Kuroro is a smart man. It is true that he is very interested in Kusuo Akiki's ability, but he also knows that there are some things that he can't easily get his hands on.

Treasures are tempting, but it is not what he wants to get into trouble with a dangerous dragon.

It's really regrettable.

Kuroro sighed softly in his heart, but he didn't feel too disappointed. This wasn't the first time he had to give up the ability he liked, or it would be better if he could get the ability he liked every time. Strange thing, he is just smarter and more thoughtful than ordinary people, but he is not an omnipotent god. All he can do is to plan and plan with all his heart every time in order to get the most That's all for profit.

It's a pity that I have to give up the ability I'm very optimistic about this time, but it's not a bad thing to befriend a strong man like Qi Mu. One more friend in this world is better than one enemy. In fact, if it weren't for Qi Mu, he would be standard kind Lawful camp, such a carefree and powerful character, he wants to recruit into the brigade rather than stealing abilities.

"I don't think so." Kuroro smiled and rejected those desserts that didn't look very pleasant. "The soufflé tastes better when it's still warm."

Saiki Kusuo said, 【I am going to leave here. 】

Kuroro smiled and said, "It's with this..." He paused, and Zong Jue said, "Zong." Then he continued, "Are you with this Mr. Zong?"

Saiki Kusuo nodded, 【We are companions. 】

"Then I wish you a pleasant journey in advance." Kuroro said, "I happen to be leaving too. It seems that there is no way to invite you to go with me."

Regardless of whether he really wants to leave or not, in short, it won't hurt either side to say this on the surface. Zong Jue is only responsible for sitting on the side and letting out his aura to intimidate Kuroro. The young man's strength at this stage can be called Not bad, but the little fox is still no match for the old fox. The gap in strength created by experience and years is overwhelming. When Kuroro turned around and walked out to close the door, he couldn't help touching his neck, sweating layer after layer Drenched clothes.

It was almost troublesome.

He thought with a wry smile, and he had no doubt that if he had made a wrong step just now, the man sitting behind Qi Mu would cut his throat without hesitation before he could react, even now, although he could not see it with the naked eye He came out, but he could clearly feel the stabbing pain in his throat, it was the phantom pain caused by being frightened by the too harsh aura, and it might take a while to calm down.

"It's really strong..." He sighed softly, correcting his cognitive error.

Not a dragon guarding treasures, but a beast guarding cubs.

"Leader?" He was waiting outside the sky arena, a member of the Knights, called Kurolo in a low voice, and gave him a questioning look.

Kuroro shook his head and said with a smile: "Let Feitan come back, this time I'm afraid I've kicked the iron board."

As he said this, his tone was not meant to be angry. After thinking for a while, he took out a paper and quickly drew Zong Jue's general appearance, and asked the knight to investigate the information.

"It should be the word Zong in the surname or first name." He said, "Age...the active period should have been a long time ago, and the investigation should be extended to 20 years ago."

Zong Jue's appearance looks very deceptive, but a person's eyes can't deceive others, and young people in their twenties will definitely not have a pair of eyes like Zong Jue.

It’s not that there are so many vicissitudes or stories written in those written descriptions, on the contrary, there is not much in those eyes, and the dark eyes have a kind of clarity and cleanness that is extremely rare, without love, fear, and anger Wu Nu, clearly reflected his appearance, without any extra emotions, just simply reflected his appearance in his pupils.

In this way, it became even more terrifying.

It's not the whiteness that is just like a child who is ignorant of the world. It's because of seeing too much and experiencing too much. Thousands of colors are dyed through and mixed into black. With just one look at each other, Kurolo knows If he still cherishes his own life, there is probably no other way but to admit it honestly.

Of course, he is not without a chance of winning. The weak overpowering the strong is his forte. But whether Saiki Kusuo's ability can really be obtained is another matter, and secondly, it is not a time when life and death must be fought , Why bother to do everything possible for the camp, and even make considerable sacrifices just to gain breath.

"Don't disturb others." Kuroro told the brigade's brain, "If you can't find it, you don't need to force it."

He had an intuition that although Mr. Zong was dangerous, he would not become a threat to the brigade.

How the knights searched for the clues left by Zong Jue in this world will not be mentioned for the time being. On the other hand, Kusuo Saiki packed his little luggage and brought out the prize money stored in the Sky Arena. It didn't take long, but he had already accumulated a considerable amount of bonuses, and then followed Zong Jue onto the boat.

Without the slightest doubt or hesitation, he trusted Zong Jue with all his heart and knew that Zong Jue would not do anything harmful to him.

In the evening, the swords returned with a full load of "tourist souvenirs". Zong Jue always gave generous pocket money, but the swords didn't buy much. For example, Wuhu Tui only took the ribbons bought for him by the judge Satisfied, he hugged the little tigers one by one and replaced the black ribbons that he brought when he was summoned with new ribbons. Sanri Yuezong had relatively the most, but most of them were prepared to be given to him when he was shooting live shots. Friends I know, such as Knee Maru who worked so hard to serve as his stand-in for most of the day, and Xiao Humaru walked around Zong Jue with a newly bought comb, and got his wish to comb hair together at night promise, and there is——

"Are you scared?" Tsurumaru suddenly jumped out from the corner where Zong Jue must pass, and waved a bracelet in front of Zong Jue, "This is a return gift."

He gestured and touched his chest. There was an amulet hanging there. It was different from the mass-produced amulet sold by the government of the time. The amulet that appeared next to his pillow when he woke up from a nap one day was not sewn by a machine. The fine stitching, the workmanship is quite simple, it can be seen that it is a handmade product, and the fabric is much better than that of the government of the time. He has seen similar patterns on the feathers of the gods.

"It's your first time as an imperial guard, and it's hard for you not to dislike it." Zong Jue readily accepted the gift in return, and didn't put it anywhere else, but put it on his wrist directly, "Tsuramaru's taste is good."

It's not a bracelet made of gemstones or gold and silver. Some kind of wood with beautiful textures is polished into a round shape and strung together with a rope. Because it hasn't been touched by anyone for many years, it still feels slightly stagnant. The color of the wood itself does not need any extra decoration, but the end of the rope is connected end to end with a silver package inlaid with obsidian, which fits around Zong Jue's wrist.

"Because when I saw it for the first time," Tsurumaru blinked, with a smile on his face, and now he can smile naturally, "I think it looks like you."

Unassuming and low-profile but with a sense of presence that is hard to ignore. At first glance, you will be intimidated by the cold appearance. Only when you touch it with your own hands will you find the softness and warmth that comes from the essence.

"I spent a lot of money." Tsurumaru tilted his head and his tone became lighter, "It's rare for me to win such a small amount of money."

He made a small profit from the gambling in the Sky Arena, and together with the pocket money Zong Jue sent him, he spent all of it on this bracelet that didn't seem to be that expensive at all.

"So you have to carry it with you often." Gao Jie's crane has a righteousness that people can't bear to reprimand even if it is headstrong, which symbolizes a kind of warm and happy color burning in the dark red eyes.

"Of course." Zong Jue adjusted the position of the bracelet a little uncomfortable. He rarely wears accessories on his wrist, but he agreed, "I'm very happy."

Although it sounds like he wants so many gifts greedily, in fact, he really rarely receives any gifts, especially such gifts specially given to himself. Basically, it is a routine exchange of favors with other people during the holidays, which is more than precious but not enough. Basically, when it is received, it is sealed in the warehouse and has no other use.

"I'm really happy." Zong Jue repeated, and Tsurumaru smiled and said, "That's all right. I'll be embarrassed if you say anything more to thank you."

"Please don't tell others." He raised his finger and blinked his left eye. "I'm outraged by running away by myself."

It's still such a blatant thing to brush the favorability of the god-inspector behind the scenes. If you get caught, you will be dragged to the practice field to teach you how to make knives in turn.

Tsurumaru hummed an out-of-tune tune and ran to the kitchen to find Kasen Kanesada for a snack. Zong Jue returned to the room in a good mood, ready to groom his awkward and coquettish child.

Combing Xiaohumaru's hair can actually be called a kind of enjoyment. The soft hair under his hand has a completely different touch from his. When you touch it, you will feel like you are worthy of Inari's family. It is much more than your own hair. The proud Tianhu was much smoother, and the fluffiness was just right. Zong Jue knelt on the ground while Xiaohuwan lay sideways on his lap, half-closed his eyes and reached out to touch Zong Jue's hair.

"If you were an ordinary swordsmith, I would definitely not be able to bear it..." The slightly stiff black hair circled between the fingers, and Xiaohumaru's voice almost sighed, "I will hide you."

His caster, who is full of charm without knowing it, may be worried about others' prying eyes hidden in the deepest part of Gao Tianyuan.

"If I were just an ordinary craftsman, I wouldn't have you." Zong Jue smiled, and pulled Xiao Huwan's hair under his hand, "It's okay to think about something."

Xiaohumaru smiled and didn't say anything else, he had long realized that his temptation would be beaten back by such a bewilderment.

The night was just right, and a ray of moonlight penetrated through the gap in the curtains, entwining the corners of Zong Jue's eyes very gently.

Zong Jue yawned, but agreed to Xiaohuwan's request to stay overnight, and at the same time strengthened his cognition that Tianjin gods are all arrogant and coquettish.

Once a mature and sensible child sticks to others, it is really a burden of happiness.

Zong. The knife I forged was my child. Jue Ru thought, patted Xiaohuwan beside him, and prepared himself to stay up all night.

Unless he is extremely tired, he can't sleep well when there are people around him, and he will be awakened by the slightest movement, so he can only sleep in a daze with his eyes closed.

"Sleep well." He whispered to Xiaohuwan, "Good night."

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【Tsurumu: Why do you want to give me a bracelet?Because it was those hands that pulled me out of the endless darkness (laughs)]

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