The enemy knife Yaoer [comprehensive comics]

A city, gardens and pavilions.

The scenery seen through the paper window is extremely beautiful, clear water, mirror lake, exotic flowers and plants. It is almost like walking into a poetic and picturesque feeling when you first arrive here. Sitting in a room the size of eight tatami mats, you can’t help but be fascinated by the things outside the window. Inadvertently initiated a stay.

The tea held on his lap gradually dissipated the heat, and he stared intently at the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard outside the house, missing the blooming season, and the branches were covered with green leaves.

Suddenly there was the sound of a paper door being pulled open in my ear, the dagger came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the person coming, only to see a man with dark golden hair glanced at him lightly with deep red eyes, and turned to look natural He straightened his loose robe.

The dagger looked at him, his cheeks flushed suddenly, and there was a hint of expectation in his bright eyes.After straightening his sitting posture, he picked up the half-cold tea in his hand and drank it clean in a few gulps.

he is shy?No, it's just the expression on his face after eating seventy percent of his spiritual energy.

The dagger licked the residual tea fragrance from the corner of his mouth, his eyes swept over the man's clean neck, and he handed over the empty teacup with a hint of joy on his expression.

No, let's have another cup~

As for what it is, you know.

Chikage Kazama sat on the cushion with one leg propped up, her wide robe was slightly exposed, and opened from one side of her leg, if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, this would be a beautiful figure.

However, such a rogue-like movement, after the man's expression is done naturally, actually seems to have a bit of beauty in one piece.The short knife squinted at the other party's naked skin, and suddenly remembered a certain Mr. Okita in the village who showed his breasts and breasts every day.

The short knife was staring at the other's legs in a daze, when the teacup in his hand was suddenly taken away, he came back to look at Amegiri Jiushou who appeared beside him without a sound, the latter was expressionless, He skillfully poured him a cup of tea.

The little uncle is really kind. He didn't hold any grudges when he kicked him in the crotch like that before, and he kindly poured tea and snacks for him.

Holding a bamboo stick with a short knife, he picked up a piece of delicate snack, smiling with his eyebrows bent.

But what he wants to drink is not this, what he wants to drink is the red liquid thing, yes, it is the thing that flows back and forth in your master's body.

After finding a way to replenish spiritual power, Dian Dao calmed down a lot, and felt relaxed physically and mentally. At least now, he doesn't have to worry about waving to the world before he finds a way to go back.

History revisionism may have concluded that he disappeared due to lack of spiritual power. After all, his last memory before coma was that the good uncle disappeared in place holding him.If those historical revisionists can't find him, they will naturally regard the scene at that time as evidence of obliteration.

How many people the other party has is still unknown to this day, but it is very unlikely that he will overthrow them head-on with his own power, so if he wants to go back, he can only press down on historical revisionism and the Shinsengumi. up.

The dagger is actually not very clear, because he has only heard other swords mention it as gossip, saying that at that time the gate connecting the two worlds will be opened. If that is the case, the dagger can take the opportunity to go back there through the tunnel .But correspondingly, before the two parties get in touch, he must try his best to avoid meeting with members of the Shinsengumi, in order to prevent his existence from being detected by historical revisionism.

Suddenly thinking of everyone in the village, Dian Dao suddenly became inexplicably sad.Although everyone in the Shinsengumi was only regarded as the object of the mission and applied for it with a purpose, but afterward Harada Sanosuke and Nagakura Shinpachi rescued him from Shimabara and took him in again. Thank you very much.

(Not to mention teaching him the deliciousness of dumpling.)

What the future fate of those people will be is not clear and cannot be changed, but if it only thwarts the plan of the historical revisionist a little, he should still be able to do it.

Dagger's slightly lowered eyes trembled slightly.

So the task now is...

He slowly raised his head and looked firmly at the man in front of him with dark blond over-the-ear hair.

"..."

"..."

Please keep me! QQ

According to Tianwu Jiushou's explanation, they are a family of ghosts that are different from humans.According to Kazama Chikage, he seems to be a member of the ghost clan.

emmm... Of course Dagger knows that he has nothing to do with any ghost clan, but he just doesn't know where he has misunderstood them.But after saying this, Dagger vaguely guessed why he could absorb the spiritual power in Chikage Kazama's blood before.

There is no place for him to temporarily hide in the left and right eyes, and this house happens to be hidden in a remote and imperceptible area. If he can live here until he finds out the trend of historical revisionism, it will naturally be the most ideal situation.

What's more, there is also a mobile food warehouse here.

Dagger quietly touched his belly, stared at Chikage Kazama and licked the corner of his lips involuntarily.In fact, he wasn't full at all, he didn't drink a few sips of the previous sip because he was too impatient, and his spiritual power was still not full.And if it wasn't for the kind-hearted little uncle who tried his best to stop the man who was about to draw his sword, he might have directly become the man's death knife.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he works hard to stay here, he will have a lot of opportunities to please...Sneak attack on a man, and wait for him to reach the peak of his state, why not just let him eat and drink, slap his ass and leave!

Dagger thought so at first, and everything went as he expected.The people here kept him as a member of the ghost clan, and let him live comfortably. Although they occasionally heard some rumors about the head of the family picking up a child without a clan, but it really disturbed him. There is almost nothing in front of the short knife.

Dian Dao lived in the city for less than a week, but he seemed to be the only one in the huge city, and those servants appeared elusively, only appearing when delivering food.At first, he felt very free and unrestrained, but later on he felt more and more awkward.

What's the matter with this ancient Ji Jun who doesn't leave the door in the deep boudoir and doesn't go out?Can the man who agreed to be at home be able to drop his guard and let him attack? !How many days has it been?What about people? !Not even a hair! !

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Anxiously wandering around in the empty city, Dagger wanted to go out to find Chikage Kazama, but that person never appeared in this mansion since that day, and he had no idea of ​​that person's movements at all.

Could it be that he went to Shimabara to spend time and drink again?Sure enough, the man who would go to that kind of place is such a good person, he is still hungry! !

Casually collapsed in a luxuriously decorated Japanese room, looking out of the window at the sun that was about to set in the west, the dagger looked melancholy.At this time, everyone in the Shinsengumi should be having dinner. Although the amount of food is a little small, it is not enough to fully satisfy their hunger, but there is an indescribable satisfaction in eating their own small portion among the crowd.

The paper door behind him was suddenly pulled open, and he lay face down on the tatami without getting up.This kind of time can only happen to the servants who deliver the food, and every time they put down a table of exquisite food, they will leave, ignoring what the dagger is gesturing to him at the side.

However, this time there seemed to be many more people coming in from outside the house than usual, and the dagger lying on the tatami could almost feel the vibration from under his face.He slowly raised his head and looked towards the door, only to see Tianwu Jiushou standing there, and beside him were two well-dressed people who looked very friendly.

Tianwu Jiushou saw him cast a suspicious look but didn't explain anything, and then whispered something to the two of them, both of them nodded slightly, and Tianwu Jiushou turned around and backed out.

Dagger got up from the tatami in confusion, and saw one of the gentle-looking women opposite him beckoning to him, and his doubts grew even greater.

Avoiding the woman's intention to hold his hand, Dagger sat one meter away from the two of them and quietly listened to the two's explanations.After a long time, the dagger suddenly shot up, raised his legs and rushed out of the room.

Short knives are hated.It was the first time in my life (three years) that I was so disliked by others that after a week of placing the play, I casually sent a ghost couple to adopt me.

Dian Dao is very angry and wronged now, he didn't even remember the man who pinched and dislocated his ankle before, but was cast aside first.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved, and following his breath, he quickly found the Japanese room where the person was, and angrily opened the door.

The paper door slammed against the edge of the door with a slamming sound, and Kazama Qianjing, who was sitting by the window, looked over displeased, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her crimson eyes.

In his hand, he was holding a cigarette rod with a dark black gold thread, and the smoke was slowly rising from the cigarette butt at one end. The man's robe was loosened a little, and he seemed to be very comfortable.The dagger narrowed his eyes, and suddenly strode forward to grab a cushion from the ground. He coldly licked the corners of his lips at the person by the window, and in the next second, he stuck the cushion in the wind with one hand. Chikage's face.

The dagger let go of his hand and took a step back, gloating at the cushion slowly sliding down the man's handsome face, completely oblivious to the appearance of Tianwu Jiushou behind him and then quickly disappearing.He looked at the forbearing expression of the man in front of him with satisfaction, and snorted haughtily.

Oh my god, you still want to hit me, come on, why am I in such a hurry!

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do not come! ! ! (°-°〃)