Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

"Morioka-san's craftsmanship is really unique." Mr. Hosoi's voice seemed to be coming from the clouds, hanging lightly beside Morioka Yakumo.

Mr. Morioka was sitting upright in a dark corner, showing a smile, "With your praise, this can be regarded as the craft of the older generation, and it has been passed down from generation to generation."

"When will the doll in Sen Gangsan's hand be finished?" The young man leaned on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes slightly, and said without a word, "I'm still waiting for a new doll."

"Immediately, immediately." Morioka Yakumo muttered in response.He seemed to be intoxicated with alcohol, and every word in his mouth was so drunk that he swayed from time to time.It fell naked on the ground and showed it to Mr. Hosoi, "Just look at it, the color will be ready in no time, just let it dry."

"Then I'll just wait a little longer." The young man seemed to be alone in the room, making a little voice out of the shameless atmosphere.The turbulent wood dust in the room, the faint musty smell, and the earthy breeze blowing from the window met Mr. Hosoi, as if he had hit a vacuum wall, and ran away in a whirl.The people inside are still as clean and tidy as when they first came in, exuding the smell of bamboo that can transmit light.

If Mr. Morioka hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that Mr. Hosoi had floated in while hanging from the ground.

In fact, the time required to complete the puppet is not very fast, Mr. Morioka thought to himself.

This perfect, what he pursued all his life, the first-class doll is said to be born in the world, so he must be prepared to be extravagant. He just said that, on the one hand, he wanted Showing off one's housekeeping skills, on the one hand, also includes a game-like element of anger.

Yakumo Morioka twirled the puppet's calf, and continued to paint evenly and delicately with a thicker brush.

"How did Mr. Hosoi know about my small workshop?" He asked back.Mr. Morioka thinks that this question is very level, it is a useful trick to win people's hearts, and there is a layer of hypocritical goodwill floating on it.Although he belittled his working environment, he showed a kind of artificial humility to the young people, and he also had a hypocritical concern that could easily move foreigners.

"I..." The young man seemed to laugh, and his voice seemed to come directly from Mr. Morioka's mind, "I don't know where I found out about it, it seems that I knew about it all of a sudden. "

"But..." He paused for a moment like some kind of stuck program, temporarily put aside the annoying pop-up window with flashing red warnings, and reminded, "But Morioka-san is really not Look at the puppets? It’s all about eye makeup.”

It turned out that the step in his hand had already reached the critical part. Mr. Morioka bowed his head a little annoyed, and concentrated again.

Mind-wandering is not a step in the process of creating the perfect puppet doll.

He operated with a feeling of trepidation, fearing that he would miss the next second, and he couldn't hold it tighter, because it would jump out of his throat in the next second.

But even though his mind had lost his mind, his arms and fingers were still moving freely.It was as if this pair of weird upper limbs grew another brain that was not under the control of the main brain, so they wanted to run with their backs behind their backs.The more flustered the one on the top of the head, the more ruthless the movements on the arms, wishing to cut the flustered part in two, the best thing to do.

However, no matter how confused his mind was, the movements of his hands were still as steady as a stake striking a bell, and he carefully spread rouge on the doll's eyes, completing the last step of eye makeup.

The color on the eyes is bright and delicate. It is a beautiful work that the makeup girl who has been busy all her life wants to stomp her feet after seeing it. The two touches of water red are like two phoenix-tailed butterflies that are stopping and flapping their wings slightly. .

"Really well done."

"Of course." Mr. Morioka held the doll in his hand and looked at it, and satisfaction surged up like he was panting.This doll is the most successful doll he has ever made. It is painted, polished, and shaped...all of which are majestic in his dreams.

Isn't this the doll he wanted?This thought flashed through Mr. Morioka's mind, and suddenly double images appeared in front of his eyes, followed by a sense of panic like spinning around.

The image of the young man in front of him is like a spray of Narcissus water, the colors, shadows, and lines disappear into the air little by little, slowly blurring into the moon in the well.

"No——" Mr. Morioka suddenly seemed to have met the evil spirits of the [-]th floor of hell, let out a roar that seemed to tear a ribbon, and said with a "bang" that the perfect doll in his hand smashed at the young man's feet.

The doll's chubby head was shattered by the sudden force, shattering irregular cubes of wood slag, and the bright red color jumped into Mr. Morioka's eyes along the black, like red and white brains flowing out slowly. The tragic dismemberment that only the most vicious people would have, it seems that they can still hear a few heart-piercing cries when they were alive.

But everything is worth it...Mr. Morioka turned his head and saw the bright moonlight on the young man's shoulders with a smile on his face.

"What's the matter, did something go wrong?" Mr. Hosoi asked in a gentle voice, with bright and smooth outlines.

It's like yesterday.

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The wooden platform next to the courtyard is a good place to enjoy tea.Sitting there, you can't bask in the sun, but you can feel the temperature of the sun a little bit. When you look up, you can see the many leaves floating in the sky.

On weekdays, there are some swords who claim to be old sitting here, and occasionally see such enthusiastic short swords as Wu Hutui "respecting the elderly", but today it is obvious that there is an extra person who doesn't look good.

"Tsuramaru-den," Mikami Tsukimune put down his teacup gracefully, looked sideways at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was filling the Daifuku with unknown bright red objects, and said, "Are you here to taste tea too?"

"No, no, I'm just here to see." Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was caught upright, didn't panic, just hid his hands behind his back, and replied with a smile.

"I'm here waiting for my lord."

"What are you waiting for me?" Kamisami Saku, who had made a detour back to the castle tower, happened to hear this, stopped, and looked over suspiciously, "Mr. Tsurumaru, is there anything you want to ask?"

"what......"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga froze, what he said just now was just an excuse, and whoever knew it was directly caught by the master.

Looking at the beautiful face of Yue Zongjin who was smiling more and more swayingly in front of him, his sixth sense was frantic, and he said in a hurry, "I...I want to ask, what did the lord do that night? Why? Do you smell like someone else?"

When you ask this question... I always feel that he is some kind of sneaky neighbor next door.Shenshang Shuo sighed, walked to Sanri Yuezong and sat down, slowly took a sip of tea,

"Mr. Tsurumaru is talking about the taste of spiritual power, right? The day you fell into the pit?"

Looking at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was stiff again, the contented Sakumo Kamisami lowered his eyes a little funny, "The other day I met the god-inspector next door, and we talked about something, which delayed the time."

"My lord seems to be in a good mood." As if sensing something, Mikazuki Zongjin picked up the teapot and filled Shenshangshuo's teacup, and asked calmly, "Can you tell me what the two adults talked about? , as an old man, I am also a little curious about young people's topics."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Shenshang Shuo nodded lightly and put down the cup.Anyway, sooner or later I have to tell the swordsmen in Honmaru about my going back, so it's pointless to keep it a secret.

"I just... suddenly found my way home." He said plainly.

"Oh?" Sanri Yuezong slightly paused the hand near the tea, and soon returned to normal, "This is great news, my lord."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga on the side didn't have the ability to hide his emotions and anger with the three swords. He asked in surprise, "What's going on, you're not staying here?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga thought worriedly, don't he scare people away that day, wouldn't he be a sinner through the ages.

"I have always had this idea. In the original world... there are people who have been waiting for me and looking forward to my return. I can't teach him to be disappointed all the time. No matter what method, he must try Give it a try." The white-haired boy closed his eyes with some nostalgia, and said slowly, "Thank you for your generosity and help from everyone in Honmaru, this period of getting along with you is really very pleasant."

"As for other things, I can't do much." He smiled apologetically, "I can only prepare the spiritual power that Honmaru needs to upgrade and expand before I leave. Stored."

"It's really an enviable feeling." Sanri Yuezong responded with a sigh and a smile.The golden crescent moon in his eyes twists and turns under the sunlight, flashing a dazzling brilliance, "Has your lord considered the possibility of continuing to serve as our God Judge?"

He looked at the expression of Kamisami Saku who wanted to refute, and said with a chuckle, "There is no conflict between the master wanting to return to the present world and continuing to manage Honmaru."

"What's more, with Honmaru, I'm ashamed to say that the master must be smoother in this world."

Shenshang Shuo didn't seem to expect him to say this, so he was silent for a while, but still insisted on refusing, "Thank you for your kindness. But..."

"After I come to this world, I'm afraid I won't have the time and energy. I can't do the job of a god judge now, let alone me at that time. You are all very good people, so I won't delay Everyone is in the future."

"And the management system of everyone in Honmaru has been perfected. If we continue to develop at this pace, the future must be bright and bright."

"There is no need for me, a god judge, at all."

"Ah, since you've said that, the old man has nothing to do." Sanri Yue Zongjin blinked again, covering his lips and smiling as if he never expected the young man to stay, "Master is such a good boy. .”

"Then, I wish the lord martial arts prosperity."

It's a little pity.

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