[Comprehensive] Aunt lived for 2000 years

Tachibana Cheng thought he was the only one in the hot spring, so he enjoyed the bath and even hummed a song.

The voice is not too small, and it is also a random joke that has no tune.

Zong San couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth. He took a white bath towel and wrapped it around his waist. Under the loose monk robe, his figure was not at all inferior to that of his elder brother. Although he didn't have obvious muscles like Song Xian, but It can also be considered thin, and there should be a lot of muscles.Zongsan, who usually looks a little weak, is actually a Fusangshen with strong combat effectiveness.

Tachibana Cheng was holding the small basin, with a white towel wrapped around his waist to cover the important parts.

Although his body was dirty, he became in a good mood when he thought that he could take a comfortable bath and then go to sleep.

Don't think about what the press-cut Hasebe is for now, but think about it tomorrow.

Of course, it would be better if there were not so many troublesome things to bother myself in this pill.

Covered by the mist, Sozo, relying on his good eyesight, just watched Tachibana Cheng walk over carefully wearing wooden clogs, and then sat in the hot spring.

"Good evening, Master." Tachibana Cheng, who had just sat down, was taken aback by the melodious voice of Master.

He stood up quickly, squinting his eyes to find out who was talking in the fog.

"Here." Zong San Zuo Wenwen sat up straight, exposing his upper body, allowing Tachibana Cheng to see himself.

Zongsan, who had taken off his monk robe, had an aura of temptation to commit crimes. His chest exposed to the water was fair, and the black tattoo belonging to the devil was particularly obvious. Covering a little bit, he turned his head, and the water dripped down, leaving streaks of water stains.

"Ah... it's Mr. Zongsan... haven't you slept yet?" Tachibana Cheng looked over intently, then slowly came over and sat down leaning against the wall of the hot spring. He leaned against Zongsan, and the two of them The distance has shrunk to less than one meter.

"I can't sleep, so I might as well take a bath." Zong San lifted his hair and pulled it behind his ears, exposing his snow-white neck.

Tachibana Cheng nodded, and slid down, only the area above the chin was exposed on the water surface, and everything below the chin was submerged in the slightly ironed water, and the slightly longer hair tips were floating on the water surface.

Zong San was not a talkative person at all, he closed his eyes and sank his whole body to the bottom of the water.

It doesn't matter if Fu Sangshen stays under the water for a while. After the whole person sinks to the bottom of the water, Tachibana Cheng can't see Zongsan Zuo's writing on the bottom of the water clearly.

He didn't know why Zong San liked to sink himself down, no wonder he didn't see Zong San's left writing just now, otherwise he wouldn't be so surprised.

Fu Sangshen didn't have any entertainment activities at night, and usually went to bed early when he had no tasks. It was rare for Zong San Zuo Wenwen to go to bed for a long time.

What's more, I still go out to soak in the hot springs, soaking in it like dumplings, without taking it out for a breath.

Tachibana Cheng also wanted to sink like Zong Sanzuo's words, but he couldn't hold his breath, he had to come out for a breath after a while, unlike Zongsanzuo's words, he could stay at the bottom of the water at will.

Tachibana Cheng sat down again, and now only her nose was above the water, and her wet hair was floating on the water, spreading out with the waves.

I feel sleepy.

Tachibana Cheng closed his eyes, drowsy in the steaming mist.

Zong San Zuowenzi opened his eyes at the bottom of the water, he rolled over and sat up, his hair curled up with the flow of the water waves, and he rolled over behind him.

"Wow..." Tachibana Cheng opened his eyes with the slight sound of water flowing out.

Zong Sanzuomonji stood in the hot spring, the water surface just reached the position of his crotch, he lifted his foot and walked in front of Tachibana Cheng, Tachibana Cheng moved his eyes down, and quickly averted his eyes when he touched Zongsan Zuomonji's abdomen.

Even though it was wrapped in a towel, it looked terrible no matter what.

"I'm going back, do you want to go back?"

"Ah? No need, I'll meet again, I'll go back by myself later." Li Huacheng said to Zongsan Zuowen with his mouth exposed.

Zongsan Zuowenwen smiled, walked up the steps bypassing Tachibana Cheng, the wet towel was pressed against his body tightly, the bad arc made Tachibana Cheng couldn't help closing his eyes.

I have always known that Zong San Zuo's characters are good-looking, and the waist is thin and tightened at the waist, and then outlines a natural arc along the crotch, water drips from under the towel, along the clean thighs The roots slid down, bringing up strips of water marks.

It's a pity that Tachibana Cheng, the only one who could see this scene, dared not look at him in the water with his eyes closed. Zong Sanzuo Wenzi chuckled, picked up the inner suit placed by the hot spring, untied the towel on his crotch, and threw it on the The slight sound of the water-soaked towel falling on the ground made Tachibana Cheng shiver uncontrollably.

The atmosphere always feels weird.

Li Huacheng listened to the sound of Zong Sanzuo's writing and putting on clothes, and couldn't help but sink his whole body.

"The main hall?" Zong San Zuo Wenwen turned his head, knelt down by the hot spring, and reached out to fish out Tachibana Cheng: "Don't soak in it, it's easy to choke."

In the middle of the night, the woods on the back mountain were blown by the breeze, making a rustling sound, and the cool moonlight fell down, casting a silver-blue halo on Zongsan Zuowen's figure, Tachibana Cheng couldn't see the backlight clearly. With Zongsan's face, he had no choice but to sit up with the hand holding his arm following Zongsan's left writing.

Zongsan Zuowenzi sat beside him kneeling, and there was a small wooden basin by his feet, in which were the towels and other things that were tied around his crotch just now. A white jade comb with a moist luster.

Combs made of jade are very fragile and are usually used as ornamental objects, but this one is obviously not.

Tachibana Cheng took the comb that Zong San handed over, and couldn't help touching it.

It feels good in the hand, and the quality of jade is also good, but the only special thing is that the material of this comb is very similar to that of murderous stone.

When touching the comb, Tachibana Cheng only felt that the spiritual power in his hand and this arm seemed to be cut off.

The body that has been accustomed to the spiritual power becomes very dull after losing the spiritual power, but Zongsan Zuowenwen carries this comb with him.

"Don't you like the main hall?" Zong San's left text was backlit, Tachibana Cheng couldn't see his expression clearly, if he only listened to the emotion in his voice, he must be melancholy.

Is there anything special about this comb...?

Does he look special?

Facing the moonlight, you can see the fine patterns engraved inside, and those patterns finally merged into the knife pattern of Zong Sanzuo's characters, making this comb extraordinary.

Zong San Zuowen sighed, took the comb back, and put it in the basin that he carried with him.

"I'll go first." Zong San Zuo Wenwen picked up the basin, bowed slightly to Tachibana Cheng, then turned and left.

The sound of clogs hitting the ground became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in this silent night.

Tachibana Cheng stood in the pool for a while, but still didn't want to continue soaking, took a towel and wiped it carelessly, then put on her bathrobe and went out.

It was still a bit cold at night, Tachibana Cheng shivered from the night wind, wiped her hair with a towel, and quickened her pace with a small basin in her arms.

This Honmaru has already fallen asleep.

Kasen Kanesada was still waiting for him at the door, and left after seeing him come back, Tachibana Cheng opened the door of his room, and found that the room already had a laid bedding, ginger tea that had just been brewed, and Exuding dense heat.

Tachibana Cheng put the small basin aside, and picked up the cup of ginger tea.

This group of fusangshen's thoughts are really unclear.

Just a little bit of intention to reconcile, they all exuded kindness towards themselves.

But... I can't bear to pursue it any further.

But just not pursuing it does not mean that he will forget.

What they have done, they always have to pay back.

However, apart from Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, Tsurumaru never came. Although Imaken Yakuken is not dead now, he doesn't know where to go. Even if he wants to do something, he has no one to do it with.

So for now just drop everything and get along with them.

He took a sip of ginger tea and turned off the lights in the room.

Hasebe saw from a distance that Tachibana Cheng's room was getting dark, and then dragged his exhausted body back to the room.

He didn't dare to resist Uta Sen Kanesada at all.

He was able to beat Uta Sen Kanesada, but it was only because of guilt that he dared not fight back. He was beaten four times and was seriously injured before he could relieve his anger. with.

Drunk himself, actually did such an excessive thing.

Moreover, he got the soup on the Lord, so he must be punished, otherwise he would not even be able to face the God Judge.

Fortunately, Tachibana Cheng fell asleep soon, and Hasebe returned to his messy room, tidied up the room, and put away the bed. He looked at the bowl of hangover soup on the table that was still more than half left , Pick it up and drink it in one gulp.

Tomorrow, just go and apologize.

At this time, Yakiri Hasebe also calmed down, and began to think about why he was drunk.

It seems to be a bonbon given to Himself by the Lord.

Who gave the liqueur chocolate.

Jiro Tachi.

Wait, Jiro Taidao, see you tomorrow in the hand match room.

Not only Hasebe, but other people have this idea.

Jiro Tachi sneezed in his sleep.

Early the next morning, when Jiro woke up, he was taken to the Shuai room by Hasebe.

"Huh? It's so early, are we the two of us today?" Jiro followed Hasebe to the hand room in a daze.

"Hehe." Pressed Hasebe smiled, "Yesterday was the liqueur chocolate you gave to the Lord."

"Ah! That's right! I gave it to Xiao Chengcheng. I said why my thickened liqueur chocolate disappeared. No, I gave it the normal one... Could it be that I gave it wrong?!" Panicked: "Little Master, are you all right?"

"It's okay." Hasebe, who was cutting, took Jiro Tachi into the hand room: "I ate the chocolate."

"That's it, then I'm relieved." Jiro Tachi heaved a sigh of relief.

"However, to give this kind of food to the Lord—" Jiro Tachi hurriedly pulled out the wooden knife placed in the hand room to hold the knife that cut Hasebe.

"Why are you so fierce, I haven't said why you eat what I gave to the little master—"

"If you eat it, you're finished." Hasebe, who was pressed and cut, was furious: "I was drunk after eating one, let alone the Lord."

Jiro looked confused.

For breakfast, Jiro Tachi didn't eat it.

Taro Tachi ate his breakfast without moving.

"Brother Zong San?" Xiao Ye looked at the jade-white comb pinned to Zong San's bun.

Zong San Zuo Wenwen would not wear other accessories except the Buddha beads and the tassels on his ears. Today Zong San Zuo Wenwen put this comb on his head, which is not quite right.

"The old friend returns, the first acquaintance."