[Comprehensive] Sakuramoto

That night, Honmaru held a celebration banquet, together with the welcome banquet for the new knife.

Like every banquet, the swordsmen prepared their own performances. Jiro dragged people around to drink, and Japan was the most cooperative. He didn't move but refused frequently, indicating that he now understands the principle of drinking in moderation.When the swordsmen were making a fuss, Nezha quietly drank two glasses of wine.

Two glasses of wine are not enough to make Nezha drunk, but I don't know if it is driven by his heart, which makes his brain a little hot, and he uncontrollably shifts his gaze to the mustache who is holding the cup and chatting with Xiao Karasuma.

I just feel that the gentle smile on his face is dazzling.

He is so gentle to everyone, and the gentleness he enjoys is no different.The eyeballs were quietly covered with a thin layer of red, which was not clear under the light.

Nezha stood up from the main seat, and walked straight to the side of Mustache, his voice was a little erratic: "You mustache, I have something to say to you."

Of course Mustache would not refuse Nezha’s invitation to talk alone. They came to the aisle outside, and with the breeze blowing, Nezha became a little more awake, but the unexplainable burning feeling in his chest made him a little impulsive.

The thriving possessive desire occupied his reason, he looked up at Mustache's eyes, met the gentleness with satisfaction and dissatisfaction, and sighed: "If only Mustache is so gentle to me."

This is not something that a normal Nezha would say, and Mustache couldn't help being a little surprised.He covered Nezha's forehead with slightly cold hands, and the scalding heat shocked him. He worried: "It's so hot, do you have a fever? Is there anything else that Nezha feels uncomfortable?"

Because Mustache didn't directly respond to his question, Nezha's heart burned even more intensely, and he grabbed Mustache's hand fiercely, with such force that it made Mustache's hand turn red: "In your eyes I will always be a child here, right? It doesn’t matter if I answer my questions or not? Or, are you unwilling to give tenderness to me alone? "

The redness on Nezha's eyes became deeper, and Mustache realized that something was wrong. Thinking of those two words that represent decay, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he broke away from Nezha's restraint with rare loss of manner, and held Nezha tightly with both hands. On Nezha's shoulder, the big golden cat pupils stared at Nezha's red eyes. He tried his best to control his tone, and asked Nezha with his usual gentleness: "Is there something wrong with you? Tell me, okay?"

Nezha felt as if the world was covered with a layer of veil at this moment. He could see the opening and closing of Mustache's mouth, but he couldn't understand what he said, so he just asked blindly: "Would you like to give your tenderness to me? And me?"

It seems that the answer to this question is what he has been looking for all his life.

"I belong to you alone." Mustache sighed softly, then leaned down and whispered into Nezha's ear: "I am willing, my tenderness belongs only to you."

Hearing the answer he wanted, Nezha's mind seemed to come back completely, but when he was sober, he heard Mustache mumble: "Oh, I forgot that I have brother Wan."

On the surface, Higakiri seems to be gentle to everyone, but in fact, he is much colder than his younger brother Kumemaru.Especially since he still has bad memories from the last time he appeared.Originally, only Nezha and his stupid brother could feel his true tenderness.

Ah, no, he teased his stupid brother more.The cutest brother is when he cries!

cough!

Back to the topic, Nezha was confused for a moment when he heard Mustache's mumbling.Then there was dissatisfaction, he didn't want to occupy the same position as his younger brother!

But if what he wants is not the position of his younger brother, then what is it?

It can't be a son, can it?

To be honest, Nezha felt that this idea was okay, but at this moment, he suddenly recalled the feeling when the burden of time became bigger. At that time, his feelings for Mustache were obviously impossible to be the relationship between father and son.It's more exclusive...

Love.

Nezha, whose mind is not fully mature, can't understand what love is, but his body has an impulse, which tells him that he wants to know what love is.That was the feeling he had experienced, obviously the feeling he had experienced.

As long as you grow up, can you have this feeling again?

The desire to grow up was stronger than ever, and a storm rolled up in Nezha's sea of ​​consciousness, which came suddenly and violently.The suppressed red in Nezha's eyes made a comeback again, even deeper than before.

But this time, Nezha has already found out that he is wrong.

Heart demon, the most terrifying calamity on the road to immortality.

It turned out that the limitation of stature and the inevitable distance from his companions had already given him demons.

Nezha, who is prepared, will not let the demons seize his mind, but he also has to retreat to suppress it.Somewhere, he had a premonition that by defeating this inner demon, he would be able to get what he wanted.

The chance of defeating the demons was fleeting, and he had no time to choose a suitable place for retreat, and he couldn't even return to his bedroom.He only had time to clear all the knives from the observation building and put an indestructible restriction on the building before falling into a battle with the inner demon.

The swords who were suddenly thrown out of the observation building didn't know what happened. In the blink of an eye, they collectively moved from the observation building to the outside of the building. They even subconsciously followed the action just now. Then he played twice, and Shanbachi rolled twice on the ground, Luan was still dancing, Da Prajna was playing tricks on pouring wine, the jug was still in his hand, but the one on the table was gone, and the wine was poured directly On the head of the Lion King who suddenly lost his chair and fell back...

Amidst the screams of the Lion King, everyone woke up and found that the venue had changed.A full half a minute passed before Dao Dao confirmed that what happened in front of them was not a hallucination, and they were really changed places.

It's not that their vigilance is too low, but that Honmaru is an absolutely safe haven for them, and accidents that happen here simply don't exist in their cognition.

Inevitably, the scene was a little flustered.

They looked at each other in a little panic, subconsciously looking for the most dependent existence, except for their respective elders, naturally there are many people looking for Nezha.

But no, there is no sign of Nezha.

Yao Yan, who has always been steady, trembled a little, and when he roared loudly, his subwoofer was a bit sharp: "Where is the third prince! Did you see the third prince!"

"I didn't see it!"

"no!"

"Where are you, third prince?"

"Woooooooooooooooooo... the third prince..."

……

"Brother! Anijia!" Discordant voices suddenly appeared from the crowd looking for the third prince.

Fu Sangshen with mint green hair was more panicked than the others. For him, not only the lord, but even his elder brother could not be found.

Little Karasuma suddenly said: "When my father was chatting with Higiri just now, the third prince called Hikiri away."

All knives looked at him.Karasuma said calmly, "At that time, they went to a place where there were no people outside, so they should have talked alone."

In other words, the missing two people are together.

Knowing this, Kewan felt a little relieved, the third prince is so powerful, there will definitely be no safety issues for Anijia to follow him.He believed it blindly.

"But where are they now?"

"Why were we thrown out by the Belvedere?"

"Are the third prince and mustache still in the building?"

He Quanshou was close and tried to walk into the tower, but was blocked by an invisible barrier before he got close.Before he could explain the situation, Hasebe rushed over, crossed Izumi Mamoru and hit the barrier, but was bounced back hard!

Taro raised his hand to pick it up, but was led by Juli and fell back together.

There was a loud "bang", and the others subconsciously felt pain for them.

Those who were close hurriedly went to help them up.Fortunately, although they fell hard, but their skin is thick enough, it's no big deal, but Taro's waist, which has been used as a meat pad, is a little twisted, so he needs to take a good rest when he turns around.

After this, everyone knew that there was a problem with the Observatory, and this problem was definitely related to their lord.In this way, they don't know if they are going to force their way in.

What if Nezha has something that he doesn't want them to disturb?This rash action is afraid that it will be delayed.But what if he is in trouble and needs help?

Just as they were hesitating, a head poked out from the top floor of the observation building.

"Brother!" Knee Maru exclaimed.

That head was Hikakiri.

Although an invisible barrier was erected in the viewing tower, it did not hinder their communication, and Higakiri waved to him when he heard Kemaru's call.

Seeing Hidekiri waving his hands calmly, knowing that nothing serious happened, the swordsmen were all relieved.Then one after another, they raised their voices and shouted questions.

Mustache: ...

It's like there are a thousand ducks calling here one after another, and nothing can be heard clearly.

Hidekiri didn't reply to any of the questions, he even turned his head back!The people below who were shouting happily saw him behave like this and almost choked on their own saliva.

Fortunately, not long after, Mustache appeared again. He came to the first floor, stood on the inside of the barrier, and said with a slight smile, "Okay, okay, don't worry, ask one by one."

Comparing with Higakiri's current performance, they were howling like a bunch of idiots just now.Suddenly, the swordsmen who had a lot of questions seemed to have no questions to ask, and the scene was very quiet.

Mustache tilted his head in doubt: "Huh? What's the matter? I went up without saying a word."

People outside couldn't get in, and Mustache who was trapped inside couldn't get out, and he still had to pack up a place to sleep at night.

"What's the matter, my lord!" Hasebe's question brought the scene to life, and the others also asked each other one by one.

Mustache couldn't explain what happened, and he didn't want to say anything about Nezha's suspicion of resisting the dark fall, so he put on a look of "Huh?What are you talking about? With an innocent expression on his face, he waited until everyone who asked the question was about to burst into flames, before he made a thoughtful expression: "That... Nezha should be in retreat, right?"

"What do you mean should be!"