The spell daily of the departed savior

"Xiaoli."

The man's voice, with a smile on his face, came from a distance.

"Xiao Li, are you still sleeping?" The man's voice was getting closer, with some surprise, he smiled again: "It's really rare, was the last mission so tiring."

Wuli's eyelashes trembled.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyeballs trembled under his eyelids, the warm bed and the soft sound of the wind were all keenly sensed by his strong body that had been in the battlefield for a long time, and the sweet aroma of food lingered.

The wind blows through the branches, the rustling is soft, and the cicadas sing leisurely and cheerfully. It is a green and cool morning in midsummer.

He has woken up, and has also recognized the other party's voice.

However, he dared not wake up.

Wuli clenched his teeth, exhausting all his restraint to suppress his desire/desire to open his eyes and see.

Can't!You can't open your eyes... As long as you open your eyes, there will be nothing...

Until a slightly cool palm was gently placed on his forehead.

Wuli suddenly stopped all struggling and calmed down.

"No fever, body temperature is normal. After a good night's sleep, my physical strength should have almost recovered." The man's voice was clear and gentle, as if he saw his own spoiled child: "So, Xiao Li wants to do it." A little slob?"

Wu Li originally thought that his eyes had already dried up, but until now, when he trembled his slender eyelashes, he suddenly realized in the blurred wetness in front of his eyes—ah, so he hasn't completely dried up yet.

He slowly raised his hand, and tightly grasped the hand that was about to be taken away from his forehead with an inexplicable force.

"teacher……"

Wu Li heard his voice hoarse and dry saying: "Don't be snatched away by others, okay?"

Please.

The man laughed softly, stretched out his other hand, and gently smoothed Wuli's long, messy sleeping hair: "No."

"The teacher will always be by Xiaoli's side until Xiaoli grows up, until Xiaoli becomes a savior who can take care of himself, until Xiaoli no longer needs a teacher. The clouds are gone and the rain is gone, and the trees are towering."

"Is it a nightmare? Don't be afraid. The day is already bright and the shadows are gone. You will welcome your light. Xiaoli, open your eyes."

Wuli's body froze, and then slowly stretched out, resisting and hesitating slowly opened his eyes, and looked sideways.

The man with dark green half-long hair has a pair of warm warm brown eyes, like a wheat field swaying in the warm wind against the orange-red sunset glow. When he looks at anyone with a smile, it will make the other person calm down suddenly.

"Teacher..." Wuli quickly blinked his wet eyelashes, his blurred vision gradually became clear, and he saw this familiar face again.

Wuli seemed to have too much to say, but under the gaze of the calm and gentle wise man, he only hoarsely said: "Teacher, long time no see."

The other party smiled and pulled his hand away from Wuli's, and stood up with his arms folded in the snow-blue kimono robe: "Although you just went to do a task by yourself, but... well, long time no see, Xiaoli. "

"Get up, breakfast is ready."

Just when the man turned around and was about to go out, he was stopped by Wuli who stood up slowly: "Teacher, even if I am an adult, please stay with me more, okay?"

Wuli lowered his head, his long black hair slipped from his shoulders, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Only the wet eyelashes kept trembling, like a goshawk drenched by the downpour, circling but couldn't find a place to return.

The man paused, then smiled and walked out without answering.

The white foot bag landed on the light green tatami, then stepped across the porch and stepped on the wooden corridor.

Blood red surged up from the wooden floor, instantly staining the foot pockets red.

Wuli's pupils constricted.

He threw off the quilt quickly and stood up, pounced on like a beast hunting, desperately reaching out to grab the corner of the snow-blue robe.

But he only grabbed blood on his hands.

Wuli panted heavily, trembling all over, slowly raised his head, and looked at the man.

But I only saw the other party looking back with a smile, and said with downcast eyes: "Xiao Li, next time you go to the High School of Conjuration to do a mission, go meet the teacher's friend. Teacher, I left you a gift."

"Teacher, teacher, I don't want a gift." Wuli tried his best to suppress his trembling voice, like a beast dying, whining hoarsely, almost begging: "I don't want a gift, I just want you."

The warm brown eyes of the other party are calm and warm, but with a plainness and coldness that sees through everything: "Xiao Li."

Wuli froze.

He slowly, slowly clenched his knuckle-boned palm, as if he wanted to keep the temperature of his blood: "I see."

"Then can I dream of the teacher again?"

Clogs made a crisp sound as they stepped onto the corridor.The snow-blue robes fluttered behind the man, like a ray of wind that couldn't be caught.

"The day is already shining, and the remaining shadows are gone. Xiaoli, you will welcome your light."

Wuli bent down slowly and dejectedly, as if he couldn't bear the heavy burden, his slender body was trembling constantly, all the skills and strength honed in the battle were useless.

He bent himself into a ball.

"teacher……"

don't go.

don't go.

Don't!Walk! ! !

"!"

Wu Li suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into view was the roof of the castle tower.

The leaked power swept across the entire room in an instant, the curtains rolled wildly, and the vase couldn't bear the heavy pressure and suddenly shattered.

Wuli's consciousness began to gather back, the pupils that had been constricted into a line slowly relaxed, and the leaked power also converged again.

Except for the shattered tiles all over the place, it is impossible to see what happened in the room.

Wuli sat up slowly, in the gloomy and cold weather of Honmaru, sweat ran down his forehead, down his neck, across his collarbone and into the white nightgown that was spread out on his chest.

He frowned his long and sharp eyebrows, his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding environment, and then, as if disappointed or angry, he pressed his lips tightly and lost his blood.

"Wu Li-kun? What happened?" Kasen Kanesada's voice came from outside the gate of the castle tower, obviously feeling the crazy power leaked from Wu Li at that moment.

Wuli half-cast his eyes, sitting quietly between the half-opened beds, like a statue that has lost its vitality.

The room was silent, empty and silent.

The cold wind blows in through the window, taking away the warmth from the sweaty skin.

After a while, Wuli stood up expressionlessly, put on his nightgown and walked to the bathroom.

"Singer, it's all right."

·

When Wuli stepped out of the castle tower neatly in uniform, he had already recovered his usual calm.

"Wuli-kun." Kasen Kanesada's dirty red eyes lit up: "Good morning."

Wuli nodded calmly: "Good morning, Song Xian. Do you want breakfast?"

Kasen Kanesada blinked slowly: "But, Honmaru doesn't have a kitchen knife..."

"If you don't ask too much, is omelet rice okay? I will still make this." Wuli nodded slightly, motioning him to follow.

In the kitchen, all kitchen utensils and ingredients are prepared.

The work of the material department is very good, and the supplementary materials will be delivered every morning, and Honmaru's life has begun to get on the right track.

Kasen Kanesada stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the back of the man who took off his black uniform jacket and wore a light gray shirt with his head lowered and shredded vegetables, feeling a little dazed.

——How long has it been since you saw this scene in the kitchen?

Ah...it seems very far away, from the last time when Kiri Mitsutada jumped into the stove when the candlestick was shaken, there will no longer be a good smell coming out of Honmaru's kitchen, and the knives will no longer surround the kitchen door/lively Ask for sweets.And those little short knives that became taciturn also began to shatter on the battlefield one after another, and then they were forged and shattered...

It was so far away that he no longer expected such a scene.

"E-li-jun-"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice came faintly from outside the window, breaking the warm and peaceful atmosphere in the kitchen.

That pretty face rose little by little from the window and appeared in Wuli's field of vision.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga turned from his usual energetic appearance, and even had deep dark circles under his blood-red eyes, as if he had stayed up late and ran a marathon.

"I want to know, when will the seeds of flowers and plants in the garden be planted?" Even the usually confident and magnetically pleasant voice is now so weak that it seems to be blown away by the wind.

Wuli's sharp long eyebrows raised slightly, and his hands kept chopping vegetables: "If I remember correctly, this should be a punishment for someone who rummaged through things—or is it a royal family that enjoys a high reputation and is made by the famous craftsman Gojo? Omono Tsurumaru Kuninaga-sama, do you want to repent without aristocratic style?"

He has always been called "Tsurumaru" by Wuli, and when he first heard that he had a long list of honorable names, Kunianaga Tsurumaru trembled, and felt guilty that he had done something wrong and was called his full name seriously.

The pure white crane coughed a few times, and instantly regained its radiant expression, nodded and said: "You think too much, I didn't say that."

Wuli: "Oh, that's good."

He turned to the side and turned on the rice cooker that had already cooked the rice: "Then the flower seeds in the garden will continue to be entrusted to Tsurumaru. Please be sure to finish it before dinner today, don't be lazy."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had stayed up all night, had to touch the dark and wave a hoe because of his sense of crisis and sense of crisis, planted seeds in the courtyard alone when Wuli fell asleep: "..."

The pure white crane felt that its feathers were going to be bald.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga rested his pointed chin on the window sill, looking weak and pitiful that he was dying soon: "Is it omelet rice again? The omelet rice made by Wuli-kun is terrible. It can be seen that I work so hard. For the sake, do you want another one?"

Wuli held a plate full of rice and looked back calmly: "What are you talking about, Tsurumaru?"

"This is my breakfast with Gexian, not yours."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "!!!"

Bai He was hit hard and became a line draft.

……

The warm aroma of omurice wafts from the kitchen.

The shoji door of the Daihiro Room was slowly pushed open, and a line of light that was not very bright entered the door.

Clogs stepped into that area from the darkness.

Mikami Tsukimune smiled softly, looking at the kitten who was chasing the golden chain on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's robe in the courtyard.

The cat cub with light gray patterns printed on its snow-white fur is only the size of a palm, with a soft "meow meow meow" voice, even with bared teeth, it seems to be acting like a spoiled child at Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

But when the kitten turned around, it had four eyes on its face.

"Oh." Sanri Yuezong raised his sleeve to cover his lips, a crescent moon in his eyes: "What a... cute kitty."

"What the hell are you, poor little boy?"