Don't talk about love, just sell birds

Changes later.

The longer Yoshiyuki stayed silent for a long time, the more nervous Izumo became. He just kept on stuffing the Altana crystals into his mouth, crunching them and swallowing them. The sound made his teeth ache.

"..."

It was a done deal, and it was useless to object, and it took a long time for righteousness to spit out a sentence, "What's the smell?"

Lin Taki glanced at his disciple in surprise, and after spending a few days with Izumo, his thinking was assimilated. Shouldn't the key to the problem be that he hadn't washed and dried it cleanly, and how would he react after eating it?Doesn't matter how it tastes?

Izumo really smacked his mouth, and commented decently, "It's not very tasty, it's a bit gritty."

Fearing that he might say something shocking again, Ryotaki urged the two of them to go back. On the way back, Giyuu never cared about the Altana crystal being eaten. Izumo became more courageous and straightened his back. I can't wait to test the bottom line of volunteerism.

The cunning and eagerness that flashed in his eyes were all seen by Yi Yong, predicting that nothing good would happen next, he brushed his hand away without even a word of explanation.

The remaining warmth in the palm disappeared quickly, and I just felt a sense of loss. Izumo's enthusiasm was poured down by a basin of cold water, and even his pace slowed down a lot. A sense of loneliness abandoned by the world.

Lin Taki glanced back secretly, "It looks a little pitiful, Yiyong, but actually letting him hold hands will not lose a piece of meat."

"Cold, hard, uncomfortable."

The three short sentences pierced Izumo's knee mercilessly like three sharp swords, and almost made him kneel down on the spot. He wiped away the non-existent tears with his hand: He heard it all, is it really so embarrassing?

I squeezed my own hand, and then compared the touch of the volunteer's hand, it seemed...it seemed...maybe...it was a little hard.

Steel skin is born, what can he do, he is also very desperate.

Back at Ryotaki's wooden house, Izumo sat at the door with his chin propped up, thinking about life. He sat for a long time, until his conscience ached for no reason. He took a long breath and said to himself, "Why can't No. 10018 learn to speak? Is it because the bird food is not good or I taught it badly? Is it because of the sound? It seems that it really likes Miss Yu."

"..." Yi Yong suddenly stopped his approaching steps. Is this what you are worrying about?

Izumo, who was muttering like this, squeezed his throat with two fingers, and actually uttered the voice of a mature woman. From lonely and arrogant to elegant and noble, he changed more than a dozen voices in just one minute, and finally stayed at sexy and lazy. Wearing a fox mask, he turned half of his head, "Yiyong, what do you think of this voice?"

Every voice flow will bring out a wave of softness, and Yiyong asked without changing his face, "What are you doing? And can this mask of yours be taken off?"

It wasn't a complete fox head, it didn't have a lower jaw, nor did it have the back half of the skull, and it didn't even have too much decoration. It was just a pale bone that could just cover the upper half of the face. A row of fangs were under the bridge of the nose. Izumo did not see any discomfort.

I have been watching him wearing it on top of his head, even if he is sleeping, it will not change. I have preconceived that it is a part of the body and cannot be moved.

Izumo lifted a corner of the mask and nodded as a matter of course, "Can I take it off, I can't see anything with the blindfold on, can I not wear it?"

All living things and non-living things have spiritual power, otherwise there would be no such thing as objects becoming spirits. He can release spiritual pressure to detect the surrounding substances, and draw a three-dimensional map in his mind with the spiritual power fed back from them. But such a map has no color, just an abstract induction.

Yiyong just looked at him, as if it had been a long time, but only for a moment, and replied softly, "Yes."

Izumo was stunned for a moment. He was mentally prepared for a long-term battle, but he agreed so simply?

There will be no conspiracy, right?

Once he looks at something with the mentality of being suspicious, Izumo feels that whatever Giyuu does is like planning something, even when he eats an extra bite of food, he will subconsciously guess whether he has some deep meaning.

Finally realizing what the problem was, Izumo sneaked out at night to think about life to Yue.

Not quite right.

There is definitely something weird about it.

He cares too much about Giyuu.

"Thank you."

The teenagers and girls who appeared quietly leaned on the branches casually. When they saw Izumo and heard the words, they looked over suspiciously. Satu jumped down from the tree first, "Thank you for protecting them."

Izumo tilted his head, and the light in his eyes was shining against the moonlight, like a translucent ruby, which absorbed all the eyes but failed to refract them from the other side, like a black hole.

Sato suddenly said, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Unexpectedly, these words aroused Izumo's vigilance.

Your eyes are very beautiful.

Izumo said the same to the ghost during the day, but the second half of the sentence is: I want to dig it out and make a collection.

To put it bluntly, Izumo knew that his eyes were not beautiful at all, and everyone he saw would feel scared, so he took the same precautions as a matter of course, and said coldly, "Are you going to kill me?"

Satoshi knew he had misunderstood, and explained patiently, "I didn't mean any harm, it was pure praise."

This explanation made Izumo even more puzzled, praise?Are you sure it's not an irony?

In order to prove that he didn't have any malicious intentions, Sato took the initiative to take off his weapon and handed it to Makoto behind, "I just wanted to thank you."

Seeing his sincere attitude, Izumo loosened the frown between his eyebrows, "I have already sensed your emotions, and there is really no hostility, so you don't have to go to this level."

Sato just shook his head with a smile, and thanked you again earnestly, "It seems that I misunderstood you before, but anyway, Yiyong and Master came back safe and sound. I heard that you will soon become Master's disciple, and you can be regarded as our disciple." Junior brother, it's a pity that we are in such a state that we can't prepare for the meeting ceremony."

"Brother? You are brave...?" Even Izumo, who has never been in contact with this area of ​​human relations, knows what kind of bond between brothers and sisters.

"We are disciples of Master Lin Taki, brothers and sisters of Yiyong, let us get to know each other again, my name is Sato, and she is Makoto."

The author has something to say:

In fact, I still like the naive senior brother [laughing and crying]

Thanks to the time swimmers for irrigated nutrient solution +1, rubbing O(∩_∩)O