

She gracefully brought the glass to her lips and took a sip, her movements unhurried.

When he put down the wine glass, his cold eyes blinked slightly, as if the confrontation that was full of hidden meaning had never happened.

"Speak of it."

The mature woman Ling Yue's voice returned to its usual calmness and aloofness, with a hint of just the right gentleness, as if gently turning the sail of the topic in the right direction.

"Can your world travel freely with this side?"

Upon hearing this, the young woman Ling Yue looked at Dou Ya, and a thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

To put it in a broader sense, this sentence is asking Douya's attitude towards this world.