If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Tsurumi House, a small two-story western-style building that is incompatible with the surrounding rigid buildings.

The main entrance faces the hustle and bustle of the road, while the exit from the back is a quiet narrow walking path.

On the other side of the walking path that few people step on is a whole green belt with trees.

There was no human voice, only the chirping of birds.

There is a brick wall between Tsurumi House and the walking path.The walls on three sides enclose a private open space outside the two-story building.

"Hey!"

Little Liumei with slender arms and legs stabbed at the air ahead with a cut branch, and finally flipped her little wrist in a decent manner, and the branch in her hand circled half a circle. If it was not a branch but a real knife If someone's arm happens to be there, this blow is enough to make a big "puchipuchi" bleeding gash.

Ye Jian stood not far from Xiao Liumei, just at a distance where she would not be stabbed.

He was dressed in loose half-sleeves and trousers, the same as when he and Kirino went to the amusement park last weekend, and he looked a little hot in this scorching sun season.

It's not as cool as Liumei in shorts and a vest.

But it doesn't matter much to Ye Jian, who can slightly adjust the body's functions to cope with the external environment.

Before going out, he subconsciously wanted to put on the pure black suit of the official uniform.

When his slender fingers were buttoning his shirt, his mind flashed through his mind about the classmate Kosaka · chuunibang · Walter who was told to cry by his sister last weekend.

He thought about her unchanging housekeeper's clothes, and then looked at her own black suit that was the same every month.

Then silently put the half-worn clothes back into the [Eternal Wardrobe], and the casual outfit that Kirino matched appeared out of the soft fingertips like magic.

He began to wear it silently on himself again.

He was really too lazy to change clothes because he was afraid of trouble.

In the open space at the back door of the Tsurumi house, Rumi-chan withdrew her foot and retracted the branch that had been stabbed out, her long black hair swaying gently behind her back.

Yejian came here specially to teach Liumei swordsmanship.

But speaking of swordsmanship, in fact, what I have learned while studying in the United States is only some superficial things such as self-defense with daggers.

Little Rumi has always been fascinated by compasses, scissors, and pens, which are small and simple to make, but can easily destroy the extremely delicate human body.

And since she visited the Cold Weapons Exhibition last time, she became obsessed with swords again.

I don't know if it was because of the inhuman confrontation between Ye Jian and Walter who secretly saw it through the crack of the door.

Anyway, a few days ago, I sent an email to Ye Jian with my small mobile phone, asking him to teach me swordsmanship.

Of course, I also want to see you at night.

So Ye Jian is coming here.

Rumi's little sneakers rubbed against the sand on the ground, recalling the lack of movement she had just made.

The smart little girl knows very well that the two movements she is practicing now are probably found out after a search on the Internet, and they are bad street tricks.

But there is naturally a difference between having Ye Jian's advice and just watching online videos, and Xiao Liumei is confident that if she really gives herself a sharp dagger, she can use this trick to bleed an adult who is not good at fighting. no problem.

If now I meet that disgusting idiot who was chasing after me when I met Bo Dong for the first time, it might not be who ran away!

The cold and charming girl who insisted on practicing stepped out again, stabbing her arm straight. However, it was probably because the movement was too violent and she had exhausted too much physical strength in the previous exercise. To be planted on the ground.

The little hands fluttered wildly like rowing oars.

Then Ye Jian, who stepped forward lightly without any fireworks, was embraced in his arms.

"Be careful."

The cotton-like soft tone could not hear the meaning of accusation at all, just like a doting parent.

Yejian only taught Rumi such superficial things, not to fool her, but she couldn't learn complicated things with Xiao Rumi's current ability.

So I simply taught a series of things about the most practical dagger and bloodletting.

As long as the dagger is sharp enough, the requirement for the user's strength is very low, and it is quite suitable for primary school students to study in the United States.

The little girl who was sweating all over her body was probably frightened by almost falling, and her heart was beating "plop plop", a delicate little face was firmly buried on Ye Jian's flat and soft stomach , a pair of small arms raised around his waist, which was not at all like a boy.

It wasn't even a boy.

Yemi could clearly feel that Rumi's sharp little nose was pressing against her tender navel, squeezing the already slightly sunken sensitive navel even further in.

It seems that the oversized plug has to be pushed into the smaller socket.

It made Yejian feel like being touched from the navel to the depths of the stomach.

He bent down, his tassel-like hair swaying slightly, his slender hands wrapped around Rumei's petite armpits on both sides, and lifted her up to block the dazzling sun in the sky.

Raise high!

The underarms of the little girl with little expression are smooth and hairless, but like ordinary people, there are some extra soft and waxy small folds. These cute folds that are slightly sticky with sweat are sticking to the tiger's mouth of Ye Jianbai's tender hands, feeling extremely delicate.

Liu Mei was taken aback again, the sudden attack on her sensitive armpits made her subconsciously clamp her small arms, firmly clamping Ye Jian's cool and tender hands.

Ye Jian slowly withdrew her arms, and Liu Mei's waist swung forward, and her legs were wrapped around Ye Jian's waist.

Cloth baggy shorts pressed against Ye Jian's stomach.

Liumei sniffled her little nose, smelling a familiar and elegant breath, her heart calmed down as if being caressed by someone.