[comprehensive person] resignation

No, didn't he meet Nuliang Liban once before?

Is there a problem with timing?

He ran to some time before the goodbye?

And this nuliang carp partner is a little bit wrong.

"Have we met? I don't remember when it happened." Zhongli asked with an innocent face.

Nuliang Liban has been staring at his expression, Naihe's wrinkled acting is really good, even if he is deceiving, he still has a dazed look on his face, it looks very real, it doesn't seem like he is cheating, and even makes Nuliang Li Ban was suspicious for a moment, did he really admit it wrong?

Impossible, such a face, there can be no second one in the world.

Besides, even if he misidentified his face, he would not misjudge that this delicate and gorgeous outfit was not something that Japan could produce.

Neither the fabric nor the exquisite embroidery can be produced by the current technology. The dress style is very strong, spacious but not bloated, elegant and elegant, which always gives people a sense of leisure.

Nuliang Liban stared at Zhongli Cixin, looked at Zhongli Cixin for a while, and then said: "Ah, don't you remember? It doesn't matter, first fulfill the marriage contract, and then slowly think about it."

Zhongli Cixin: ...

"It's said that you misunderstood the person. I'm a man, and regardless of my age, I can be your grandpa. How could I marry you?" Zhongli Cixin looked at whether you were stupid, and stared at Nuliang Li Companion said.

Nuliang Liban smiled and said: "I know, didn't you say that if I grow up and want to marry you, you will marry me?"

Zhongli Cixin: No, I never said such a thing!

Wait, this guy is not the Nuliang Liban he knew before!

He absolutely never said anything like that to his young Nuliang Kaiban.

The long-term confrontation with his grandson has allowed him to develop a good wording habit, so it is impossible to leave such an obvious handle.

"It's impossible for you to say this to a child, you're really mistaken!" Zhongli said angrily, "Besides, I really haven't seen you before."

Nuliang Liban smiled, let go of his hand and said: "Okay, then again, I am Nuliang Liban, how about you?"

Zhongli Cixin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied: "I am Ye Cixin..." Wait... I seem to have been fooled again!

Sure enough, Nuliang Li accompanied him with a smile and said, "Ah, Ye Cixin, what a coincidence, even the names are the same, so see you next time, Mr. Ye."

After saying that, he left, and took away Zhongli Cixin's mask, and put it on on his own.

It feels really bad, as if the long-term camouflage vest has been forcibly torn off, it's too bad.

Zhongli couldn't help but cover his face.

The proprietress who had been watching for a long time looked at Zhongli Cixin, stared at his face for a while, and asked, "Do you still want a mask?"

Zhong Lici was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that his mask had been taken off.

Ah, that brat, you took off my vest and my mask.

Facing the Prajna mask offered by his boss Nian, Zhongli Cixin chose to refuse. He also has a fox mask, which he ordered when he went out to play in the last Honmaru.

After putting on the mask, Zhongli Cixin followed the waitress to the reserved room.

The room is quite large and empty, with only a small table, tea and a plate of snacks, and a small screen as decoration.

Open the paper window on one side, there is a railing outside, and you can see the scenery of the downtown not far away. Looking at it like this, it makes people feel that this place is quite lively. People are coming and going outside. Although it is noisy, it is also full of vitality.

Edo period ah.

That night, Zhongli couldn't fall asleep because he sensed a very disgusting evil spirit.

Zhongli got up from his heart and changed into a black outfit with narrow sleeves and a high collar and a slim fit, and a silver-gray cloak with a dead tree embroidered with silver thread on the cloak.

He put on the mask, paired with [Xueyan] double knives, put on black iron crocodile leather short boots, opened the paper window, looked at the quiet street and the pedestrians in twos and threes, after a little perception, he knew that no one around him noticed him At that time, he jumped up, stepped slightly in the void, jumped out of the window, and in the night sky, he almost merged with the night.

Flying through the air, his body was as light as a bird, following his evil spirit, he came to a roadside and saw a very disgusting monster.

Zhongli Cixin noticed that there was a monster coming, so he didn't stop.

This monster has a very faint demonic aura, more of a disgusting smell, I can't tell.

A newborn monster?

It's not the same as the monsters I've seen or known before.

And this atmosphere seems to be vaguely connected from somewhere in the city.

Want to go and have a look?

Zhongli Cixin followed the trail.

This large house can be said to be a wealthy family, and it is quite lively with people coming and going, and there are many people.

Zhongli Cixin took out a brooch that concealed his figure and put it on, and the hidden figure sneaked in quietly.

However, when Zhongli Cixin saw a person who seemed to be the head of the family, he almost choked on his own saliva.

This unscientific body shape, this guy is a giant!

Why are these people not surprised at all that this Yamamoto is such a big man?

Is this guy mutant?

Zhongli Cixin stared at Yamamoto Goro Zaemon who was three times taller and ten times bigger than him with a dazed expression.

The name is strange, and the person looks strange.

stunned.

At this time, I should bring Tsurumaru Kuninaga with me, huh... I don’t seem to have forged Tsurumaru Kuninaga yet?

It seems that I will continue to forge the knife when I go back.

Zhong Lici rubbed his fingers heartily.

This group of people gathered here in Yamamoto seems to be playing a game called Hundred Monogatari.

Listening to the boring stories that only had the color of killing, Zhongli suddenly thought of a story.

So, he took out a voice changer and stuck it on his chin, which can change the spoken word into the sound the user wants.

Ze Zhongli thought about it, recalled it, and decided to use the voice of his grandson's general ghost story. After all, he also heard this story from his grandson.

When Yamamoto Gorozaemon finished telling the story, blew out the candles, and was about to draw it, a voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Then it's my turn to tell the story..."

Yamamoto Goro Zaemon was stunned, wondering, "Who is talking?"

In the next second, he heard someone whispering in his ear: "It's me~"

"Can't you see me?" After the words fell, all the torches were extinguished. It was obviously summer, but it made people feel a little cold.

"In Heian capital, there is a painter who is very good at painting, and everyone who sees it is envious."

"Someone paid a lot of money to buy it, asking an artist to paint a portrait of his daughter."

"The thick gold, and the precious paper and pen, made the painter have to agree."

"The businessman was very happy. He invited the painter into his home and brought him to his daughter's place."

"The girl was shy and shy and refused to meet people, so the businessman ordered someone to fetch a floor-to-ceiling silver mirror. Through the mirror, the painter saw the girl's appearance."

"That's such a beautiful face."

"She is as white as the first snow, and her long black hair is like a river in the night, with a gloomy light. Her lips are like red cherry blossoms, tender and soft, and her eyebrows and eyes are slightly lowered, just like a woman's proper obedience."

"This is a noble and beautiful girl. The gorgeous twelve sheets embellish her innocence, which makes people unable to bear to write."

"The painter looked at the girl obsessively, and then began to paint."

"But he found that he couldn't paint the girl's beauty. The black ink stained the girl's innocence, and the colored paint became the girl's stain. The painter painted again and again, tried again and again, and worked hard."

"He forgot the time. When his body was not strong enough to support him, the blood dripped from his nose and dripped onto the drawing paper, smudged into a bright red, just like the bright facial features of that girl."

"Yes, that's the color."

"The painter said happily."

"In order to paint this color, the painter found that he had to use red, but the red pigment was too bright and not stable enough, unlike the dark color that would become after blood dries up, so he looked at his hand, but how could he hurt himself? Well, he was injured and couldn't paint."

"The painter looked outside the door, it was getting dark."

"The painter got up and went back to his bedroom. He looked at his wife. She was old, with rough hands and wrinkles around her eyes. She was no longer as beautiful as before. So he walked over, grabbed his wife's neck, and took her killed."

"He cut his wife's neck open, took out the still warm blood, and returned to the studio overnight to paint."

"But the painting is so-so, there is not enough blood."

"The rest of the blood has coagulated, and the color drawn by adding water is wrong. The wife's body is already frozen, and the blood has not flowed out much. It is not as good as before."

"At this time, the painter saw his daughter who had just woken up. His daughter was stupid, stupid, not beautiful at all, not as cute as a young girl, so he walked over, hugged her under the ignorant eyes of his daughter, and then He tied her up, gagged her, put her next to his wife's corpse, bled her ankle, and in order to prevent his daughter from dying, he bandaged the wound before going to paint."

"This time, he went very smoothly. Every time the blood ran out, he went to find his daughter, leaving one wound after another on her body."

"The painter finally finished the painting smoothly."

"When he gave the painting to the merchant, the merchant was stunned."

"The businessman said: 'Oh, this is amazing, my daughter is literally alive, thank you so much for allowing me to see her face again.'"

"The painter didn't understand why the businessman made such a statement, and asked, 'Didn't you meet Ji Jun before? Could it be that he died of illness?'"

"The businessman sighed: My poor daughter passed away a year ago. What you saw last time was one of my concubines. I let her wear my daughter's clothes. She felt embarrassed, so she refused to come forward. Seeing that he didn't believe it, the businessman called someone to bring the concubine here."

"The painter was stunned, but what he painted was clearly the woman he saw that day, and it was not like the one born by this concubine."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, I will enter the third update of V.

Well, this story never ends... I really can't tell a story