[Comprehensive] The daily life of the god of fire

Along the way, apart from the rustling of feet on dead leaves and broken branches, neither Kagami nor Tsurumaru took the initiative to ease the atmosphere.There was a strange silence between them, which amplified the uneasiness in Vulcan's heart.

Then again, why did Tsurumaru-san say such things?

Vulcan tried to make his brain work, but no matter how hard he thought, he still couldn't understand and guess the meaning of the other party's actions.

Taking a few sneaky glances at the other party out of the corner of his eye, Kagami was suddenly surprised to find that the roots of Tsurumaru's hair had faded spots of white.

Driven by curiosity, Vulcan forgot the fact that he was peeking behind him for a moment, and began to look at the other party's hair roots undisguisedly.

"Does it look good?" Tsurumaru said coldly.

"Uh!" Being caught on the spot, Vulcan showed an embarrassed look, and he scratched his hair embarrassingly.

"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it....I was just thinking about what Tsurumaru-san was like before, so to speak!" He stumbled, as if he was far-fetched.

"Why do you have such an idea?" Tsurumaru didn't seem to like this topic, and he asked back without interest.

"Because, compared to black hair, I think Tsurumaru-san is more suitable for white hair."

Vulcan truthfully expressed his thoughts.The black hair with a strong sense of disobedience was like thick ink splashed on like a child's prank.After the black ink is washed, it must be the white without impurities.

"White...?" He carelessly fiddled with his hair, "I don't care about the hair color." Tsurumaru stretched out his hand coldly, and gently touched Vulcan's collarbone.He leaned closer to the other party, and all the warm breath fell on Vulcan's neck.

"Mr. Tsuru, Tsurumaru?" The close distance made Vulcan a little at a loss, and he shrank his neck.

Tsurumaru had no intention of stopping.His hand continued to walk downstream, the untrimmed nails were sharp, and a straight red mark was drawn on Vulcan's skin in a moderate depth.

"We agreed before, right." He sighed in Vulcan's ear, "This is a deal that only belongs to the two of us, but..." In the next second, the black short knife that was originally hidden under the hem of his clothes disappeared. It fell into Tsurumaru's hands.

"What's going on here, can you explain it?" Tsurumaru asked coldly with no warmth in his golden eyes.

Vulcan did not dare to act rashly.

The knife held in Tsurumaru's hand was out of its sheath, and the cold blade was resting on his most vulnerable neck.

"This, this is just my amulet, not someone else's body." Vulcan swallowed his saliva and replied calmly.

Tsurumaru narrowed his eyes and remained silent.But the knife that threatened Vulcan's life never meant to be withdrawn.

At this time, something fell from Vulcan's cuff due to the involvement of the two just now, and it landed at the feet of the two without a sound.

Tsurumaru also noticed it.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no spiritual power attached to the black sheath dagger, Tsurumaru returned the sword to Vulcan.He bent down to pick up the thing that had fallen on the ground, and found that it was an amulet.It was the favorite of the Fusangshen, which was similar to a peace talisman, and it was entrusted with the greatest praise for their hard work from the judges.

However, the irony is that Tsurumaru can feel the surging spiritual power just by touching it roughly.

Powerful and warm.

Trying to suppress his emotions, Tsurumaru put it into Vulcan's palm calmly: "Your thing has been lost. Such a precious thing, you have to keep it well." As soon as the words fell, he was about to withdraw his hand Tsurumaru was grabbed by the opponent.

Ignoring Tsurumaru's surprised gaze, Kagami forcefully stuffed it back into his hand: "This is originally for Mr. Tsurumaru."

"Huh?" Tsurumaru thought he had heard wrong.

Vulcan repeated it again, he was stubborn and tightly wrapped the opponent's black gloved hand.

Tsurumaru looked at Omori lying quietly in his palm in disbelief.The background color of that imperial guard is blue as deep as the sea, and a crane with fluttering wings is embroidered with gold border on the back. The noble and flawless posture is very much like someone from the past.

who's that person?

Tsurumaru was in a trance for a moment, and that white figure appeared repeatedly in his mind like a revolving lantern.

However, he could only stand not far away and stare at that figure's back, but he still couldn't wait for the other person to turn around.

"It's very similar to you." Vulcan's words, like a pair of invisible hands, could not help but pull back the stubborn person who had always turned his back to him.

The moment he saw that person's face clearly, Tsurumaru's pupils shrank.

...was my former self.

It's the crane with pure white feathers.

"Why are you doing this?" Tsurumaru took a few steps back, opening the distance between him and Kagami.He covered his face with his hands, so Vulcan couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Haha, this really scared me." He laughed a few times without any ups and downs, and the laughter was like the wail of a desperate person.

"Obviously just leave it alone..." He murmured.

Afterwards, Tsurumaru's emotions were surging like seawater breaking a bank, engulfing him several times in the waves.

"Just like that person, just let it go!!!"

Vulcan watched him silently.

The other party no longer had the ease with which he had just before, and his hysterical appearance was like a cornered beast.

"Mr. Tsurumaru, the 'that person' you mentioned refers to the former god judge."

Without using interrogative sentences, Vulcan said in a tone of stating a fact.

"...How did you know?" Tsurumaru was a little shaken as if he had been seen through the secret hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

Vulcan's eyes were burning, and he said word by word: "Because I saw it."

"The red-haired woman is calling your name."

When Tsurumaru touched Vulcan just now, several fragmented fragments flashed through his mind.

Enduring the severe pain of his heart being torn apart, Vulcan tried his best to concentrate on seeing those pictures clearly.In the center of the picture is a woman wearing a red and white priest's uniform, her smooth red hair is pulled up high, refreshing and capable.Vulcan couldn't see the woman's face clearly, because she was wearing a half-face fox mask that was no different from that of a government official.

Only those dark red eyes were shining brightly under the sunlight.

The woman seemed to be looking for something, walking in a hurry.She was holding something in her hand, but because the thing was so small, no matter how hard Vulcan squinted his eyes, he couldn't see what it was.

Just when she was about to turn into a room, she bumped into the oncoming person.After all, as a woman, the opponent was knocked to the ground all at once, and the fox mask was knocked to one side.What she was holding also fell to the ground.

Then, a pair of white hands that appeared out of nowhere grabbed her, and effortlessly pulled the woman up from the cold floor.

The woman seemed to be muttering something, but the voice was too low, and Vulcan could only speculate that the other party might be reprimanding the guy who didn't look the way.Then, after the sermon was over, the owner of those hands bent down and picked up the thing that had fallen on the ground.

At this time, Vulcan could see clearly that it was a dark blue ward.Vulcan thought it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen that amulet.After staring intently for a while, he suddenly remembered that no matter its appearance or style, it was the one he bought at Wanwu for a huge price.

At this time, the woman's gentle voice unexpectedly came from his mind.The voice is lingering and lingering, like a shower of rain falling on the cracked earth that has been dry for a long time.

She said, Tsurumaru, this is for you.

At this time, the memory was like a thin thread between Vulcan and the red-haired woman, which broke without warning.

"...haha." Hearing Vulcan's narration, Tsurumaru pulled a frustrated smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Peeping the memory of a god is not something a good boy should do."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Vulcan apologized honestly, and in order to express his sincerity, he bowed respectfully.

"..." Tsurumaru was too frank with Kagami, and he scratched his black hair a little annoyed.

"Now, the deal won't work." After a long time, he sighed.

"It's okay." Vulcan shook his head, "There is no need for a deal, just come back."

"Where can I go back?" Tsurumaru sneered, scoffing at Vulcan's whimsy, "Where can the blood-stained crane go?"

"I'm here."

Vulcan said firmly, and he took a step forward.

"Because you are my knife."

He imitated what Tsurumaru did to him just now, and put his palm on the opponent's chest.Through the fabric and the skin, one can feel the heart beating solidly and powerfully on the inner wall.

Vulcan met the other party's golden eyes and smiled: "I saw it, Mr. Tsurumaru has your name on this knife book."

"So, come back. Mr. Tsurumaru Kuninaga, please." He fluently read the other party's name.Vulcan never thought of himself as a cunning person, but at this moment, he silently cast a kindling in the pool of stagnant water in the opponent's heart. His red pupils were like light, and he worked together to ignite it until it burned blazingly.

Vulcan stretched out his hands, and gently embraced Tsurumaru, who was frozen in place, not knowing how to react, into his arms, as gentle as a crane folded its wings to the extreme.Tsurumaru, whose thoughts were so confused, even forgot to struggle, he let Kagami hug him.He could feel the fine spiritual power from the opponent's body slowly swarming into his body, and the five senses that had already been blunted began to function again.

"I..." He muttered, his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a complete answer.

"Then what you want to say is ok?"

Vulcan ended the embarrassing pose.He looked at Tsurumaru who was unexpectedly awkward, and smiled uncontrollably.

"...I'm also surprised that you are unexpectedly bad."

Tsurumaru sighed as if giving up struggling, and resignedly put the amulet into his sleeve.

"I'll take good care of it." Tsurumaru narrowed his eyes, and the arc of his eyebrows and eyes was the peace of mind that he had almost forgotten in the dust of history.

"Will Mr. Tsurumaru come back? Mr. Mitsuchu and the others are waiting for you."

Vulcan couldn't help but look a little anxious when he didn't get the answer he wanted.

"Yes, or not?" Tsurumaru asked mysteriously, and then he managed to see the other party's peculiar forked eyebrows frowning.

"Mr. Tsurumaru!!!"

"I'm sorry, sorry, did you joke too much?" Tsurumaru put his hands together and apologized without sincerity.

Looking at that rogue-like appearance, Vulcan was angry and funny: "Also, you have to apologize to Zetian after you go back."

"Who is that?"

"It's the person who was stabbed by you for no reason."

"Ah, that little guy?" Tsurumaru raised his eyebrows, and immediately refused without thinking, "No."

Vulcan looked helplessly at Tsurumaru who refused to admit his mistake: "What do you mean 'little man'... Mr. Tsurumaru may not be very tall either, okay?"

Just when Tsurumaru was about to refute unconvinced, he seemed to sense something and fell silent.

"What's wrong?" Kagami looked at Tsurumaru, whose face turned pale instantly, in doubt.He didn't answer Vulcan's words, and his golden eyes looked at the lush tree not far away with great vigilance.Kagami noticed that Tsurumaru's hand had already touched the hilt of his knife.

"Ah, that's really the case." Soon, the person hiding behind the tree came out slowly with a cool and youthful voice.

"The ungrateful stuff really disappoints me, Tsurumaru Kuninaga."

The other party was wearing a large black windbreaker, and the straight neckline covered most of his face.So Vulcan can't see each other's appearance clearly, but it's not difficult to infer from Tsurumaru's reaction—they know each other.

The moment his real name was pronounced, Tsurumaru's heart seemed to be tightly held by someone, and even his breathing was suffocated.He clutched the clothes on his chest tightly, gasping for breath with a painful expression.

"Mr. Tsurumaru, are you okay!!" Seeing that the other party was about to collapse, Kagami hurried forward to support him.

"Hey! Over there, what did you do?!" Vulcan couldn't help but roared at the guy who appeared inexplicably.

But the instigator just watched everything coldly, turning a deaf ear to Vulcan's questioning.He raised one hand slowly.

"I hate other people's betrayal the most, so you are useless."

He snapped his fingers.

Then, Kagami watched as Tsurumaru, whom he was supporting, stared blankly, and in the next second he turned into a Taidao, which fell to the ground with a bang, and the blade broke in two.

The author has something to say:

Currently known information includes:

1. The former aunt and Vulcan are actually inextricably linked.

2. Tsurumaru didn't intend to hurt anyone at the time, but "coincidentally" the knife went in - according to my unilateral statement.

3. It is impossible for God Judges to appear in the same battlefield.

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