[Comprehensive] The god judge goes to the ice and three points of sweetness

The handle, but found that there was no residual temperature at all, the two looked at each other and frowned at the same time.

After returning to Honmaru, Song Si saw Foxosuke with a painful face holding his empty purse, and the lush hair on the tail. Song Si seemed to understand where this fox had gone these days.

When Foxnosuke saw Song Si, he touched the bald spot on his head that was no longer suitable for planting. When the wind blew, he still felt a little cold. He trembled for a while and dared not go up. Then he remembered that because of Song Si I went to the field without authorization, resulting in a lot of wages being deducted.

The tangled fox glanced at Song Si with complicated eyes, and finally thought about the gains and losses. After being plucked and telling Song Si the accusations of current affairs, he made a choice, and decisively chose to leave.

Just kidding, I have no money to grow the hair on the top of my head, and I am going to die, Foxnosuke secretly chose to suppress this matter, Foxnosuke nodded his head, expressing that sometimes he tells some white lies ,it is also fine!

I don't know if Song Si has an inexplicable obsession with short knives. When he came back from the new map this time, the reward given by Shizheng was also a short knives.

It was a very beautiful short knife, different from the coldness of Xiao Yezuo's words, it was a short knife with warmth, and the small black spots on the white scabbard had an unexpectedly immature feeling.

Transformed into a form, the white-haired child with orange eyes filled with uneasiness, hugged the little white tiger in his arms tightly, and the little tiger yelled at Foxnosuke who was still thinking about how to make a draft of current affairs on the ground. .

The little tiger is not big, and has the shape of a kitten, but the king character on the forehead adds a touch of majesty unique to tigers. Looking at Fox's eyes is like looking at his prey, Fox's eyes twitch The corner of his mouth twitched, and after a few jumps he ran away without a trace.

"I am the five tigers retreating. That... I didn't fight back. I'm sorry. Because the tigers are very pitiful."

The child's voice was very soft, waxy and even a little shy when facing Song Si.

tiger?Song Si thought of the kind of tiger that had lost its temper and was kept in a zoo at last, waiting for food from others all day long, and was finally kept as a pet by the nobles in his era, and became a ridden animal.

The little tiger lying at the feet of the white-haired child was licking his little paws, and then showed two pointed little tiger teeth at Song Si, baring his teeth, as if he wanted to show his ferocity.

Song Si raised his eyebrows and became interested. The tigers he had seen before had all had their teeth ground down, but this was the first time he had seen such complete teeth. He lowered his head and gently touched the little tiger's teeth.

Probably out of shock, the little tiger paused for a moment, foolishly having his teeth touched like that, and bit Song Si's hand hard after he regained consciousness.

Interesting, very interesting, haven't seen such an aggressive tiger in a long time.

Wuhutui shivered in fear, and patted his little tiger's head vigorously as a warning. He was about to apologize to Song Si, but when he heard Song Si's cheerful laughter, he stretched out his hand and patted it lightly. He patted the little tiger on the head.

The little tiger understood that Song Si was not hostile, so he stretched out his barbed tongue and lightly licked Song Si's palm, which was slightly moist and itchy.

"Master... won't be angry, I like it very much." The child opened his big round eyes and gave Song Si a shy but surprisingly bright smile.

As a puppet used as a pet, the wound healing ability has been raised to the highest level, and Song Si's wound recovered quickly.

So when Shanbu Kirihiro came forward to check Song Si's situation, Song Si was bitten and bleeding. After wiping off the blood, the wound had long since disappeared.

Song Si pulled Shan Muqie's hand away, turned around and left: "This child is also under your care, by the way, bring me the rest of the blessing later."

Kunihiro Yamababa looked at his blood-stained handkerchief, lowered his head and walked away slowly...

The owner who has been thinking about Daifuku all the time has an unexpected contrast with the cold outside, which makes Yamabuchi slightly moved his mind. Next time, he will buy more Daifuku of other flavors for the owner.

Yamabuchi turned his head and saw the pink cherry blossoms floating on the head of Goto, who had just arrived in Honmaru today, and stretched out his hand in front of Goto, without saying a word, just pulled the quilt.

The Five Tigers blinked back and forth, and finally put their small hands in Yamabuki Kunihiro's.

chapter04

The Myriad Leaf Cherry Blossom became the place where Song Si often lingered, the sun was covered by the leaves, and hit the face mottledly, it would not be too hot, but it would not let the sun fully shine on the face.

This tree has green leaves all the year round, and it is said that it takes ten thousand years to bloom. For such a big Myriad Cherry tree, Song Si thought, if it blooms, the scenery must be very beautiful.

Song Si plucked a leaf and put it near his mouth. The tune that a simple leaf blows is very simple. Song Si doesn't know those gorgeous notes, at most he can blow a few monotonous notes, but this belongs to his previous monotonous life. Among them, there are only notes left for the only musical instrument.

Xiaoye Zuowenzi and the five tigers retreated to sit under the tree, holding a little tiger in their hands, quietly listening to the tune that could not be called a musical instrument.

Treating the staff rules as a cattail fan, fanning for a while, the warm feeling of the sun shining on his face made Song Si a little drowsy, so he used the staff rules as a bedclothes and covered his face.

After squinting for a while, he heard the sound of explosions coming from the kitchen. After waking up, Song Si sighed slightly, and Yamabuki Kunihiro started to blow up the kitchen again. This is not a good sign.

The thick smoke from the kitchen attracted the attention of Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen and Wu Hu Tui. After Song Si waved his hand to get the order, the two children walked towards the kitchen with their short legs.

A little tiger didn't keep up with the child's rhythm, and was left alone under the tree. He raised his small head and looked up for a while, looked at his newly grown claws, and finally grasped firmly. on the trunk.

The little tiger seemed to be born with the ability to climb trees. After being thrown down again and again at the beginning, it gradually became agile and quickly climbed up to Song Si.

Because the puppet has its own temperature regulation system, Song Si's skin temperature is very low when the sun is shining. The little tiger climbed onto Song Si's body, rubbed Song Si's bare wrist, and then With a low cry of satisfaction, he curled up in front of Song Si's wrist.

The plush touch at hand made Song Si stretch out his hand and scratch the little tiger's chin, and gently combed the soft fur on the little tiger's body.

The little tiger closed his eyes, and let out a slight grunt from his throat to express his comfortable feeling.

When the five tigers returned to look for the little tiger that was cheering the team, they saw the scene where the current owner was holding the tiger that bit him in his arms and stroking his fur.

As if sensing Wu Hutui's arrival, the little tiger opened his eyes, gently rubbed Song Si's fingers with his little tiger teeth, and jumped from the tree onto Wuhutui's head after expressing his friendliness.

Wu Hutui looked at Song Si who had closed his eyes, casually drooped his hands on the side branches, relaxed his body, and bowed to Song Si: "Thank you."

Song Si didn't say a word, and didn't respond to the child's cowardly thanks, but Five Tigers retreated from Song Si's suddenly softened spiritual power, feeling unprecedented warmth.

This is probably the reason for Fusangshin, whose emotion as a god judge would infect Honmaru.

Wu Hutui raised his eyes to look at the little tiger above his head, and the little tiger also lowered his head to stare at Wuhutui's big eyes. One person and one animal stared at the small eyes, and finally nodded together, reaching a consensus.

Feeling that the hairball had returned to his arms, and using his small head to put his hand on it, Song Si lifted the book on his face and looked at it with scrutiny. The five tigers standing underground retreated.

There was a touch of pink on the child's ruddy face, but there was a hint of hope in the bright eyes.

Looking at the white hair that was the same color as the little tiger in his arms, Song Si stretched out his hand and put the little tiger on a stable branch beside him, then turned over.

As my companion tiger, the tiger who has been with me since birth, for the five tigers, these few are not only pets, but companions, and can even be said to be an extension of my own personality. Looking at my companions It feels good to be put aside so carefully.

Five Tigers retreated and touched the place where the heart was with his small hands, and the place moistened by the warm spiritual power just now was also very comfortable.

The little tiger tilted his head, looked at his accompanying master, and finally turned back to look at Song Si, and yelled at Song Si twice, with a hint of complaint in his voice, as if he was complaining that Song Si hadn't helped like before. It combs the hair.

The corner of Wuhu Tui's mouth twitched slightly. This little tiger belonged to him, which represented his little self-willedness. He quickly stretched out his hand and made a hug pose.

"Aww?" The tiger yelled at Song Si's back in doubt, saw Song Si's motionless figure, and finally rubbed Song Si's back sadly, jumped from the tree to where the five tigers retreated in the arms.

The departing five tigers retreated holding a cub that was whining and complaining. Song Si stretched out his hand and gently touched the branches, touching the dry bark.

Even if such a withered tree blooms under his spiritual power, it won't look good.

As if hearing Song Si's heartfelt voice, the dark clouds in the sky slowly began to accumulate, raining down on this big tree specially.

"Ah. That's right." Song Si heard the sound of raindrops pattering on the leaves, and suddenly thought: "Did Yamabuki Kunihiro hang out his clothes just now?"

As expected, he heard Yamabashi Kirihiro's exclamation, and the sound of criticism because he was anxious to hit the flowerpot on the roadside as a decoration, Song Si shrugged: "Forget it, that's it."

In just a little time, the dark clouds dissipated, and a lot of puddles accumulated in the uneven backyard of Honmaru. After all, the two children were still childlike, so they used their little feet to step on those puddles for fun.

When Song Si was about to go back to the house, he saw three clay babies. Their faces, bodies, and clothes were all covered with mud, and even their heads were covered with mud mixed with water.

Song Si was more surprised by Kirihiro Yamabashi, who has always been steady, and touched those puddles carefully before he arrived, imitating Xiao Ye Zuowen, stepping on the puddles, playing with the splashed cement, his There are also quite a few dirt marks on the sheets.

Seeing the small footprints made of mud on the front hall, and seeing the distressed appearance of the three people, Song Si finally couldn't hold back his sigh.

Seeing the clay figurines and five clay tigers who were going to come up to say hello, Song Si took a step back, raised his finger and pointed to the hot spring in the backyard: "Clean up yourself and the mud prints in the front hall and come see me again."

Watching the little tigers swimming around in the water, Xiaoye Zuowenzi also worked hard to imitate the way the little tiger dogs plan, swimming in the relatively large hot spring in the backyard, only the eyes of the five tigers retreated outside, as if She is also a bit shy about bathing with her friends.

"What do you think of this master?" Kunihiro Yamababa looked at the dirty sheets, breaking the silence in the pond where there was only the sound of paddling water.

Wu Hutui was a little nervous when talking about Song Si, and spit out a small bubble in the water: "Then... what does Mr. Yamabukiri think?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, but it's worth looking forward to." Yamabuki Kunihiro habitually wanted to pull his own quilt, but in vain, he finally grabbed his golden hair, a little embarrassed.

"I think this is a very gentle and gentle person." Wu Hutui thought of the person he saw under Wanye Sakura today. The heart is completely exposed.

Although Wuhu Tui didn't know whether it was temporary or permanent, but that only a momentary touch was enough to make him praise such a person.

Xiaoye Zuowen did not discuss their conversation, but stopped learning the little tiger's swimming movements, pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation between the two, and finally lay down on the edge of the pool altar, feeling the cold touch of the marble.

That person is very strong, and only the strong can take revenge. This is Xiao Ye Zuowen's impression of that person, so he doesn't dislike such a person, and there is nothing wrong with such a person becoming the master.

He turned his head to look at the gleam in the eyes of the remaining two people, it was the yearning for the future, Xiaoye Zuozi lowered his head, and saw his own reflection in the water, and there was such a light in the eyes of that reflection.

Xiaoye Zuowenzi closed her eyes and buried her head in the pool.

Song Si glanced at the clean and tidy three people in front of him, especially when he saw that Shanbukir's unchanging sheets had been replaced with brand new ones, his eyes were a little more satisfied.

The little tiger who belonged to the Five Tigers retreated waywardly, looked left and right, finally saw the target, and jumped into Song Si's arms familiarly, after licking the back of Song Si's hand, he nestled quietly .

Seeing Song Si gently rubbing the fluffy tiger cub with his hand, Foxosuke secretly gritted his teeth in the dark, compared with his own tail which was also full of hair, and ran out crying.

"There is a relatively large muddy land in the backyard. The government said that there are already god-inspectors who have redeveloped those lands." Song Si put down the envelope in his hand: "The reason for asking you to come is to hear your opinions. What would you like to grow in your backyard?"

Several people were not good at words, but they all had a lot of opinions. In the end, Song Si took the case and decided to have one person. He let go and let a few people toss about.

Curious about what would happen outside the plan if they let them go freely, Song Si stroked his chin, and lightly stroked the bolded "Please don't let Fu Sangshen decide things on his own" on the staff rules. , the corner of his mouth slightly hooked.

chapter05

The photo of the red glow in the sky was imprinted on the Honmaru, dyeing the pure black kimono on Song Si's body a little darker.

A few people bent over there, humming and humming, full of energy. This kind of comfort and sense of glory obtained after looking forward to the future by doing it yourself, after blossoming and bearing fruit, is a pleasure that ordinary people can't experience.

I don't know if a few people got together to discuss it in private earlier. When Song Si asked what he had planted, they all said the secret in unison, giving him a surprise with a silly look.

Now that the small field in the backyard is handed over to them, it is up to them to decide whether it is good or bad. He only needs to see what the result will be. Even if he grows some four-faced Song Si, he will not lose anything.

Song Si blatantly expressed his willfulness to spend whatever money he had, and bought all the seeds of the entire Wanwu, and they still chose at will.

Song Si's letting go, in the eyes of Fu Sangshen, is an absolute peace of mind, so when they will develop the land, several people are also very careful.

The three of them divided the land, but it was an odd number, so it would be a pity to keep the extra piece, so Song Si went to the forging room with this thought in mind.

What appeared in the halo was the knife that Song Si had seen when he came to the Honmaru on the first day. The scabbard was as red as blood, and the blade was as sharp as snow. Dangerous taste.

When it took shape, Song Si's mouth twitched slightly. The exquisite suit, bright red nail polish and neatly tied braids all showed that this sword was not suitable for farming.

"Ah, I'm Kawashita's son, California Kiyomitsu. Although it's not easy to get started, but the performance is very good." California Kiyomitsu, who had just introduced himself, saw a bright dislike in the eyes of the current owner he just met.

California Qingguang: "..."

I looked up and down to see if there was anything wrong with me, then reached out and touched my cheek, there was nothing dirty on my hand...

Qing Guang, who had just checked himself and raised his head to ask, heard Song Si say before he could speak: "Are you farming?"

California Qingguang: "???"

When he first came to Honmaru, he was dispatched to the field in the backyard. He got a piece of land of his own and asked to farm. California Kiyomitsu was in a delicate mood. He rolled up his sleeves and lifted his trousers, because the mud was moistened by the rain not long ago, which caused most places to be wet. It's mud, and it can be buried deep in it as soon as you step on it.

California Qingguang: "!!!"

When he came to Honmaru, he was probably the only one who was taken to the field as a labor force as soon as he opened his eyes. Thinking about it this way, California Kiyomitsu said that he is still special to the god judge... What a fart!

Looking at the thick soil on his clothes and trousers, California Qingguang's red eyes showed a trace of panic.

California Qingguang saw the seeds with only the words 'rare' written on the bag, and stretched out his hand to pick them up.

After all the fields were processed, Kami Kiyomitsu wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve, and as soon as he straightened up, he heard a surprised voice from Yamabuki Kunihiro: "When did you... come here?!"

There are several veins popping up on Qingguang's forehead, is his charm so low that he can't be ignored? !

Turning his head to look at the two children held by Yamabuki Kunihiro, Kami Kiyomitsu also saw a trace of doubt in their eyes.

That white-haired kid!I picked your water!

That little boy with blue hair!I dug up your land!

California Qingguang was in a tangled mood. He looked at the mud all over his body and sighed. California Qingguang, who was stepping on the ground, said thank you softly.

"You're welcome." California Qingguang felt happy by the way, wiped his hands on the clothes on his body, and touched the child's head.

I don't know if it's because they got their own land, these swords are full of enthusiasm, more than half of the fields have been planted by them, and they have chosen their favorite fences to enclose their own land.

After all the work was completed, a few people stood there looking at the completed land in front of them, stretched out their hands and patted off the dirt on their hands, Yamabuki Kunihiro turned to look at the new partner: "Can you cook? "

California Qingguang, who had just finished plowing the fields, was looking at his frayed fingernails, when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head: "What?"

Knocking on the door of the judge with food, but did not hear the usual cold voice, Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro frowned, said a rude word, and opened the door.

There was no one in the room, and the house was tidy quickly, but Yamabuchi Kunihiro felt that no one lived here, except for the tea set on the table, there were only a few sets of kimonos left.

He put the food in his hands on the table, and recruited several other people to help find Song Si, and if they saw him, they would say that the food was already ready.

I searched the entire Honmaru, but I didn't see Song Si. Before he left, he only wore the black kimono, as if he left alone, and didn't intend to come back.

A few people stood at the door of Honmaru, looking outside eagerly, Wuhu retreated and stretched out his small hand to grab the sheet of Yamabuki Kirihiro, the worry in his eyes was obvious.

Yamabasaki Kunihiro knelt down and picked up the five tigers, stretched out his hand and patted the child's back lightly.

Not long after Hoshiko got up slowly, Kunihiro Yamababa saw the person who was looking forward to it, and there was a trace of disgust on that person's indifferent face, as if he had touched something disgusting.

Xiaoye Zuowen stepped on the wooden clogs and ran forward da da da. When she reached Song Si, she just wanted to grab Song Si's clothes, but she smelled a familiar smell of blood.

There was a strong smell of blood, Xiao Ye stared at Song Si's clothes with Zuo Wenwen, and saw those dry blood marks.

pat pat pat.

Xiaoye Zuowen followed the voice, and saw the blood dripping from the knife in Song Si's hand.

Song Si, who was bathed in blood all over his body, had red blood in his eyes, like an emissary from hell, beheading other people's lives mercilessly.

Even under the delicate face, there is a kind of shocking surprise.

Song Si lightly slid across the cheeks of several people, California Qingguang felt that the new master was looking at some lifeless things, he swallowed unconsciously, feeling that his throat would be covered in front of his eyes in the next moment. people scratched.

"you are back."

The five tigers retreated from the arms of Shanba Kirihiro, and then stepped up to Song Si, without asking why there was so much blood on Song Si's body, and without asking why Song Si's eyes that were suddenly so cold to the bones came from Come, just simply say that you are back.

It's like welcoming your big brother who has been working all day, plain and natural.

Song Si's spirit became much more relaxed at that moment. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the child's white hair, and found that the blood had stained the child's hair red, and frowned.

With the beginning of the retreat of the five tigers, the remaining few people also came forward chirping, booing and asking for warmth at Song Si, and Yamabuchi said with a proud expression: "Dafuku has already iced for the master." Such words.

Song Si also rubbed Xiao Ye Zuowen's hair with anticipation in his eyes, and then saw California Qingguang's head bowed in front of him.

California Qingguang is very good at maintaining the hair, the hair is very smooth, and Song Si can even see the luster in it.

Song Si was a little confused.

"I also want the master to touch my head. I made today's dinner."

The boy's coquettish voice was no more willful than a child's, a little more self-willed and less obedient, but it was not annoying, Song Si narrowed his eyes slightly.

No one asked him what happened, it was just as usual, Song Si looked at Yamabuki Kirihiro who was pulling the sheet in front of him: "Don't ask?"

"If you want to talk, I'll listen. If you don't want to talk, I won't ask." Yamabuki Kunihiro didn't say anything, but just handed a brand new handkerchief to Song Si.

Song Si looked at the white handkerchief in front of him, took it over and wiped the dirt and the knife in his hand little by little: "After passing this village, there will be no more shops like this."

Kunihiro Yamabusa answered irrelevantly: "Your clothes are dirty."

Song Si suddenly burst out laughing, this was the first time Song Si laughed heartily in front of them.

This Honmaru was actually not as bad as he imagined.

At least these so-called his subordinates are very to his taste.

The little bandit didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, he just watched him take back the cuff of the knife in a daze, until Song Si turned to leave, and then hurried forward and grabbed Song Si's sleeve.

When Song Si was taking a bath, California Qingguang poked his head furtively at the door, holding the soap and staring at Song Si, and when Song Si's eyes turned to him, he ran to Song Si's side, entered the hot spring and obediently squat down.

Song Si did not refuse California Qingguang's approach, and the mental tension after today's successful assassination has not been completely relaxed, which caused Song Si's temples to throb suddenly, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

California Qingguang saw Song Si rubbing his temples with his hands, Song Si furrowed his brows, and secretly swam up to Song Si, wanting to show off his excellent massage skills.

Before his hand touched Song Si's head, Song Si directly grabbed his hand and pressed it to the edge of the pool altar.

There was some pain, but it was within an acceptable range. When he regained his senses, the man had already put on the bathrobe that Yamabuki Kunihiro had prepared and left the pond.

California Qingguang rubbed his sore wrist, that person's conditioned reflex... seemed to be beyond the range of ordinary people.

Thinking of the blood-soaked look of the god-judgment today, California Qingguang raised his eyebrows, hit the soap on his head, and rubbed the blood stained by the god-judger just now.

California Kiyomitsu wiped the water stains on his head with a towel, and saw Yamabagi Kirihiro who didn't know how to coax the children to sleep. He was about to leave when he was dragged into the children's room by Yamabagi Kirihiro. Next to: "Tell a story."

Under the bright eyes of the two children, California Qingguang, who felt that he had been promoted to a baby daddy, couldn't say anything to refuse, and casually tied up his wet hair with a headband.

California Qingguang originally wanted to tell the story of an ancient warrior, but at the end of the story, Song Si's bloody cold eyes were all in his mind. Slowly, the plot of the story began to develop in the direction of a horror movie.

The children are more daring, and the more they listen, the more excited they become. Some people like his stories. California Qingguang is also comfortable to tell, and his mouth is a little dry. Just as he wanted Yamabuki Kunihiro to pour him a cup of tea, he saw him wrapped in a corner. Sheets, shouting Tian Lingling, the mountain Bashi Kirihiro of Earth Lingling.

The person wrapped in the quilt would tremble in fear after a while, and the corners of California Qingguang's mouth twitched slightly.

After coaxing the children to sleep, Kunihiro Yamababa grabbed the sheets and slid out without saying a word, leaving only the sound of the sheets blowing in the cold night wind.

Yamabasaki Kunihiro suffered from insomnia. He opened his eyes and felt that there were people everywhere beside him, on top of his head, under the floor, and under the bed.

When it was unbearable, Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro ran to Song Si's door wrapped in a sheet. I don't know if it was because of Song Si's spiritual power, but Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro felt that this was the safest place in Honmaru.

Yamabuki Kirikokuhiro looked eagerly at the stars in the sky, which were rearranged by Song Si, and sighed slightly, but heard the sound of the door behind him being opened.

"It's very late." Song Si opened his mouth, and changed into a light blue kimono, which looked softer than usual.

Yamabasaki Kunihiro stood up, and just about to apologize, he yawned big.

"Sit down." Song Si went to the house to take off his coat, sat down next to Yamabuka Kirihiro, and took out the only tea set in the room: "Since you don't sleep, then drink tea to refresh yourself."

This time Song Si's tea ceremony had audiences. Seeing the hand holding the knife make a graceful movement, Yamabuki Kunihiro picked up the teacup and took a sip. The sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue. Yamaba Qie Guoguang's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Why don't you sleep so late?" Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro put down his teacup and asked.

In fact, it would be a lie to say that they are not curious. Yamabuka Kiri Kunihiro actually had a strong interest in what Song Si did today, but if he didn't get to the bottom of it, it was their greatest support as Fusangshen to the God-inspectors.

"Go and assassinate a person that the government doesn't like." Song Si raised his hand in front of his nose and sniffed, "The smell of drugs on that person is simply disgusting, and now the extremely disgusting smell is still around the tip of my nose .”

As he spoke, Song Si washed his hands again with the tea he had just brewed: "The fear that is about to overflow from your body, is it a nightmare?"

Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro: "...Yes."

chapter06

The unexpected blush on Yamabukiri's cheek made Song Si a little taken aback, he stretched out his hand and lightly pressed on Yamabukiri Kunihiro's shoulder, and the simpler memory appeared before Song Si's eyes.

It's just a ghost story that's not very scary at all, and it's worth the fear?

Seeing the faint smile on the corner of Song Si's mouth, Yamabuki Kunihiro coughed twice, trying to divert Song Si's attention, Song Si shook the wet tea on his hand.

"Shanbu Kirihiro." Song Si raised his head, and Shanbau Kirihiro saw the stars he had always liked in Song Si's eyes, nodded slightly in agreement, and then heard the man's question: "Your first time?" What did you think when you were bloodied once?"

I don't know how to reply to such words. It's been too long since the first blood stain. He doesn't remember much, but only remembers that the dry smell stained his whole body, and it smelled bad.

But for some reason, when it was suddenly mentioned, Yamabuchi Kunihiro remembered the fleeting excitement and excitement after being stained with blood at that time.

Seeing the look in Yamabuki Kunihiro's eyes, Song Si sighed slightly, and didn't say anything more.

After all, it is still a sword, and it is still different from him.

Song Si gently placed the teacup in his hand next to the teapot, and made a complete set. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the teapot's not delicate touch.

He is a puppet, a puppet that grew up with human emotions. The reason why he has not grown tall is probably because after being picked up by the killer in the bright red clothes, he was given only a little emotion.

The puppet is just a more effective killing tool without pain.

The sudden hostility in Song Si's eyes made Yamabuki Kirikuhiro's hand holding the teacup tremble slightly, and he stretched out his hand to gently put it on Song Si's shoulder.

Song Si raised his head abruptly, and there was a slight worry in Shanba Kiri Kunihiro's bluish green eyes, as if all the hostility on his body had been completely absorbed in these eyes.

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I have been a little too self-willed these days, and my emotions have been leaked casually, which is a complete negligence of duty.

Unlocking Yamabuki Kunihiro's hand, Song Si stood up without putting away the tea set.

"If you're still sleepy, make yourself some tea."

There was a faint sigh in the air.

Looking at the exquisite teapot, because it has been used for too long, Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro found that the teapot has been rubbed a little thin.

I imitated Song Si's movements to cook tea, took it to my mouth and tasted it, it didn't have the sweet taste just now, but it was a bit bitter to astringent.

Yamabuki Kunihiro gently put down the teacup just now, put his hands behind his head, and lay down on the wooden board in front of Song Si's door, quietly looking at the stars in the sky.

Since the last time the god judge used spiritual power to transform the sky, he has never seen the movement of these stars again. Those stars became very well-behaved in fear of the pressure of the god judge.

Still unable to sleep, but not daring to act alone outside, Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro wrapped himself in a sheet, wrapped himself into a rice dumpling in front of Song Si's door, and then slowly closed his eyes.

After a night of no dreams, the next day I saw California Qingguang wearing his daily kimono, standing in front of him with some laughter in his eyes: "Why are you sleeping here?"

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro stood up, patted the dirt on his body, pulled the quilt, and called it: "I am afraid that someone will invade, so I specially watch the night for the god judge."

If California Kiyomitsu didn't know that the outer layer of the main pill had a protective film given by the current affairs, no one would have entered here at all. I almost applauded Yamabuki Kunihiro's almost perfect excuse.

"Breakfast in the morning is ready." California Qingguang knocked on the door lightly, and the voice was not in a hurry, knocking slowly, and he didn't take back his hand until the inside answered yes.

Kunihiro Yamababa stared at Kiyomitsu for a long time, and finally asked what was wrong when Kiyomitsu couldn't bear the pressure, and Kunihiro Yamabusa turned his eyes away and muttered, "It should be me who woke up the master." .” Then he turned around and went to prepare the wash water for Song Si after waking up.

California Qingguang saw the tea set neatly placed at the door.

This thing should not belong to Yamabashi Kirihiro, but should belong to the owner. He knelt down and looked at the tea set quietly.

The purple clay pottery tea set is quite expensive, and it seems that it has been around for a while. California Qingguang stretched out his hand to take a teacup and looked at it carefully: "It is very expensive."

"I snatched it without spending any money."

Hearing the familiar voice from behind, California Qingguang stood up abruptly, the teacup in his hand was almost knocked over, Song Si squatted down and sorted out the extra tea sets.

Gently touching the tea set, he turned his head and glanced at California Qingguang: "I don't have an appetite today, so don't prepare me something to eat."

Song Si lowered his head and looked at the tea set in his arms, which he got from the first man he killed. When the master asked him to choose something to remember this moment, he chose this.

"Intentionally