Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

There was a glimmer of ruthlessness in his eyes, and he leaned close to the other party and whispered, "When necessary, give priority to annihilating the living forces of the Zunxing Sect, and don't let any of them escape, and..."

"Leave it to me, master, and be careful and safe." The bald man in a suit touched his shiny head and said easily.

"Hikigaya-kun..." When Yeshan wanted to say something, Hachiman handed the P320 in his hand to him, as well as several magazines on his waist.

"Something happened to Shaxi. I suspect it was someone from the Zunxing Cult who did it. Before saving her, I have to go to the Crown Princess."

Without further ado, Hachiman handed the things to Ye Shan and gently pressed his shoulder: "Help me save the prince's life. This is very important. Please, Ye Shan."

After Ye Shan took the semi-automatic pistol, he said helplessly: "You are always like this, not letting people speak."

Hachiman chuckled twice, took out a spare gun from his waist, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Well, I wish you all good luck in fighting."

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"Go quickly, it is said that the Crown Princess is a stunning beauty, and the Crown Prince, who looks like a loser, has not enjoyed her yet. She is probably still a virgin, and there are no guards at Maple Courtyard..."

A low, impatient voice shouted, not all of them are fanatical believers, and Yasui Kotetsu lured these people to work for him, in addition to the large number of precious national treasures in the Imperial Palace, there are also beauties of noble status.

But these believers didn't have time to run to Qiuchan Villa...

Bang, bang, bang...

Three bullets took three lives. A silver light flashed in the darkness, and the believer who had been roaring just now was pinned to the ground, with a sharp dagger at his neck.

"Tell me, how many people rushed to the Crown Princess?"

"asshole...."

But before he could say anything, Hachiman cut off two of his fingers. The excruciating pain made this guy scream like a pig being slaughtered and sweat dripped down his face.

"You answer whatever I ask. If you say even one more word of nonsense, Jill will interrupt you."

"There are probably more than 20 or 20 of them, and the others are all blowing on the Imperial Garden." Seeing that this man was ruthless and quick in his attack, he immediately became intimidated.

"Where is Yasui Kotetsu?" Hachiman continued to ask.

"The deputy leader went to the palace hospital. I don't know anything else." The believer said in panic.

"Thank you." Hachiman thanked sincerely, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the tip of the knife with murderous intent pierced into the carotid artery in his neck. Blood spurted out immediately, and the blood accidentally splashed on Hachiman's face, which suddenly had a hint of the smell of an evil spirit.

The young man let go of the silent believer, changed the magazine and rushed into the quiet forest. He soon saw Qiuchan Villa, but the sporadic gunshots touched his heart.

He knew that the Bull Ghost was a good fighter, but his flesh body could not withstand bullets after all.

He put away his two swords, rushed into Qiuchan Villa with guns in both hands, and then he saw the real hell on earth.

The arm severed at the shoulder revealed white bones, staining the ground with dirty black blood. The half-split head hung on the armrest of the staircase corridor. The scattered internal organs attracted a few crows in the forest. A pungent smell of blood floated in the air, dyeing the originally white Zen temple the color of hell. Four or five corpses dressed as believers were scattered in the outer courtyard in a shapeless state, accompanied by several broken or broken Tang swords.

The young man whistled softly, but the killing was far from over.

Hachiman rushed into the corridor, the white gauze soaked with blood, revealing a festive bright red color, and corpses of believers with incomplete limbs kept falling in front of him.

From a distance, from the Buddhist room, he heard screams and unrhythmic gunfire.

The entire Qiuchan yard seemed to have been crushed by some monster and was soaked in blood.

When he got close to the Buddhist room, he saw a man who looked like a believer retreating and waiting. When he was about to raise his gun, a sharp blade popped out from the room, and a bright red glow flowed under the silver moon. The next moment, the man's head was split in half. The silver moon blade used the power of a mountain axe, splitting the man in half, and countless blood washed the wooden boards of the corridor.

“Ahhhh, are there any more customers? This is really…troubling!”

It can be said that she was troubled, but the woman in plain robe and with bean-browed eyebrows came out, her body stained with blood, her eyes reflected in the water were as red as blood, and the corners of her mouth were raised in an exaggerated arc. She was smiling, and her smile was very gentle, just like the legendary woman with the slit mouth.

Oh no, Hachiman thought to himself. He was wearing a veil covering the lower half of his face, and in such a dim view, this murderous woman...

As expected, while saying that he was troubled, the cow ghost suddenly rushed forward with a knife in his hand, not affected at all by the blood-soaked floor, and several afterimages flashed by.

Shit, this is just an Inch Step. Before I could even aim, the Tang sword came chopping towards my head.

It was as if she was telling him that a pistol was far less useful than the knife in her hand within a distance of three meters.

"Tsk..." The young man, whose dynamic vision could barely keep up, had no choice but to use his pistol to block the blade, which then slipped out of his hand in an instant, and the P320 was instantly knocked away. The next moment, he drew out the two swords from his belt to meet the Tang sword that was still gaining momentum. His palms were trembling, and his whole body seemed to be forced to sink, and he half-knelt on the ground.

"Hachizandao? Hachiman-kun, why is it you?"

His Highness Minamoto no Raikou's eyes suddenly became clear, but there was a hint of regret in his tone.

"You're not having enough fun here, are you?"

Hachiman took off his mask and couldn't help but complain. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back. The force of Minamoto no Raikou's sword just now was much greater than the previous time he fought with him. It made him feel like he was being crushed by a bulldozer.

Minamoto no Raikou casually wiped the blood off the Tang sword with his white robe and smiled gently. The blood-stained clothes stuck to his skin, highlighting his graceful figure and the towering mountains, and his full and plump breasts.

"Are you here to save me? You are such a good boy."

Then she touched his head. If you ignore the blood on her hands, it would be quite touching. But now it just seems weird.

As expected, fifteen years of imprisonment had alienated her heart to a certain extent, so she absolutely could not go on like this.

Otherwise, Minamoto no Raikou would eventually become an unconscious monster, or commit suicide here one day.

And looking at the crazy situation today, that day is not far away.

"In addition to coming to save you, I have another favor to ask. My loved ones have been captured, and I cannot personally rescue the Emperor and his wife. I would like Your Highness to leave here and go to Fukiage Palace for support."

"Ah..." Minamoto no Raikou exclaimed with a little surprise, looking at the young man who was half-kneeling under the moon with sincere eyes.

But in the end, Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess shook her head.

"I've already told you before, I've lost the protection of my parents and all my relatives, so I have no reason to leave this place."

"But your hands are still thirsty for more blood." Hachiman looked up at the mature woman calmly, and he was not even surprised that she would chop him down with a knife at any time.

"This is a sin. It is a nature that has not been washed away after fifteen years of worshipping the Buddha. But this yard is the boundary I have set. I will not release the monster in my heart into the outside world."

Minamoto no Raikou said with a trembling voice, her inner desire turned into a voice, calling on her to go outside and seek more life-and-death excitement and blood, but she was suppressed by her rationality.

"In fact, you are afraid, afraid of the outside world. You have lived here for fifteen years and have long been out of touch with the times. To the world, you are just a savage."

Qiuchan Villa is a closed space where time has stagnated. Minamoto no Raikou, who has been staying here, does not understand the development of the times, nor does he know any electronic products. The latest TV series he has watched is still an old-fashioned one like "Oshin's Story".

“..............” Minamoto no Raikou pursed his lips lightly, as if the young man had hit the nail on the head.

But Hachiman continued without stopping, "Being hated by the royal family, having no motivation to go out, having to restrain the monster in your heart, being afraid of the ever-changing world... You have many reasons not to go out, but I need you to go out with me now. This is not a request, but an order."

Minamoto no Raikou laughed in silence, and a trace of anger arose in his heart. This was an emotion he had never experienced even when he heard those people's dirty words during the bloody massacre just now.

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why?"

Hachiman continued to look up at the girl, but he could not help but reveal his longing in his eyes: "Because fifteen years ago, you were my hero; because of your hiding, I was able to survive in this world; because you changed my beliefs, I have been imitating your actions. The one kneeling here is a person whose life has been changed by you, and a person who will be disappointed in your cowardice."

Child, run quickly, don't tell anyone your name, run into the crowd, run as far as you can, don't let anyone catch you...

Minamoto no Raikou suddenly opened his eyes, his heart was surging, old memories came to his mind, looking at the young man's handsome and thin face: "You are..."

Hachiman laughed sincerely, "I told you this when we first fought. I am just showing you my acquired skills, Mother."

Minamoto no Raikou stretched out his trembling hands towards Hachiman's face, but when he thought of his bloody hands, he could not help but retract them. However, the young man grabbed his hands and rubbed his cheeks.

"Your Highness, you have many reasons not to go out. Let me surpass them and become your motivation, your reason for restraining monsters, and your backing in facing the world, because the people kneeling here are the ones you have given life to for the second time."

If he had always been a high school student from an ordinary family, all this would have been just a luxury, but now, he was able to kneel in front of her and express his gratitude.

Hachiman gently kissed her slender fingers, even though his lips were stained with blood.

"Now, the child needs your help, 'Mother'."

Chapter 41: What did I do that made you unwilling to call me mom?

There were rustling sounds. As Minamoto no Raikou's robe was stained with blood, and it was eerie and exuded a devilish temptation, he couldn't just walk out like that.

Through the thin paper door, under the light of the eternal lamp, Hachiman who was waiting outside the door could still catch a glimpse of the graceful silhouette of the beautiful figure. It's not that he couldn't walk when he saw a woman. The sea of ​​fire in the distance and the corpses nearby also told him that it was not appropriate. However, his sensitivity made him unable to take his eyes away for no reason.

After a while, Minamoto no Raikou came out of the Buddhist room, looking completely different. His black retro outfit made him look like the heroic daughter of a samurai in TV dramas.

He had ancient gauntlets on his hands and his beloved sword, Doujikiri Yasutsuna, on his waist. In his hand he was holding a long weapon as long as his body, wrapped in cloth. Hachiman couldn't tell what it was for the time being, but it was extremely heavy. From the sound of it hitting the ground, he guessed it weighed at least twenty pounds.

Minamoto no Raikou's eyes met with the young man's and they were speechless for a moment. Hachiman felt a little embarrassed. Although it was an emergency, he still had to call a woman who was only ten years older than him "Mother", even if he might think so in his heart, a man still had to have dignity.

"Ah, when I first saw you, you were so small, but now you're taller than me. I can't accept this."

Even though Minamoto no Raikou was considered tall among women, she was still a little short compared to young men.

In the end, Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess still couldn't help herself and instantly hugged Hachiman in her arms.

"Hey, don't call men small, okay?"

Ignoring Hachiman's resistance, she held him in her arms. This was the child she had saved, who had grown into a very independent man.

"I'm not willing to accept it. Mom is very unwilling now that I missed your growth."

Minamoto no Raikou said angrily, emitting an excessive amount of maternal radiance.

Hachiman felt the softness on his cheek and gave up resisting helplessly.

After all, dignity is nothing in front of Nai Zi.

When he was ten years old and Komachi was eight years old, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was getting married, so his parents took them to Tokyo to join in the fun.

As his parents were busy taking pictures of Komachi, he was bored and squeezed to the front row to watch the wedding car. It was also the first time for him to see what a "beautiful woman" was. He didn't have so many adjectives in his mind at the time. He just stared at the noble figure and imprinted her in his heart. That was his sexual enlightenment.

As a result, he was squeezed by the surging crowd, and his thin body was knocked out. In front of him was the black tire of a car. Before he had time to feel scared, he was wrapped in a sweet fragrance. The dreamy figure held him in his arms. As he grew up, he knew the word "goddess".

She was like a savior goddess, saving the ignorant him, and after the accident, she pushed herself into the crowd, just to let him run.

Although he didn't know her intention at first, the ten-year-old Hachiman still obeyed her words, blended into the crowd and ran as fast as he could.

As he grew older, he realized that if he hadn't run away then, he would not be alive now.

She saved him, but in return she was imprisoned for fifteen years. However, he could do nothing because he was just the son of an ordinary civil servant, and the other party was a royal aristocrat and a member of the Chinese clan.

They didn't even know about her imprisonment, and only lost any news about Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess from public channels.

Then, he could only keep this matter in his heart, not even telling his parents Komachi, and inadvertently imitated her behavior towards him.

Gradually, as Minamoto no Raikou held her in his arms, she seemed to feel again the sweet fragrance she felt when she first rescued her.

Every man has the image of an older sister or mother hidden in his heart. It is a symbol of their sense of security and the source of their sister-control or mother-control complex.

The only thing that could make him feel completely at ease was probably being in Minamoto no Raikou's arms.

This feeling, damn, is so addictive.

There is a sense of accomplishment as if I have conquered the goddess of my dreams.

It took him a while to reluctantly break away from this feeling of immersion, leave Minamoto no Raikou's arms, and walk through the corridor full of corpses with her. However, at the door of Akican Villa, Minamoto no Raikou stopped, looking at the world outside the villa, and was unable to move forward.

In the end, there is still fear.

"Your Highness Raikou." Hachiman called softly.

But Minamoto no Raikou couldn't bear it anymore and showed a sad expression as if he was about to cry.

"Mom... Did I do something wrong? Why are you calling me like this?"

Hachiman twitched his lips: "Although I respect you in my heart, we are not..."

As a result, Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess got angry: "What did I do to make you disrespect me so much that you are not even willing to call me 'mother'?"

His raised eyebrows and eyes give him a heroic look even when he is angry.

Hachiman was helpless: "Is it okay to call me sister? Calling me mom or something like that is too embarrassing."

Ai Li, you have a grandmother. Are you surprised or not?

Minamoto no Raikou stroked his cheek with his left hand: "No, this is the courage I need to step out of here. You just said that you would be my backer to face the world. Are your words just talk?"

Big pig hooves.

Niu Guiyo, what does my being your supporter have to do with calling you mom?

But don't try to reason with a woman, especially one who insists on being your mother.

Hachiman held it in for a long time, but in the end he couldn't let go of his pride: "Rai, Raikou's mother?"

"Hey, why do you have to give me an extra name? It makes me look like the director of an orphanage."

"There's nothing I can do. This is already my limit." Hachiman couldn't help but say. After all, it's been a long time since he had this feeling of being able to "act like a spoiled child" to his heart's content.

Mom onboard.

Minamoto no Raikou pouted, obviously dissatisfied, but she also knew that this was the young man's current limit. In the joy of reunion, she just wanted to get closer to Hachiman as soon as possible.

Just as Hachiman thought, this was one of the few hopes that Minamoto no Raikou had in his heart.

The child that he saved really did not forget him. Instead, he came to him with a strong enough identity and welcomed him out of this prison.

What a happy woman she is! Her fantasy that she had when she was daydreaming has come true.