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

"surreptitiously……"

Although Mr. Okita thought of this incident, the corners of his mouth twitched by Song Si's description. He looked at the blood-stained clothes and took out a dessert wrapped in oiled paper from the cabinet beside him. , smiled and said: "I can't eat here, I can't stand the taste here, why don't I go outside to taste it?"

Before the words fell, I saw Tetsunosuke Ichimura break in, his face full of doubts and anger.

"Then you settle the matter first, I'll wait for you outside."

Song Si pushed the wheelchair and left from Shimura Tetsunosuke's side, the child turned around and called Song Si.

"Why didn't you help at that time, that little girl is so pitiful."

Song Si's wheelchair was forced to stop, looked at the little one in front of him, and smiled sarcastically: "I have enemies, and I'm afraid you are not a fool for exposing myself to the sun for you."

"But...but..." The child's lips were trembling, and he shook his body. He looked at Souji Okita beside him: "That wouldn't kill that person, right? That person begged for mercy."

While talking, Shimura Tetsunosuke looked at the clothes on the shelf beside him, and the blood on them made Shimura Tetsunosuke question loudly.

Song Si looked at Souji Okita, with sympathy in his eyes, this kid is no longer stupid, it should be said that he is so stupid, he pushed the wheelchair around Tetsunosuke Ichimura and walked out of Souji Okita's room .

As soon as he left the room, he saw Sanri Yue Zongjin standing in front of him. The man stretched out his hand against the light. Song Si bit his lower lip and took his hand away from the wheelchair. Take this position.

"So you came here for dessert?"

After the little secret was discovered, Song Si turned his head to look at Sanri Yue Zongjin. This person has always been the strictest person in controlling his desserts. People really can't agree. Haven't tried it."

"Hahaha, then we can't tell Yaqie and Yaoyan." Sanri Yue Zongjin looked at Song Si's appearance, touched his chin, enjoyed Song Si's eyes staring at him for a while, and then smiled slightly.

Having found an alliance, Song Si was confidently pushed into the sun by Sanri Yue Zongjin, basking in the sun and waiting for Director Okita.

When Shimura Tetsunosuke ran out with flustered eyes, Song Si saw Souji Okita after him, he lifted the oiled paper bag in Yang's hand, and when he saw Mikazuki Mune approaching, he let out a loud cry, as if he was being beaten by his parents. Finding out that he was leading someone else's child, he pushed Song Si: "You have been found out!"

Song Si looked at the figure of the child running away: "What? The education is finished."

"Little kid, I haven't killed anyone yet, I'm just not used to it, and I'll be good when I get used to it in the future." Seeing that Mikazuki Zongjin didn't stop him, Director Okita rubbed his hands, looking extremely expectant: "Where are we now?" start?"

Sitting on the roof, the Shinsengumi can directly see the whole scene here, but Song Si only has the small oil paper bag in his eyes, he can't wait to stretch out his hand, twist a piece and put it in his mouth, and then caressed the cheek , narrowing his eyes, he looked extremely satisfied.

Sanri Yuezong shook his head, looked at the same appearance of the two people, wiped away the debris from the corners of Song Si's mouth, and served tea and water when Song Si was thirsty. It should be the relationship between the master and subordinate, but I don't know where it feels weird.

Shaking his head, driving this weird feeling out of his mind, Souji Okita also begged for tea from Mikayue who was beside him, and poured those dry desserts into his stomach along with the slightly bitter tea.

A small package of desserts was swallowed by the two of them, and then they lay side by side on the roof, Director Chong Tian turned to look at Song Si: "Brother, I thought you would suddenly be unable to leave within a few days It's over."

Song Si coughed lightly twice, but didn't speak. It's only been a few days since this person was hostile at the beginning to calling him brother and brother now.

"It's just an injury." Sanri Yue Zongjin smiled, took a blanket from the side, folded it, and put it under Song Si's head, and then put a heater in his hand, making the corner of Okita's mouth twitch.

The weather is not cold, and this person is dressed thickly, even holding a winter heater, how afraid of the cold must he be?

"After you recover from your injury, do you want to compete with me?" Director Okita exhaled, watched the white mist dissipate in the air, and made a mischievous face at Song Si, just like Qingguang from California appearance.

"You can't beat me."

"It's too much. Although it's the truth, I still feel a little complicated when you say it so directly."

Song Si didn't mean to apologize at all: "I'm really sorry, I told the truth."

God damn it is telling the truth, isn't that what it means to tell the truth!

Okita Souji didn't say anything anymore, he sat up from the roof in a bit of frustration, then snorted heavily from his nose, and then jumped off the roof: "I won't share desserts with you again in the future."

Touching his bulging belly, Song Si licked the corner of his mouth, with a smile in his eyes: "Okay, I have no objection."

Feeling upset, Okita Souji ran to Hijikata Toshizo's room, dug out from the cabinet the haiku that Hijikata Toshizo wrote when he was bored, and then quietly put it under Shimura Tetsunosuke's pillow.

He is upset!There must be someone who is unhappy with him!

Song Si was very comfortable in the sun, he spread it flat, letting most of the sun shine on his face.

Sanri Yuezong looked at Song Si's appearance, and felt that if this person had a tail, he would definitely bury himself in the tail now, and then flick the tip of the tail.

After Song Si felt comfortable, he slowly sat up from the roof, and when he saw Sanri Yuezong approaching, he asked suspiciously, "Why are you still here?"

"..." Sanri Yue Zongjin was asked a little bit at a loss as to how to answer, where should he be if he is not here?

Song Si stood up, stepped on the uneven wall to the ground, Yuan sat in the wheelchair, a little sleepy, he took a deep breath, then closed his eyes, planning to sleep on him until the sky was dark.

On the third day, Yue Zong tapped on his toes, jumped to the ground, pushed Song Si forward slowly, and said with a smile, "I have to brush my teeth well when I go back."

Song Si didn't say a word, but seemed to be asleep. If it wasn't for the fact that the stove was a little hot and the man's fingers curled up slightly, San Ri Yue Zongjin really thought that the man had fallen asleep.

"Ah, I'm asleep. It seems that I can't brush my teeth anymore." Sanri Yuezong whispered softly, which relieved Song Si's tense nerves.

The feeling of foam in his mouth is not very good. In the past two days, he has been forced to brush his teeth after eating every day except in the morning and evening. These people treat him like an underage child. It's for his own good, but it's not easy to say it.

When inside the house, Song Si was lifted up by Mikazuki Zongjin and put him in the bed, Song Si breathed a sigh of relief, listening to Mikazuki Zongjin looking at Yaken Toshiro who was holding the medicine bowl, put his hand to his mouth gently She touched it: "I'm already asleep, let's warm this medicine first."

I have to say that sometimes Sanri Yue Zongjin really suits his appetite. He just finished eating dessert, and now he will feel bitter in his mouth when he eats anything, not to mention the bitter medicine.

Mikazuki Sokami gently closed the door behind him, and put the teacup in Yaken Toshiro's hands, he glanced at Yaken Toshiro, and saw Yaken's unsteady expression that was completely different from usual .

"What happened?" Mikazuki Mune smiled gently at Yakuken Toshiro, then took the main body out from the side room and pinned it to his waist: "Do you need help?"

Yaken Toshiro looked at the well-covered gate, and nodded at Mikami Tsukimune. They have nothing to do now, and they don't know what to do.

Mikazuki Zongjin might be able to give them an idea.

Yaken Toshiro stood in front of the short knife's house, sighed, he looked at Mikazuki Sokichi beside him, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, and the people inside made Mikazuki Sokichi stop.

"Zong Sanzuo's writing?"

Looking at the pink-haired man holding Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen and lightly touching his head, Mikazuki Zongjin was taken aback for a moment, and he quickly closed the door.

This Honmaru no longer welcomes foreign swords and swords. Once Song Si finds out that Zong San Zuo Wenwen came here, this person's life will not last long.

"Brother." Xiaoye Zuofuji called Zongsan Zuofuji, who is also the sword of Oda Nobunaga, Zongsan Zuowen has not been used many times because he has become a symbol of the world, but Shizheng has worked hard in this regard. Zong San was smelted into a human form.

"I'm here." Zuo Wenwen's family loves the kid the most. Zong San Zuo Wenfu doesn't usually smile very much, but when Xiao Ye Zuo Wenfu raised his head, he smiled softly.

Sanri Yue Zongjin frowned fiercely at the reunion in front of him: "May I ask what is your purpose for coming here?"

Zongsan pursed his lips, looked at Sanriyue Zongjin, chewed the words in his mouth twice, and said through biting his back molars: "I came here to bring you something as entrusted by someone."

In the faint narration, Sanriyue Zongjin understood the meaning of Zong Sanzuo's words, he chuckled, but instead of the usual warmth, there was only a coldness in it: "Those two people who harmed my lord? "

Zong San Zuofen lowered his head, his pink hair was hanging quietly by his side, before he could speak, Xiao Ye Zuofufu in his arms struggled to open Zong San Zuofunc's warm embrace, when he looked at Zong San, there was displeasure in his eyes solution look.

"I don't want it." Xiaoye Zuowen ruthlessly interrupted Zong Sanzuo's words, his eyes were fierce, as if thinking of those two people made him feel sick: "Those people are ungrateful, they are not good people."

The vicious curse was uttered from Xiaoye Zuowenzi's mouth, but the swordsmen on the side nodded at the same time, Zongsan Zuowenwen sighed, and there is no way to do it if the way is different.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga sat aside, leaning against the screen and raising his eyebrows, he stretched out his hand and stuffed Sayo Zuofuji into his arms, then smiled at Sosan Zuofuji and said, "Although it's not good to say that, But when we saw you, we didn't beat you to death, all because of this brat's face."

Zong San Zuo Wenwen took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, which was thoroughly stained with blood, and he handed it to Yaken Toshiro: "This is the blood of your master, a political leader at the time. Horikawa Kunihiro was imprisoned When I got up, I secretly stuffed it to me and asked me to bring it back. I will figure out a way myself, but I advise you to pay attention to your master’s blood in the future, and don’t let people with malicious intentions pick it up.”

Sanriyue Zongjin's expression softened a lot. As long as he was kind to Song Si, he could always accept it quickly. Put this piece: "I'll give it to you, it's not easy to come here."

"No, I'm leaving first." Zong Sanzuoziwen took out a small orange flower from nowhere and stuffed it into Xiaoyezuofuji's hand, then reached out and touched Xiaoyezuofuji's head: "I'm going Come again in a while."

Sosan Zuomonji looked around at the appearance of the Shinsengumi when he left, and thought that Saya Zuomonji could live a good life here. Thinking about it this way, he felt at ease. Maybe it would be better not to drag them into this matter. best result.

When he turned his head, Zong San saw a strange appearance. The man was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were dead silent, as if he was trying to suck away the life of a person, making him unable to breathe. Zong San Zuowen subconsciously put his hand to the hilt.

A black shuriken ran down his cheek, cutting his hair, and the pink hair fell to the ground, like cherry blossoms falling to the ground.

"People from Shizheng?" Song Si didn't recognize the sword in front of him. He held a shuriken in his hand, and the black pupils in his eyes were full of killing intent. The overwhelming killing intent made Zong San Zuowen feel strong pressure.

There was a chill in the air, and Zong San Zuowen suddenly withdrew his hand from the handle of the knife. His mission was to come here to destroy the marching army and bring back a new sword. He came here to bring a word.

This person in front of him is the target of current affairs, but not the target of Zong Sanzuo's writing.

What's more, this is Xiaoye's current owner.

"Sorry to interrupt, I'm just here to exchange some things." Zong San's left writing was put on the left chest, placed on the heart, and the appearance of saluting was quite aristocratic.

Song Si stared at Zong Sanzuo's text in front of him. He smelled a familiar smell, took two deep breaths, and looked at the person in front of him: "You are in the same pill as those two idiots."

"court death."

Before Song Si finished speaking, the shuriken in his hand was shot out quickly, but Zong San Zuo Wenwen did not resist, and the shuriken was still inserted into his body.

Looking at the person in front of him, the pain was not very serious, and he didn't need treatment. This person showed mercy. Zong Sanzuo realized this, and saluted Song Si: "I'm really sorry."

Seeing the reverent look in the eyes of the person in front of him, Song Si's eyebrows were almost wrinkled together. He put his hands in his sleeves and hugged the stove: "Stay away from here, and tell you people from Honmaru to show up here again." I will break all of you one by one with my own hands."

Watching Zong Sanzuo's words leave, Song Si understood that he didn't say the apology to Song Si just now, but said it to Song Si on behalf of those two idiots.

These two words seemed to be insulting him, Song Si spat fiercely at the side, and then trembled all over, when he came back to his senses, Song Si turned his head and saw the rest of him sword.

Those swords seemed to feel a lot of guilt towards him for concealing and not reporting things, especially Xiaoye Zuowenzi. He was afraid that Song Si would not want him, so he ran up a few steps, and then hugged Song Si's body tightly. I'm angry, I won't tell you about my brother's arrival in the future, I just haven't seen my brother for a long time."

Xiaoye Zuowen hadn't said such a long sentence for a long time, so the explanation was endless. He put Song Si's hand on his hand with all his strength, and then clenched it tightly.

Song Si glanced at Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen. For some reason, Song Si couldn't get angry about this group of short knives. In the end, he reached out and touched Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen's head: "Just this time, don't make another example."

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