I am a godslayer, not your hero.

Mingxian finally understood where the group of guards around Xian Juanxin came from.

Xianjuan Guang continued, "If you take a concubine, you can easily shock those who are ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, and you can also let the psychics in this world accept your existence. This is actually a very good plan."

"You don't mind?"

"Of course I care, but you're tired of playing."

"..."

It seems so.

Since we can't stop it, at least keep things under control.

Xian Juanguang added: "Actually, this is also good for me. In the past, those bigwigs who showed disdain for people like us and said things like 'hundred-year emperors, thousand-year-old families', now have to bow their heads to me. I'm actually quite happy."

"Okay." Mingxian didn't care. He wasn't losing out anyway.

Xian Juanguang nodded slightly and asked, "Who do you want to marry?"

“Can I choose?”

"of course can."

Mingxian thought about it, but couldn't think of a suitable person, so he shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it later?"

Xian Juanguang frowned and advised: "You should also give others a name."

"Not of this world."

"That's okay."

Xian Juanguang hesitated for a moment before saying, "If you have this idea, I can help you prepare, such as showing strength, conquering forces, and getting the other party to agree to unreasonable requests. I am quite good at these things."

Mingxian nodded and prepared to leave.

Xian Juanguang suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

"Is there anything else you can do?"

"Since you don't care about the surname..." Xianjuan Guang pondered for a moment and said, "Can you let one of your children inherit Xianjuan's surname in the future?"

Mingxian: “?”

Xianjuan Guang continued, "The higher the concentration of divine blood, the more difficult it is to give birth to offspring. Even with the use of technology, this cannot be changed. It is as if fate is preventing the inheritance of divine blood."

"Even though you have the power of a god, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to have offspring."

“Combining the two makes it even more difficult.”

"If you have a descendant, I would be honored if you could give him the surname Xianjuan."

Ming Xian: “…”

This seems to be the case.

I remember that there was an ancient godslayer in the original book who had many wives and concubines but no children.

In addition, godslayers are all short-lived, so offspring naturally become a problem.

There is indeed a problem with the inheritance of the Xianjuan family.

but……

This guy is really smart, and smart in a way that is not annoying.

At first, he didn't know that he was a godslayer. After a little trial and error, he found some good points and believed in Xianjuanxin's judgment. However, he had to deliberately suppress himself to prevent his son-in-law from swindling Xianjuan's family property after his death.

After knowing that he was a godslayer, he adopted the child legally and added a surname to test his attitude.

If you care a lot, you can take the opportunity to explain that it is the kindness of the Chinese people to calm your anger.

Make sure you don't care about these things.

He took the opportunity to express his willingness to exchange everything the Xianjuan family had for the surname of one of his descendants.

No matter who the child's original mother was, as long as the surname "Xianjuan" was used, Xianjuan's heart was guaranteed, and the family's honor and disgrace were also guaranteed.

"You really deserve to earn such a huge fortune."

Mingxian looked at Xianjuanguang deeply.

Xian Juanguang said: "I only have this one daughter, so I should pay more attention to her."

Ming Xian said calmly: "Xiao Xinxin will live longer than me in the future. After all, we God Slayers are short-lived. The oldest predecessor has only lived for more than 300 years."

Xian Juanguang: “?”

Without answering Xian Juanguang's doubts, Ming Xian turned into a gust of wind and disappeared from the study.

Only the coffee cup is left with ripples.

Not a Hibiki: Chapter 91: Falling into the Ghost Path

Dizangtong Commercial Street.

Mingxian strolled along this familiar street, looked around, and found that the place still maintained its tranquility.

Also.

Only two weeks had passed and nothing seemed to have changed.

He walked into Shanchui Bakery and the tempting aroma of bread hit his nose, making him salivate.

Just as Mingxian was about to pick out some delicious bread, the gentle and familiar voice of the shop owner, Yamabuki Wataru, came to his ears: "Mingxian, can I call you that?"

Upon hearing this, Mingxian turned around and saw Yamabuki Wataru looking at him with a smile, his eyes flashing with sincerity and concern.

"of course can."

Yamabuki Tsuneshi nodded slightly and continued, "I am honored that you have been supporting our business. However, you always seem to eat dim sum as your staple food. Perhaps you should also try some rice, vegetables, and meat?"

Now that you mention it, it does seem to be the case.

It's not that he has no requirements for food like Vauban, he just prefers snacks.

Now that I don’t have to worry about health issues, I just eat some bread and sandwiches every day, and at most go downstairs to have a bowl of ramen.

"You have a point."

Mingxian humbly accepted the other party's suggestion and decided to take advantage of the morning time to buy some vegetables and lean meat nearby and come back to cook a hearty meal for himself.

I bought some meat at Mi Ze Fine Meat Shop, and then walked to Yinhe Fruit and Vegetable Shop to buy some vegetables, but I heard the shopkeeper's voice: "Boy, are you okay?"

"What are you saying?" Mingxian put down the cauliflower and looked at Uncle Sato. "I haven't defaulted on the rent, so you don't need to curse me like that, right?"

Uncle Sato was a sturdy man wearing a white top and black bottoms, with a white rope tied around his head and his hands folded across his chest, standing in front of the vegetable store like a stone statue.

By the way, all the shops in this area belong to him.

Uncle Sato said, "We've been hearing strange noises in Bunkyo recently, and there have been dozens of cases of people going missing."

Mingxian immediately became interested.

Is this a living thing?

"Tell me about it, I'm a detective!"

"you……"

Uncle Sato hesitated to speak, and really wanted to say, "Stop playing detective games and just do your job as a student," but on second thought, he decided to just talk it out with him.

Soon, he said, "Some people saw flaming wheels rolling through the streets at night, sweeping away lone wanderers."

"Roll away?"

"Just saying that, he suddenly disappeared." Uncle Sato explained: "My friend at the police station said that it should be considered a missing person case. Anyway, you should be careful and don't walk around alone at night."

Mingxian seemed to be thinking about something.

Missing.

He remembered something.

One thing he had forgotten because of Mithra's destruction and Veleslana's attack.

Izanami...

The disobedient god, who was blocked outside the world by the desert, sent out his subordinate gods in the hope of opening the road to Yomi Hirasaka and invading this world.

Although the three subordinate gods were all killed by himself in a gorgeous way.

But why not a fourth?

If there really are subordinate gods who want to guide the disobedient Izanami into the earth, then the previous ceremony must be carried out, that is, the ceremony of "pleasing the gods with death."

Fire wheel, missing...

Mingxian's eyes were sharp as he asked Uncle Sato softly, "Uncle Sato, do you have a map of this area? The more detailed the better."

"Yes, I do. What do you want this for?"

Uncle Sato walked into the store and took out a map after a moment. The streets and alleys of Tokyo were clearly visible.

Mingxian took the map and spread it on the ground without hesitation. Then, his voice flowed out like a clear spring.

"The two pairs of wings of thought and memory fly back and forth, carrying the voice of the lovely imprisoned child."

The singing is powerful and majestic, yet it reveals a subtle sadness. The melody is melodious, like the low singing of an ancient nation, transcending the boundaries of time and space and awakening dormant memories.

As the singing rose and fell, cursed energy surged quietly, replacing the universal element that originally served as a medium, and weaving into a more sophisticated spell.

The Wanyingsu operating technology is "universal".

An ability that is rewarded by the system after conquering Sylvia.

At this moment, it was subtly adjusted by the sound of the strings, and the power of the spell replaced the power of the stars, under the irrigation of the vast spiritual power of the God Slayer.

The power of this "spell" is increased.

As the singing continued, various abilities began to manifest, like magical miracles blooming in the air.

This is a song written by Sylvia herself, which has the mysterious power to search for targets and see into people's hearts.

"The black envoy of thought and memory, land gracefully before me, and show yourself quickly—"

As the last note fell gently, two pitch-black feathers seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly circling on the map, like night elves dancing in the air.

The trajectory of the feather gradually narrowed and finally converged at one point. At that moment, an area on the map was surrounded by light.

"It's not that far..."

Mingxian took a look and immediately ran towards his destination.

Uncle Sato was stunned for a moment, and realized that Mingxian seemed to be a supernatural detective and really had superpowers. After thinking for a moment, he shouted to Mingxian: "Wait a minute, I'll take you there, and at least inform the police, or other relevant adults you know."

Mingxian turned to look at him in confusion.

Sato Daiki had already launched his motorcycle and said, "I don't really understand the situation, but it's good to have someone to go with me."

This was said tactfully.

In fact, he was just advising Mingxian to be more careful and at least find someone to provide support.

Mingxian was about to refuse, but his eyes involuntarily fell on Uncle Sato's majestic motorcycle.

Damn! Nordic goddess!

In an instant, an indescribable sense of wonder surged in my heart.

This is not a means of transportation, it is clearly a mobile work of art!

The lines of the car body are as smooth as a meteor across the sky, elegant yet powerful. Every turn is just right, outlining a breathtaking aesthetic composition.

The design style is unique, as if it jumped out directly from the God's drawing board, with an inviolable holiness and mystery.

The sturdy body, like a symbol of strength, is firmly rooted in the earth; the low seat seems to invite every rider to get close to the sound of the wind and feel the ultimate speed and freedom.

The seamlessly machined body panels are as smooth as mirrors, reflecting the light and shadows of the surrounding world. Every flash is an ultimate tribute to detail.

The exposed engine not only exposes the source of power, but also a profound interpretation of mechanical aesthetics. Every line and every meshing of gears is a perfect display of the craftsman's spirit, making people indulge in this cold mechanical music.

This is not just a motorcycle, it is the messenger of the wind, the embodiment of freedom, and the perfect fusion of technology and art.

The thought of rejection in Mingxian's heart was melted away by this shocking beauty at this moment.

"Okay, uncle, let's go together. No demon or monster can stand up to us."