Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

Behind this poor house is a wide open space. It seems to be the mansion of a rich family, and the original appearance can still be vaguely seen. Some places have not been demolished, and there are tattered curtains and woods collapsed in the weeds as tall as a person. Shelves, usable door panels, furniture, etc. must have been removed a long time ago, and the rest are useless remnants, barely building a gorgeous frame.

The roof of the Yao Research Station is just facing the main entrance of this mansion - if it still has a door, you can have a panoramic view of the entire barren grassland at a glance, and when the breeze brings the cold laughter, He was also the first to hear it.

The miserable female voice elongated its tone, the voice was as shrill as fingernails scraping against glass, pause after pause, not like what humans can utter, containing irrational joy and crazy excitement, listening to the drug research seems to have needles behind it Like a tie, the whole person is hairy.

"Hasebe-kun!"

Not caring about anything to keep quiet, Yaoken loudly warned Hasebe who was still below, and jumped off the roof to rush there.

Hasebe heard the laughter a little later than Yaken, and he was not slow to react, ignoring the child's feelings, he rushed forward, picked up the child with one hand and hurried back, and joined Yaken.

"what……"

Hasebe gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

It's true that they are swordsmen, and they are powerful in battle, and it's not a problem to fight ten against one, but when it comes to dealing with ghosts...

This is not necessarily the case!This kind of thing should be done by those imperial swords and ghost swords!Forcing them to play... It's not professional at all, okay!

Hasebe hugged the child and felt that this matter was really tricky.

They stood still holding their knives and holding their breath, one of them was holding a child in his arms, the front and back streets were empty, and the silence was like a comic pantomime.

"Woooooo-"

The child held by Hasebe seemed to have not realized what happened just now, and was held hostage by the big man into his arms. Now he came back to his senses, blinked his eyes, squashed his mouth, and started crying again .

"Tsk..." Yao Yan smacked his lips, took the time to glance at the child, and wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up from behind him, engulfing the sand and gravel on the ground. The momentum of thunderbolt rushed straight to Yaoyan.

Hasebe had a child in his hand, his line of sight was mostly blocked, and he didn't see what was going on behind him at all. It was too late for Yaoken to remind him. If he dodged, the attack would directly fall on the naked child and elder. On Tanibe's body, his thoughts suddenly turned, and the gust of wind had already arrived in front of him!

Yaoken made up his mind, and instead of retreating, he took a step forward. The fine black hair on his forehead was blown up by the strong wind, blocking his eyes, and fine dust fell everywhere. He simply closed his eyes, and could no longer see the coming The strong wind is a knife.

"Ow—"

The body in his hand was connected to his sense of touch, he could feel the point of the knife stabbing into a soft body, and his innate sense of fighting made him swipe the knife down with his backhand, trying to cause more damage to that body.

The black-gloved hand was extremely stable, holding the handle tightly, and slowly and continuously sent itself in under the ever-increasing wind.

The subtle sound of skin and flesh cracking was difficult to catch in the wind, Yaken closed his eyes, but he could feel that the wound was expanding as he wished——

Bring out the muddy blood and the soaring filth.

"Eat... the... cluck cluck..."

The intermittent voice was hoarse and repeated. Except for the scream at the beginning, the monster pierced by the sharp blade did not scream from the beginning to the end, but laughed again. Ears filled with greed and obsession.

"Eating——has his...taste..."

The smiling woman seemed to bend over. Yao Yan's heart was full of alarms, and he didn't want to fight. He drew his knife and retreated. The wind around him disrupted his steps. Fortunately, Hasebe outside dragged him away. With a slap, Yaken raised his head back, just avoiding a hand painted with bright red Kodan with sharp nails.

Hasebe stuffed the child into Yaken's hand, and slashed horizontally with the knife. Because the monster didn't catch Yaken, it froze for a moment, and Hasebe took advantage of this momentary gap, and slashed down with all his strength. go.

"Press and cut!"

Suddenly there was a sharp howling sound, and the wind blew up immediately, pushing Hasebe's knife an inch away. Hasebe had to lower his head and close his eyes to avoid the gust of wind. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing in front of him.

"Ran?"

Yaoken still maintained the movement of picking up the child when Hasebe gave him the child, frowning and staring at the place where the monster disappeared.

Hasebe looked at the body knife in his hand, feeling a little helpless: "Sure enough...it doesn't seem to have a great effect on monsters."

Yaoken let out a "huh" and put the child who felt uncomfortable and began to kick his feet on the ground, his tone was calm, and he concluded his statement as if discussing some important academic issue: "Yes, I stabbed her obviously, but It doesn't seem to have caused her the expected harm."

After a short pause, Yao Yan suddenly asked: "Did you hear what she said just now?"

Hasebe was still thinking about the damage value of the sword to the monster, and it took a long time to realize what Yaoyan said. He lowered his head and straightened his messy clothes, and said solemnly: "I heard. What does she mean?"

Yao Yan didn't speak, and the words that the monster neighed just now were circling in his mind.

"Eating——has his...taste..."

Has his taste.

his taste.

Who is he?

Yaoken was contemplating, and subconsciously raised his hand to smell his sleeve.

There was only a faint scent of saponins, and because he often accompanied the general, he also had a little scent of the incense that Minamoto Shigemitsu was used to.

Incense?

Yao Yan was stunned for a moment, and then felt that his guess was extremely ridiculous.

No matter how you think about it, it's impossible for the general to have anything to do with this monster. It's better to say that the monster smelled it and thought he was delicious.

"What about this... child?"

Yaken and Hasebe looked at the child who had stopped crying, full of helplessness.

Just put it here?Just now there was a place haunted by monsters. What is the difference between leaving a four-year-old child here and sending him to die?If you were to find his parents for him, he couldn't even tell his own name, so how could he be expected to tell him his home address and parents' information.

If you bring them back together...

"It seems... there is no other way?"

Yao Yan scratched his hair in distress, and sighed: "At least let's deal with it tonight, we can't keep him here."

So when the two Fusangshen returned, they had an extra doll in their hands.

Tsurumaru, who stayed behind, was lying on the quilt and rolling boredly, when he heard the curtain door being opened, he immediately sat up excitedly, and the first thing he saw was a round, fat face.

???

"You go out, have a child so soon?"

Tsurumaru didn't know what he had thought of, so he blurted out such a sentence, which shocked Hasebe who came in immediately, which meant that Yaken, as a well-informed sword, was I was taken aback.

"Hewandian..." Yaken covered his face helplessly, he calmed down his sudden exhaustion, and explained the process to them in a few words.

"My lord hasn't come back yet?" Hasebe didn't care about this at all, and glanced around, only seeing Mikazuki who was napping wrapped in a quilt, Hikiri who was sitting at the table in a daze, and Tsurumaru who was listening to a story with bright eyes, His brows furrowed.

"I'm going to find the lord." He didn't pause for a moment, raised his knife and got up to pull the door, and happened to meet face to face with the smiling Qing Jiang who reached out to open the door.

There was a flash of surprise in Wakizawa's eyes, and then his instinct broke out, and he brushed his long hair with a half-smile: "Hey, Hasebe-kun? Good evening?"

Da Dao skillfully ignored him, his eyes drifted flatly to the back, and after catching a figure, he suddenly lit up: "My lord!"

The joy turned into panic in the next second: "Your clothes!"

Minato Shigemitsu looked down at himself, his whole body was wet, and water was still dripping from the corner of his clothes, leaving a meandering dark water trail on the light-colored wooden corridor.

"Oh, nothing." Yuan Shigemitsu waved his hand indifferently and stepped into the room, "Just find me some dry clothes."

Pharmaceutical research is always the type that does things faster than it says. When Yuan Shigemitsu walked to the table, clean clothes were already placed in front of him.

Mustachekari in front of the table was in a daze with a look of wandering mind, under the half-closed eyelids, the amber pupils were shining, and he turned slightly; Tsurumaru was smiling, covering his face with his hands, with two slits showing carelessly , with golden eyes staring at Minamoto Shigemitsu for a moment; Owaki Zaza became more straightforward, hugging his legs, resting his chin on his knees, his face full of innocence and openness, using body language to express "get off!" Urge.

Yuan Shigemitsu glanced at them, stood up, walked behind the low screen, passed by the sleeping Sankaiyue, and stepped on the pile of quilts unintentionally.

The quilt shook, and then remained firmly silent as death.

It wasn't until Yuan Shigemitsu disappeared behind the screen that the quilt was slowly pulled down, revealing that beautiful face of Shinta Sword: "Hahaha, it seems that someone stepped on the old man..."

The rest of the swords looked at him with contempt.

Pack!Just pretend!

The child who was brought back sat close to Yaoken, trying to minimize his sense of existence, and there was nothing in his dark and deep eyes.

"Well……"

Yuan Shigemitsu changed his clothes and came out with his head bowed, while rolling up his sleeves, he asked Qing Jiang to change his clothes, while he bent down to look at the child, and poked his bulging face with his hand.

Seeing that he was playing happily, Yao Yan shook his head, took a towel to wipe his hair, and briefly explained the origin of the child, Yuan Shigemitsu touched his chin and nodded: "Oh... no wonder... since he is willing , just stay."

Tsurumaru was about to start rubbing the child's cheeks with Minamoto Shigemitsu, when he heard the words, he was a little dazed: "No, isn't it good? Shouldn't it be returned to his parents?"

Yuan Zhongguang glanced at him, and the hand pinching the child's face turned to Tsurumaru's head halfway: "Forget about Yaken and the others, it's so dark outside, it's normal to take him all the time without finding it, what's the matter with you?"

Tsurumaru was stunned by the sudden pat on the head, his bright eyes were full of doubts.

Yuan Shigemitsu looked at Tsurumaru, and finally couldn't help asking: "You didn't realize that this child has no shadow?"

The author has something to say: la la la la one hundred days~ so - so happy!

Although the number of words is a bit short, I know you won't dislike me, right? 【Big eyes with confidence】

Don't talk, kiss me.

感谢读者“顺其自然◎”,灌溉营养液+202018-07-0823:09:02

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