Don't talk about love, just sell birds

When Izumo explained that he really had no plans for his body, it was already daylight, and seeing Giyuu, who barely had any doubts anymore, went straight down the mountain, he hesitated and followed.

As he walked, he paused, and Izumo tilted his head slightly. The huge hood covered his head and covered half of his face, because the conspicuous green was a bit out of place.

He clenched his right fist and beat the palm of his left, "I remembered, Yoshiyuki Tomioka, you are the water column of the Demon Slayer Squad, I heard Yaoya mention you before."

Yoya is the name of Yoyashiki Yashiki, the head of the Demon Slayer Squad, and he is very respected by everyone. Giyu was not surprised when he heard the name of the lord from Izumo. After all, the lord meant that the two of them often had business contacts. But I didn't expect that the private friendship was so good that I called him by his first name. Indeed, the lord didn't seem to be afraid of him.

Is it really not a ghost...?

Could it be that his disguise deceived the lord?

The bright red lips soaked with blood and those inorganic cold red eyes appeared before his eyes again, and Yiyong suppressed this question deeply.

During the period, Izumo tried to get closer to Yoshiyuki, but he couldn't slap him with a slap. The other party was always cold, and he couldn't do the thing of sticking his face to his butt. .

Yiyong has been paying attention to his situation, and naturally saw his movements clearly, but did not see what he was doing. There was a gap in the space there, which gradually expanded to the size of a washbasin, and the end was bottomless black.

Izumo reached out his hand to explore the gap in the black hole, and directly pulled out a crow with glossy feathers.

The crow didn't fly around, and after flying to Izumo's right shoulder, it yelled "Wah-wah" twice in a rough and hoarse voice, with its two paws standing respectfully, it seemed a little serious.

Giyuu thought he was going to do something like send a letter to someone, but Izumo stretched out his too white finger and pressed it on the lips of the square scarf. The thin fabric printed a clear outline, and then moved , spit out a sentence that others did not expect, "Learn to talk to me, if you can't learn it, I will kill you."

Izumo's voice is extremely clear, it is a very clean boyish voice, with ignorant sprouting, to put it an exaggeration, it can really make people feel the warmth and gentleness of the spring breeze, but at this moment, he said with a smile If this is said, the contrast is too strong, which makes people unable to react for a while.

Yiyong heard the crow's trembling screams before realizing that the words were addressed to the crow. He couldn't help but slow down and continue to observe the interaction of one person and one bird.

The learning progress is not smooth, and I don’t know if it’s because this crow’s aptitude is particularly stupid. It has to be plucked out by Izumo several times. torture.

"You stupid bird, if you don't want to be eaten by me, go back and read it [-] times!" Izumo angrily stuffed the crow back into the crack in space, turned around and found that Giyuu had been looking at him. He raised his face and smiled, "I'm just kidding, I'm not a ghost, how can such a cute bird get down, it's just a joke."

"I didn't think that way, and the ghost's recipe is human beings." Yi Yong said matter-of-factly.

Izumo really felt that he was a little sensitive. After looking at him carefully, he felt that this person didn't seem like the kind of person who would make small reports. He felt a lot easier. Anyway, don't affect the business because of this, but Speaking of eating, he felt the familiar feeling of emptiness and hunger again, "By the way, Yiyong, where are we going?"

Yiyong didn't express his opinion on his overly familiar title, he acquiesced to his behavior, and calmly reported a place name.

The small town is in Mie County, several days away from here, Izumo sighed regretfully, "Then let's not live here, I want to eat another bowl of that uncle's ramen."

After finishing speaking, he walked away in another direction, while counting the remaining money with his fingers, the more he counted, the more worried he was, he still had to think of a way to get money.

It is not easy to make money in today's society. 1000 years ago, he would casually find a rich family to chat with gods and gods, and he could get a lot of money if he said some specious things. Now he said that he should believe in science and respect science, even if he really put ghosts Summon them as if he were performing a play.

What can he do? He has no skills, doesn't even know a few words, and can barely make ends meet by selling birds.

"Where do you want to go?"

Accompanied by these words was the sharp sound of the sword being drawn/unsheathed, Izumo's face changed slightly, and when he turned his head, he was indeed pointed at the nose by the Japanese sword, as long as he got closer to the tip of the nose, he would be pierced.

Yiyong's hand holding the knife is steady, his face is also steady, and his voice has no ups and downs, "I will not let you out of my sight until I am sure of your true identity."

I thought I would get another series of explanations, but I unexpectedly found that Izumo's eyes lit up a little after hearing this sentence, and Akane's pupils seemed to be polished to reflect the dancing bright light, and he was a little excited.

"You mean you want to raise me?"

Hearing what Izumo said, Yiyong, the person involved, was also taken aback for a moment, not understanding why he would understand it like this. Is there something wrong with his expression?

Izumo didn't eat ramen anymore, and ran back briskly, almost hitting his head on Giyuu's chest, "You must be hungry, right? Don't you like salmon? How about we go eat sashimi? I'm very good Yang, you can eat anything!"

Yiyong pondered noncommittally, isn't it easy to raise, even such a half-baked roast chicken can be eaten as a delicacy, and there are other things he can't eat?

Soon, Izumo tells Giyuu how naive his guess is with a surprising amount of food.

Isn't this stomach really a bottomless pit?

Question from the heart.

The empty plates were piled up in a high pile, roughly estimated to be twenty or thirty, but those who were still eating mountains and seas seemed completely unaware of this.

Izumo gulped it down directly, without even chewing.It’s hard to be able to open your belly and eat to your heart’s content. Of course, you have to eat enough. The Demon Slayer Squad is so rich, and Ubuyashiki Yoya doesn’t seem like a person who will treat his subordinates harshly. Tomioka Yoshiyuki’s wallet must be bulging, not bad For a meal, he is responsible for what he says.

Yiyong is indeed not short of these few meals, but from a long-term perspective, this person or this ghost...

I really can't afford it.

The boss's eyes were narrowed into slits with a smile, and he rubbed his hands with a flattering attitude, "Little brother, eat slowly, how about it? Is it delicious? The aquatic products in our store are very fresh, do you want another raw fish boat? Served with mustard, it’s very delicious.”

Hearing the raw fish boat, Izumo raised his head from the plate with piercing eyes, and said impatiently, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Hey!" The boss, who was still smiling enthusiastically, was nailed to the spot with a pale face.

Giyuu looked towards Izumo, and sure enough, those eyes were stained with blood again, as if he could gouge bloody flesh from a person with just one glance. It is normal for ordinary people to be afraid when they see it.

There was no response for a long time, Izumo frowned, and before he could say anything, the boss ran away as if he was frightened by something, leaving only a series of trembling lingering sounds in the air, "Sashimi is also good as a raw fish boat It’s okay to bring everything right away, bring everything, don’t eat me~~~”

"..."

Izumo turned to Giyuu silently and said, "I really don't eat people."

The author has something to say:

Brother: I have to work hard to earn money to support my family.

Don’t mind me, it’s not a ghoul, it’s a ban and I’m not allowed to write, I’m so scared that we’re explaining to the editor that we’re really honest in our dreams at night π_π

There is also the flytrap, emmm, forgive us for our unkind smile

In fact, there are already a lot of clues, what is wearing on the head, the pattern on the face, the empty hunger... [呲牙]