[Comprehensive] The cat demon judge of grandpa's house

Sanriyue Zongjin didn't care about her compliments, after all, this had happened so many times in the past so long that he had gotten used to it.

Reaching out for the cup that Mikazuki Zongjin used just now, Miyamoto Keiko's hand was caught by Mikazuki Zongjin, and he put it back on his lap, pouted with some dissatisfaction, and Miyamoto Keiko snorted angrily.

Sanri Yue Zong was very helpless, and could only coax him carefully: "My lord, don't be angry, I'm just worried that your hands will be burned. Look, the tea in this cup is boiling hot, and it has just been brewed. , the master is so delicate and tender, what if one is not careful, the cup is poured, the water is poured out, and what should I do if I hurt the master? If this is the case, I will spend the time when the master is injured in self-blame It's time..." He fluttered his beautiful eyes, lowered his head slightly, and made a sad expression, "Does the Lord have the heart to let Zong Jin keep blaming himself like this?"

Miyamoto Keiko wanted to say that what he did was easy to sell, but she couldn't bear to accuse him of abusing her sympathy, so she could only hold her forehead helplessly and sighed, "Okay, I just don't want to take it."

Somewhat boredly playing with Mikazuki Zongjin's hair, Miyamoto Keiko was really bored, flipped through Mikazuki Zongjin's books again, lay down on the table, and sighed deeply.

Sankai Yuezong was sitting next to Keiko Miyamoto, and he couldn't concentrate on reading. He was a little helpless. Looking at the sky, it wasn't time for them to start cooking, so what should they do?

Mikazuki Zongjin thought about it for a while, and looked at the body placed by his side, and suddenly thought of practicing a sword, so he shook the decadent Miyamoto Keiko, and asked with a smile when she raised her eyes in doubt: "My lord wants to watch me practice swords ?"

"...Okay." Miyamoto Keiko waited for a while before realizing what Mikazuki Zongjin had said. She held her hands together, her eyes lit up, and shouted.

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On the open space, Mikazuki Zongjin gave a shallow smile, nodded to Miyamoto Keiko to back away, and after she kept a safe distance from him, he slowly pulled out his own body, with the blade pointing upwards, pointing toward the sky, and asked with a smile, "My lord How many knives do you know?"

Miyamoto Keiko's attention was attracted by the beautiful crescent moon pattern on Mikazuki Sokichi's body, and she didn't answer his words.

He didn't care about it, and just asked casually, "Then let me show you something?"

Keiko Miyamoto opened her eyes wide and raised the corners of her mouth, "Okay."

The light from her body wrapped around her clothes and dispersed. Under the light of the stars, she was wearing a mint-colored [-]-piece single dress with butterflies on it, and she didn't know when it would dance.

A folding fan is held in her hand, and Keiko Miyamoto's right hand is holding the lower part of the fan, the tip of the fan is slightly inclined upwards, and the half-open fan is half-covering her mouth.

Her head was slightly lowered, the fan covered her mouth, and she held the middle of the fan with her left hand, with her thumb on the top and four fingers on the bottom. Her smile was hidden behind the fan, "Grandpa, let's start your performance!"

The fan flapped lightly, and countless scarecrows stood around Sanri Yuezong.

The sharp light of Sanri Yuezong's eyes flashed past, the tip of the knife on the body drooped, and he held the knife so that the back of the knife went along the left shoulder of a scarecrow in front of him and circled around the right shoulder.

Then, with a turn of the toes, the sword was quickly retracted, and the tip of the knife drooped again. The back of the knife was along the right shoulder of the scarecrow on the left and around the left shoulder, repeating the same movement.

While the footsteps were turning, the ears of rice floated up and scattered all over the ground. The footsteps were hurried, and he walked forward quickly. He swung the body fiercely, and the knife was slashing from top to bottom, reaching the blade with force, and the arm and the knife were in a straight line.

The momentum changed instantly, and the murderous aura surged, rushing towards the face, I saw Sanri Yuezong swung his chopping knife along the right or left side of his body in a vertical circle; Scarecrow split in half.

Sankai Yuezong didn't raise his eyes to look at Keiko Miyamoto, whose eyes were full of astonishment, he pursed his lips, paused in silence for a while, turned around, and slashed diagonally with his knife to the lower right, his footsteps were as light as flying, and he was fast Shuttle between several scarecrows, with the rotation of his wrist, the body in his hand was quickly passed between the two hands. Whether it was the lower left or the lower right, there was a sound of breaking wind.

After several back and forth slashes, Sanri Yuezong moved forward rapidly, the direction of the body in his hand changed according to the changes of his wrist and fingertips, and his blade moved from bottom to front, reaching the front of the blade.Facing the scarecrow, the forearm is turned outward, the palm is facing upwards, and the knife is pulled out along the right side of the body in an arc.

Then one turned around and turned back to the other scarecrow, turning the forearm inward, pulling out the knife along the left side of the body, with the palm facing up, and pulling out the knife along the right side of the body in an arc.

"So handsome..." Keiko Miyamoto shouted from the side, quickly silenced, and put down her hands that were planning to applaud. She suddenly thought that Mikazuki Zongjin was practicing swords now, in a relatively peaceful town, and he The body is so beautiful, it's better not to let others see it.

Keiko Miyamoto put away the folding fan abruptly, and with a twirl, the folding fan tapped the ground in front of her lightly, the spiritual power was transmitted accordingly, and a transparent barrier was formed immediately.

Clapping her hands, Keiko Miyamoto stood aside again, half-covering her face with a folding fan, and smiled slightly, the man wielding a sword in her eyes was so full of charm.

Everything seemed to press the slow button, and the sweat of Sanri Yue Zongjin slipped quietly, dripped to the ground, splashed, and glistened.

With a slash of the knife, Sanri Yuezong slipped on his toes, and was about to continue practicing, but saw the beautiful figure standing behind the erratic straw in front of him.

With her black hair raised, she raised her hand gently, pinching the blade of Mikazuki Zongjin with two fingers, approaching with lotus steps, her face was close to Mikazuki Zongjin, her eyes were shining brightly, as beautiful as clear water.

"My lord..." Sanri Yuezong leaned back slightly, and muttered.

Keiko Miyamoto raised the corner of her mouth, stretched out her hand, and pressed his chin down, making him bow his head, stand on tiptoe, and leave his mouth as soon as they touched. Her fingers rubbed his chin, and her hand moved down, stopped at his chest.

With a slight push, Miyamoto Keiko turned around lightly, and the folding fan at her waist was pulled out as she turned around, and spread out to cover her face, only her red earlobes showed her shyness.

On the third day, Yue Zongjin stopped his movements, retracted the knife gracefully, turned around, and the two turned their backs to each other without looking at each other again.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his lips, his originally calm face suddenly turned red, his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, the crescent moon shone brightly in his eyes, he couldn't help but clenched the handle of the knife, and smiled In between, a lot of tastes, sweetness quietly swayed my heart.

Her long hair swept her waist, Keiko Miyamoto's face was flushed, her phoenix eyes were full of affection, but hidden behind the fan, she closed her eyes, showing a rare shyness, the twelve single clothes on her body turned into light spots Going, only the light yellow floral dress was left on her body, she stepped forward and ran away from the yard.

Sanri Yuezong just turned around, and saw the beautiful figure go away, put down the raised hand, and closed the mouth that was about to speak.

He could only sigh softly, turned and walked towards the house.Walking slowly, the scarecrow around his body turned into cherry petals and flew in the air, scattering pink all over the place.

After closing the door, Sanri Yuezong leaned against the door, slowly slid down, and finally sat on the ground. He bent one knee, wrapped one hand around, and covered his face with the other hand. He let out a soft laugh, and then laughed. The sound became louder and louder, until at the end, I couldn't stop laughing until tears fell down.

His hair grows quietly, and the joy, pain, and nostalgia in his blue eyes are intricately intertwined, leaving only a few smooth and smooth cheeks.

He stretched out his hand, as if he was going to explore something in the sky, and muttered, "Master...Master..."

In an instant, a smear of black stained his eyes, he slowly closed his eyes, and a faint golden light flickered in his mind.

In the flying flower dance, blue and black are intertwined, holding hands, and a smile on the corner of the mouth, with familiarity in the vagueness, sadness in the familiarity, despair in the sadness...

Everything, in a trance, he seemed to see the beautiful figure looking back, and smiled brightly.

Everything in front of him was fragmented and scattered.

Sanri Yuezong nearly opened his eyes, looked at his hand blankly, and wiped it lightly on his face, the moist feeling made him even more puzzled.

Standing up by the door in a daze, Sanri Yuezong held his forehead, not knowing why he just sat here with his back against the door.

Lifting his feet, he glanced at the wall clock, and then at the sky outside the window. Seeing that it was getting late, he walked towards the kitchen.

Although I don't know what happened just now, it is still more important to fill the Lord's stomach, so... what are you going to do tonight?

He tilted his head and began to think about the menu.

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