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

The sunlight beside the dry well was just right, and half of it was covered by the big tree on the side, and the rest was warm and comfortable in the sun. Come to fetch water.

I don't know if it was because the bucket was too heavy and the child couldn't lift it up, so he glanced at Song Si for help, and then saw the man hanging up high, so indifferently that he had nothing to do with himself.

The child pursed his lips, tried two more times, then gave up what he had done just now in despair, squatted on the ground, and poked the floor hard.

Song Si looked intently, the child kneeling in the front yard that day was full of self-confidence, now his face was full of decadence, and there was an air of laziness on his body, not even the slightest bit of vitality that a child should have at that time No.

The bucket on the side was still on the side. Song Si coughed twice, stretched out his hand and put the bucket on the hook of the well. Although Song Si's strength was not strong, it was not comparable to this kind of kid. Soon, a bucket The water was brought up and placed in front of the child.

The child looked intently, saw Song Si's appearance, then stared straight at Song Si's wheelchair, then sighed, sat cross-legged on the dewy ground, biting a branch Sullenly silent.

He is even worse than a disabled person QAQ

The gift given back to Song Si by the five tigers, running with his calves bumpy, looking around while running, his eyes lit up when he saw Song Si, he ran forward and sprinted, and then he walked steadily It landed in Song Si's arms, sticking out its tongue, living like a puppy.

When he saw the child on the side, he bared his teeth, with a vicious look on his face, a bit like a fox pretending to be a tiger. When Song Si's hand touched its head, the little tiger quickly leaked his belly It came out with a comfortable snoring sound.

"Can I pet your little tiger?" After all, he was still a child, and he had no resistance to fluffy animals. He looked at the little tiger eagerly, completely forgetting about the unhappy things just now.

"I do not know you."

"I'm Tetsunosuke Ichimura, and I'm... Hijikata Toshizo's little letter."

The child muttered his head, and seemed a little dissatisfied with the title. He reached out and touched the little tiger's fur. After seeing the tiger's sharp teeth, he shrank his hand and scratched the back of his head: "Now it's a acknoledged."

Song Si stared at Shimura Tetsunosuke for a while, then looked at the small plum blossom print on the pure blue clothes on his body, twitched the corner of his mouth, lifted the back of the little tiger's neck, and then walked towards Shimura Tetsunosuke side toss.

For the title of the third little letter of the earth, it also aroused the dissatisfaction and extreme vigilance of Xiaoye Zuowen on the tree. He quickly jumped down from the tree and ran to Song Si's side, pushing Song Si's wheelchair. Lead elsewhere.

"You...don't bite me, it's not that I told your master not to want you." A childish wailing sound came from behind, and Song Si heard Xiao Ye's left-handed words saying "you deserve it" in a low voice, and licked his lips. lips, reached out and touched the little bandit's head, with a faint smile in his eyes.

In the end he was not completely abandoned, in the end he still had someone by his side.

Director Okita was wearing a white kimono, very similar to Song Si's blood-stained clothes at that time, Xiaoye Zuowenzi looked at it without blinking, as if remembering Song Si's serious injury at that time, his mouth twitched Leaving aside, he took Song Si's hand from the side, put it on his head, and touched it gently, which made him feel much better.

Shimura Tetsunosuke squatted on the spot and pulled the little tiger's ears, fighting wits and courage with the little tiger. When he saw Souji Okita, he pointed his ass at Souji Okita fiercely.

An awkward little brat.

Director Okita saw Song Si not far away and the little tiger among the assistants of Shimura Tetsunosuke, he leaned against a tree beside him, just quietly watching Shimura Tetsunosuke draw circles unwillingly lock up.

"That guy would actually give you his little tiger to play with." Mr. Okita brought up a topic. That man was very kind to this little tiger. He found the softest cotton for him when he first came to the Shinsengumi. This little tiger built a nest, which was very warm, but he didn't expect to throw it to such a brat so casually.

"Eh?" Tetsunosuke Ichimura pulled the little tiger's soft cheeks, looked at Souji Okita, and straightened his chest: "Master Ichimura, how can you not get what you want?"

"Although... except for being a member of the regular selection."

Before he finished speaking, the little tiger, who was dissatisfied with his cheek being pulled just now, bit Shimura Tetsunosuke's hand, gritted his teeth, broke free from his embrace with all his strength, and ran to lie down at Song Si's feet.

"Go back." Song Si lowered his eyebrows and looked at the little tigers around his feet, and called Xiao Ye Zuowen who was saying something in a daze beside him.

Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen came back to his senses, just as he was about to touch the handle of Song Si's wheelchair, someone took his hand, Sanri Yue Zong smiled and patted Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen's shoulder: "Five Tigers back to find you, here I come good."

I don't know if it's because of Sankai Yuezong's natural sense of oppression, Xiaoye Zuowenzi has always been very reassuring about this person, he glanced at Sankai Yuezong, nodded his head, and ran away.

"This morning..."

"Needless to say."

Song Si didn't want to mention what happened last night at all. His cheeks were slightly red, and even the roots of his ears were red. Three days Yue Zong looked at Song Si's appearance, laughed twice, and was stifled by the stares again. go back.

"Yaoyan told you to bask in the sun more, not to find a shaded place by the tree."

"Crap."

"Hahaha, when you get old, you will get used to long-winded words."

Sanri Yue Zongjin took out a piece of Jinpingtang from his arms, and under Song Si's suspicious eyes, he put his fingers around his mouth and shook it: "I secretly got an extra one from the presser Hasebe."

After taking the candy, Song Si put it in his sleeve. He wanted to save it until the next time he took the medicine. A Jinping candy could not relieve the bitterness at all, but made the bitterness more obvious.

Pushing Song Si to a sunny place, Sanri Yuezong took out a book from his sleeve. It was a storybook he read back to the five tigers yesterday. Song Si couldn't figure it out. When it came to the third day, Yue Zong looked forward to it.

"You...you don't want me to read this crap to you, do you?" After seeing Sanri Yuezong nod his head, Song Si ruthlessly threw the storybook into Sanri Yuezong's arms: "Get out, you How old are they?"

Sanri Yuezong looked at the storybook in his hand, pursed his lips and said, "Five Tigers are old, he's not young anymore." It's not the kind of age that can sleep with you, he's old enough just now Souji Okita became the ancestor.

Song Si looked at Sanri Yuezong for nearly half a moment, pushed the wheelchair forward by himself, didn't pay any attention to Sanri Yuezong, turned and left.

When he got near Souji Okita, Souji Okita raised his eyebrows, ran up to Song Si, and put the little tiger that was not taken away from Teng Shimura Tetsunosuke just now at Song Si's feet .

"Master Jin, today is our first troop out on patrol, do you want me to bring you something back?" Mr. Chong Tian rolled his eyes, sneaked up to Song Si, but kept Song Si very well. The distance that the shop can accept: "Do you want me to sneak back some dessert?"

He had seen it all just now, the appearance of that man hiding candy.

These words attracted Song Si's interest. He tilted his head, as if he was thinking about it. Mr. Okita watched the show, and talked about how many delicious foods there are around here, and which desserts have endless aftertaste.

A gold leaf was placed in the hands of Souji Okita, and the two people who had a sweet tooth but were controlled reached a consensus.

Director Chong Tian held the gold leaf in his mouth, and laughed at Yan Yan.

Who said that this person is not easy to get along with, and those who like sweets are not bad people.

Song Si sat in the same place, the little tiger was aggrieved and grabbed Song Si's trousers, waiting for Song Si to turn around to see his existence, Song Si stretched out his foot and lightly kicked the little tiger's buttocks, and then grabbed Get up and throw it beside the well: "Lick your hair clean, come here again."

The way Director Okita ran out bouncingly reminded Song Si of Qingguang in California at that time.

This is probably the reason why things are like masters.

Saying that, California Qingguang ran this way with his pigtails. When he saw Song Si, his eyes lit up. After Song Si was injured, he couldn't see his master very much, so he ran away. Come over, lie on Song Si's lap, coquettishly.

It's been a while since California Qingguang has acted like a baby with him. Song Si was taken aback by this act of coquettishness that he hadn't seen for a long time. He stretched out his hand and stroked California Qingguang's head. It's smooth.

Seeing Song Si touching other people's heads, the little tiger who was taking care of the dirt on his body stopped doing it in an instant, his face was full of jealousy, and then he pawed on the head of California Qingguang, pulling California vigorously. Clear hair.

Come on, someone is competing with the tiger, shameless!

Song Si watched the two people in front of him fighting, turned his head and left silently. Under the public, California Qingguang's image was completely gone, especially when he felt the disgust that was about to overflow from Song Si, California Qingguang put the hair on his head The little tiger grabbed it, looked at the little tiger with disheveled hair, and smiled sinisterly.

After going out to bask in the sun, his arms and legs didn't feel so stiff and cold. Song Si stood up slowly, the wound on his body was no longer uncomfortable, and he didn't feel the uncomfortable feeling of his body recovering a little bit.

I'm afraid those two people have returned to current affairs to discuss meritorious deeds and rewards. Oh, this is the most common fact in this world.

Horikawa Kunihiro walked forward with Izumi Mori Kanesada in his arms, looking at the wound on Izumi Mori Kanesada's abdomen, he took out a piece of talisman paper stolen from Song Si from his arms, although it would not be used, but it contained Horikawa Kunihiro stuck a large number of talismans to heal spiritual power on Izumi Mori Kanesada's wound.

"Mr. Kanae, I feel so bad." Kunihiro Horikawa carried the tall Izumi Mamoru on his back. At this moment, as the man said, he was hypocritically thinking about how he is now, whether he is dead or not. He even missed the touch of that little hand on his head there.

Tears fell drop by drop on the ground, but no one would tell him: "Don't cry."

When he left, he saw the scene, and he can still see it clearly when he closed his eyes when his eyes were sour. After all, he still killed innocent people.

"What's the pain?" Izumi Mori Kanesada coughed twice, with some blood foaming on his face: "One person's life is exchanged for the life of one of Honmaru's sword... We approached him with this purpose in the first place."

Horikawa Kunihiro didn't say a word, he just sat quietly beside Izumi Mori Kanesada, checked Izumi Mori's wound, and asked, "Where did you put the talisman given by Shizheng?"

Izumi Mori Kanesada coughed. He pointed to the sleeve, where a small piece of cloth was delicately sewn inside, which could not be seen from the outside at all. He tore apart the stitched silk thread, and Horikawa Kunihiro took out the cloth from the inside. A piece of golden talisman paper, stained with Izumi Shou's blood, quickly folded itself into a thousand paper cranes, and then flew to the top of the two people's heads, turning into a golden light.

When the two opened their eyes again, Horikawa Kunihiro saw a mechanical kingdom, and researchers hurried past everywhere in it: "Is this the current affairs?"

Soon, a woman in red walked in front of them, looked at the wound on Izumi Mori's body, and then nodded to the two researchers behind him, and the researchers set up Izumi Mori one by one on the left and the other on the right , Just when Izumi Shou was about to resist, he was given an injection by a scientific researcher on the side.

When the consciousness gradually slackened, Izumi Mori Kanesada finally saw the voice of Horikawa Kunihiro shouting.

"What are you doing?"

Horikawa Kunihiro shouted, but saw the woman in red in front of him smiling and patted him on the shoulder: "Isn't your Kanesan injured? Take it down to heal."

"Where are the other swords of our Honmaru?" Horikawa Kunihiro stared closely at the woman in front of him. Their hearts had been hanging in mid-air in that era, and now they quickly rushed forward to ask when they got the opportunity.

The woman in red rubbed her pointed chin, and realized it after half the time: "Ah, I promised you, all of them have been healed, and then I will send back your original pill."

Send back that Honmaru...?

Horikawa Kunihiro's eyes tightened, he looked at the machine beside him, subconsciously took a step back and chose to escape, he suddenly saw the direction Izumi Mori Kanesada left just now.

Will die, go back to the Honmaru, still be the master, even if the wound on the body is healed, he will still die, this group of people will not help at all, they just treat them as guinea pigs and watch them helplessly Die in tyranny.

"Let us go." Horikawa Kunihiro stared closely at the woman in front of him. The close-fitting handkerchief in his sleeve was the trace left after he wiped Song Si's blood off his body. This woman Isn't this what is needed?

The woman in red smiled, with a faint smile in her eyes, Horikawa Kunihiro pulled out the main body, and shouted loudly at the woman: "Let us go, otherwise..."

Horikawa Kunihiro would not be so stupid as to hand over the handkerchief directly. For this group of political personnel who wanted to get the gene of Song Si's blood, this was his last bargaining chip.

"Of course." The woman in red stretched out her hand and patted it. Izumi Mori Kanesada, who was taken away just now, stood in front of him. There was no trace of blood on her body. Neatly.

The woman smiled gently: "Give me that man's blood, and I'll give you a talisman that will make you leave."

Seeing Horikawa Kunihiro scrutinizing Izumi Mori Kanesada for any wounds, the woman smiled and said, "You asked me to heal the remaining group of swords, and I did. You'd better not push yourself too far."

The woman's smile made Horikawa Kunihiro shudder in front of him. He walked slowly to Izumi Mori Kanesada, and looked carefully, but saw that Izumi Mori Kanesada was completely strange when he looked at him.

"This is not my cum husband!"

At that moment, Horikawa Kunihiro backed away quickly. This was not his Mr. Kane. He looked at the woman questioningly, and the woman was a little disappointed: "It's a pity that you discovered it."

Before the words fell, the surrounding doors quickly fell.

"You are really disobedient."

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