What kind of man is breastfeeding?

Senshouro walked through the courtyard with new wine—the courtyard of their house was different from the ordinary Japanese garden, but was transformed into an open-air kendo field. Deep sword marks.

The two walked through the ashram, turned around the long verandah, and walked down the aisle of the house to the depths.

Qianshou Lang stopped in front of a room and knocked on the door vigorously: "Father? Father--Miss Xinjiu is here!"

Bang!

With the dull sound of the wine bottle hitting the door frame, Senjuro took a step back in fright; his back bumped into Xinshu, and he ran away like a frightened animal. Xinjiu even wondered if he saw the other party Instant blown hair?

She frowned, and patted Qianjurou on the shoulder reassuringly.

Senshouro reacted with a slightly embarrassed expression, not daring to meet Xinjiu's eyes.He avoided Xin Jiu's gaze, and whispered: "Sorry... Father may not have woken up yet, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the room was pulled open from the inside—Qian Shoulang immediately subconsciously straightened his back, "Father, Father?!"

Xin Jiu frowned, and looked up: the man was tall, wearing a loose bathrobe, with blond mid-length hair hanging down to his shoulders, and the tip of the hair was bright red, but the beard on the chin seemed to have not been treated for a long time, and he looked a bit rough.

Xinjiu was stunned for a second, then subconsciously turned his head to look at Qianshoulang.

Although the difference in size is a bit big...the momentum is also very different...but, in terms of appearance, they are too similar, right?

She turned her head to look at Yuanyi, and Yuanyi also looked at Makijuro with a dull expression.

What's strange is that Makijuro also looked at the new wine with a slightly dull look - if it wasn't for the age difference, he even doubted whether his wife had a sister of the same mother.

But he was dazed for only a moment, and he shook his head. After the hangover confusion completely dissipated, Makijuro could easily find that the other party was not very similar to his wife who died young.

It's just that the hair color is the same, and the expression between the eyebrows and eyes also has a gentle smile.

Leaning against the door frame, he said coldly, "The wine is gone."

Qian Shoulang reacted, and quickly said: "Holding, I'm sorry! Please wait a moment, I'll go get the wine..."

"that--"

The new wine stopped Qianjulang, hesitantly said: "Mr. Makijuro, if you get drunk, it may affect the effect of the psychic."

She had given up on explaining and simply used the words they understood best.

Senjuro stopped when he heard the words, and looked at Makijuro with a little expectation and hesitation—Makijuro sneered, holding his arms with both hands: "Psychic?"

"Yes."

Xinjiu nodded and said, "Didn't you read the letter from the lord?"

Makijuro frowned: "What letter?"

Qian Shoulang hurriedly reminded his father: "Yes, it was delivered in the morning——because I couldn't wake you up, I left it at your door...at, at your feet."

Makijuro lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw a piece of crumpled letter paper under his feet.He also frowned, but he didn't say anything, just bent down to pick up the letter paper, and read it from beginning to end.

Seeing that the other party was still willing to read the letter, Xin Jiu heaved a sigh of relief.She coerced the system in a low voice: [I thought it would be that kind of difficult drunk. 】

The system rolled its eyes angrily: 【You too underestimate the breathing swordsmen, this little wine won't make them lose their minds. 】

After Makijuro finished reading the letter, he lowered his eyes to look at Xinshu - his pupils were the same brilliant golden color as Senjurou's, with a little red.

However, his aura was completely different from that of the slightly weaker Senjurou. Makijurou was like a blood-stained and rusty knife, as long as he was serious, it was so sharp that people dare not look directly at it.

Xinjiu has also experienced this kind of aura from some of his special colleagues—after being stared at by Makijuro like this, Xinjiu felt a little uncomfortable, coughed dryly, and asked: "That's right, it's just as it was said in the letter, I agreed to my lord , with Yuanyi...uh, the first generation Rizhu, came to find you."

Makijuro ignored Xin Jiu's words, and his voice trembled a little when he spoke: "You... can psychic?"

New wine: "..."

Such an expression!Obviously they want to communicate with ghosts other than Yuanyi, right? !

She smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry... I can only communicate with the soul of the first Rizhu, and the souls of other people. I can't do anything."

So people shouldn't be afraid of trouble - if she tried harder to explain a little more, the current situation probably wouldn't be the case.

A trace of regret flashed in Makijuro's eyes, and then he sneered mockingly: "It's okay."

He turned around and returned to the house on his own, sat down carelessly, and stretched out his hand towards Xinjiu: "Just touch it?"

Xinjiu nodded, and then added: "According to the conclusions of the seniors, the effect of holding hands is the best."

Of course, the 'predecessors' in Xin Jiuzui refers to the seniors of the Plane Administration.

Makijuro nodded, with a cooperative attitude: "Then hurry up."

Although the tone is a little impatient, the overall attitude is not bad.Shinshu sat beside him, and at the same time put his hands in the palms of Enichi and Makijuro.

So soon, Makijuro and Enichi saw each other—Makijuro narrowed his eyes slightly, and a long-lost sharpness flashed from this middle-aged man.

He was about to say something, but Yuan Yi spoke first—Yuan Yi's expression could even be said to be feeling and nostalgic: "It really looks like it."

"When I saw you for the first time, I felt as if I saw the first generation of Yan Zhu."

Makijuro raised his eyebrows, then turned to Qianjurou and said, "Go back first."

Qianshou Lang glanced at Xinjiu anxiously, and whispered: "Then I will wait for you in the next room."

Makijuro frowned, and then waved his hands nonchalantly, indicating that he was free.

He turned his attention back to Yuanyi, "Are you really the ancestor of the first Rihu?"

"It's the breath of the sun."

Yuanyi corrected Makijuro's remarks, saying: "I don't have the qualifications to be the ancestor."

Makijuro was stunned for a moment—he didn't seem to expect Yuanyi to have such an answer.

Yuan Yi slightly lowered his eyes, his expression calm and calm: "I just want to tell you that the power of the breathing method is only determined by the person who uses the breathing method."

"There is no strongest breathing method in this world."

Yuanyi spoke very calmly, as calmly as if he said he didn't want onions for lunch.But listening to Yuan Yi's calm tone, Xin Jiu yelled in his heart that something is wrong!

Sure enough—the next second, the look on Makijuro's face turned ferocious.

He looked at Yuan Yi with a half-hearted smile, and suddenly let go of Xin Jiu's hand!Xinjiu looked at him in bewilderment, and said with a dry smile, "That... Mr. Makijuro?"

"I understand—us mortals, even if we learn the strongest sun's breath, we can't compare to those geniuses."

He interrupted Xinjiu's words with a cold expression: "I have already accepted this fact, and I don't need you to remind me again!"

Xinjiu wants to cry but has no tears - she knew it would be like this!

I should have thought of that earlier!If Ji Guoyuan opened up people for a while, Hei Si Mou would not be sour for 400 years! !

"No, Yuanyi didn't mean that..."

Xinshu still tried to explain for Enichi, Makijuro turned over and turned his back to Xinjiu: "You guys go - don't let me see the face of the first generation Hilzhu, and don't let me see your face again!"

Whether it's Rizhu's calm face, or the black-haired gentle girl's face that slightly resembles his dead wife, they mock and remind him of his incompetence all the time.

Xinjiu was a little at a loss, scratched his head, and turned to ask Yuanyi: "Now he doesn't listen to us at all...how about leaving for a while?"

Yuan showed confusion: "Why is he angry?"

In his memory, Yan Zhu had a bright and enthusiastic personality, and he never got angry because of his own words.

Obviously, the appearance of Makijuro and the first Yanzhu is too similar, so Yuan subconsciously treats him as the first Yanzhu.

Seeing Yuanyi's unpretentious blankness, Xinjiu rubbed his temples, and said helplessly, "Maybe... Maybe it's because everyone uses the fire-type breathing method, and same-sex repels each other?"

Seeing that Yuanyi was about to use the posture of "breathing method authority" to refute his own words, Xinshu didn't dare to give him another chance to speak, and dragged Yuanyi out of Makijuro's room forcibly.

Pushing the door open, Xinjiu was surprised to find that Qianjulang was waiting at the door.

She was taken aback, and then gave Qianshourou a friendly smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't know you were at the door - just opened the door suddenly, didn't it scare you?"

"No—not at all."

Qian Shoulang quickly shook his head, fearing that Xinjiu would misunderstand, he explained to her: "I, I was worried that my father would lose control of his emotions, so I waited at the door on purpose."

Xinjiu suddenly realized when he heard the words: "This way—"

She touched Senshouro's head, the fluffy and soft touch gave Xinshu the illusion that she was rubbing a cat: "Senjuro is such a good boy."

Got patted again.

Senshouro's ears were red, and he rubbed his fingers a little uncomfortably, but this time he didn't avoid Xin Jiu's hand.

After all, it's not a real cat. Although it feels very good in the hand, Xinjiu didn't feel the nerve to touch it a few more times, so he withdrew his hand and said, "I'll trouble you next time, take us out."

Only then did Senshouro realize this, and hurriedly walked ahead to lead the way for Xinjiu——he walked in front of Xinjiu, his exposed ears and neck were red.

Xin Jiu couldn't help sighing: [Are all children so prone to redness? 】

The indifferent face of the system: [I am the system, not a researcher of carbon-based life cub growth emotions, what's the use of asking me? 】

When the two of them turned the corner and walked up to the veranda, Qianshoulang turned to talk to Xinjiu: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked Miss Xinjiu..."

Because he wanted to turn around to talk to Xin Jiu, he didn't notice that there was also a person coming out of the corner directly in front of him.

Xinjiu quickly grabbed the kid by his collar and pulled him into his arms, avoiding the consequences of colliding with the person opposite.

Senshouro threw himself into the soft arms of the girl, before he could realize what had happened, the light but pleasant fragrance of wisteria flowers had already touched his sense of smell.

There was a bang in his mind, completely blank - what am I doing?who am i where am iIt's so soft...

"Chijuro?"

Xinjiu straightened the kid upright, seeing his flushed face and dazed look, he couldn't help feeling worried.

Hearing the sound of new wine, Qianshoulang finally came back to his senses - he quickly stepped back a few steps while covering his face: "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!!!"

Xinjiu tilted his head in doubt: "Huh?"

Just when she was starting to worry about Senshouro's mental problems, a strong smell of blood finally attracted Xin Jiu's attention—she turned to look up at the other person present.

The one who almost hit Senjurou.

Don't look at it, look at it!

The man was tall, with familiar mid-length blond hair, familiar red-tipped hair, familiar red-golden eyes, round and bright.He was wearing the uniform of the Ghost Killing Squad, and half of the clothes were completely scrapped. There was blood oozing from under the bandages, which was the source of the bloody smell.

Except for the eyebrow shape and temperament, this is simply the adult version of Senjuro, right? !

Xinjiu looked at Yuanyi suspiciously, and Yuanyi just looked at Xinjiu suspiciously, with question marks all over his face: "Are there triplets?"

New Wine: "...shut your mind!"

At this time, Qianshou Lang also reacted from the shy state of exploding, and stepped forward to support the young man worriedly: "Brother, are you injured?"

Xingshourou couldn't answer Qianshourou immediately, his eyes still stayed on Xinjiu dully - Xinjiu looked strange to him, and looked back curiously.

Xing Shou Lang grabbed Qian Shou Lang's arm with a serious face: "Qian Shou Lang, I think I'm going to die."

Chishouro exploded instantly: "!!!"

Xing Shoulang looked down at the new wine seriously, and said to himself: "I must be dying from excessive blood loss—otherwise, how could I see the figure of my mother at this moment? Sure enough, it was just before death. Let's go on a revolving door?"