At the end of the first day of shopping, they returned home happily. The department store specially provided them with door-to-door delivery service - delivered in a big truck!

This directly turned them into the brightest cubs in the crowd. Very eye-catching!

But Niou was very calm. He was already a king, and he was still afraid of this small scene, but only after he got home.

"I heard that you went shopping at the department store today and bought a whole truckload?"

This is Fushimi Saru Higuna's slightly funny tone of voice. He was about to die laughing. Who would have thought that such a scene would be captured on the surveillance camera.

"Nioh, have you run out of food recently? Are you so pitiful that you have to stock up on so many goods?"

The rude voice sounded like it belonged to Misaki Yata!

Ignoring these two positive voice prompts, Nioh calmly entered the second wave of purchases.

With so many people at home, how can a mere thing support the whole of Ningbo?

In the Ice Emperor team.

All the things running through Atobe Keigo's mind.

"Atobe, what are you thinking about, so focused?"

"I'm wondering what the level of the people behind Niou is? And what's the situation?"

"What does this have to do with us?" Renzu asked.

"Don't you think the people behind him are very weird? They are all so handsome that they are not ordinary people at all!"

And that look, the look with Niou as the core. It seems that no matter what happens in the world, they will not be able to turn away their gaze.

Atobe's eyes dimmed slightly, "...This kind of look is not normal at all!"

"I think it's normal. Isn't it just the way family members look at juniors?" Yushi Ninzu, who was originally the most sensitive to emotions, said this, and Atobe frowned.

Is he really too sensitive? But it feels a little strange...

Not only did that group of people have better colors, he also felt another aura from each other, like the bodyguards at his home.

The bodyguard who protects life!

Is this also an illusion?

Niou didn't know about Atobe's guess, nor did he care. He only knows two words now - [New Year! 】

Everyone in Honmaru was so excited.

Something that makes them even more "excited" pops up one day.

The reason is - a courier from a foreign country!

On this day, Yamato Mamoru, who went out to help his lord pick up the express delivery, looked at the language that he obviously didn't understand and couldn't tell who the package was addressed to.

Although they are isolated from the world, since they are active in the present world, they are bound to meet some friends... With so many people, it is normal to have a few foreign friends, but the language is too weird!

So...whose does this one belong to?

Not knowing why, he took the package to Honmaru's boss, Mune Sanzamonji. As the King's Sword, he also has the ability to be knowledgeable. Especially after Honmaru joined the world.

When they learned that there were more than 200 countries in the world, Sosan Zuomonji and other learned swordsmen took a deep breath and began to study in batches. At that time, Nioh was only six years old, and it was the first time for everyone to raise a child. , all determined to raise their lord to be the best.

Knowledge of two languages ​​is a basic requirement, and multilingualism is a top priority!

Must learn!

So ~ Zong Sanzuo really understands writing!

Because of this, he could recognize this niche language from a certain Guawa country at a glance, he could see the name clearly, and he could see the sender of the letter clearly.

——Phoenix of Byodoin!

This is a person who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Doesn’t he like to travel around the world? Traveling around the world, traveling around the world, why should they send something to their master?

Yamato Mamoru looked stupidly at the knife that suddenly felt cold all over, and even seemed to condense into a real knife.

"Zongsandian, what's wrong with you?"

"I just think this package is a bit annoying. It must have been sent to the wrong place, and it doesn't belong to us. You threw it away-" Zongsan Zuofen said with a black air all over his body.

"Zong Sandian, are you sure you want to do this?" Yamato Mamoru's eyes were erratic.

This is a package sent to Toki-no-Government Honmaru, and it is usually not sent incorrectly.

"It's okay - I said I sent it wrong, I sent it wrong!"

The pink-haired man glanced forcefully, and at that moment, Yamato Mamoru was frightened.

The boy in blue was about to say something, but a figure in a red kimono suddenly appeared behind him, slapped his mouth, and covered his mouth tightly.

Then the young man smiled and apologized to Zongsan Zuowen, "Zongsandian, I'm sorry, An Ding didn't eat this morning, he was a bit stupid!"

"I~uh~didn't~uh!"

He used his hands again to cover the boy's mouth tightly to ensure that no sound came out, and California Qingguang breathed a sigh of relief.

My friend, you don’t know how to look at timing at all~ Didn’t you see that His Highness Zong San was so unhappy! !

He dragged Yamato Mamoru with one hand, picked up the package with the other, and quickly disappeared in front of Sosan Zuomonji, "I'm going to throw the package away now!"

Promise not to show up in front of anyone~

……

"Qingmitsu, why did we throw away the package?" Yamato Mamoru is a well-behaved and obedient boy, and he doesn't understand the twists and turns here. But his little friend California Kiyomitsu is a very smart child.

He glanced at his rose-red nails and remembered the gentleness of his master when he handed him the nail polish. The young man's eyes brightened a little, "Looking at Zong Sandian's expression, you will know who sent it!"

"Ah, you know~" Yamato Mamoru was surprised.

"Of course, my lord has so many friends! When did His Highness Zongsan look like this! Only when he meets that person - the person who makes every knife in our circle hate him to the point of itch..."

"...It turns out it's him!" Yamato Mamoru instantly understood.

The young man's originally guilty eyes suddenly became complicated, "Then what should I do with this package?"

Based on the principle of being a sword, he really didn't like this man. but……

That was the lord's senior, and the lord didn't seem to hate that person. He also went on a trip with him. Do you really want to go against the lord's preferences?

"Ah...why do I need to know so much? Why don't I just throw it away?"

Yamato Mamoru Anding scratched his head.

"Qingguang, what do you think we should do?"

The struggle for survival between the lord and his own will.

"What should I do? The more I think about it, the more confused I become..."

California Qingguang shook his head, he didn't know what to do about this kind of thing. "I can only say that I asked you to take the initiative today and pick up the express delivery yourself?"

"Can't you help me think of a way? Help me make a choice!!!" The boy in blue shook his companion's shoulders bitterly, how could he refuse to save him at this time!

"Either you throw the dice or count the petals. Anyway, you have to make your own choice..." California Qingguang didn't want to be disliked by the lord. actually……

"It's okay to give it to the lord! Let's just pretend we don't know!"

"But, I don't like that person either..." They knew how seriously Niou was injured last time and lay at home for several days.

As the lord's sword, who can forget that?

The flowers were finally picked.

Yamato Mamoru sat there peacefully counting petals——

"Give!"

"Don't give-"

"Give--"

"No!"

The final result - give it!

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