Ghost Slayer: The Strongest Swordsman

Looking at Youbeanzi, who suddenly retracted and entered the house, Su Mu also took the hand that greeted him.

He probably understood Your Bean’s reaction.

After all, although he and Aoizhi were intimate before, they still kept a certain distance.

As it is now, coming out directly from the stove door sunflower room in the morning is probably equivalent to saying something.

Obviously, for Youbean, there is still something unacceptable to this result.

After all, his father Tanjuro had not died long ago.

As soon as he came out of the door, Su Mu heard a ‘shouting’ sound from the courtyard, and it was obvious that Tanjiro had already got up to train.

“What a hard kid.”

He couldn’t help but sigh.

…………

By the time Tanjiro finished his morning routine, Aoiji had also made breakfast.

It was a very generous breakfast.

After all, once you start training, the need for nutrition is very high, so you can’t be too simple in eating.

This is also the reason why Aoizhi is in a hurry to go out to cook just now.

…………

The family gathered at a table to eat, and You Bean kept his head slightly bowed, as if he couldn’t accept the morning’s events.

Su Mu did not persuade, the days went on, and one day, You Bean will accept such a result.

“The furs of the prey in the house have almost accumulated, and today, I am going to go to the town and sell all these furs and furs.”

Su Mu said to himself.

Everyone stopped their chopsticks and listened to him, the most serious was the stove door sunflower branch, hands held in front of the chest, and his face was full of seriousness, as if to write down everything he said.

For such an attitude as the stove gate sunflower branch, Su Mu’s psychology is still quite useful.

The only one who did not listen carefully was probably You Bean who lowered his head, but Your Bean did not keep his head down, and sometimes, his eyes would glance slightly, looking at his mother and uncle, just looking at his mother’s eyes full of uncles, and turning his head unnaturally.

Deep down, You Bean always felt that what your mother was doing was wrong.

In Your Douzi’s view, if you love someone, you should guard a person for a lifetime, even if your husband dies, you should not fall in love with others, even if you fall in love with others, it will not be so easy.

This is the common view of women in this era about girls, including girls in this era, they all think so.

But You Bean also knows that this is a very painful thing, and she does not want to see her mother lonely and uncared for.

Therefore, he fell into a very entangled state emotionally, so he did not listen to Su Mu much.

“Snap!”

The little head was knocked by chopsticks.

You Bean raised her head blankly, but it was her mother holding chopsticks: “Listen to your uncle’s speech well.” ”

“Hmph!”

Don’t turn your beans over your head.

Seeing this scene, the good-looking brows of the stove gate Aoi Zhi couldn’t help frowning, and he was just ready to say about You Bean, let You Bean respect his uncle well, and know that the superior is inferior.

Just as he was about to teach a lesson, his little hand was caught by Mujun.

Feeling the action of Mujun’s big hand gently patting and stroking his small hand, Aoi Zhi’s face couldn’t help but blush slightly, and his head couldn’t help but lower.

A hand gently patted the small hand of the stove door, and Su Mu said: “Your beans are still small, don’t be so fierce to your beans.” ”

“Mujun, if you spoil your beans like this, you will spoil your beans.”

Aoizhi whispered.

Su Mu smiled, but stretched out his hand and pulled You Bean to his side, and his hand caressed Your Bean’s black and silky hair:

“Spoiled, spoiled, big deal, spoiled for a lifetime!”

You Beanzi, who was making a little temper, was stunned, since she was a child, where had she heard such words, her father Tanjuro has always been silent, even if he cares for her, he will not say anything.

And the words of the uncle are very gentle

Or that

Very domineering gentleness.

It gave her a feeling of being sweetened to her heart.

There is also a kind of….

The feeling of being spoiled by a domineering father.

It was as if my father was not dead, but alive.

Just….

A father was changed.