water call diplomatic ambassador

Humans have always seemed complicated.

They are strange and true, and they are also true inexplicably, making people never guess what they are thinking.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka felt the same way about this pink-haired Ghost Slayer man.

Tonight is a cloudless night, and many stars can be seen in the human mansion.

Although the air in this house still smelled of the nasty wisteria flowers when touched slightly, the softness of the wind made people feel extraordinarily comfortable.

This was originally a very suitable time for ghosts to be active.

But that's just what it was.

And he is now being locked in a human mansion.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki was puzzled, he didn't even know what to say now.

After returning from the outside, the ghost hunter locked himself in the house without saying anything. The key point was that he went in without any resistance at all. Now that I think about it, I feel a little regretful.

He is obviously a ghost, and ghosts cannot haunt during the day, they can only act at night, and only at night is the most free time.

But he obediently obeyed the other party's words and shut himself in the door.

crazy.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki now feels that he is sick.

Now he felt like a stupid fish that had been caught without any bait.

But even so.

He looked away from the window and looked to the side, and looked at the pink-haired boy who was sitting in an absolutely safe place not far away, leaning against the wall and resting his eyes.

I was locked in the house, no matter how I looked inside and outside, I looked unfriendly, but that person didn't just leave me here alone.

Although he might just be on guard.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked at him for a while, and then glanced at the blue sun wheel knife standing on the wall next to him.

By coincidence, Tomioka Yoshiyuki raised his steps without making any sound, and then stood in front of Hirindao.

He hesitated for a moment, but still held out his hand to the knife.

His white fingers held the handle of the knife, and a strange feeling spread from his fingertips to Tomioka Yoshiyuki's nerves. He reached out and pulled out the knife in his hand and stood it upright. The blade reflected the moonlight and shone in his eyes.

"Evil Killing"

The words on the knife entered Tomioka Yoshiyuki's eyes, and he frowned slightly.

The index finger lightly touched the words engraved on the blade, and the abrupt touch on the cold blade became more and more real at his fingertips.

how to say.

It's a bit like mahjong played by humans.

It is uneven, and there is always a sense of superiority that is about to win after picking it up.

It is obviously made of the same material as a kitchen knife, but can it kill ghosts?

Obviously ghosts can grow back even if their limbs are severed.

It's really... weird.

But in the next second, Tomioka Yoshiyuki's strangeness was interrupted.

Because his eyes suddenly spun, and before he could react, his back suddenly hit the ground.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki let out a muffled snort.

His legs were suddenly pressed down, and his neck was directly locked. He couldn't move his whole body, and the five fingers on his neck were still tightening.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka, who was a ghost, was pushed to the ground by a person.

It was the swordsman.

Tomioka frowned and raised his eyes, but his gaze directly met a pair of silver eyes.

Is in a room with myself Sabito.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki was a little depressed, he said dissatisfied: "What are you doing?"

"Let me go." Pressing Satu and said in a cold voice, the words were full of warnings to him.

"It's you who's catching me."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki said with the slightest depression, "It should be you who let me go."

"Let go of the sun wheel knife in your hand."

Sun wheel knife?

Tomioka Yoshiyuki was stunned for a moment, when the handle of the knife in his hand reminded him what the other party was talking about.

"Oh."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yoshiyuki Tomioka let go of the knife in his hand, and the sword fell from his hand to the ground with a crisp sound.

After releasing the knife, he looked straight at Satu again.

Is it okay now?

Satoshi paused for a second when he heard the sound of the Japanese sword falling to the ground, but then he came back to his senses and slowly loosened Tomioka Yoshiyuki's five fingers.

But he forgot to loosen the shackles on the legs of the person below him, and he still did not let go.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka laid his head back and glanced suspiciously at Sato who was resting on his body, and couldn't help but speak after a few seconds.

"Are you going to sleep on me like this tonight?"

Sato was stunned, and instantly realized that his face was annoyed.

"It's filthy!"

Then he picked up the Japanese sword that fell next to him, and got up angrily, and the haori with the three-color tortoise shell pattern swept over the tip of Tomioka Yoshiyuki's nose because of his movement.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka was very confused. He sat up and looked at Sato who put away the Japanese sword and opened the door angrily and walked out. He couldn't understand what was going on with this human being.

Where is he filthy?

Although he is a ghost, he never eats people or kills people. He has never spattered any blood on his body. Where is he filthy?

I really don't understand.

The minds of human beings are indeed full of unpredictable thoughts.

Sabito was standing outside the door.

His right hand clenched the handle of the Sun Wheel Knife and trembled slightly, his fingertips turned white, the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This Japanese sword belongs to Giyu Tomioka.

The meaning of existence of the sun wheel knife is to kill evil spirits, and it should not be a toy played by evil spirits.

He is a rabbit, but also a water column. He should not be bewitched by the deceptive appearance of the other party, let alone be touched by it.

That's a ghost.

Even if they look alike, so what?

The ghost killed his parents, more than a dozen brothers, Zhenzhu, and Yiyong.

The only belief that can keep me alive is to kill him.

Sabito slowly opened his eyes, he let go of his grip on the handle of the knife, and walked towards the courtyard.

The moonlight dances with the dreamy purple wisteria flowers, and there are wisteria flowers everywhere in the house of wisteria flowers.

No one cleaned it at night, and the petals fell to the ground with the wind like a carpet.

The pink boy stood under the flower tree, the flower-colored feathers blended with the color of his hair, and became hazy in the sea of ​​flowers.

The old man with the lamp in the yard raised the lamp in doubt for a moment, and he was relieved when he saw the person clearly.

The old man smiled and said gently, "Good evening, Master Shuizhu."

Sato turned his head when he heard the voice, and smiled back when he saw the old man, "Good evening, just call me Sato."

The old man smiled and nodded, "Summer is a bit hot, if Lord Sato can't sleep, I'll ask the servants to bring ice and put it in the room."

Xitu shook his head when he heard this, "Saitu is born with a cold body, staying up all night has nothing to do with the heat, it's causing you trouble."

"That's something to worry about."

The old man saw through his thoughts at a glance, and Sato paused because of her words.

The old man laughed slowly.

"My daughter just got married. Before that, she fell in love with that lover in a different place, and her brows often showed the same sadness as you. The young man brought back from the house by Mr. Sato at night is also like you. stop."

Sabito made a embarrassed expression when he heard that.

"You misunderstood..."

Indeed, he met that ghost when he went out at night, and it was already late at night when he brought him back.

Old people who can't tell ghosts would think so...

The old man laughed a few more times, obviously he didn't take his words to heart, put aside the topic and chatted with him for a few words, and walked slowly past the wisteria tree with a lamp in his hand.

But, misunderstanding or something.

The old man looked at the complexity in the silver eyes of the pink-haired boy next to him.

Eyes don't lie, do they?