Don't talk about love, just sell birds

"Senior brother..."

When repeating this pronunciation, it seemed that there was an invisible thing connecting them. Izumo was stunned by this unprecedented inexplicable feeling, and after a long time, he covered his chest with his hands, and the empty hole in his chest was partially filled with something soft. , although it was a very small corner that could be ignored, it released the feeling of emptiness that had been enveloping him for a moment.

Weird feeling.

If you want to think about it, it is fleeting.

Once he tasted it, he would desperately pursue it like a moth flying into a flame, and Izumo said eagerly, "Can you call me Junior Brother again?"

When he was anxious, his eyes turned red, and the blood was so red that it seemed that blood would flow out at any time.

Satoshi didn't understand why he was so emotional all of a sudden, and reflected on what he said just now that stimulated his nerves. Just this brief stalemate, Izumo thought he regretted it and didn't want a junior like him, so he quickly stood up from the ground and stayed behind. With one sentence, he rushed into the house in a hurry, "You guys wait for me here!"

Makoto took a step forward holding Saito's Hikari sword, and was also surprised by Izumo's reaction, "Is he angry?"

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. He is very strong, and when he is strong to a certain extent, he will naturally give birth to a kind of arrogance. Being overwhelmed by someone who is weaker than himself, self-esteem is not allowed, and anger is justified.

"Sa, I don't think he looks angry, but..." Sato couldn't describe the feeling, was it joy?

Izumo came back soon, still with Giyuu, Sato and Mako guessed the meaning of his move, did they want to tell Giyuu of their existence?But ordinary people can't see them, and face to face just adds to the sadness.

"Yiyongyiyong, am I your junior brother?"

In the middle of the night, Yiyong was dragged out of the bed forcibly, and Yiyong didn't even have time to put on his coat. Seeing his hurried appearance, he thought it was something important, but in the end, such a question popped up out of the ordinary. Even Giyuu, who has always been calm and calm, only uttered a monosyllabic word representing doubt.

Izumo was still obsessed with the word "senior brother" and urged Giyuu to give an answer.

The people standing next to him watched as if they were watching a drama, and watched the always unsmiling junior being entangled by Izumo's relentless entanglement, with a rare expression of helplessness on their expressionless faces. banter.

Forced to helplessness, Yi Yong could only nod his head in affirmation in the end.

Izumo was delighted to find that the feeling that he hadn't grasped in time just now reappeared, but unfortunately it was too short-lived, like a shooting star across the night sky, and he couldn't find it all over the place in an instant.

Frustrated for only a second, Izumo stood on tiptoe and tried to cover Giyuu's eyes with his hands. He was not annoyed when he was dodged, and jumped directly onto the back of his neck, wrapping his feet around his chest, and hugging his chest tightly with both hands. head.

The unexpected weight made Yiyong bend over, even Sato and Mako were dumbfounded.

Izumo's power is so powerful that Giyuu is not allowed to make any resistance, and he quickly covered his eyes as he wished. The ice-like touch shocked Giyuu, who wanted to say that someone had left him and appeared in a distant tree under the pine tree.

When the light returned to the eyes, I was so moved too suddenly, my heart was filled with all kinds of complicated emotions, just staring blankly at the two people in front of me, I even lost my words.

The straight gaze was too targeted, Satu saw his own reflection from the bottom of Yiyong's eyes, his lips trembled, and finally lifted up slightly, showing a familiar smile, "Long time no see, Yiyong."

Izumo thoughtfully left them a space to be alone. He squatted under a tree and picked up a few pine cones that had fallen from the grass, and placed them on the ground, sometimes in rows and sometimes in a circle.

"You are here."

A deep and magnetic male voice appeared in a place with lush vegetation and few surroundings, but Izumo didn't even raise his eyelids. He grabbed a pine cone with one hand and wanted to stack them up and down. His mouth was slightly pursed because he was too focused.

Ghost Lantern was used to his attitude, and it was very difficult to distract a child when he was playing seriously, so he didn't rush, put down the luggage he was carrying, and patiently waited for him to build the pine tower.

It is very difficult to stack irregularly shaped pine cones into a tower shape. Izumo tried several times but failed. Before his patience ran out, an antique doll the size of a palm came coquettishly, holding an ice pick in his hand and thinking Izumo wanted to chisel Izumo's hand, but Izumo put his fingertips against his forehead, and the puppet waved its two short arms vigorously, unable to move forward an inch.

Only then did Izumo look up at the man holding the mace, and after looking up and down at his human attire, he suddenly realized, "Are you here on a business trip again?"

"This time I'm not on a business trip, I'm here to catch the escaped snapdragon grass. What's your dissatisfaction? Why did you run away? Is it because you didn't water enough or the feed wasn't good?" Gui Deng really had a goldfish with grass and a pot in his hand. Grass, contrary to the expression of self-examination, Ghost Lamp mercilessly grabbed the fragile grass stem of the snapdragon.

Fearing that he would destroy the grass with his hands, the snapdragon that sensed the danger of its life let out a piercing roar.

"Ghost Lantern, your skills in raising snapdragons are still as good as ever, you're so fat." Izumo stared straight at the dead fish eyes of the snapdragon, staring at the snapdragon in a daze, not daring to make a sound.

"This batch is a new species transplanted by the underworld. They are wild and unruly. They have been thinking about going out every three days." Ghost Lantern picked up the snapdragon grass and played with it casually.

Izumo couldn't tell the new species from the old species. In his opinion, all snapdragons looked the same. He didn't know what to think of, and rolled his eyes, "Can you give it to me?"

"If you want to raise it, I will pick the best one and send it to you when I go back."

"No need, this one is enough." Izumo stretched out his hand, and Ghost Lamp had no choice but to hand over the snapdragon. The strange thing was that the snapdragon that was desperately trying to break free from Ghost Lamp's hand was in Izumo's hand, not daring to move. I can't wait to reduce my sense of existence to a negative number.

After Izumo took the flowerpot, he poked the fat belly of the snapdragon with his fingers, his eyes flashed with a strange light, "Can I eat it?"

"Yes, one of the famous things in hell is the snapdragon vivisection show, which can be made into delicious sashimi, sushi and other foods." Ghost Deng nodded, and remembered that Izumo's special physique in this world would definitely not be able to let go of his stomach and eat as much as he wanted. , I was so hungry that I put my mind on the snapdragon, it's really pitiful, I had to remind, "Snapdragon grows in hell, except for the delicious taste, the body contains dead energy..."

Izumo interrupted him unhurriedly, pinching the tail of the snapdragon grass, "Anyway, death energy and spiritual power are similar things, and I'm the soul of a person after death, so it's no big deal to absorb some death energy."

"No, this can't be considered a trivial matter. You really have the identity of Sera..." Gui Deng didn't know how to explain it. Dead energy and spiritual power are completely different energy properties. How does his thinking circuit work? ?Two completely different energies coexist in the body, and if not done well, they will explode.

Izumo didn't want to listen to his long speeches, but started a series of sermons on the core theory of "Do you really have the consciousness of being a ×××", impatiently picked out his ears, and didn't cooperate at all, "It's all about you I forgot everything I said, and it flew out like a decorative pendant on the handle of a knife."

"..."

Is that thing so easy to fly out?

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snapdragon, snapdragon

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