Judges wait for you to grow up

Foxosuke kept yelling, jumping around in a hurry, worried about the man lying on the ground, but with his physique, he couldn't drag the man back into the house, he could only bite the man's neck Clothes, tugging vigorously.

The man finally woke up from the cold wind, and the bones felt taken care of by the cold wind. The gentle expression of the painful man could hardly hold on. Feeling the moist feeling on the neck, the man stretched out his hand to touch it and put it under his nose , and fell back to the ground again.

Foxnosuke covered his face with his paws, obviously not wanting to see the occasional stupid behavior of the man in front of him: "Although I don't want to disturb your acting, the fox we have gathered aura has no peculiar smell."

The man stood up calmly, dusted off the dirt, then turned around as if nothing had happened and walked to the door, with a smile on his face, not at all like the one who passed out due to the pain just now, lying on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up at all .

Fox's help: "..."

Foxnosuke pulled the man's trousers with his mouth: "It's better for you to go back and rest. It seems that your body will indeed start to decline as the government said."

The man glared at Foxnosuke, obviously feeling uncomfortable with Foxnosuke's tone of research. The corners of the man's mouth widened, and he looked at Foxnosuke. Fox's back felt cold, and he felt that something was wrong, so he turned around I wanted to run, but I didn't expect to be grabbed by the back of the neck by a man.

The man added a little spiritual power to pat Foxonosuke's head, and the struggling Foxnosuke lost his strength for an instant, and finally stayed obediently in the man's arms.

A halo lit up on the time dial, and the man tried his best to stand still. After the halo dissipated, the man's complexion became a little pale when he saw the person coming.

Yamabashi Kirikumitsu held another knife and the wounded Five Tigers in his arms.

Wu Hu Tui had scars on his white and tender face and slender legs, his big eyes were full of tears, and the little tiger next to him also had more or less scars on his body. Wu Hu Tui saw the man, slowly He stretched out his hand as if to hug him.

Children always have privileges in this regard. Even if they are not feeling well, the man coughed twice, but still retreated Wuhu into his arms. Wuhu retreated and hugged the man's neck slowly: "Master... ..Feel sorry."

Looking at Yamabugiri who was watching the situation in a daze, the man obviously found that Yamabuakiri also had a lot of scars on his body, including several cuts on Yamabuakiri's most cherished quilt.

The man sighed, and nodded at Shan Muqie: "Come with me, and I'll take you there."

The man walked a few steps, but found that Yamabukiri hadn't followed, turned around and saw Yamabugiri standing there with his head down, wondering what he was thinking, the man said, "Yamabugiri-kun, what's wrong ?”

Shanlao paused for a long time, complaining to himself: "Sorry, I didn't protect the five tigers well. Sure enough, as a fake, I am not worthy of the Lord's expectations."

It turned out that the child was awkward about this, the man was a little dumbfounded, he hugged Wu Hutui with one hand, tilted Wu Hutui's little butt so that Wu Hutui could sit firmly in his arms, and patted Wu Hutui with the other hand The head of the quilt: "You did a good job, Yamabukiri, beyond my expectation. I believe you must have tried your best. Are you going to retire from the Five Tigers?"

Wu Hutui nodded obediently, with a soft voice, thanked Mr. Shan: "Thank you."

Hearing the child's shy voice, Yamabukiri still couldn't let go of the matter, and pulled the quilt: "All the special sword outfits have fallen off."

The man couldn't help laughing out loud: "Yamabugi Kiri-kun is still the same, very cute, but it's just a sword outfit, it can protect you when you come back safely, and its mission is completed."

Only then did Yamabagiri nodded, trotted two steps and followed the man.

Foxnosuke followed behind, a little worried: "Master, do you want to go to rest for a while before helping Yamabachi and Wuhu retreat?"

The man didn't agree with this matter, he hugged Wu Hutui tightly: "This child is in pain, we can't let them..." Bear such pain like me.

Foxnosuke knew what the man meant before he finished speaking, so he stopped talking to stop him, and let the man hold Wuhutui and pull Yamabachi away.

The man repaired Wuhutui's body and Yamabukiri's body with spiritual power little by little. Seeing that the two of them had regained their previous energy, the man checked several times to see if there was anything missing or unrepaired. After the inspection, he pinned the main body back to the two people with peace of mind.

After everything was settled, Yamabuki seemed to have remembered something, and handed the other sword in his hand to the man. The man glanced at Yamabuki with some doubts, and Yamabuki pulled the quilt habitually: "This It's a sword I picked up in Hakodate."

The man picked up the sword lightly, stood up hard, but he didn't expect to be a little staggered, Yamabuchi moved quickly, and hurried forward to help the man, but was pushed away by the man.

Realizing that his actions just now had hurt Yamabugiri, who had always been afraid of being viewed differently by the Lord because he was a fake, the man's eyes darkened a little: "Sorry, Yamabuakiri-kun, I don't want others to help me."

Yamabuki-kun didn't speak, the man saw that Yamabukiri's eyes were full of concern for him, the man coughed twice, tasted the familiar smell of blood, swallowed it hard, then knelt down and touched the little tiger's mouth. The head of the five tigers retreated: "Xiao Tui will go to rest first, okay? Yamabukiri-kun, come with me."

The two nodded in unison, and looked at the man with big eyes. The one big and one small made such movements, which made the man stunned for a while.

In the knife forging room, the man poured the spiritual power into the knife. When the man injected the spiritual power, Yamabuki couldn't help asking, "Why did the Lord release the knife when he entered the room without his hand?"

The man looked at the knife that Yamabukiri brought back, and smiled: "Ahem...every sword is worth looking forward to, whether it is Yamabukiri-kun, Xiaotai, or this knife in his hand, it is worth looking forward to. It’s the knife I’m looking forward to, and it can’t be released in such a hasty way to repair the wound.”

Yamabukiri's face was reddish, and his heart was very warm. Even though he was a counterfeit, he was still a knife that was expected. Yamabukiri found out about this, and even the things that he didn't finish fighting today became much better.

"I, California Qingguang, the child of the lower reaches of the river, the son of the source of the river, although it is difficult to learn, but the performance is first-rate~"

It was a beautiful boy with bright red nail polish on his fingers. When he looked at the man with a lot of expectation, he sized him up, and then rushed to the man's side with lightning speed: " I will dress myself well, please master love me in the future~~"

This wavy line... The corners of Yamabuchi's mouth twitched, looking at the man's pale lips, he wanted to criticize what Kami Kiyomitsu did just now.

Before he could speak, he heard the man's pleasant laughter: "Okay, I will love you."

Yamabukiri turned a corner before he could say it: "Sure enough, there are new knives, imitations like mine are no longer worth looking forward to."

The man beckoned to the awkward Yamabukiri, and when Yamabukiri stepped forward, pulling the quilt, the man pushed Kami Kiyomitsu on the back: "Please take Kawaki Kiyomitsu to get acquainted with Honmaru, Yamabukiri-kun?"

Yamabuchi watched as he was still circling around beside the man, talking about what he was good at, Kami Kiyomitsu, with a gloomy expression, he stretched out his hand to grab Kawaki Kiyomitsu's clothes, then saluted the man and dragged Kazakh Kiyomitsu out.

"Please rest assured, Master, I will 'properly' familiarize myself with Honmaru with the new sword!"

The man smiled and coughed twice, and after Yamabuchi took California Kiyomitsu away, the man got up and went back to his room. The moment the door was closed, the man fell on the bed and was already in the house Foxnosuke, who was waiting, came to the man's side with the water bottle in his mouth, and took out another pack of medicine.

He poured the medicine into his mouth familiarly and swallowed it with water, but he couldn't suppress the cough. The man coughed louder and louder, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. The bright red color was so dazzling that the man felt his heart After the stuffy thing came out, he breathed smoothly, and he said in a good mood: "This is the same color as California Qingguang's nail polish, and it's quite red."

Eye-catching red.

Foxosuke frowned, turning back and forth in circles, flicking his tail fiercely, the man took off his coat and put it aside, pulled the quilt back, rubbed his sore temples: "Go and tell Yamabachi, I won't taste the food he made today, I want to rest for a while."

Seeing the bloodshot eyes in the man's eyes, Foxosuke stretched out his paw to pat the man's cheek, and walked out with small steps.

Honmaru was quiet at night, but a scream pierced the quiet air. The man opened his eyes and felt his head hurt even more. Ahhh master, I don't want to eat the food made by Yamabuki Kirimitsu again!!"

Thinking of the scorched food, the man unexpectedly agreed to this matter, saw Yamabugiri coming behind him, resisted the urge to nod, his face was a little stiff: "Maybe it's just that Yamabuakiri didn't perform well today."

Qingguang Qingguang's expression flickered for a moment, he flicked his ponytail, and put his nails in front of the man vigorously: "After eating the meal made by Yamabuki, a small piece of my nail polish fell off .”

"..." Is there any necessary relationship between this?

"I don't care, I don't care, I want the master to help me reapply the nail polish a little bit~" Looking at the obvious doubt in the man's eyes, California Qingguang began to act like a baby, and he was almost on the verge of rolling around.

"Okay, okay, bring the nail polish here." I don't understand why California Qingguang is so serious about nails, but the man still nodded.

Yamabuchi, who came behind, pulled the quilt, looked at the body pinned to his waist, his complexion darkened, and then he was relieved: I will take California Kiyomitsu to the hands later.