What kind of man is breastfeeding?

Because Yiyong still had a mission, he only said a few words to Xinjiu before leaving in a hurry—if he didn't leave, Xinjiu doubted whether Undead Chuan would fight him on the spot.

After Yiyong left, the Fuji House returned to its former peace.As long as Undead River doesn't meet Yiyong, it seems that the whole person's mood has stabilized, and he practiced quietly in the backyard.

The repeated horizontal chopping action was somewhat boring to Xin Jiuyan, but Undead Chuan kept repeating the same action as if tirelessly.

"Want to eat?"

Suddenly, a small plate was put down beside him, and there were beautiful mung bean cakes on the plate.

Xinjiu was a little surprised, and turned his head to see Kuang Jin sitting down beside him.He smiled gently at himself, and said, "I don't think you ate anything at noon. It's still early for dinner, and the child's body is hungry again. Have some mung bean cake first?"

Xinjiu touched his empty stomach, a little embarrassed: "Thank you."

Seeing the little girl's cheeks flushed slightly, holding the pastry in both hands and nibbled on it cutely, Kuang Jin felt that he was cute.He coughed dryly and looked away, turned to look at Undead River who was concentrating on practicing sword in the courtyard, and greeted the other party: "Shimi! Can you come over and have a rest too?"

The slashing momentum of the Rilun Knife is not slowing down at all. The beautiful verdant blade presents an almost transparent texture in the sun. It is held in the hand of Undead River, like a gentle and fierce wind-it is omnipotent , the softest and sharpest.

A knife passed over the training pile, and the thick wood was directly split into a narrow gap, and a gleam of light came out from behind the gap.

But Undead Chuan frowned, looking very dissatisfied.Hearing Kuang Jin's words, he refused without looking back: "You guys eat, I'll practice again."

Swallowing the new wine and taking a sip of mung bean cake, I suddenly felt a little guilty.

She sighed: "Mr. Undead Chuan, you really worked hard——"

If he worked half as hard as Undead Chuan, he would have already worked full time, right?

Kuang Jin had a normal expression on his face, and said helplessly, "Shimi is like this...too desperate."

After finishing speaking, he sighed, and looked at Undead Chuan with a little worry: "Shimi is very talented and willing to work hard. I believe that it will be a matter of time before he becomes a pillar-but in his current state, It really worries me."

"He put too much pressure on himself."

Needless to say, the new wine has also been seen.

In Undead Chuan, there is a kind of lonely and brave determination that is almost fateful - he seems to have been prepared to jump into hell alone early in the morning, and the determination to die with the evil spirits is burning all over his body, and he has no half for the living. yearning for the future.

He seemed to be born to kill the evil spirits in this world.Except for killing ghosts, Undead River seems to no longer give itself any meaning.

Xinjiu can't imagine what this young man has gone through to put himself so unreservedly into hatred and burn it into the most blazing wind.

Fierce and tender.

"Actually, I have a merciless request."

Kuang Jin suddenly opened his mouth and looked at the new wine seriously.Xin Jiu subconsciously stopped eating, and listened intently to Kuang Jin's words.

He said gently: "I hope Miss Xinjiu can help enlighten Shiya."

"Huh?!" Xinjiu was surprised, pointing at himself: "Me?"

Kuang Jin glanced at Undead Chuan, who was seriously training in the yard, and sighed: "Maybe he will listen to Miss Xinjiu's words."

"This..." The mung bean cake in Xinjiu's hand was crushed into pieces by her.She was a little overwhelmed, and muttered: "This, it's a bit difficult, right? After all, Mr. Bushikawa and I have only known each other for a short time... Speaking of which, isn't Mr. Sueno Shiya's senior brother? Your words should be more useful than mine... ..."

Kuang Jin smiled wryly and shook his head: "I can't do it."

"I, like Shiya, live on the hatred of ghosts—I don't know how to unravel Shiya, because I am also suffering from the same pain."

"I think if it's Miss New Wine, it should make Shiya feel better. Did I tell you? Shimi used to have a younger sister... If his sister is still alive, she should look similar to Miss New Wine now. "

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shimi in the distance, his eyes softened; Kuang Jin was also tortured by hatred until he met Shimi... Shimi was his younger brother to him.

It is precisely because of the existence of Shi Mi that Kuang Jin has the strength to continue walking-not so much that he saved Shi Mi, it is better to say that Shi Mi rescued him from self-torture.

But in the same way, Kuang Jin could not redeem Shimi from self-torture; Shimi's hatred seemed to linger on the day he left home.

When he first met Shiya, he still whispered names in his dreams, which were the names of his dead siblings.Every time he recited it, the skinny boy curled up into a ball, his face was soaked with tears, and he kept saying sorry in his dream.

How fragile and guilty Minami was in the dream, and how vicious she was when she woke up with a knife in her hand——Relying on the fact that she is a special thin blood, Shimi doesn’t even need to wait for the task to come, just cut a line with the knife Naturally, ghosts would follow the smell of his blood to find the wound.

In order to achieve the effect, Shi Ya never softened his heart when he cut the knife.Every time the battle ended, most of the wounds on his body were scratched by himself, and most of the blood was his own.

But it is such a person who doesn't care about his own life, who will be angry because Kuang Jin is injured, and will collapse because Kuang Jin's life is dying-as if he cares about the life and death of everyone except his own life.

Xinjiu held the pastry thoughtfully, and quickly understood Kuangjin's words for the first time; if Shimi's younger sister was still alive, she would probably be eight or nine years old, right?

No wonder Shimi was so proficient in hugging herself before... so he was the eldest son in the family?

Seeing Minya who was training seriously in the courtyard, Xinjiu was somewhat surprised.

She thought for a while, and seriously replied to Kuang Jin: "I will try hard... not only Mimi, but also Mr. Kuano can take good care of himself."

Hearing Xinjiu mention him, Kuang Jin was obviously a little surprised.He lowered his eyes to look at the new wine, and then chuckled lightly—raised his hand and rubbed the girl's soft hair, Kuang Jin smiled and said, "Miss Xin Jiu, you must be loved by many people, right?"

It is precisely because you are surrounded by too much love and kindness that you can almost instinctively return kindness and love to those around you, right?

The hair was messed up, and Xinjiu was covering his head helplessly, "Mr. Kuano...Although I look like a child, I am indeed an adult, don't treat me like a child all the time!"

"Adult?"

Kuang Jin looked at Xin Jiu in surprise, as if he knew something important: "Miss Xin Jiu, are you already an adult?"

He always thought that even if the vampire technique was excluded, Xinjiu's real age might not be very old—only fifteen or sixteen years old?

Xinjiu can't laugh or cry.

She sighed and repeated: "Of course I'm an adult—I'm about the same age as Tomioka-kun."

"what are you guys saying?"

Shinya finished his training and strode towards them with his Japanese sword in hand.

He was not dressed honestly, the open neckline revealed beautiful muscular outlines, sweat rolled down his clean jawline into the clothes, and the clothes at the neckline were all wetted into a darker color.

Xinjiu suddenly felt the temperature on her face rise—she covered her face, looked away, and muttered in a low voice: "Mr. Undead Chuan...that, yours, clothes..."

Kuang Jin also coughed dryly and reminded: "Shimi, clothes."

"No, no, that's not what I meant!"

Xin Jiu quickly stood up—there was nothing more shameful than being understood by his peers!

She rubbed her hot face, and her tongue was a little knotted: "I——I mean! Mr. Undead Chuan's clothes are wet and it must be very uncomfortable to wear... Ah, of course I didn't mean to ask you to take them off—— I, I, I—I have to leave beforehand!"

She got up, but the wooden clogs were still left on the porch, and she also forgot to wear them, so she ran away with bare feet.

Shi Mi looked at the back of Xin Jiu running away, scratched the back of her head, and asked Kuang Jin in wonder, "What's wrong with her?"

Kuang Jin's eyes wandered, and he coughed dryly, "Shimi... Although Miss Xinjiu is now affected by the blood ghost technique, she looks like a child of eight or nine years old."

"But her mind is a mature adult after all - she is an adult - so, I know that when you are training, the knife wind will often scratch your clothes, but next time, in front of Miss Xinjiu, you should slightly... At least the button should be fastened, right?"

Shimi froze in place.

He lowered his head slowly, staring at his open blouse—sweat rolled down the beautiful muscle contours, from his solid abdominal muscles all the way to his narrow waist.

A few seconds later, when she suddenly got the words of her best friend, Shimi was so ashamed that her neck and ear tips flushed red!He groaned, snatched Kuang Jin's haori and wrapped it around his body, his expression was like a big girl with yellow flowers who was peeped by a wretched man: "Why didn't you say it earlier!!"

Kuang Jin touched the tip of his nose and smiled dryly: "I forgot..."

He knew that Shimi usually refused to dress properly, and he also knew that every time this guy finished training, it was almost the same whether he had a shirt or not.But the number of women in the Ghost Killing Team is pitifully small. The few women are strong enough to single out two strong men. Who cares if you are male or female during the duel?

So just now when Xinjiu was sitting here watching Shimi's training, Kuang Jin didn't notice anything wrong, so naturally he forgot to remind Shimi.

Xinjiu ran all the way back to her room, and threw herself on the soft pillow; the forward momentum was too great, her forehead hit the tatami, pain and tears rushed out in no particular order.

She twitched and covered her face, and said to herself, "It's over... what am I talking about? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooools..."

"Brother Tong, are you there? Brother Tong, please tell me about your black history, or I will die of shame!"

Just came out to comfort Xinjiu's system, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly when he heard this: [What's wrong?Can listening to my black history buffer your shame? 】

Xinjiu nodded weepingly: 【Of course I will!Hearing more about the stupid things you did before, I feel comforted in my heart.At least let me know that I am not the worst! 】

The system rolled its eyes: [You're thinking about eating peaches! 】

【Are you that ashamed? 】

Staring at Xinjiu's flushed cheeks, the system fell into deep thought: [Speaking of it... it's only to this extent, isn't it? 】

After all, in the impression of the system, its owner is not generally popular—probably belongs to the kind, obviously not the most beautiful goddess on campus, but always the one who receives the most love letters and chocolates.

According to big data analysis, this kind of popular personality should have received countless confessions from childhood to adulthood!

[What do you mean by this level! 】

Xinjiu frantically shook the system's shoulders and screamed tearfully: [Didn't you see? !Mr. Immortal Chuan's abdominal muscles!And pecs!And the waistline!Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…

The shame exploded, and Xinjiu covered his face and lay back again, his heartbeat almost jumped out of his throat.

The system was almost crashed by her shaking!

It swayed half a circle in the air in a daze, suddenly Fu Ling's heart came, and said: [Wait... new wine!You haven't seen a small movie since you were a child, have you? 】

The movement of Xinjiu to cover his face froze for a moment.

Two seconds later, she looked at the system quietly: [You don't understand. 】

[Because the small movies and the book are watching too much, they are so shameful.

As soon as the emotions came up, the tears of Xinjiu's development came out patteringly.

Wiping her tears, she whimpered and said: 【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-ow- ]]

The system suddenly felt that one head and two big.

It scratched the back of its head, puzzled: [Although but... well, I still can't understand the brain circuit of your carbon-based life. 】

Looking at the new wine who was crying until hiccupping, the system sighed helplessly.

It took the shape of a huge and soft cloud, softly embraced the host, and patted Xinjiu's back comfortingly, 【It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little hobby, it can't be considered abnormal. 】

[Speaking of which, haven't you been in contact with many boys of that type? 】

The system couldn't help but uncover the unopened kettle, Xinjiu raised his head blankly, with pitiful tears still hanging on his round face: [Is there any? 】

The system nodded: [Yes, for example, Sato, Yiyong, Kuangjin...]

Xinjiu hurriedly interrupted the system: [Wait, wait, wait!Do they have this? !Like Mr. Immortal Chuan? ? ? 】

The system was silent for three seconds.

Three seconds later, it slapped its head and suddenly realized: 【Oh!Yep - I almost forgot, you don't have half-penetrating powers. 】

[In order to better judge the physical state of carbon-based lifeforms, our silicon-based lifeforms use semi-penetrating power. Generally speaking, we can directly penetrate clothes and see the other party's body... Speaking of which, your colleagues in the office also Very——]

Before it finished speaking, the new wine, which was flushed with shame, threw itself on it and covered its mouth: [No, no, shut up!Qi Mu can read minds! !Even if he can't read my heart, he can read you! 】