This column ate hot mouth

Probably because of the verification that spiritual power can also kill ghosts, Arisukawa Yushi's mood suddenly became better.

In this case, he no longer has to worry about how to deal with ghosts alone.

Arisukawa Ikutoki was in such a good mood that even IBM appeared. The IBM black ghost with a long knife-like left hand bent over and walked through the low door of the hotel, slowly following behind him.

Arisukawa Ikutoki didn't stay in this small town on the way for too long. After verifying his idea, he waited until daytime before he set off.

The hotel owner tactfully persuaded Arisukawa Ikushi to put on a bamboo hat with a drape before going on the road—"It's very dangerous for a beautiful girl like you to be alone now."

Arisu Chuanyu thought for a while, and took the bamboo hat with white drape from the innkeeper: "Okay, thank you..."

He paused, and finally couldn't bear to correct the mistakes in the innkeeper's words: "And, am I male?"

"Huh?" The innkeeper showed a dull expression.

To be honest, if this boss really didn't pretend to be on purpose, then he is really blind.

Although he knew he was beautiful, was his flat chest and protruding Adam's apple something that didn't exist?

From here, we started to head to Baihe Fan - it should be called Baihe County in the Taisho period. It didn't take too long, and we could reach it in the evening according to the normal speed.

Probably because human beings are always a little more patient and gentle with good-looking similar people, Ikutoki Arisukawa even got on a cart used by a truck driver to deliver goods.

The speed of the car was obviously much faster than his walking on both feet. Around noon, Arisukawa Ikutoki arrived at the destination smoothly.

Baihe County seems to be a fairly well-developed town. Most of the residents are well-dressed. There are people coming and going in the shops and streets of the town. Children playing and playing football shuttle among the crowd, and the mother who is being chased behind her After the car was broken, the collar gave a lecture.

This is a fine day, the floating wind is mixed with the smell of earth and green grass, the innocent sunlight sinks in the air, and the leaves show white and transparent veins.

Arisukawa Ikutoki only carried one issue, letters of recommendation and some minor judgments with him.

He was wearing a bamboo hat with drooping white gauze, and the hazy veil covered his entire face, only the smooth skin exposed under the white gauze and a small section of slender wrist when the sleeves slipped off.

When he came to the Taisho period and just woke up, he was put under house arrest by ghosts, and then he went out for the first time in the red light district Hana Street in the middle of the night, and then he couldn't figure out the directions of the obstetric house and the butterfly house. Had a good time hanging out.

At this time, Arisukawa Ikutoki suddenly felt another sense of reality—it turned out that we really came to the Taisho period.

It turned out that each time I only went to the battlefield for a short time, and most of the places I appeared were when there were few people. The crusade against the time-traveling army was only a matter of at most an hour. How could there be any chance to hang out?

Youqi Chuanyu stopped and walked when he suddenly heard commotion not far from him.

He stared intently at the past, the black-haired boy in an old kimono was roughly pushed to the ground, and the strong adult man punched and kicked the boy cursingly in a vulgar dialect.

The boy was thin and weak, and he had no power to fight back when he was beaten by several adult men, so he could only curl up into a ball whimpering.

Arisukawa Ikushi's dynamic vision is very good, and he can clearly see the boy's face - black strands of straight messy short hair, slightly thick eyebrows, but beautiful eyes, but at this time they are wide open and innocent. At a loss.

The young man's face was still covered with bruises and swollen marks from the beating, which made that immature face immediately terrifying.

Originally, he didn't intend to take care of it, but the surrounding pedestrians all looked on coldly - and the thin black-haired boy was already dying under the continuous beating, and blood was vomiting from his lips.

But he looked like a boy of thirteen or fourteen.In this isolated and helpless situation, Arisukawa Ikutoki would inevitably think of his past situation.

Alone, helpless, surrounded by enemies, dazed and at a loss.

Arisukawa Yushi frowned.

No matter what -- let's ask for a while, if it's something heinous, of course he won't bother.

Those strong men who beat up the teenagers could tell by their clothes, words and deeds that they were vagrants.

Black matter quietly formed in the air, except for Ikuto Arisukawa, no one could hear the hiss of IBM as it formed.A short second later, a tall black figure stood silently behind the muscular man who beat the boy.

"Sorry to bother you." Arisukawa Ikushi walked over, "Excuse me, why did you beat this young man? Did he do something wrong?"

"Huh?" The strong man became quite impatient when he saw that the person who came was a fragile little girl, and he planned to push him away, "Let's go, don't meddle in your own business!"

Arisukawa Ikutoki didn't even move his eyebrows, the man's hand was firmly grasped by IBM when he was about to touch him.

The man who felt that his wrist was imprisoned by an invisible object immediately showed a look of horror-people in this era still quite believe in ghosts and gods, but it is easy to scare these people by pretending to be ghosts.

"I..." The black-haired boy curled up on the ground said in a hoarse voice, "The girl I like cheated me of all my money and went away with another man..."

As he spoke, he began to sob: "She left with someone else...and lied to me so many times..."

Youqi Chuanyu understood, this young man was danced by a fairy?

"Hey! You..." When the other thugs saw that the man whose wrist had been grabbed was motionless, they impatiently wanted to drive away Arisukawa Iku, but he also stopped moving at that moment.

——The long knife formed by IBM's left hand lay across the man's neck.

The sharp blade is against the blood vessels and arteries in the neck. Although the man doesn't understand what it is, he can clearly know that as long as he speaks one more word, even if he swallows his saliva, he will be bruised and bruised. The sharp blade cut open the neck.

Youqi Chuanyu didn't care about those useless men, he stretched out his hand to lift the white gauze hanging from the bamboo hat, and stretched out his hand to the boy who fell on the ground.

Under the white veil that was hazy like mist was the youthful and lively face, the skin was white and transparent under the sun, and even the curve of the hair tip was gentle and beautiful.

He smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to my wife Shanyi. The moment he laughed, my wife Shanyi could only hear the sound of his heart beating in a daze.

"Can you stand up?" he said.

The boy's voice that hadn't changed was like a drop of jade.

My wife Shanyi replied blankly: "...Yes."

His hands were covered with small wounds and dust from the beating, and he shrank hesitantly when he was about to touch the white and clean palm of Arisukawa Ikutoki, and was finally grabbed by Arisukawa Ikutoki and pulled up.

"I will pay the money he owes," the old man with a big beard suddenly appeared behind Arisukawa Ikutoki, "you can go."

The old man took out the money bag and threw it on the ground, IBM disappeared without a sound, and the man who was no longer imprisoned grabbed the money bag in horror and crawled away.

The gorgeously dressed man stood on the side of the street, staring blankly at Arisukawa Ikutoki's face exposed under the white veil.

The waiter asked worriedly in a low voice: "Patriarch Abe? Are you okay?" My wife Shanyi

"I think," the man known as the head of the Abe family said absently, "I have found the future mistress of the Abe family..."

When Arisukawa Ikushi heard the voice, he raised his eyes and looked over, his golden pupils looked like flowing light under the sunlight.

The author has something to say:

Sorry for being late

At this time, Shanyi still has black hair, and has not yet been struck by lightning and turned into blond hair (.)