Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Inuyasha did not return to Kaede Village.

He found a sturdy ancient tree on the cliff, jumped to the highest branch, and lay down with his back against the old trunk.

From this height, the entire mountain range can be seen.

The rolling mountain ridges appeared in varying shades of blue under the moonlight.

The nearby sea of ​​trees was pushed by the night wind, surging out layer upon layer of silvery-gray waves.

Further away, a thin stream meanders through the valley.

The water surface was bathed in moonlight, appearing white as a silver thread left behind in the mountains.

The sky was sparsely populated with stars, and the moon was perfectly round.

Occasionally, night birds would be startled from the forest, their wings flapping as they flew overhead before disappearing into another patch of shadow.

Inuyasha rested his arm behind his head, the night breeze ruffling his silver hair.

At this moment, he wasn't thinking about anything lewd; the food was already on his plate, and he could eat it anytime.

In the world of monsters, there is no such thing as truth, goodness, or beauty; might makes right.

Inuyasha sniffed the scent carried by the wind, identifying the sources of danger in his surroundings.

If it's a monster like Yura, regardless of gender, I'll subdue it if I can.

Inuyasha had no interest in following Sesshomaru's example and wandering the streets with his family.

He wants to gather all the demons and build a demon court that never sets in this land, shaping everything there into his dream paradise.

Jieluo sat down under another tree.

A sliver of moonlight separated the two, and the female monster remained silent as well, seeing that the dog was not speaking.

Only the mountain breeze comes and goes, and the chirping of insects gradually begins.

Jielu couldn't understand what Inuyasha was thinking, and the events of tonight were completely incomprehensible to her.

The only certainty is that I can't beat the other person.

That alone was enough for her to swallow all her resentment.

"One day, the half-demon will transform into a human, and on that day, all scores will be settled!"

Yura stared at Inuyasha's silver hair fluttering in the night breeze, a hint of affection appearing in her eyes.

As a comb spirit who has been combing the hair of the dead for many years and absorbed their resentment, her favorite thing is to collect hair.

She has seen countless strands of hair—human, monstrous, living, and dead.

But this head of silver hair is still a rare find.

The remaining point is simply because I haven't touched it myself yet, so I can't draw a conclusion.

It's so beautiful.

Jieluo's fingertips curled unconsciously, as if imagining the feel of the comb teeth passing through that head of silver hair—smooth as a waterfall, cool as water, each strand of hair bringing with it shimmering moonlight as it glided between the teeth.

Sensing something amiss, Inuyasha glanced at the slightly infatuated female demon, raised an eyebrow, and blurted out.

"What a submissive woman."

Jieluo's eyes widened in anger, disregarding whether he could win or not.

"You filthy dog ​​demon, die!"

With a wave of her hands, millions of strands of hair surged forth like a tidal wave, overwhelming that infuriating face.

Then the female monster felt a chill on her chest.

Inuyasha's claw pierced through her heart; the movement was so fast that Yura didn't even see when the dog demon moved.

Inuyasha withdrew his hand, took the red hair comb from her body, and stuffed it into his pocket without changing his expression.

Then, pulling her unsupported body, he slammed her against the tree, using the succubus's limp body as a cushion, comfortably placing it behind him.

Jieluo's head was pressed against the tree trunk, his face upturned, unable to move.

Her true form was nestled in the bastard's arms, warmed by his body temperature, while he used her body as a human-shaped cushion.

What is this? You can't beat them in a fight, you can't utter a curse, and you can't even die.

Her pink eyes stared straight at the night sky above, her pupils gradually dilating.

She felt like she was broken.

As the moon set and the sun rose, Inuyasha, accompanied by Yura, swept through the mountains and fields within dozens of miles of Kaede Village over the next three days.

The scum of the demons blocking the way were torn to pieces by sharp claws. A few of them were somewhat capable, but because they were too ugly, Inuyasha, who disliked their appearance, handed them over to Yura, who turned them into hair puppets.

By the evening of the third day, the last snake demon hiding in the swamp had just surfaced when it was chopped into pieces by the vengeful, sullen Jieluo, and the cleanup was officially over.

A campfire was lit by the stream.

Jieluo, acting as a temporary cook, squatted by the fire, turning the roasting meat on the fire in her hands, muttering to herself incessantly.

From "Damn half-demon" and "I hope you become human tomorrow" to "Just wait until that day, I'll torture you to death."

Its rich vocabulary and varied sentence structures make it a veritable walking encyclopedia of curses.

But for Inuyasha, who has been exposed to the modern internet, this is nothing more than a tickle.

He rested his chin on his hand, lying on his side on the ground, ignoring the gossipy old woman from Jieluo.

In these three days, he figured out Jieluo's temper, and conversely, the female demon also got a general understanding of Gouzi's personality.

With a whooshing sound, Inuyasha caught the skewer of meat that Yura had shot at him like a crossbow bolt. He had just taken a bite when his dog ears twitched.

The wind carried a scent that was unfamiliar yet mingled with a familiar one.

The scent was faint, the demonic power weak, and it cautiously approached from the shadows of the forest.

Hesitant and timid, walking and stopping intermittently, as if he wanted to come over but was afraid of being swatted to death by a claw.

Having roughly guessed whose Inuyasha it was, she raised an eyebrow at the unmoved female demon and said, "Yura, grab him, but don't kill him."

The surrounding area is covered with sharp yet flexible hair strands, like metal wires. Thick-skinned dog demons can ignore them, but some weaker demons might be completely bewildered the moment they encounter them.

"They can't even have a peaceful meal."

Jie Luo didn't even get up, lazily raising his index finger.

A few seconds later, a piercing scream came from the bushes, followed by the crack of a branch breaking and frantic thrashing of hands, and then—all fell silent.

She pulled her hair back and, as if fishing, pulled out a green figure that was still kicking its legs from the shadows of the woods.

Xiejian was wrapped up in hair like a dumpling, and the staff with the human head had long since slipped from his hand.

Her legs were swinging wildly in the air, and her mouth was tightly bound by her hair, so she could only make muffled "uh-uh" sounds.

His hair twirled in mid-air, like a prey being hoisted up for slaughter, suspending him before Inuyasha and Yura.

The firelight reflected in his wide-open eyes, which were filled with terror.

"If you cause any more trouble, I'll kill you."

The silver-haired dog demon said with a smile.

Xie Jian immediately became obedient, and his yellowish eyes turned as clear as black crystal.

He could see evil, and he was quite clear that the man and woman in front of him were full of evil energy and were not good people at all.

Moreover, the information I've gathered these past few days has corroborated this—the monsters in the surrounding area have almost all been killed by that adulterous couple!

"As expected of Sesshomaru's younger brother, he's a born villain."

Xie Jian let out a wail in his heart.

"How bitter! I hope I can serve Lord Sesshomaru again in my next life!"