Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

With her hands behind her back, Zouyin unconsciously revealed a slight aunt-like smile on her face.

Such night battles are quite interesting.

At least she liked the music.

After his antics, Yato returned to his usual calm and composed demeanor.

His eyes scanned the street, trying to find a new target.

These guys are a bit strange, actually.

Although the Red Moon believers I encountered before also possessed some abilities beyond those of ordinary people.

But it's still within a generally understandable range.

There is also communication and contact between them.

There are also occasional gatherings or something.

However, based on Yato's interactions over the past two days, these guys haven't had any contact with each other at all.

We don't interact with each other on a daily basis, just like strangers.

Even so, there was a clear division of labor among them.

The routes and activity locations of the group never overlap.

He squinted slightly and looked up.

In a daze, Ye Dou seemed to see thousands of threads hanging down from a pair of large hands and connecting to the bodies of those yellow-robed men.

They danced like marionettes under the control of a large hand.

This feeling made Yato very unhappy.

because.......

'It's that kind of guy I'm not good at dealing with again.'

My fingers unconsciously tapped against my arm.

Yato's face was filled with displeasure.

He has never had a good solution to those underhanded tactics.

Although as a martial god, one has a natural advantage against evil and sinister things.

But if the opponent is determined not to fight him head-on, he can only be kited.

This made Yato very unhappy.

I always think that when this is over and I go back, I will find a way to fill the gaps in this area.

But I always forget it for various reasons.

This time was no different; Yato once again resolved to increase his methods upon returning.

But now, there's nothing we can do.

"never mind."

Scratching his head, Yato decisively chose to abandon his thought.

If things don't go well, we can just call in reinforcements later.

Although I can't beat him, I believe Luo Zhen can definitely beat him.

I can shake Luo Zhen over here.

Rounding up, that means I can beat them.

Well, no problem.

Yato has always been quite open-minded about this.

The most important thing in life is to be happy.

Why think about so many troublesome things?

"The music has gone off."

Standing up, Yato paused briefly at the edge of the rooftop.

Then he turned and left through the rooftop entrance.

In those few seconds, a thought flashed through Yato's mind.

If I jump from here, will I look cool?

emmmm.......

just forget it.

He didn't want to sprain his ankle.

On the other side, after receiving Yato's message, Ryouma thought about it for a moment.

Yellow robe...

This is so relatable.

Before Nyarko arrived, Rozen would have thought twice before hearing that someone was wearing a yellow robe.

But now.

Nyarko's friend arrived, and then some guys wearing yellow robes appeared.

If Luo Zhen still couldn't figure this out, he felt he could find a place to bury himself.

Just like Muzan.

I'm a little too embarrassed to show my face.

Hastur, the King in Yellow.

Also known as "The Nameless One" and "Lord of the Deep Space".

It is one of the entities that symbolize "wind". Although there is no specific description of Hastur's true form, legend says that he looks like a giant octopus-like creature.

Similar to Cthulhu in some ways, and a cousin and mortal enemy of Cthulhu.

Some say the King in Yellow is just a clone of Hastur, while others say he is that clone himself.

But one thing is certain: the opponent's strength is on par with Nyarlathotep.

Even as an avatar, its strength is no weaker than Nyarlathotep's.

But Luo Zhen is at ease now.

If that kind of being were to actually descend upon this world, things wouldn't be so calm right now.

At least on the surface.

Therefore, Luo Zhen believes that it is highly likely that the other party has only infiltrated a small amount of their power.

They infected some humans and turned them into their followers.

"Let's go take a look first."

As fingers traced through the air, a hazy dimensional barrier descended.

Luo Zhen stepped into it.

The next moment, he appeared next to Yato.

"Yo."

Yato showed no surprise at the sight of Rozen.

"As for the current situation, apart from wearing yellow robes and enjoying watching performances, there is absolutely nothing unusual about these people."

"To be honest, if these guys hadn't acted so strangely, I wouldn't have been sure they'd encountered something unusual."

Yato pulled out his phone from his pocket and showed it to Ryouma the information he had gathered over the past two days.

In the past, these people were just ordinary people.

Live your own life according to your own path.

But from some unknown day, this group of people suddenly started wearing yellow robes.

He frequents various performance venues.

People who watch operas, concerts, and bands.

This left Yato somewhat confused.

What are these people here for?

Does it cultivate one's character?

Chapter 1205 Fighting with thugs is a very bad thing.

In the Livehouse called 'Starry Night', Ichiji Hoshika's gaze swept back and forth between the stage and the crowd watching the performance.

Although she cared a lot about her sister's band's performance, she was even more concerned about the guy in the yellow robe below the stage.

According to his friend, those guys in yellow robes have been frequently seen at various events lately.

They didn't do anything out of line; they just watched the performance quietly.

However, those children who performed well or showed potential said they felt very uncomfortable.

It's uncomfortable to be stared at.

Some children have nightmares all night long after they go home, and they are no longer able to perform.

When faced with her friend's complaints, Ijichi Hoshika didn't know how to comfort her.

Because she encountered the same situation.

Originally, quite a few people were willing to perform at my shop.

After all, for many kids who play in bands, having a place to perform is undoubtedly something to be happy about.

Putting aside the safety of places like bars, it would be very troublesome to perform inside them.

The sales requirements for Yidi Zhixingge stores are not high, making them relatively safe.

Those kids who were in their adolescence and had nothing to do all day, so they formed a band just for fun, were also happy to come to her place.

So in the past, Ijichi Seika never imagined that there would be no band performing here.

But this actually happened in the last few days.

Some children feel unsafe because they are being stared at by strange people.

Some children, like their younger sisters, have nightmares all night long.

She was so exhausted that she didn't have the energy to perform.

And his own sister…

Looking at the three people on the stage who looked listless but forced themselves to cheer up, and a piece of waste paper box.

Ijichi Hoshika's eyes were filled with worry.

That's too much of a stretch.

Even a layman could tell that the three of them were in very poor condition.

The performance was completely out of sorts; it was just an instinctive, muscular movement.

The brain should be completely empty by now.

Clutching her head, Ijichi Seika was in a very bad mood.

To be honest, this situation is somewhat like an urban legend.

However, her education over the years has taught her that there is no such thing as supernatural power in this world.

The only time in her life that could be remotely associated with supernatural forces was probably when her silly younger sister suddenly achieved unexpectedly good grades on a test.

Rather than supernatural forces, she believed that a new cult had temporarily revised its original doctrines.

They're getting ready to stir things up now.

Unconsciously biting her fingers, the thought of calling the police popped into Ichiji Hoshika's mind again.