[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

Still a very ordinary night.

Yinshi had a bit of a cold recently, so he ate a little food and went to bed.Songyang and Gui cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks together, thinking that Yinshi would be hungry at night, so he planned to go to the kitchen to cook a small stove for him.

"Isn't the teacher full?" Gui rubbed his eyes, "I'll make something for the teacher..."

Songyang smiled and patted his head, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

It was only about eight o'clock late, and the room was unprecedentedly quiet.Songyang looked around, and found that the students were sleeping quietly in the bedroom, probably because they were too noisy during the day, so they went to bed so early.

Songyang stood up, his eyes darkened slightly.He yawned and went back to his room to read a book.

At about one o'clock in the morning, he extinguished the candle, and then heard the sound of monks clanging and countless people with knives falling to the ground outside the window.

With a stern look in his eyes, he grabbed the knife in his hand and stood up.When he passed the door of the student bedroom, he gently closed the half-open sliding door.But what can that thin paper door resist?

He felt bitter.

"Yoshida Shoyo, the first-class sinner in Naraku of Amaterasu, we have been ordered to arrest you, and I advise you to be obedient and arrest you!"

It's still the same sentence, just the name has changed.

Why, there was a coup in Tianzhaoyuan?There was a very cold and faint smile on the man's lips.He walked out of the thatched hut, in front of him there was a dense blackness, and the roof behind him must have been covered with crows. You don't need to listen, the woods around the thatched hut must also be full of people.

"Don't touch my students. I'll go with you."

Songyang said lightly, throwing the knife to the ground in front of him.

The dinner was tampered with by these people. Except for myself who detoxified very quickly, it is no wonder that the other students couldn't wake up early.Even though he was unarmed, his body was always tense and ready for battle.

This is the worst possible situation.There were hundreds of crows here, even if he could kill them all with his immortal body, he couldn't protect every student in the melee.But how much can he trust the verbal promise of Tianzhaoyuan Naraku?

"As long as you are good at doing it yourself, Naraku will stop here. This is the leader's order."

Xu is here, where is another leader?Songyang frowned, watching Naluo who was holding the rope approaching him step by step.

"—Who are you?"

The boy's slightly hoarse sick voice sounded behind him.

not good.

Song Yang's eyes turned red almost instantly, and he turned around and shouted: "Don't hurt him!"

Too late.The Naluos guarding the roof jumped down, and two cold steel monk's poles directly pushed Yin Shi down to the ground, resting on his neck left and right, making him unable to get up at all.

--……hateful.

Yin Shi, who was still suffering from a cold, shook his head vigorously, trying to clear up his mushy mind.The blow just now was not light, he hit his chin on the mud floor, bit his tongue, and blood started to flow from his mouth; a piece of his forehead was also broken by the monk's stick, and warm blood began to flow from the corner of his forehead.

—Who are these people?Shogunate?God?Why did you take Songyang away?

Yinshi thought quickly, but found that he couldn't grasp the clue at all.

Ah... It's just that I didn't have enough for dinner, and I wanted to ask my classmates for something to eat, but found that they seemed to have fallen asleep, and couldn't wake up no matter how hard they shook.

——But why only target Songyang?Are those pedantic and useless samurai advocates looking for trouble again?

Yinshi struggled hard, only to find that the monk's staff around his neck was not moving at all.No, not the bastards, who were clearly stronger and trained to the best of their ability.

"I said don't hurt him, are you deaf?!"

It was the first time I heard Songyang speak in that tone.The young man raised his head in a daze, and saw the gentle man grab a monk's stick with his backhand, and flipped his wrist skillfully. The monk's stick became a sharp long knife when it was unsheathed, shining coldly in front of everyone.

The black crowd retreated two steps collectively, the monks clattered on the ground, sharp knives slipped out from their fingers, and they all put on a fighting posture.

As soon as it was about to develop into a chaotic bloody battle, a man wearing Naraku's battle suit jumped off the roof and landed beside Yinshi silently.

"So far."

The man's voice was very deep, and the speed of his speech was not too fast or slow.Yin Shi was firmly pressed on the ground, unable to raise his head to see his appearance clearly, he could only barely see the monk's stick lightly tapped on the ground from the side.

"Take him away."

The light-colored long-haired man in the crowd turned his head and saw his face, his light green eyes slightly widened.

"Do it."

The monk's stick next to Yinshi's face hit the ground a little harder.

"Yes, chief."

Naluo in the front approached Songyang carefully, took the monk's staff from his hand, and tied him up with a rough hemp rope.They all knew very well that once the murder occurred out of vanity, the rope would be useless, and it would only serve as a warning.

Seeing that Songyang suddenly lost all sense of resistance, Yinshi struggled again and shouted: "Songyang can't do it! You can't go with them!"

Songyang lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and when he heard Yinshi's hoarse voice, he tried his best to adjust his expression, turned around and softly comforted him: "Yinshi, it's okay, just wait here with your classmates. I'll go Settle some things and be back soon."

Seeing this, his heart was about to break.

The silver-haired boy lay on the ground and looked at him in despair, his face was ashamed, blood and tears dripping all over his face.The child was still ill. He had been coughing listlessly since the morning, and couldn't even eat red bean rice.Obviously, he was asked to take the medicine quickly, but the young man felt bitter, so he acted coquettishly and shamelessly refused.

At this moment, it was probably because I was hungry that I got up to find something to eat.Thinking about it, Songyang hurriedly told him:

"The porridge is still warm in the kitchen, drink it quickly. Also, give me some medicine."

The Narakus around him paused, and they all quietly looked at the old leader of the Naraku of Tianzhaoyuan from under their bamboo hats.

"I'll be back." Songyang recalled that they pulled the hook, stretched out his little thumb with his bound hands, trying to remind Yinshi that he still remembered his promise, "Before I come back, Yinshi must protect everyone. "

The moonlight behind the man fell into Yinshi's eyes, and he was in a state of panic.

"I……"

The voice that comes out of the throat is hardly human.

"...Damn...you're like this again..."

I don't know how long it took, but the two monk's sticks restraining Yinshi moved away.Naraku's footsteps also gradually faded away.The man who had been standing beside him seemed to have stopped, wanting to say something to him, but when he saw Yin Shi lying on the ground crying, the man snorted lightly, lowered his bamboo hat and walked away.

Yinshi slowly supported his body and got up from the ground.The students in the bedroom were still sleeping. He went to the kitchen and opened a pot. There was indeed cooked porridge in it.

He touched two packets of sugar in the kitchen and poured them into the porridge.I couldn't find a bowl for a while, so I held the pot and scooped it up.Drinking a little too quickly, the boy was choked and coughed non-stop.He coughed for a while, as if he had been hit by something, and tears fell into the porridge uncontrollably.

hateful.

Rubbing his face with his sleeve indiscriminately, the boy picked up the spoon again and continued to stuff it into his mouth.After drinking until he felt full, he put down the spoon, found cold medicine in Songyang's room, poured some out, crushed it and swallowed it.

When I stood up, I only felt top-heavy, and the world in front of me was dim.I vaguely heard the bell of the shrine. Is the banquet about to start again?

Yinshi seemed to see the previous scene again, the priest in hunting clothes and black hat, the bright red shrine and jugglers, the sky full of kites and colorful ropes, and the rice cakes and sugar in the salesman's burden.And Songyang's hand that was holding her tightly.

It's really lively.At that time, everyone was still there.

The boy raised his head and looked at the black ceiling.He curled up his mouth and gave a soft laugh, before falling backwards.