Was Mibu Wolf

Mr. Dojikata told Shiro to take a taxi to go back, but he still walked back slowly with his back on his back, as if he was taking a leisurely walk, and occasionally said a few cold jokes.

"In the past few days, I have inspected Xindu together with Qingguang Anding. Except for the Fuyuki Church, the situation has been basically grasped. In about two weeks, the entire Fuyuki City will be inspected." Mr. Tukata walked very steadily. He couldn't feel a jolt on his back.

"You guys are working too hard, take your time with this kind of thing." Kifang said, Mr. Hijikata's long hair brushed his face, moving around was very annoying, so he simply untied his hair tie, He reached out to Mr. Hijikata to tie his hair into a bun.

"Pfft..." I wanted to laugh when I saw this side. Of course, Hijikata Toshisan felt that he was playing tricks behind him, so he didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Other things are fine, those two children are too lazy to be pampered by you." Mr. Hijikata's tone was a little dissatisfied, "Obviously they are also members of the Shinsengumi, just like you, lazy."

"I think they're pretty good." He snorted twice, not letting Mr. Hijikata say that Qingguang's stability is not good, "And according to what they said, there are so many swords in the pill, so there's no need to be so nervous."

"If Izumi Mori can also become a human being, he won't be so lazy." Mr. Hijikata also said.

"The thing looks like a master, and Izumi Mori must be a devil like Mr. Dojikata." This party retorted, clasped his hands, and suddenly felt that something was missing, "I feel like I forgot something."

"It's nothing." Mr. Hijikata thought about his attire, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. "Don't change the subject, I want to discuss with you about the education of Qingguang and An Ding..."

Ju Yiwen Zezong: ...does none of you really think of me?

This party was forced to listen to the truth of how to train his subordinates to be excellent talents, but he was carried by Mr. Hijikata, and he couldn't run away even if he wanted to. He couldn't even take out his mobile phone to pretend to listen to music. Mr. Hijikata There must also be a need for honest feedback.

Finally back home, Qing Guang came out to meet them, An Ding went out to buy ingredients for the evening, and was a little surprised to see that Fang was being carried back, "My lord, are you... injured?"

The reason why his tone was so uncertain was because he could hear his voice arguing with Mr. Hijikata from far away.

Fang Mingming was carried all the way, but when he saw Qingguang, he suddenly became shy, and struggled to get Mr. Hijikata to put him down, and when he finally landed, he even felt like he was stepping on cotton.

He walked towards Qingguang and said with a smile, "I'm fine, just for fun. What about An Ting, haven't you come back yet? Hmm..."

Fang suddenly stopped in his tracks, raised his hand to cover his mouth, a very unbearable pain crept up from his chest, his eyes went dark, and he couldn't help but fell forward.

Qing Guang's pupils contracted slightly, and he stepped over to catch him.

"Cough..." Fang coughed lightly, and then it was like a series of reactions. He coughed violently uncontrollably. He half-kneeled on the ground while supporting Qingguang. The room was very quiet, only the sound of his cough echoed. with.

Qing Guang hugged his shoulders, his eyes were a little out of focus, this scene was as familiar as the one he had experienced before, although he now had a human body, it was no different from when he was making a knife, he could only look at He is uncomfortable.

He looked at Mr. Doji who was standing next to him. His eyes were hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly. His hair was twisted into a bun in a funny way, but he could see the tension on his clenched fists. blue veins.

Fang coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the suppressed feeling was finally relieved. He raised his sleeve and wiped the corner of his mouth. The pain just came and went quickly. He raised his head and looked at Qingguang, "I'm really fine." .”

"I'm back! I bought very fresh fish today~ Why are you standing outside the door..."

Several people looked back at the same time, and An Ding, who had just returned, stood where he was, with a froze smile on his face, and the bag in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

……

This party was surrounded by three people and sat in the middle, just like a prisoner being interrogated, confessing his experiences today one by one.

When they heard that the enemy was a monster with a covered face and bone spurs, Qingguang and An Ding looked at each other, "Things like this are a bit like a time-traveling army."

"Army back in time?" The other two asked at the same time, this party touched his chin, "The name sounds quite fashionable..."

"It is an illegal army that changes history by intervening in history. Honmaru's sword men exist to fight against them." California Kiyomitsu is worthy of being one of the initial swords specially designated by the government of time, and the explanation is very clear, "My lord, you should have I've seen them before, but I should have forgotten it by now."

"I have no impression at all. Anyway, when I cut him in half, I almost fell from the roof, thanks to Ms. Tohsaka who saved me." This party sighed, "Ms. Tohsaka is also a very kind girl , it would be great if I could repay her well."

"I'm your Servant, remember to call me by my name next time something like this happens." Mr. Hijikata was in a very complicated mood, "You'd better hurry up and get some common sense about magicians."

"Forgive me." Fang sighed, but still agreed, and suddenly remembered something, "But after I cut him off, a black mist entered my brain, and then I recovered a little bit. memory."

"So they really did it." An Ding pursed his lips and said with some gnashing of teeth.

"When was the memory?" Mr. Hijikata noticed with some sensitivity what was passed in passing. He knew this person well. If he could describe it in detail, he would never answer so roughly.

If Qing Guang felt something, he also raised his head to look at him. Inexplicably, he felt as if he knew this party's answer.

"Ikeda House."

Qing Guang had the feeling that it was true, but it seemed that it was not as hard to accept as he imagined. After all, the past had passed, and at this moment, that person was actually standing in front of him.

"Those guys can only be so disgusting." He pouted and said.

"Don't worry about the past." Mr. Hijikata said the same thing. Ikedaya was a rare victory for him, but it was also in that battle that the chief executive fell completely.He cleared out other thoughts and said, "There is one more thing that is strange, if that fog is memory, it shouldn't be black."

"After being hit by that, I felt very uncomfortable. At first I had a headache, and then I felt chest tightness." Fang described his feelings carefully, and suddenly thought of something, "Could it be related to that just now?"

"Let me just say, my lord has always been in good health, and I just went for a physical examination a few days ago." An Ding finally found a suitable explanation, feeling finally relieved, God knows how he felt when he saw this party vomiting blood just now.

"It's very likely." Mr. Hijikata took a deep breath and said, "If the memory can be restored in this way, but there will be such side effects every time, even if the body is originally healthy, there will be problems."

"But I can't stop remembering." Fang puffed his face and said, "Actually, I don't feel that uncomfortable, but you care about me too much, so I can't help but want to pretend."

Mr. Tufang gave him a sideways glance, and he immediately covered his mouth with both hands, indicating that he would not speak.

"It's not impossible. This situation is obviously contaminated with filth. We just need to find a way to purify it." Mr. Hijikata continued.

"Will Mr. Hijikata know?" This party looked at him expectantly, saying that it was not uncomfortable would be a lie, he has always been able to bear it, and just now he wanted to persevere until he was alone, but he still failed.

"I'm an Avenger, and my attributes are biased towards chaos. I can't do it." Mr. Hijikata shook his head and thought, "I can only find a way to find a magician..."

"For purification, my lord should know how to do it?" Qingguang said suddenly. He looked at this side and said, "Izumi Mamoru told me that my lord learned Yin Yang from Abe Seimei, and the most proficient in it is purification."

"Well, do I still know Abe Seimei?" The focus of this party was completely wrong, he smoothed the loose hair that fell to his chest, "I have no impression at all."

"Not only Abe Seimei, but you also know Oda Nobunaga, my lord." An Ding said, sighing in his heart. Sure enough, although Kiyomitsu and Izumi Mori often quarreled, their relationship is still very good.

"Eh? Oda Nobunaga! Then I'm super powerful!" Fang's eyes sparkled, "What does Oda Nobunaga look like? Is it handsome? Isn't it very vicious... Hey!"

This party covered the bag on his head that had been hammered out, and looked sadly at Mr. Hijikata who withdrew his hand mercilessly. The latter had no emotion at all, and asked Qingguang, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, the lord should have returned from Heianjing long ago, but because he accidentally killed the homework, he was forced to stay and continue to consolidate his knowledge." Qingguang said with certainty.

"... Killed by mistake? Am I so fierce?" Fang couldn't help but complain.

"You're ugly." Mr. Hijikata summed it up brilliantly, and said to him, "Since what you have learned, even if your brain doesn't remember it, your body will still remember it. I'll look for books tomorrow, and hurry up Remember this."

"...You really are a devil." Fang silently covered his chest, and he had to study, to study magician's common sense, and to review (preview) Yin Yang, he already felt the tense atmosphere of the future.

"You are not feeling well today, go to bed early." Mr. Hijikata, who had no feelings, ordered, and then said to Qingguang and Anding, "Come with me."

"Yes!" The two quickly responded, and An Ding said to the other party, "Master, let's take a rest, and I will wake you up at night."

"Well, be careful too." Fang said to them, looking at their backs, suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Qingguang." This party stopped Qingguang.

Qing Guang stopped immediately, turned around and returned to his side, and asked with concern, "Is there anything else? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm fine now. I have something to tell you." Fang looked at him and said very sincerely, "I'm sorry."

"Hey." Qing Guang was stunned, looking at him inexplicably.

"I broke you, I'm sorry." Fang apologized to him again, lowering his eyes slightly, "I've been thinking since I remembered, if I cherished you more then, would you have been able to spend more time with me? .I still regret it after thinking about it, but now I can only apologize to you like this."

"...Does it matter?" Qingguang raised his hand and rubbed it on his master's hair like a child, showing a refreshing smile like a sunflower blooming in summer, "This is my sword. Mission, I am very satisfied to be able to fight with you to the last moment."

"In short, I will take good care of you in the future." Fang Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and said to him with a smile, "Whether it's you and An Ding, or other people in this pill that I can't remember now, and Ju Yiwen, I will do my best to protect you."

At the end, he habitually wanted to reach out to pick up Ju Yiwen Zezong, but found nothing.

Fang's eyes widened slowly, his mouth opened and closed twice, and he asked a question that hit his soul directly:

"Where's my knife?"