The enemy knife Yaoer [comprehensive comics]

Touching the straight white saffron dress on his body, he raised his hand to see that the size was just right, it would neither get stuck to anything nor affect the beautiful cuffs, and suddenly he felt a little flattered.

Ahem, although he was as beautiful as a flower in the past, he would not feel the slightest shame in wearing a rag to go out, but now the hardware equipment is not as good as the original factory, so it is inevitable to use these external things to polish (in fact, it is very difficult to have new clothes) happy).

Watching Hasebe unwrapping and folding the unwearable clothes that he rolled into a roll just now, as if he was going to take them out for cleaning later, the short knife thoughtfully picked up the black clothes that had grown slightly longer than the ears. Fa, thought for a while without saying anything, turned around and sat on the soft cushion in the room.

The table case was brought up immediately, and it was full of all kinds of exquisitely crafted food. The short knife's eyes lit up for a moment. Before the table was leveled, he couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and pick up the porridge bowl.

The porridge seems to have been re-made, not only the ingredients inside have changed, but it is still steaming. Although I don’t know why the minced meat inside is much less than before, the aroma of the rice porridge alone makes Dian Dao feel his appetite.

But there was a sudden pause in his movements, he looked up at the young man sitting opposite him, then straightened his body and pursed his lips, intending to show his last dignity.

The hot air rose slowly, and accidentally floated under the short knife's nose. He immediately shrugged his nose involuntarily, and rubbed his palms twice with his fingertips.

After a while, he raised his eyes to look at the young man who still had no intention of leaving, and slowly set his eyes on the table. He couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the porridge bowl with a short knife and took a sip, and then couldn't stop. , Completely forgot the existence of the opposite youth.

I thought I would go to the main hall to eat by myself, but I didn't expect the food to be delivered to the room thoughtfully. As expected of the Honmaru business unit under Shizheng, it is no wonder that so many talents join here with such good treatment.

The short knife touched the pillars beside the corridor, and glanced at the beautiful courtyard.The warm summer sun shone on the lake, and the surface of the lake was sparkling. Dian Dao sat on the edge of the corridor and squinted his eyes looking at a quiet courtyard, a little lost in thought.

Suddenly, there was a soft call from behind him, the dagger came back to his senses and turned his head to look at the person who came, and found that it was the person who was going to deliver the things just now, and turned his head without paying much attention, looking at the empty courtyard .

"My lord." Yaki Hasebe looked at the young man who seemed to be in a good mood, and said cautiously, "It's time."

The dagger dangling legs paused, and he turned around, "What time?"

Hearing this, Yaki Hasebe was taken aback. He thought that the young man seemed in a good mood today, and this time he would drink the medicine honestly. Unexpectedly, he became normal again, and Yaki Hasebe One can be sure that as long as he mentions something like medicine for depression now, the boy will definitely become hysterical again.

Hasebe Hasebe hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's just some common medicine. Didn't you catch typhoid fever a while ago? It will get better after this, and you need to take a few more meals."

Seeing the short knife looking at him suspiciously, Hasebe immediately put the water cup and the medicine in his hand in front of him, and urged in a slow voice, "My lord, while the water is still warm..."

"I'm not sick."

The young man in front of him suddenly made a sound, and Hasebe felt his heart thump, and quickly put on a stiff smile and said, "What are you talking about, it's just medicine for typhoid fever, hurry up, it won't be good after time gone."

"..." Dagger narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him quietly for a while.After a long time, he picked up the water glass, picked up the pills on a piece of paper and threw them into his mouth, leaned to the edge of the glass and took a sip of water, then swallowed.

Seeing this, Hasebe couldn't help but let go of his suspended heart.Seeing the boy's face wrinkled, he clapped his hands suddenly as if he remembered something.

"I'll bring you candied fruit right away." After saying that, he left without stopping.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet again. After looking at the place where the young man disappeared for a moment, the dagger turned his head slightly, and spit out some of the melted pills in his mouth.

It is very obvious that the small white pills fell on the dark brown soil, but the short knife has no shoes, and it is inconvenient to step on the ground wearing white socks. A small hole buried it.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind and above him.The short knife was startled suddenly, and the hand holding on to the edge of the corridor slipped instantly. When his whole face was about to touch the ground, a pair of hands suddenly held his waist, and he easily adjusted the short knife's direction without any effort. .

The short knife slammed into the chest of the person who came by in a daze, and his heart was still beating thumping because of the accident that almost happened just now.

He subconsciously grabbed the skirt of the person in front of him, almost unbuttoning him with so much strength.The dagger calmed down, and just about to raise his head to look at the person who came, the chest of the person in front of him trembled slightly, and a rather magnetic voice came from his ear.

"What are you doing?"

The voice seemed a little helpless, the dagger was stunned for a moment, then immediately pushed away the person in front of him, and put his right hand behind his back.

The dagger showed a cold face, looking calmly at the boy with short black hair and violet eyes opposite him.

"Did not do anything."

The person who came was Yaken Toshiro.

Yaken Toshiro silently looked at the boy who seemed to have a calm face. After his gaze inadvertently swept across a ground under the corridor, he suddenly sighed softly.

"How long do you plan to go on like this?"

As if talking to himself, Yaken Toshiro said softly, and then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the right hand with the dagger hidden behind him.

There was still some dirt on the fingertips of the dagger, Yaken Toshiro lowered his eyes and took out the handkerchief in his pocket without saying a word, and wiped off the dirt carefully.

The sound of cutting Hasebe was heard in the distance, Yaken Toshiro paused slightly, let go of the clean hand of the dagger, and left without saying anything.

Hasebe, who was pressing and cutting, rushed over, because he was at the corner just now, and he didn't see Yaoken appearing, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled when he saw the short knife standing there in a daze.

The hand holding the plate containing a few candied fruit couldn't help moving a few times, and Hasebe's expression suddenly became a little hesitant, and he called out dryly.

"My lord...?"

The boy didn't respond, Hasebe's heart sank, and when he was about to touch the boy hesitantly, he was shocked suddenly, and then rushed back to the room without saying a word.

Holding the small plate, Hasebe could clearly feel the wind caused by the boy's actions in front of him.The surroundings suddenly quieted down. After a long time, he couldn't help lowering his shoulders a little discouraged, and left silently holding the small plate.

There was a reason for the dagger to suddenly dash back into the room.

Pulling open the door violently, the dagger tripped over the cushion at his feet as soon as he entered the room.However, before he could cry out, he immediately rushed to the closet, opened the door, and burrowed into the corner.

The closet was huge, and the lower floor could be used as a special sleeping place, so it didn't take much effort for the dagger to climb in.

He pushed away the quilt beside him, looked into the corner, and saw the sword thrown in by himself at a glance.Carefully avoiding the sword, when the dagger was trying to climb deeper, his fingertips suddenly touched something hard. He was taken aback for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. rub.

The original owner seemed to be suffering from depression, and it seemed to be getting worse.

The short knife opened the diary and took it out from the corner of the cabinet. After a quick glance at the first page, he found that it was filled with complicated and trivial matters, and it seemed that they were not from this world but from this world.

After reading a sentence or two carefully, there are a lot of words that I have never heard before. Looking further down, the elder brother is long and the elder brother is short throughout the article.The dagger squeezed his eyes, and it took him a long time to dig out the useful information that the elder brother seemed to be a god-inspector from the whole text. After turning over a dozen pages in succession, the content returned to some very daily records. up.

"..."

The original owner is still a brother...

Touching the corner of his tense mouth, he withdrew his thoughts and turned back a few articles. However, the diary was gone after the last day in his hand.

The dagger blinked, and tried to turn the page backwards. Suddenly, after many blank pages in the last daily record, a sentence suddenly appeared at the beginning of a piece of white paper——

Brother died.

The words stopped at the end, but the short four words made the hand holding the page of the short knife tremble suddenly.

The original owner's elder brother passed away, so the original owner was very sad, but at this moment, Dagger suddenly remembered what Yakiri Hasebe said when he first met him not long ago.

"I know you're still brooding over that incident to this day...we won't make excuses that it was just an accident..."

...Could it be that the death of the original owner's brother had something to do with the sword of this Honso Maru?There is also the feeling of being divided into two factions that I noticed in the sword before...

Frowning, he turned back again, his fingertips suddenly froze on a page full of the words 'go to death'.The words on the page are quite different from the previous ones. They look like something a child scribbled with a pen in his hand. Looking at it with a short knife, he suddenly felt a little depressed. Just as he was about to close the book, he suddenly saw the messy words from the corner of his eye. There are a few neat-looking texts sandwiched in it.

The short knife touched the three characters deep into the paper - Sakai Mori, which seemed to be a person's name, and the word "brother" was immediately next to it.

You should like it if you write it down neatly, right?Dagger tilted his head, and closed the book in confusion.Just as he was about to find a place to hide it again, a very soft call suddenly came from outside the paper door of the Japanese room.

The voice was soft and very familiar. Dagger was taken aback, and subconsciously ran over and opened the door.However, when the door was half-opened to reveal half of the boy's milk-yellow hair, he suddenly remembered something, hurriedly turned around and ran to the closet to open a crack, and threw the things in his hand into it.

The person outside the door had already opened the half-open door and walked in gently. He blinked his eyes twice slowly, looking at the opponent's slightly pink knees, and his cheeks felt faintly hot for some reason.

The young man leaned against the closet and slowly sat on the tatami, his black hair that was slightly long past the ears softly stuck to the side of his face, looked up at the person coming, licked his lips, and whispered.

"The five tigers retreat..."