I raised weirdos in tokyo

The two young monks stepped on the host's nose like this, after a long time.

He moved his foot away, and looked at the host's nose, which felt like it was about to be crushed flat, and he couldn't even see the original skin color, and the host's face was already flushed.

Then he washed his nose with boiling water and wrapped it in a towel.

"Okay, that's it for today, thank you in advance." After speaking, the host lay back on the tatami berth.

The monks were a little suspicious and wanted to ask the host something, but they still didn't say it, shook their heads and left.

Kujo Yui couldn't help sighing when he saw the host who was able to sleep peacefully like this.

"It's a psychological effect after all."

The host was chanting to himself, but it seemed as if he could hear Yui Kutiao's speech.

"If this continues, my nose will be smaller, and people will stop laughing at me."

The host began to mutter to himself that in the future, he will be treated like a normal person and will no longer be laughed at by everyone.

But wake up the next day.

Instead of getting smaller or shorter, the nose became longer and swollen, and there were some conspicuous bruises on the nose.

As always, the little monk who came to make morning arrangements for the host seemed to be in a daze longer than yesterday.

But the host at this time seemed very confident.

"Do you think my nose is much better?"

The monk hesitated for a moment, should he tell the host the real situation?

"host your nose this"

But the host doesn't seem to care too much about other people's thoughts, he feels good about himself and thinks there is nothing wrong with it.

"I know, does it get better."

The host didn't say it directly, and deliberately made some detours. The monk thought that the host was just making some cheerful developments for the nose, but he didn't expect the host to play because he really felt that the nose had improved.

He nodded again and again to confirm.

"Yes, yes, it's much better."

As soon as we went out, as soon as we saw the host, we began to discuss how his nose became like this?The host also used different taboo topics in the past.

Instead, he answered directly how his nose was.

Kujo Yui couldn't figure it out, is the host blindly confident, or is he deceiving himself?
Could it be that looking at the reflection in the lake, looking at himself in the mirror, wouldn't he feel a little strange?

Finally one day——

He himself is getting old, but that nose has become his signature symbol.

Even in the end, he didn't know whether his nose was good or bad.

People also treat his nose like a monastic joke.

But the older a person is, the easier it is to be suspicious. Just like Liu Bang back then, he had already ruled the world, but he was still worried about losing his throne.In the end, all the famous generals under him had run away, and the remaining Zhong generals were also killed by him.

Finally, before the host died, he lay on the sleeper.

He looked at the little monk who surrounded him with his head down.

He asked the most important question in his life.

"Is my nose different?"

The monks were a little surprised that the host is still worried about this kind of thing.

They exchanged glances with each other.

"Master, are you sure you want us to tell the truth?"

"I'm dying, so just tell me the truth, there's nothing I can do."

A brave little monk took the lead in telling the truth.

"Hosting Your Nose is really weird and fun."

The host did not show any anger, but looked down on it, but he still seemed to care about the night when he let the little pine and the others own their noses when he was young.

"Did my nose become normal after that night?"

Everyone fell into silence again, do you want to tell him the truth?

But the silence of the crowd caused the host to feel uneasy.

"What's the matter with you? Isn't it?"

"Hosting your nose has always been like this."

A young monk told the host the truth in the most cryptic way.

Before the host had time to express his thoughts, he had already closed his eyes.

Kujo Yui looked at the monks who were still sitting around.

What they have on their faces is not the departure, nostalgia, pain and sorrow for people.

It was helplessness, doubt and even some ridicule.

Suddenly, the surroundings became a world of black and white, and the host was standing alone.

"Why does everyone discriminate against my nose so much?"

"Isn't it just a little special? Why did you treat me like this?"

"I also want to be like ordinary people and have a simple and happy life, but I can't do it anyway."

"In the end they looked at my smiling face, not respecting it, but thinking I was very funny and a joke."

At this time, a tall man appeared in front of the host. This man was even more strange. It wasn't that he didn't have facial features, but that his whole body was blurred.

Kujo Yui rubbed his eyes and confirmed repeatedly, but it was true.

He couldn't see what the man really looked like.

That person seemed to be talking, but what came into Jiutiaowei's ears was a burst of disorganized noise.

"Yeah, I'm not reconciled."

"Is this human?"

"Why do humans do this?"

"What's weird? What emotions? 'Nose'?"

"You're here to laugh at me too, right?!"

"what?"

"Can it become powerful?"

"Okay, let's start a new life that I like."

Kutiao Wei just wanted to find out what was going on and who the host was speaking.

But after another burst of dizziness, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing beside the black bird.

"Stinky face iced tofu?"

"You finally woke up?"

A black and white bird threw a rhetorical question.

Before Kutiao Yui could figure out what was going on, he felt sore all over and suffered some unknown injuries.

"No, what happened to Stinky Face Iced Tofu just now?"

"You still ask me? I thought you were sleepy."

"Ah, what is the sleeping god?"

Kujo is confused.

"You seemed to be asleep just now, but you suddenly closed your eyes, and then started fighting with him, thinking that you had some strange special ability, so you didn't bother you."

In order to see that he had lost weight, Sanhe was covered in dust. Although there were no fatal injuries, this strange substitute attack was a bit too watery.

"And I'm awake now?"

"Ah."

"What are you two muttering over there?"

Hamura Shuichi pressed the dropped arm back, and within a few seconds, the arm could go in and move again, and the number of blood beads did not decrease, but increased.

Kujo Yui looked at Hamura Shuichi in front of him, and a sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously.

The memory just now belonged to him. It turns out that he lived such a life before, was it also because of this that he was set as weird by the face-mian ghost?

But he still didn't know what Hamura Shuichi's real weakness was.

"His resurrection speed is too fast, and a protracted battle is not a good thing."

Wu Shioriao said, looking at Shuichi Hamura's intact body with no wounds under his tattered clothes.

"Stinky face iced tofu, I have an idea."

"Say."