Don't talk about love, just sell birds

Neither Snapdragon nor Tanjiro could make Izumo stay longer, so in desperation he could only change his words and say "Master Tomioka", and the pause button was pressed on the fast-moving steps.

The two stood very close, Shinoda Ryo was a little embarrassed, he called out "Brother Izumo" and stopped talking.

After waiting for a long time without hearing him speak, Izumo frowned and said, "What happened to Yiyong? What are you going to say?"

Shinoda Ryo pulled the corners of his lips, lowered his head slightly, his bangs formed a dark shadow around his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, "Brother Izumo really only thinks about Mr. Tomioka in his heart."

Izumo didn't notice the strangeness in him, so he answered as a matter of course, "Because Giyuu and I are lovers."

Ryo Shinoda was silent for two seconds and raised his head suddenly, with a bright smile on his face as always, and gestured the height of both sides with his hands, "Actually, I am already 15 years old, and I have been suffering from malnutrition for a long time, making me look only eleven or twelve years old. , but it won't be long before I can be taller than Izumo-san."

Izumo was not interested in his affairs, and responded in a light tone.

Shinoda Ryo looked at the person opposite, his throat was a little dry, although he wanted to get along with him for a while, but he didn't expect to use someone else's name to achieve his goal, "I'm just curious how Izumo-sama and Tomioka-sama know each other, I'm sorry to stop you from asking this when Izumo-san is so busy."

"So you want to know these things?" As long as it is about Giyu, Izumo becomes talkative, and he is happy to tell others the story of himself and Giyu.

The curved curve depicts a stunning landscape, and the light cherry lips open and close, like two petals that are about to bloom.

Shinoda Ryo's ears have lost the ability to capture sound, and the world in which he lives is completely silent, except for his own long and slow breathing.

His eyes were attracted by the beautiful lip shape, and his mind went blank.

Seeing him listening so earnestly, Izumo seemed to open up the conversation, and even the expression on his face became vivid.

Unknowingly, the sky has darkened, and the sunset in the evening adorns everything with a touch of crimson. Izumo's body is also covered with a gorgeous and soft orange-red coat, as if blending with the clouds on the other side.

Satisfied with his desire to show off, Izumo walked away with ease, leaving Ryo Shinoda standing in the empty courtyard, the thin figure becoming thinner and thinner as the afterglow grew stronger.

Only those slightly drooping eyes flowed with a light that was darker than the haze.

……

Izumo hummed an out-of-tune tune and returned to the room. Looking in through the half-open shoji door, Yoshiyuki was sitting at the desk writing something, with a straight back and a meticulous sitting posture, framing a misty silhouette against the setting sun.

"Brave!"

Wanting to go to him immediately, Izumo stepped on the wooden corridor and made a clear and sharp sound, only to realize that there were shoes on his feet that were in the way.

He is still not used to taking off his shoes when he enters the house, so he kicked off his clogs impatiently, ran to the back of Yiyong, and wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, "Yiyong, what are you writing... um..."

Yiyong was about to answer, but he heard the tone particle at the end of his sentence, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Izumo looked away, pretended to be nonchalant and sat beside him, held up the cup that Yoshiyuki had drunk and observed the tea leaves floating in it, "...it's nothing."

Originally, he wanted to go back to Xuquan to order Daxu to build a beautiful and spacious house within three days, but he was interrupted by Shinoda Ryoichi and left the important matter behind.

He is not good at hiding his emotions, the words in his heart are clearly written on his face, Yiyong ponders for a few seconds, puts down his pen and turns to face him, "I want to know you, so I don't need to hide anything, I will accept everything about you. "

Izumo's free other hand tapped his thigh vigorously underneath, and said hesitantly, "I... Giyuu, I said before that the entire virtual circle is mine, and there is a big palace, I lied to you, Actually, I live in a hole in the ground where there is nothing."

Thinking that he would hear something more thrilling and need to reorganize the worldview, he didn't expect it to be this, and after Yiyong was stunned, he rarely laughed out loud.

Izumo wasn't sure about his reaction, and murmured softly, "I want Giyu to live more comfortably, so I plan to go back and prepare."

The face at a close distance is not stained, it is as clean as a piece of white paper, and has troubles of its own making like a child, which may be just trivial things in the eyes of others, Yi Yong laughed, "I don't care about these, don't bother about it. .”

"really?"

"Ah."

The gloomy weather suddenly cleared up, Izumo loosened his body, and leaned back on the tatami with one hand, "Yiyu, what are you writing?"

"I recounted what you said about Altana to the lord, and it was adopted. Izumo, you once said that human beings directly ingesting the power of Altana is tantamount to self-destruction. What can we do to make the human body unable to survive?" Withstand the power of Altana? Why am I fine?"

Izumo memorized Giyuu's questions one by one, and tried to mobilize the poor brain cells, but he couldn't understand in a few words, and couldn't express it well, so he unconsciously bit his nails.

Seeing his embarrassment, Yiyong stroked the broken hair on his forehead. He was not fully used to such an intimate gesture, and the tips of his ears were always slightly hot unconsciously, so he could only deliberately say with a sullen face, "Don't force it."

"Not at all! Not at all!" Izumo had an idea, and grabbed a crow casually, "The black cavity is not mine. It was originally the only path from the virtual circle to the real world, but I forcibly seized a part of it. Separate it with spiritual power. This crow has lived in the black cavity for a long time, and it has been stained with my spiritual power, so even if it is not empty, it can open the black cavity by itself, and the amount of Altana that can be absorbed will be much more. I can’t explain it, but it’s probably like this.”

Yiyong analyzed the example he gave, "The reason why I can bear Altana is because I have your spiritual power?"

Izumo nodded vigorously, happy that he understood what he meant, "Didn't Giyuu do a purification ceremony with me? So there is my spiritual power, very strong."

"You mean..." Yi Yong's eyes cast a strange dark color, "If you want the other pillars to absorb Altana smoothly, you must have... contact with you for a long time, or...do something more intimate?"

Izumo didn't think so deeply, according to the superficial understanding, it was indeed so.

"..."

Yiyong's expression became very subtle, and even after hearing that intimacy does not need to be done to that level, there is always a corner in his heart that feels uncomfortable.

No matter what, what should be reported still needs to be reported, Yaozai immediately called Zhuru who was in the big mansion of Sanyashiki, and arranged for them to conduct the experiment the next day.

If it is successful, more personnel can be invested in the stripe experiment, and the combat power of the ghost killing team will also be greatly increased.

The ones who came back to report before were Fengzhu Immortal Kawa Minami and Lianzhu Ganluji Mitsuri. Izumo didn't sloppy, and directly gave Immortal Kawa a big hug.

Izumo hugged him very loosely, completely different from when he held Giyuu, subconsciously resisting.

However, he was pushed away before he disliked Immortal Chuan, but because Izumo's feet were as stable as Mount Tai, Undying Chuan was rebounded by force, fell backward in embarrassment, and sat down on the gravel.

Ganlu Temple blushed and covered his mouth with a smile.

That Immortal Chuan-sang is actually... ah, so cute~

Izumo asked puzzled, "What are you doing?"

After standing up, Undead Chuan gave him a fierce look, "Is it enough to shake hands?"

Izumo didn't know why he was staring at him, and moved his lips, "It's just that this kind of contact is not acceptable, and I don't want to hug you, what did you do, you smell like sweat."

"...do you want to hold it?"

Immortal Chuan has already stretched out his hand, his face full of impatience, even more disgusting than Izumo.

Izumo grabbed his hand, and squinted his eyes to observe the remaining spiritual power in his hand after it was over, "I said no, it's too little, and you will be drained by Altana in no time."

"Can't you directly inject this so-called spiritual power into me?"

Izumo glanced at him in surprise, "You want to die?"

Direct input of that level of spiritual power is equivalent to an attack, and it will have two consequences, one is that the soul collapses and disappears, and the other is that it becomes void.

Undead Chuan was so irritable that he finally had to recognize the reality. He raised his hand as if to let him do what he wanted, looked at the other side awkwardly, and urged, "Hurry up if you want to hug."

Izumo made mental preparations, imagined him as brave, and hugged him again.

After hugging tightly for two seconds, Izumo clicked his tongue softly, "It's really uncomfortable to hold."

"It's really long-winded. I'm the one who's uncomfortable. Holding ice cubes is softer than you."

"..."

There was no response, Undead Chuan turned back with a sullen face, "I have no other intentions, you don't have to take it to heart."

"..."

The head on the chest was motionless, silent and silent.

Undead Chuan moved his fingers, wanting to push the person away to see if he was hurt by the unintentional words just now, but unfortunately no matter how hard he pulled, it still didn't move.

"Tsk, I said hello." Immortal Chuan lowered his head, and what he could see was the curls on the top of Izumo's head. The long white hair extended along the direction of the curls and was loosely bundled under his head.

Not knowing what he thought of, Undead Chuan turned his head aside forcefully.

Ganlusi had a panoramic view of his little movements, and made up a 20-character triangle relationship in his brain. The constant cutting and messing made her face flushed.

"It suddenly occurred to me just now, do you think Yiyong will be angry when he sees us hugging each other?"

Just as he was at a loss and wanted to find an opportunity to apologize, he suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from his chest, and Undead Chuan glared at him fiercely, "Huh? You were thinking about this just now?"

Izumo raised his head from his arms, folded his arms in retaliation, "What is this kind of thing called, it's a very important thing."

Undead Chuan gasped, his ribs almost being strangled, "Do you want to murder! And have you hugged enough!"

"It's not enough, wait a minute, I don't want to hug you again later."

"Let go first, what kind of strange power is this!"

"No loose, I'm angry."

"Do you really want to kill me, brat!"

……

Shinoda Ryo quietly left from the courtyard door, and the faintly flowing light from his eyes converged into a dark color in the depths of his pupils.

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