Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

"Mmm! Smell! It's really fragrant!"

"Why don't you kill yourself?" The little girl across the door gritted her teeth and hit the rabbit puppet in her arms with her fists.

At this time, the sound of the doorbell came from outside the entrance, and someone shouted loudly: "Excuse me, I have your courier!"

Furutegawa Kamimi turned his head and glanced, put down the bowl, and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Who buys stuff online?"

He muttered, walked over, opened the door, and saw a dark-skinned courier profusely holding a big box: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Kotegawa Kamimi?"

Furuten Kawasami responded, and reached out to take it, quite heavy.

He glanced at the delivery address and found that it was from his hometown. He thanked him, signed his name, and watched the courier leave.

"From Uncle Jian?" He shook the box lightly, sniffed it with his nose, and smelled very sweet.

He suddenly realized: "Oh, it's a watermelon grown in a shed, right? Hey, why did you send such an expensive thing? I'll be back in a month or so."

It's not the season for watermelons yet, and even if it's the season for eating watermelons, a single watermelon is not cheap. Judging by the weight of this box, four of them should have been sent to him.

He opened the box, and sure enough, he saw four round, black-skinned melons.

A note was added inside: "I'll send you one to Uncle Gui Ma, and share the remaining three with your friends."

He scratched his head, took the mobile phone and sent the received message back, then walked to the kitchen with the melon in his arms, shouting as he walked: "Walnut, there is watermelon, you—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a table of delicious food that was still there just now, and now there was only his unfinished bowl of beef ramen left, and even the baking tray was gone.

"Is there watermelon?" An indistinct voice sounded from the door.

He held his breath and replied, "No! Nothing!"

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Chapter 50 The little brother is lost again (5200)

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Furutegawa Shinmi picked up the sword case and entered the quiet room.

He closed the window, closed the curtains, sat down on the yoga mat, opened the box, looked at the new sword lying inside, and as he thought about it, a milky white "monster spirit" appeared in his hand.

The spirit of monsters can make weapons have "characteristics" with a certain chance.

In fact, he had wanted to try this for a long time, but he didn't have a suitable sword choice, so he didn't try it.

Now that this tailor-made sword is finally made, the matter of merging the soul will naturally be arranged.

But after all, this is the first time to do this, he is still reluctant to use the best nightmare spirit; the spirit of disaster is not considered for the time being; When it came, it might even surprise him.

Therefore, to pick and choose, the spirit of the giant monk is more suitable.

He held the hilt of the sword and pulled out the long sword little by little. Under the light, the sword had a cold luster.

Breathing slowly, the zhenqi on his right hand was released like a blazing flame, and the spirit in his palm melted little by little. After dozens of breaths, he took out the long sword with the other hand, and brought the blade forward Tilting, the right hands that were held together moved towards the sword body, turning the palms slightly, the melted spirit flowed little by little, landed on the sword body, and spread downward.

White mist was burning on the sword body, and the original dark blue sword spine gradually turned to fiery red, and the entire sword spine emitted a blazing light.

"Roar! Roar!" The giant monk phantom suddenly appeared from the white mist. It opened its big blood-red eyes, unwilling and angry, and grabbed his head.

Unmoved by Kamito Furudegawa, he poured out the last bit of spirit in his palm.

There were little ripples on the sword, and the white mist that had dispersed the entire room was sucked back in a flash.

After the mist dissipated completely, all fantasies subsided, only the dark blue spine of the long sword in his left hand turned into a fire-like color, and black lines that did not exist before spread across the sword, roughly It outlines the appearance of a giant monk.

He stood up, held the sword and looked back and forth, the weight and feel of the long sword blended into the soul did not change.

"It should be a success, right?"

He thought for sure, and casually pulled a sword flower, with incomparable strength, and the tip of the sword gave out a slight buzzing sound instantly.

"Huh? It seems that it is really a little different, and it is easier than before?" He was surprised, and poured his true energy into it, and the fiery red lines on the sword's spine lit up instantly, and a huge phantom suddenly appeared from above. He jumped out, landed in front of the wall, let out a roar that shook the sky, and smashed down with his high-raised fists.

"Bang!" A wall of the quiet room collapsed directly, bricks and stones splashed far away, and the north wind howled in.

Pedestrians passing by on the street let out piercing screams.

Kamito Furudegawa stood in front of the hole with a long sword in his hand, his whole body was in a mess.

"Next time, we must find an open space with no one there!"

There were hurried footsteps at the stairway, and immediately after, the door of the room was kicked open by Hu Tao. She was holding a knife in her hand, and her hair was a little messy. Most of the wall flew off, and then she looked at the long sword in his hand, and she immediately understood.

The little girl was very frantic: "Are you crazy! Practicing swords in the house?"

"I'm sorry, I'm out of my mind." Kamito Furutogawa looked embarrassed.

"You, you, you! You can irritate people just like that brat!"

After finishing speaking, she rushed downstairs angrily.

Seeing that he didn't have any temper after being scolded this time, Furutekawa silently put his sword back into its sheath.

This sword is a little too dangerous now, and it cannot be used lightly.

His figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, the sword case was no longer in his hand.

Then he ran downstairs without looking back. Half an hour later, he came back with a pile of bricks. In addition to bricks, there were shovels, leather buckets, cement, measuring tapes, and plasterboards in the yard. wood shelf

Fortunately, the house next door is also under construction, and the bricks and cement are ready-made. Although it costs some money, it should be spent, and he deserves it.

He put on a leather apron, set up the ladder frame, and fixed the cement in the yard. He was very busy, tinkling and clanging.

In the evening, when the sun was setting, Sankayue Qingkong came back with two vegetable bags, and then saw Furutekawa Kamimi who was laying bricks in the golden sunlight of the setting sun from a long distance away.

She thought she had misread it, so she walked quickly to the door, and then she saw piles of cement in the yard, a shovel, and broken bricks scattered around.

She raised her head again, looked at Furutegawa Kamimi who was busy, and was at a loss.

When Furutekawa heard the movement, he turned his head, looked at her, and smiled innocently: "I'm back!"

Sanriyue Qingkong looked at him and asked, "Is this being attacked by a missile?"

"Hey." He laughed dryly: "Accident, it was really just an accident."

"Furutegawa-kun, this is almost like what a father would say when introducing his newborn child to his father-in-law."

"This metaphor is really good."

Sanriyue rolled her eyes and went back to the house.

Furutegawa Shinmi continued to build his wall, and worked harder, and it might be finished before dinner.

In the house, Sanriyue Qingkong put the bag on the table, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, took out the rubber band from his pocket, tied up his hair, and prepared to make dinner.

Hu Tao, who was sitting at the dining table in a daze, asked, "Clear Sky, what's for dinner?"

"Burger meat, tofu miso soup, and maitake rice."

"Maitake mushroom stewed rice? This is really good! But I'm a bit full at noon, and I want to eat three burgers, please."

"Well, leave it to me."

After a brief chat, Hu Tao continued to be in a daze, San Riyue tied up her apron, and began to wash vegetables and cut meat.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and after the hour hand had jumped forward twice, the smell of maitake rice bowl had filled the room.

"Dinner is ready, Kurumi, please call Furategawa?"

"Sorry, I don't want to talk to him right now."

Sanriyue Qingkong was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly remembered the broken wall on the second floor, and asked suspiciously: "You two, are you fighting today?"

"No! That wall was broken by him in a convulsion." Bai Chuan Walnut muttered, picked up three big pieces of hamburger meat, put them on top of the maitake stewed rice, and then returned to his room with miso soup.

Sanriyue Qingkong's eyes became even more puzzled.

It seems like a lot happened today?

She thought for a while, turned off the fire, washed her hands, and stepped out of the house.

Furutegawa Shinmi was outside tidying up the yard.

Once the wall is done and it dries, the paint can be applied, and no one will be able to tell that the wall has been broken.

"Dinner is ready," she said.

"Thank you, I'll return the things first, and you guys eat first."

Sanriyue Qingkong didn't enter the house, but squatted down, with some doubts: "Is work not going well today?"

The young man shook his head: "It's complicated to say that I didn't do any work today, but to put it simply, Bai Chuanwang is very self-willed today, and it's impossible to get angry at Hu Tao."

"Ah?" The eldest girl looked surprised: "Did Bai Chuan provoke Hu Tao?"

Kotegawa Kamami nodded affirmatively, that's right, 85's responsibility is all that kid's fault.

"85? How come there are still some parts?" Sanriyue Qingkong was a little amused: "So you also made her angry?"

"What did she say to you?"

"She just said that she doesn't want to talk to you now, so you're not bullying her, are you?"

Kotegawa Shinmi shook his head: "I told her that I want to marry you, two years later."

Sanriyue Qingkong was stunned immediately.

Furutegawa Shinmi pulled up the cart, smiled and said, "I can't hang on to her all the time, I'm not an Autobot."

He returned the frame and shovel.

Sanriyue Qingkong stood at the door, looking at his back, biting his lip, a little at a loss.

After returning the trolley, Furutegawa Shinmi let out a sigh of relief, looked up at the starry sky, returned home, took a shower first, and finally sat down at the dining table to have dinner with Mikazuki who was waiting for him.

The stewed rice with maitake mushrooms is really fragrant. The hamburger meat should be returned to the pot again. The outer skin is browned and crispy, and the inside is still steaming.

"Delicious!" He mumbled.

Sanriyue Qingkong laughed with dimples at the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

After eating and drinking enough, the two huddled together in the kitchen to clean the pots and pans. Kamito Furutekawa glanced at the door of Walnut's bedroom, hesitated, and asked in a low voice, "Has she had dinner yet?"

"Well, I ate."