Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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Every sword is made after thousands of tempers, so they are not afraid of high temperature and heat.

The target of the thunderbolt is actually Wanyehuai, and Ishikirimaru is just an unlucky ghost who has been implicated, so the damage is greatly reduced. At most, it is just a shock. One more layer of burnt black, and then a blister on the hand.

But

but but

So embarrassing, so embarrassing!

At this time, Ishikimaru's injury was not even considered a "slight injury", but he felt very painful.

Ishikirimaru still remembered what he said just now, such as "too many murders" and "the culprit"...Listen, is this a human word? !Is this what people say?

Sure enough, in the next second, all of what he said came true to him!

The incident was too sudden and unacceptable, so Shikirimaru simply closed his eyes, kicked his legs, pretended to be unconscious, and closed his eyes to escape everything.

Brothers, just take me back to the dormitory.

However, the "brothers" didn't have it at all, or they didn't mean to get Ishikimaru on purpose. Seeing that Ishikimaru was scorched and fell to the ground, the other sword men were still wondering, but Mikazuki Zongjin and Xiaohumaru They looked at each other, and then the two laughed silently together.

Yaken Toshiro was a little puzzled. He didn't understand why Ishikimaru, who seemed not seriously injured, would fall to the ground. This made him a little nervous. Just as he was about to go up to check, he was caught by the Xiaohuwan stopped him.

"It's okay for medicine research, just let Sanriyue go and have a look."

Kokomaru's words made Yaken Toshiro stunned for a moment, and then he saw Mikazuki Munekin's calm expression, and walked to Ishikimaru on the ground with unhurried square steps.

Mikazuki Zongjin seemed to want to half-kneel down to see the situation of Ishikirimaru, but after looking at his inner uniform, after thinking for a while, he carefully gathered up his clothes and squatted down.

Yaken Toshiro: ...

Is it really good to do this?

Ishikirimaru is still lying there, you actually regard clothes as more important than your own brothers... Is it really good?

Sankai Yuezong took a closer look at his brother's big face, then stretched out his hand, like patting a watermelon, and patted Ishikimaru's face. Can't go on anymore, and at this moment, Sanri Yuezongjin Shi Shiran withdrew his hand, then wiped his scorched palm with a white handkerchief, then turned his head, and said slowly to a group of dumbfounded men with swords Give your own diagnosis——

"It's such a pity... to die."

The last sentence "dead" was said firmly and without hesitation, as if he was afraid that if he spoke slowly, he would not be able to help but laugh out loud.

dead... dead?

Not only Ishikirimaru who was lying on the ground was stunned, but also the men with swords watching the excitement were also stunned. No one made a sound for a full 3 seconds, and then they slowly recalled it.

This Nima is too ridiculous!

As we all know, they are the gods of death with swords and swords. The so-called "death" is broken knives. There is no such thing as "end of life" at all, and after the knives are broken, they will be turned into ashes, and there will be no corpses, so...the one on the ground A large lump of Shiqiewan is still there, what do you say!

"It's true that the knife is not broken, but...it doesn't prevent people from dying." Xiaohumaru spoke, replacing Mikami Tsukimune, and started talking nonsense in a serious manner, and then poked Ishikirimaru who was lying on his back on the ground, "Look , he didn't move."

California Kiyomitsu looked down at the motionless Ishikirimaru, and then looked up at the solemn Mikami Tsukimune, and suddenly felt that the Sanjo family was playing a big game of chess.

Even the San Tiao Dao faction is about to start persecuting honest people?

"Then what should we do next?" Smiling Qingjiang rubbed his chin, staring at Xiaohumaru and Mikazuki Zongjin with great interest.

"Oh... I'm also very embarrassed." Sanri Yue Zongjin tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth that always had an upward curve, "Since a major event happened, there must be a banquet, right?"

As soon as Sanriyue Zongjin finished speaking, Xiaohuwan turned his head and patted his belly, looking at Xiaodou Changguang expectantly, "At the celebration after the event last time, can we still make the charcoal-grilled lamb chops this time?" ?”

His words stunned Xiaodou Changguang, and it took him a while to react, and he nodded quickly, "It can be done, it can be done, in fact, if you want to eat, just come and tell me..."

Xiaodou Changguang looked down at Shiqiewan, and swallowed with difficulty, "Actually...you don't have to be dead to eat it."

Hearing his words, Xiaohuwan waved his hand, "You don't understand, some delicacies can't be eaten anytime and anywhere, so it's boring, the most important thing is the sense of ceremony."

The sense of ceremony...it is indeed quite a ceremony.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga quietly poked Hakuyama Yoshimitsu with his elbow, "Look, I just said... If this old man goes crazy, he will have more fun than me."

But Baishan Jiguang nodded deeply.

"Of course the most important point is not to let Ishikirimaru's corpse die in the wilderness." After reacting, Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki also entered the play, and began to participate in it with great interest.

He suggested: "What should I do next? Is there a coffin in Honmaru?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that what he said was wrong, how could there be such a thing as a coffin in this pill, and sure enough, he immediately received speechless eyes from all directions.

Jin Jian next to him didn't seem to know what happened, he looked at everyone's reactions in a daze, and couldn't figure it out, but he still raised his hand with a very serious expression, "There is a big grass in the warehouse to keep vegetables in the greenhouse. Mat, can I use it? I'll get it right away."

This is the rhythm that even the coffin is not given!Ishikirimaru, who was crushed to death on the ground, twitched, but still held on and did not wake up.

"That's fine." Mikazuki Zongjin readily agreed, "Surely Ishikimaru will go away peacefully."

No.

No! ! !

The next step is to set up the scene. Faced with this kind of weird thing, all the men with swords and swords have generated incomparable motivation.

After all, this is the first time Honmaru dies, so it should be more grand.

"I searched around and found no white cloth." Wu Hutui raised his hand timidly, "So I brought white aprons from the kitchen—they all look white."

"It doesn't matter, you have the intention to retreat from the five tigers." Miri Yue Zongjin took the white apron with a sad expression, handed one to Xiaohuwan, and then took the chef's hat to wear together, adding to the funeral venue. A touch of homely warmth.

But no matter how strange it looked, it felt like something was going to be done to the corpse.

"I heard that when human beings die, they will use preservatives to treat the corpse. I think we can refer to it." Yaken Fujishiro pushed his glasses, and said solemnly, this is such a person. I hope to start from these details and strive for Keep improving.

It doesn't matter, this is the first time a person dies, it's normal to have no experience, and the next time a person dies, he will learn everything.

The astonishing Chiyo Kanmaru who had been watching from the side suddenly interjected, "It seems that spices are also acceptable." He said it in a serious manner, and seemed to be quite sophisticated about it... the ghost knows how he knows this.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Yamabuki Kirichoyoshi took a pot of something that he didn't know what it was, and handed it to Mikazuki Munechi.

"Here, embalming spices."

This is a rare thing that made Sanri Yuezong stunned for a moment. This efficiency is really too high, and the spices were adjusted so quickly?

Mikazuki Zongjin happily took it, and then poured it on Ishikimaru whose eyelids were twitching. The brown soup washed away the scorched blackness on Ishikimaru, revealing his original face.

However, what people are most concerned about is the smell of spices, which is exactly the same as the scent of Yamabashi Kirichoyoshi. Suddenly, a strong smell of tea and eggs permeates the whole air, making all the sword men can't help smoking Sniff.

So delicious.

Looking at the Shiqiewan, which was poured in with the spice soup and choked to the point of bubbling, Xiaohuwan asked curiously, "What are the ingredients in this? Have you researched it?"

Yamabuki Nagayoshi waved his hand and said impressively, "This is probably a secret recipe for seasoning passed on from women to men in the neighboring country. No matter how hard you try, it still doesn't work, and the taste is still not authentic."

Ever since he was rescued by Qingtu last time, Yamabukiri Choyoshi started tinkering with seasonings when he had nothing to do, trying to restore his own smell.

"Don't be modest, Yamabukiri Nagayoshi." Kohomaru chatted, "I think the taste is not bad anymore, it's exactly the same."

"Hi, no more." Yamabukiri Choyoshi waved his hands, "This pot is not the spices I prepared."

"—this is actually my bathwater."

In an instant, the sound of bubbling from Ishikirimaru became louder, turning into a sound of vomiting like drowning.

"Just kidding, this is leftover pickle juice."

Yamabuki Nagayoshi sighed, raised his eyes slightly, and there was a helpless look in his eyes, "Why can't you take a joke so hard?"

"Ah, ah... just now I wanted to praise Yamabukiri Nagayoshi-kun for saving water." Mikami Tsukimune sighed half-truly, and then he changed the subject and asked, "Are there any flowers in this pill? Next It should be a flower-laying ceremony."

Because Qingtu's Honmaru is relatively new, everyone is planting food and vegetables in the farmland, and it seems that there are no flowers.

"Yes, if you don't mind."

Chiyokanmaru's soft voice sounded, "The cucumbers I grow are all the best cucumbers with thorns on the top flowers!"

It's a pity that it's bent——

Thinking of this, Chiyo Kanmaru looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga complainingly.

Soon, all the men with swords and swords came out of the vegetable shed, each with a cucumber in their hands, or the kind of curved cucumber with flowers and thorns on the top. With the breath coming out, he walked to Ishikimaru's "remains" in an orderly manner, and put the mosquito-repellent cucumber with wilted yellow flowers in his hand beside Ishikimaru.

In an instant, Ishikirimaru was submerged in a sea of ​​green cucumbers, which matched his inner suit specially, making the body look fresher.

The cucumber that was smashed in his hand was dealt with all at once, Chiyo Kanmaru tried hard to hold back, so as not to let himself laugh out loud at the farewell ceremony for the corpse.

However, the expression of Tong Tian Guan Zhenguo next to him was very complicated. Unlike the suppressed smiles of others, he really looked worried.

This made Chiyo Kanmaru notice the strangeness, and then couldn't help but come over to comfort his friend, "You should have noticed it, it's a joke."

"Ah... I know." Tong Tian Guanzhengguo suddenly woke up from his contemplation, "I just remembered something suddenly."

"what's up?"

"In this pill... it seems that no pickles have been pickled."

The author has something to say: because Honmaru's father is not Ishikirimaru, but Wanyehuai.

So the previous generation will leave the stage sadly!

Wan Yehuai: If you kill me, I want to replace it! !