History of the construction of Hanamaru [Comprehensive]

It must not be his problem!

Jiu Tun Tong faintly felt that his three views had collapsed, he still insisted on refusing to believe it, he wanted to maintain his last bit of stubbornness as the ghost king of Dajiang Mountain.

"He... how could he be a girl!"

Even though there were so many unwilling to believe it in his heart, Shuten-douji still dubiously used a male pronoun.

Pushed between Shuten-douji and Jiro, Luan blinked his eyes, and he looked at the two in puzzlement.Then, as if he understood what they were saying, he smiled.

"I'm a boy~"

"..." Jiu Tun-douji was silent, and after a moment of silence, a real question mark popped out of his head.

Liar!He doesn't believe it!

There must be something wrong with this world!

Standing in front of him is Luan Yingying, with long orange-gold hair and clear sky-like eyes.Healed by Prajna, the soft and lovely face is now smiling slightly.

No matter how you look at it!They don't even look like boys!

As if he understood what Shuten Doji was thinking, he slowly put his hands on the hem of his skirt.He lifted up slightly, revealing the white thighs hidden under the skirt.

He smiled softly, like a little devil.

Blinking at Shuten-douji, he asked in a sweet and cloying voice, "Want to see it? You seem to care a lot about what's under my skirt."

Shuten-douji took a step back, and kicked the wine gourd that he had just accidentally dropped. There was a big grinning mouth at the bottom of the gourd, and Jiuten-douji kicked it, and a lot of divine wine flowed out.

The divine wine was poured out and slowly seeped into the ground, and the air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine.

If it was normal, the divine wine just spilled out and didn't enter his stomach, Shuten-douji would be so distressed to death.But he can't control that much now, because he is still in a state where his three views have been smashed, and he can't recover for a long time.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to watch?" He tilted his head wildly, looking like an innocent and lovely girl.

"No... no no no..." Jiu Tun-douji shook his head hastily, his eyes wandering up and down couldn't help falling on the corner of the messy skirt.

Jiro laughed loudly. He hooked Shuten-douji's neck and lifted him up, "Come on, let's drink together! Don't pay attention to such small details hahahaha."

Shuten-douji, who was trapped in Jiro's arms and chest, looked indifferent, and even wanted to stab them with a wine gourd.

Jiro picked up the wine gourd that had fallen on the ground, patted it and stuffed it into the arms of Shuten-douji, who was a little quieter than usual.

He himself sat down carelessly, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip into his mouth, "It's rare that the eldest brother is not here, so I want to open it and drink."

"Hi! That's right!" Fudo Xingguang raised his glass to signal, his cheeks were blush, showing that he was drunk, "Let's forget about those unpleasant things!"

The Japanese took a sip of wine, looked at the extremely low-alcohol Amazake in Fudo Xingguang's hands, curled his lips, took advantage of the length of his hands, and reached out to snatch the bottle that looked like a milk bottle.

"What do you call drinking! Wine needs to be strong to be cool!" He put one hand on Xingguang's head, and threw the bottle away with the other.

"That's right, try this! You're going to love it." Jiro sandwiched Fukihiko between himself and Japan, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pointing his bottle at the immobile Xingguang's mouth gulped it down.

Surrounded by two giant swords and guns, Fudo Yukimitsu was like a poor fish on a chopping board who was forced to raise his head high and swallow the wine that Jiro forced into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough!" Fudo Yukimitsu pushed Jiro's hand away forcefully, before the wine he could swallow overflowed from his mouth and nose, he was in a panic.

Fudo Xingguang covered his mouth, coughing uncontrollably, the spicy wine burned his stomach like fire.

In addition, in his throat, he choked on the wine in his throat, and his eyes were full of tormented tears.

"So you're still a child, and you still don't believe it." Nihon-chan smiled without moving Yukimitsu's capacity for alcohol, "You'll get drunk just by drinking amazake."

Fudo Xingguang pursed his lips, wiped the wine off his chin, and stretched out his hand to Japan.

Japan is puzzled.

"Give it to me." The grape-colored pupils were a bit stubborn, and a little unwilling to be outdone.

Japan was stunned for a moment, then immediately laughed, he threw the wine bottle hanging on his waist, which was a few circles smaller than the wine tank in his hand, to Fudo Xingguang, "Here."

Fudo Xingguang unscrewed the cork, raised his head and took a few gulps into his mouth.When he stopped, he looked at the Japanese with a provocative look in his eyes, which made the Japanese laugh more boldly.

"You're not bad!" Japan patted Fudo Xingguang on the back, and Fudo Xingguang sprayed out of his mouth.

"Wine, drink, drink..." He laughed and hummed "Kuroda Festival".

It seemed that the strength of the wine was on the rise, and he didn't move Xingguang and fell drunk on the ground.Holding the wine bottle in his arms, his eyes dimmed with drunkenness, he sang intermittently in a low voice, "Don't move the light, 99 rounds, among the people..."

*

"What are you dragging me here for?" Yingcao was dragged into the house by the girl in the box and Jinyu Ji before she had time to resist. She couldn't help asking aloud as she watched the shoji door being pulled shut by Jinyu Ji.

"Change clothes." The girl in the box put the nesting doll she had been holding in her arms on the treasure box, and she stood up strangely.

"Eh?"

Jinyu Ji, who walked up to the girl in the box, gave one of the clothes in her hand to the girl in the box, and the two of them stared at Yingcao together, and walked forward slowly.

"Ehhh??? Wait...don't touch here...Wow——"

The passing Shikigami and Fusangshin couldn't help but stop outside the door, listening attentively, until someone else came over, and then left embarrassingly.

After a few minutes, the shoji door was pulled open.

Wearing a skin that attracts wealth and treasure, Yingcao with twin ponytails came out from behind the door, but her expression was a bit sleepy.

"The firefly grass is so beautiful, I want to keep you forever, otherwise others will see it." The girl in the box sat on the treasure box again, and she hugged the firefly grass gently.

Jinyu Ji's eyes widened, and she shook her head desperately, "No, no, no! Absolutely not!" She crossed her hands, "The firefly grass belongs to all of us, how can you monopolize it all by yourself!"

"..."

Once again passively at the center of the contest, Yingcao knew that there would be no good results if she stayed any longer, so she sneaked away while Jinyu Ji was unilaterally arguing with the girl in the box.

Yingcao walked along the corridor to the courtyard, when passing a certain pillar.She noticed Izumi Mori who was sitting on the floor, rubbing against the pillar.

"Hey hey~" Izumi Shou blushed and let out smirks one after another.

"What's wrong with you?" As soon as Yingcao squatted down, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol, which made her hold her breath.

Hearing the sound, Izumi Shou turned his head.He opened his eyes wide in horror, flinched back a bit, and then started to giggle again, "Goldfish!"

He pointed to the dandelion of firefly grass.

Yingcao glanced at the dandelion dressed up like a goldfish, looked up and looked around, and asked softly, "Where is Horikawa?"

It's really rare to follow Izumi Mamoru closely all the time, wishing to hang Izumi Mamoru on his waist, and Horikawa, who looks after him 24 hours a day, is not by his side.

"Horikawa?" Izumi Mamoru tilted his head in confusion, and then he laughed foolishly, "I don't know!"

"...You're drunk, I'll help you go back." Yingcao sighed, and it seemed that she couldn't ask any more questions.

However, the knife didn't cooperate very much, he stood up staggeringly while supporting the pillar, "I'm not drunk!"

"People who are drunk say they are not drunk."

"Really! Really not!" Izumi Mori brushed away Yingcao's hand, he stared cross-eyed and pointed at Yingcao, "Hehehe, you have two!"

Suddenly, he frowned again, "Why are there more?"

He thought hard for a while, then shook his hand, "I can't figure it out! Forget it."

"It's more important than this!" Izumi Mamoru raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "kns48!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head dissatisfied, "Why don't you clap your hands? Could it be that you are fascinated by me? There is no way, who made me such a gorgeous and practical knife, Xiaoyingcao~"

"Small? Little Yingcao?" Yingcao was stunned.

"No, you have to clap your hands, clap your hands!" Saying that, He Quanshou covered his mouth with his hands and took a drink break.

Adhering to the concept of not being as knowledgeable as a drunkard, Yingcao clapped her hands obediently a few times, making Izumi Mori nod in satisfaction.

"Then let me show you, Firefly! How handsome I am, Kise Ota."

Izumi Shou opened his mouth and sang loudly: "There are too many words, that expression, just kidding, I will show you how imitated it is..."

"..." Yingcao and Yingcao couldn't help covering their ears, rejecting the magic sound.

"Ah! Mister Kane." Horikawa ran over.

He grabbed Izumi Mori's arm, a little annoyed, and apologized to Yingcao, "I'm sorry, I just went to see the hangover soup, but I made Mr. Kane come here."

"It's okay." Yingcao shook her head.

"Then I'll take Kane-san away first." Horikawa dragged Izumi Mamoru, who was dissatisfied with the interruption of his concert, away.

During the period, Izumi Mori stubbornly continued to sing in his lost tone, "Perfect copy, no no no..."

Yingcao couldn't bear to look directly, she turned and walked towards the courtyard.

Speaking of which, how could Izumi Shou drink?

Yingcao was a little puzzled, until she smelled the strong smell of wine in the courtyard, and instantly had a bad premonition in her heart.

Walking quickly, she saw a scene of demons dancing wildly.

Jiro and Nippon Kyou walked around the courtyard with unsteady steps. When they stopped, they grabbed the people around them and poured wine into their mouths with irresistible force.

A large area was poured in the courtyard, and those who couldn't drink well all lay there on their stomachs and fell asleep with their heads up.But those who can resist those two drunkards are laughing foolishly, dancing and dancing.

Firefly: "..."

She carefully avoided those Shikigami and Fusangshin who seemed to have run out of a mental hospital without taking medicine.

Walking to the center of the courtyard, she saw Shuten-douji holding a wine gourd, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yingcao woke up Jiuten-douji, and Jiuten-douji slowly came back to his senses. He looked at the courtyard and couldn't help being stunned.

who is he?What's happening here?What just happened?

The author has something to say: [Ping An Beijing version of Moments]

Honmaru's first love shake: the prototype has become hazy, aiming at you and returning it to you! 【Singing.jpg】

Ranto Shiro, Komatsu Maru, Kise Ryota, Horikawa Kunihiro and others have liked this

[Comment] Kise Ryota: Oh oh!

[Comment] Kunihiro Horikawa: Call Kane-san! \Jan-sang/\Jian-sang/\Jian-sang/\Jian-sang/, but Jian-sang, can you drink the hangover soup first?

And Izumi Shou and Kise are the same seiyuu, and then Izumi Shou sings Kise's character song, calling Yingcao is also a joke