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"As long as I live..."

Countless crimson blood oozed out of the young man's body...

"Don't allow anyone to hurt love!"

"Give me back my love!"

Kara!

The nature of the human world and the afterlife has been reversed.

The abyss belonging to the other world is twisted into the human world.

In front of the wreckage of Fujiwara no Miyabi's Daigokuden, still burning in flames.

The young man and the girl hugged each other and returned to the world.

Both of them were covered in dark red blood.

The blood in Shang Yang and Ai's bodies merged together, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other.

Ai hugged Shang Yang contentedly and gently closed her blood-red eyes.

It seems like it intends to never let go.

"Cough...cough..."

The damage to his internal organs caused the young man with black hair to cough up blood continuously, which fell on the black-haired girl's dirty white clothes.

The young man hugged the girl he loved deeply.

His hands found Ai's bare back.

The girl's once smooth back was now covered with scars, some deep, some shallow, and clotted with blood...

Those were the marks left behind after the girl was brutally tortured before she was killed.

Shang Yang's heart was broken with heartache...

Shang Yang hugged Ai Jiao's petite body tightly and apologized to the girl in a tone filled with the greatest apology he had ever felt in his life.

"I'm sorry, love, I didn't protect you..."

"……Um."

Hugging her beloved sweetheart, Love whispered back with unusual satisfaction.

"forgive you."

……

"...Shangyang?"

"Ok?"

"When you first found me, you didn't see me in your eyes."

"...but it's Miss Enma Ai, right?"

"...Have you seen her?"

"Well, she helped me, but in exchange for that, her future is completely gone. 〧袂? Chat Device II⒊》! Lin Sijiu Qi (Three? Death?)."

"Now, she's here."

"So, Shang Yang..."

There was a hint of mischievous shyness in Ai's satisfied voice.

"Please be twice as nice to me every day from now on."

"Including Miss Yanma Ai's share."

In an instant, from the shy tone of the black-haired girl, the young man with black hair indeed heard the voice of another "girl".

His heart was also filled with a sense of satisfaction and contentment, and the young man hugged the girl's petite and thin body tightly.

"……Um."

PS1: For some reason yesterday's scheduled post became a draft again. The Hedgehog Cat client is amazing, so today I just combined it with the two chapters of the ending and posted it.

PS2: After revising it several times, I finally finished the final candy distribution. Well, double the love, double the happiness. (Hey)

PS3: Ahem, the above is a joke. They are the same person with the same personality. At most, the current love has gained the memories of another future love.

PS4: So I took a day off and then posted the old article with some minor revisions.

PS5: Please hurry up with the monthly ticket rewards. Can we have a reward of 50,000 cat cookies (explicitly)? This way, we can use the treasure chest opening opportunity to attract old readers back (I think so?). It seems that most old readers haven't noticed the resumption yet.

Volume 2: The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter: Chapter 39: First Kiss

[From this chapter until the Inuyasha volume, the uploaded chapters are slightly modified chapters from five years ago. Please forgive the lack of writing skills for new readers. I will do my best to modify it to a readable level.]

Fujiwara-kyo is still burning.

In this era without good firefighting conditions, it was common for fires to last for several days.

Dawn arrived, and the sun's rays enveloped Fujiwara-kyo again. Thick white smoke rose above the city, and flames were still faintly visible in many places. Fortunately, there was no wind last night, otherwise, the wind would have fanned the flames, and the fire would have intensified the wind, and nothing would have been left in the entire Fujiwara-kyo.

Standing high on Mount Yoshino, Shang Yang, boredly chomping on a piece of foxtail grass, gazed at Fujiwara-kyo in the distance. With his keen eyesight, he could even see that many of the common people living in the city had already brought in wood and bricks from outside and had begun rebuilding their houses. While the fire last night had seemed large, it hadn't caused any significant casualties. The common people's houses held little valuables. Instead, many nobles, eager to reclaim valuables, repeatedly stormed the blaze, resulting in considerable casualties. Some greedy nobles, too busy gathering valuables and unable to escape, were burned to death within their residences.

"That's it for now."

Shang Yang sighed. Fujiwara-kyo was not suitable to be the capital of the Yamato court. It had begun to decline over the past few decades. Coupled with the fire, the nobles and common people who supported the foundation of Fujiwara-kyo had lost the desire to rebuild it.

The terrain of Fujiwara-kyo was too small, not only unable to meet the needs of increasingly frequent exchanges with the Tang Dynasty, but also unable to adapt to the growing population.

Shang Yang saw that the fortunes of the Fujiwara-kyo land had begun to shift. The infernal aura seeping from the surface was rising, and the South Gate was enveloped in a sinister, corrupt atmosphere. Here, the mortal realm and the netherworld would merge, forming a unique path called Yomi Hirasaka. In twenty years at most, this place would no longer be suitable for human habitation, becoming a lair for demons and monsters.

"A city full of ghosts and monsters isn't bad..."

Shang Yang thought that was a pretty good thing.

Turning sideways, Shang Yang's gaze shifted to Ai, who was sitting on the hillside with her knees hugged not far away.

Her long black hair fluttered in the mountain breeze, her blood-red eyes were paired with a black sailor suit that went below the knees.

Since last night, love has chosen this outfit.

It seems that he really likes this outfit in his future memory.

Ai hugged her knees and sat quietly on the hillside, her blood-red eyes fixed on the ruins of Fujiwara Palace that she had burned to ashes.

"Love, what's wrong?"

Shang Yang walked over to Ai, sat down, and asked with concern.

Ai shook her head gently, with a hint of loneliness in her blood-red eyes.

"The things Shang Yang gave me..."

Shang Yang didn't care much when he heard this. The cotton shoes, clothes and the copy of "Journey to the West" that he had given to Ai were all burned in the fire. The small cypress palace where Ai originally lived also collapsed completely and became a ruin.

"If love feels regretful, I will go find another one."

Shang Yang comforted the girl who felt quite sorry for her.

Ai still shook her head gently.

“…It has a different meaning.”

For Ai, her fourteen-year career in the palace was full of ups and downs. Only in the last month or so, after meeting Shang Yang, did Ai truly feel what it was like to be cared for by others.

Those more than forty days were placed in the deepest part of my heart by love and were love’s precious treasures.

After all, the human girl who had lived in Fujiwara Palace for fourteen years was dead. Although Ai did not dwell on this matter, for her, it was not just the cotton shoes, clothes and "Journey to the West". Everything in that small palace, which witnessed everything in this month, were treasures that Ai wanted to collect forever.

Since last night, after Shang Yang rescued Ai from hell, the two of them sat on Mount Yoshino all night. Neither of them felt sleepy, and the cold wind on the mountain at night did not cause any discomfort to them.

Shang Yang and Ai told each other everything that happened when the other was not around.

Shang Yang explained to Ai in detail her fate and the cause and effect of history, and apologized to her again for his negligence that caused Ai to suffer unimaginable torture.

Ai forgave Shang Yang very straightforwardly, but she put forward a condition, that is, if there is a similar thing in the future, he must explain it to her in person.

Seeing Shang Yang nod happily, Ai began to tell him about his experiences in the past few days.

Listening to Ai's calm voice describing how frightened and desperate she was when she saw Shang Yang's heart, how she felt when she was tortured and put on death row, how she felt heartbroken when she was wearing shackles and was on the verge of death, how she felt the pain of being dragged to the edge of the pit and having her heart pierced by a sword, and then how she felt the regret of being thrown into the deep pit and buried deep in the soil...

Although Shang Yang had already seen all of this under the cause and effect manipulation of the Lady God, but after hearing Ai say it again, Shang Yang felt that it would be better for him to go into Fujiwara-kyo again and kill his way in and out seven times.

Especially when he saw the scars of varying depths and blood scabs on Ai's arms, calves, and back, Shang Yang almost lost control of his magic power and went berserk.

Then, the young man did something that would make him proud for thousands of years.

Before the girl could react, the young man hugged her tightly and kissed her lips...

Love opened his eyes wide.

Then Ai closed her eyes and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Words can sometimes be very powerless. Shang Yang feels that at such times, kissing the beloved decisively and letting her know how much he loves her is the greatest comfort to her heart.

Although it is a bit tasteless to forcefully kiss a girl, don't worry about the details.

Their first kiss did not turn into a scene that needed to be censored. After their lips touched each other, they quickly separated.

After glaring at the smirking young man, the girl awkwardly turned her pretty face away and stopped looking at him.

[…You’ve become more capable, Master.]

In the young man's consciousness, Miss Lord God complained with a disgusted tone.

The young man rubbed his black hair, feeling a little guilty. He ignored the disgusted complaints of the Lady Goddess, but his eyes subconsciously fell on the girl's beautiful cherry lips.

That mesmerizing soft touch... cough!

After a few dry coughs, the young man finally brought his restless thoughts back to normal.

The young man was not anxious. He loved love, and love loved him back. But this was no reason to be anxious. He always believed that moderation was the most important virtue, and there was really no need to rush about time.

Young men and girls have almost eternal time, so it is never a bad thing to take it slow and accumulate and settle love over a long period of time.

[snort……]

Miss Lord God snorted somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"By the way, Miss Lord God, what's going on with Ai's current state?"

Thinking of another important question, Shang Yang asked the Lord Goddess.

Shang Yang used his Yin-Yang ability to observe the state of love, but after seeing it, Shang Yang was shocked in his worldview.

In the body of love, the realms of the living and the dead, the realms of the human world and the afterlife, the realms of resentful spirits and monsters—these different natures are all mixed together. Although messy, they do not interfere with each other, and there is even a tendency to merge together.

After love was buried, it was already dead, but love's body, or rather its remains, became a "dharma body" that was very suitable for a resentful spirit to possess due to love's powerful innate spiritual power. In other words, love's soul "possessed" its own body, and the realm of the living and the realm of the dead became blurred in love's body.

Then, Ai dug out her broken heart and stuffed Shang Yang's heart into her chest.

Shang Yang is Yuanshi Tian Yao, a demon race that manifested in the multiverse from the dream of Yuanshi Tianzun. It is almost identical to Yuanshi Tian Yao of Yuanshi Tianzun to some extent. Its demonic nature is incredibly powerful, and it can even turn everything into a demon.

The Heavenly Demon Heart parasitized in the body of love. After becoming the heart of love, it instinctively transformed the body and soul of love into a demon. However, because love was in a vague state between the realm of the living and the realm of the dead, the Heavenly Demon Heart did not understand whether the host was alive or dead. After becoming a demon, should it have a strong vitality and immortality, or a strong soul that is almost immortal like the undead monsters on the other side?

When the heart was dug out from Shang Yang's "body", Shang Yang did not yet have the ability to arbitrarily reverse the yin and yang, and the heart in the "body" was also in a state of unawakened ability, so this step was temporarily shelved by the Heavenly Demon Heart.

And then love fell into the dark abyss of hell, and the realm between the other side and the human world became confused.

Originally, with Shang Yang's ability of yin and yang, it was not particularly difficult to sort out the chaos of the realm of life and death. However, when the realms of the living and the dead, the realms of the human world and the afterlife, and the realms of vengeful spirits and monsters were mixed together, Shang Yang's yin and yang plus Yakumo Yukari's realm might not be able to solve the problem.

Therefore, the Heavenly Demon's Heart simply allowed the realms to become chaotic. It couldn't threaten the consciousness of love anyway, it was just a change in the nature of the body and soul. As a result, these realms began to penetrate and merge with each other. The principle was like different colors mixed together and then began to combine to produce new colors.

[The same is true for love. These realms merge in love, eventually generating a completely new realm suitable only for love.]

Finally, Miss Lord God ended her assertion with this sentence.

Shang Yang listened to most of it and basically understood the situation of love. He was not too worried about it. The new realm represented a certain degree of resistance to the old realm. Love would have a certain resistance to the rules of everything, which was a good thing.

[And it's not just good for love. To some extent, the new realm can be seen as the "creation" of rules. Carefully observing this process will greatly help the doctor master the power of the two elements.]

"Just observe carefully, huh..."

The young man ruffled his hair again in annoyance.

[…Why do I feel like you’ve got it all wrong again, Captain?]

The Lady Lord coldly complained to the young man who was ruffling his black hair and looking thoughtful.