Ya-kun's Honmaru is a bit weird

Nami Asahi was taken to a relatively remote courtyard by two fusangshen, because everyone in Honmaru was dedicated to their duties, and even such a remote place still had a pleasant view.

Sitting on the porch, Asahinami was stuffed with a piece of strawberry Daifuku bought from Wanwu by Anding in his hand, leaning against him tightly, and was fiddling with Kiyomitsu with his beautifully manicured nails, he asked hesitantly.

"Today, don't you need to do official documents?"

Usually at this time, he would see Yaoyan coming on time, he thought secretly.

"Yaoyan won't be here, master has a day off today." Qingguang seemed to know what he was thinking, and replied lightly, and then stretched out his slender fingers to point.

"Not only Yaoken, Bone Ghou, Catfish Tail, Luan... Fujishiro's family will not come."

"En?" The judge tilted his head slightly, and some didn't understand why he mentioned other Toshiro-kun.

Qing Guang withdrew his hand, took out a bottle of red nail polish from his pocket, and said, "The master dotes on them too much, and occasionally cares about me...and An Ding." The black-haired boy who was pinched secretly added.

Putting the nail polish in Nami Asahina's hands, she said with sparkling eyes, "Master, help me paint my nails."

"...I won't." Nami Asahina looked at him hesitantly while holding the nail polish, seeing the clear and bright eyes dimming in an instant, she said hastily, "I'll try!"

After eating Daifuku in two or three bites, he unscrewed the nail polish bottle with a puffy face. The bright red nail polish made a cut on the boy's plump nails, and Asahina carefully applied it one by one.

He remembered that when he was very young, he saw Guang Guang painted his nails with red nail polish, because it looked so beautiful, and he also begged Guang Guang to help him apply it.

At that time, Guangguang stopped what he was doing, ignored the wet nail polish, hugged him and sat on his lap, with his pointed chin resting on his head, he could vaguely feel it against his bare chest. His chest vibrated when he laughed, and he said in his magnetic voice, "When you grow up, can I wipe it off for you?"

The tedious thoughts made the young judge a little lost in thought.The hand that rested lightly on the palm was a little cold, with a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips.

It's not at all the same as Guangguang's hand that often holds the pen.

Lowering his eyes, the smeared area also began to exceed the boundary. After finishing smearing one hand absently, Asahinami took a look before noticing Kiyomitsu's already horrific hand.

"Yes, sorry..."

As he spoke, he put the nail brush casually on the corridor, and Yamato Morita's eyelids twitched.Picking up the paper towel, I was about to rub it on California Tsinghua's nails, and California Qingguang's eyelids twitched.

Sighing slightly, the two stopped the examiner's movements respectively. Qing Guang flicked his half-dried nails and looked at them with joy, without any dislike for the red nail polish that went out.

"The master wiped it for me." He said and raised an eyebrow provocatively at An Ning who was screwing on the nail polish bottle, and An Ding looked at the messy nail polish on his nails and sneered.

"...I'm sorry." Nami Asahina, who knew she was indifferent, tugged at her clothes in embarrassment, but Qingguang smiled and took the hand he had just wiped his nails to his lips, and kissed it lightly.

"I like everything the master gives."

"..." Naya Asahina moved her hand, then withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and sneaked a glance at Yamato Shou Anding who was leaning on the colonnade. After finding that the young man was still expressionless, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone in Honmaru always does something that makes him feel strange, but these things seem to be normal to the people in Honmaru.

The young interrogator said that his worldview had loosened a bit.

One person and two knives got tired of crooked in the courtyard for a while, Asahi Nami couldn't sit still. There were no games or anything like that in Honmaru, so it's really embarrassing for a teenage child to sit all the time, especially in the The two Fusangshen were by his side, because the way they got along also made the child unconsciously relax the heart that had become cautious because of other things in the past few days.

At this moment, the child's playful nature is instantly exposed.

"Master, come and play with the rope."

Kiyomitsu was the first to take out a long red rope, and gestured in front of Naya Asahina.

Nami Asahi looked at the red rope and shook her head. Even the little girl in the neighbor's kindergarten didn't play with this kind of thing anymore.

Fu Sangshen, who was secretly scorned by the judge, put away the red rope in disappointment.

An Ding thought for a while, took out four small sandbags from his arms, and suddenly turned upside down in the air.Sure enough, as he expected, the eyes of the God Judge were attracted by the things in his hand.

"Wow! Yamato Mori-san is amazing!" The eyes of the young judge opened wide, and the whole little face suddenly came alive, very cute.

"..."

So what is the difference between this trick and what he just did!

California Qingguang gritted his teeth secretly, watching An Ding stretch out his hand and pull the judge to sit in his arms, put his hands under Nami Asahina's, and led him upside down.

Yamato Mamoru put his chin slightly on the judge's head, and the light pink fur somewhat blocked his view. When he blew lightly, the dumb hair lay softly on the other side, just like his master.

She laughed a few times to herself, and gradually stopped what she was doing. The person in her arms turned around, grabbed his clothes with both hands, and looked up at him with sparkling brown eyes that were somewhat excited.

"It's amazing, Yamato Mori-san is awesome!"

An Ding raised his hand and rubbed his light pink soft hair, his smile became charming because of the tear mole at the corner of his eyes, "Master just call me An Ding."

Asahi Nami was suddenly taken aback by his smile, and when he realized it, his face suddenly turned red. He opened his mouth a few times, and finally made a weak voice like a mosquito, "An Ding... Sang." After finishing speaking, he suddenly He turned his back and covered his face.

Everyone in Honmaru is so beautiful, Mi's eyes are going to be dazzled! (ω<*?)

Asahi Nami opened her fingers slightly, and peeked at Qingguang from between her fingers. She had a pointed chin, red lips, a high nose bridge, delicate brows, fiery red eyes, and reddish eyes. Eye sockets...huh? !

He let go of his hand, looked carefully and found that he was not dazzled, "California Sang... what's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, when I asked myself, Qing Guang's eye sockets became more intense, and there was a faint glint of water.

Huh huh huh huh? !

Asahi Nami waved his hands in a panic, and just stood up, the person behind him made him sit back in his arms with force, and was a little confused by the fresh smell around him, he raised his head and shouted suspiciously, "Stability mulberry?"

He raised his head and didn't see that a certain black-haired boy with red eyes secretly gave a hard look with a calm expression on his face.Kiyomitsu saw that the plan was going to fail and turned to Naya Asahina's chest.

"Master is too much, calling An Ding so close, calling me so estranged, and the two of them having so much fun don't take me with them!"

The words that should have been very girlish came out of Qingguang's mouth, but there was no sense of disobedience. On the contrary, the young judge really blamed himself and apologized to him with deep empathy.

When I was at home, because I was the youngest, the other brothers didn't take him when they played and talked, although their smiles were a little... um... wretched?

Naya Asahi thought with some uncertainty.

At this time, Qing Guang, who was buried in his chest, suddenly raised his head, stared at his chest in a daze, poked his head out behind An Ding, who was holding him in his arms, and saw that Qing Guang had been staring at the child's chest, his eyelids twitched, and he looked up. Protect it with your hands.

However, when he touched his chest, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback. Without thinking about it, he directly stretched his hand through the neckline of the witch's clothes and moved a few times, pulling out a puppet.

"……what is this?"

Qingguang took the puppet and inspected it, and found that the thing in his hand was hung by a thin chain, and that chain was hanging on the thin white neck of his own god judge.

Because the size of the miko's clothes was wrong, the clothes looked a bit bulky, and they didn't find this thing for a while, but the two of them remembered clearly that they didn't wear this thing for the god judge.

"Ah... Yaya made that for me."

Naya Asahi didn't notice the expressions of the two of them, and wanted to pull the puppet back but was fixed by the other end and couldn't get it back.

"... Plus, Qingguang-san?"

California Qingguang silently looked at the puppet in his hand, a faint impulse in his heart was suppressed abruptly, he pulled the corner of his mouth that was a little stiff, and said.

"This is a very important thing for the master, please put it away and don't throw it away."

As he said, he put the puppet back inside Nami Asahina's clothes, and the puppet was hidden under the loose clothes little by little, without a trace.

This matter was turned over in this way, and the young judges didn't care much, because after that, Qingguang and Anding respectively showed their historical housekeeping skills and various folk games.

After all, swords and swords have experienced many years. All kinds of interesting stories and games that have been handed down and forgotten by the world are all narrated by the two fusangshen. With the occasional bickering, the atmosphere is very lively.

As the sun was setting, the red glow hit the fair face of the sleeping God judge, casting a blush on it.

Human beings at such a young age have the purest mind and the most defenseless trust in others.

An Ding looked at Xiangtian who was sleeping in his arms but still clutching the lapel of his shirt, his eyes were soft as if they were about to burst into water.

"Master... really fell asleep."

California Qingguang lay on the side with his chin propped on his side, looking at the child's unconsciously opened lips due to his deep sleep, in which he could faintly see small and white teeth.

"En." An Ding replied lightly, he knew what Qing Guang was referring to.After all, it is not uncommon for them to encounter a god-inspector who pretended to be asleep in front of them, and stabbed them with a hidden blade as soon as he turned around.

Poor judges.

On the one hand, they yearn for the loyalty of the swordsmen, wantonly squandering the swords' tolerance to their masters, allowing their own selfish desires to rebuild the Honmaru without the resources to forge swords and equipment, and many Fusangshen are seriously injured to pieces!

However, as swords, they couldn't make any resistance to every move of the god judge. They could only watch helplessly as the front body was shattered and the back body was forged again by the god judge, thinking that reforging would erase their resistance to the sword. After what he did, how many unbroken knives are there in this pill.

An Ding quietly looked at the weak examiner who could be embraced by an arm in his arms, his soft body leaning against his arms without any defense.

The young Fu Sangshen slowly bent down, and under the surprised gaze of his colleague Dao Jian, he gently kissed the thin eyelids of the judge. The red clouds covered the body of each of them, and that scene was like a painting.

We are swords.

We will love you very, very much, so please do...