[Comprehensive] Gouzi is dedicated to righteousness today

Why is the guy who can still smile and say hello in the morning, and now he is facing him with swords and swords.

Big Tengu couldn't figure it out.

The man seemed to be completely indifferent to his injuries, even though the blood was dripping, he stubbornly attacked him step by step.

Especially persevering.

"What's wrong with you?" Big Tengu asked.

Not answered.

The man was silent, even though his pace was extremely slow, every step he took would drip blood.

#把刀刀狗狗. #

Big Tengu frowned: "If you don't answer, I will attack you."

As he spoke, the wind gradually entangled around his body. It looked weak, but it had the sharpness that could kill someone at any time.

When he was about five steps away from the big tengu, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada raised the body knife to his chest, and the blade was facing the big tengu's face.

Oh, the height difference.

The big tengu's wings trembled.

The knives of this maru are good and bad.

If you say turn your face, turn your face.

The kind that suddenly turned his face for no reason.

Don't leave any sympathy.

I don't know what each of them is thinking about every day.

#No one hurts, no one loves, I am a little cabbage in the field. #

……

found it.

Seimei let out a breath, he formed seals with his hands, and summoned several spells.

Ah I'm awesome.

Shuten and Ibaraki sat obediently in the car and watched all this, watching Seimei draw amulets against the wind.

Ah, Onmyoji is just different.

Ibaraki hooked the drunken little hands.

"Best friend, dear friend." The voice was sweet.

Jiu Tun let out a hum, and brought his ears closer.

"what's wrong?"

Ibaraki gripped Shuten's hand even tighter.

"After you find the big tengu, don't you go to him every week, okay?"

i i i...

I will be a little jealous.

Shuten widened his pupils in surprise.

He stretched out his hand and patted Ibaraki's demon head.

"Good good."

Listen to you, what you say is what.

Seimei, who was drawing symbols in front of her, was heartbroken.

He really can't understand why there are always monsters showing off in front of him, and every time they show their faces as if it is a matter of course and they don't know it.

Really annoying.

I really want a shield to block them all.

He interrupted the chatting of the two monsters behind him with a loud voice.

"I found it." So you guys just pay attention, don't hold hands anymore...

Take care of how I feel, okay?

Shuten immediately let go of Ibaraki's hand without hesitation, and Ibaraki looked at the empty palm, feeling a little lost.

He grinds his back sockets back and forth.

Qi Qingming must have done it on purpose.

Qingming: I did it on purpose, what can you do? Can you hit me?

……

It was already dark when Yamabuki Kunihiro woke up.

His head still hurt a little after being drunk, he pressed his temples, laying on the bed and not thinking about it.

……So sad.

It was like being hit from behind.

He rubbed against the pillow twice.

As soon as he rubbed it, he felt that there was a problem.

The pillows in his room...not so soft.

Shocked, Yamabuchi Kiri Kunihiro suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a completely different view from his own room.

Memories of before drunkenness slowly come back.

After the brain fully recovered the memory, Kunihiro Yamabuchi sat up in a state of collapse and covered his face.

He looked around in his last hope, and then became even more desperate.

he……

What have you done?

No...begging for kisses and hugs...

"Ah..." Yamabuchi Kunihiro remorsefully wanted to cover his head with his little sheet, but he failed.

Then I remembered that the little quilt was taken by me.

He looked at his clothes again.

...Let's jump the knife to solve the pool.

I have no face to live.

#It's the wine that moves first. #

He blushed and put his clothes on, and jumped out of bed.He didn't forget the little quilt alone on the bedside table, he grabbed it all at once, and didn't even rush to put it on himself, so he opened the door and ran out in a hurry.

He... he needs silence!

Think about what you have done!

……

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who slipped away from the Daitengu under the pretext of [comparison], thought about it, and he happened to be fine, so he sharpened his sword and walked towards Yamato Shuan Ding's house.

He knocks on the door.

"Yamato Shou, come out and fight." The old man was confident.

Although California Qingguang was not drunk, he was a little dizzy after drinking such a big bowl.

"Go to sleep."

Yamato keeps the way of stability.

His blue eyes were full of tenderness.

Watching California Qingguang felt itchy.

"Yamato Mori, I want to paint my nails." The color on my hands has faded a lot.

He stretched out his hand.

Yamato Moran nodded, and took out the small bottle of red nail polish from the drawer for him very thoughtfully.

"Let me paint it for you, and go to bed after painting, okay?" Duan said with a gentle look.

California Qingguang nodded: "Okay~"

Except for the outburst when Yue Zongjin was knocked out yesterday on the third day, he has been awake all day.

He didn't suddenly push him to the ground and draw his knife.

Yamato was very relieved to keep his peace.

He took California Qingguang's hand over, carefully held his hand and painted it on him.

Very meticulous and very patient.

The picture of a good wife and a good mother is particularly strong.

California Qingguang looked very heartwarming, he smiled: "Looking at Yamato Shouyou like this, I feel like my little daughter-in-law." There was a little naughtiness in his tone.

The little daughter-in-law Yamato Shou'an took a look at him.

"Yes, yes, I am your little daughter-in-law."

You are what you say.

I am very happy to coax Qingguang in California.

"Really." His smile deepened, and the petals would burst when he was in a good mood.

Fly and fly.

"Really, really." Yamato Shou Anding finished painting his left hand, put his left hand on the table to dry, and painted another one.

"Yamato Mamoru, you didn't have such a good temper with me before." Even though you had a good temper before, like now, there is no such thing as saying that the little daughter-in-law is not angry at all.

In the past... even if you don't get angry, you will hit him...

I feel that the current Yamato is so gentle.

The swordsmen of Honmaru who have been harassed by Yamato Shou'an: What are you talking about?

Yamato Moran's hand paused.

The nail polish was accidentally applied.

He quickly wiped off the little bit with a paper towel.

He smiled at California Qingguang.

The eyes are crooked.

"Did you have a bad temper before?"

California Qingguang looked at the ceiling and thought for a while.

"Although it was good before, it's not as good as it is now... I feel like there is no bottom line." When did it start like this?

It was like this before I knew it.

Yamato Shou Anding let out a laugh, and continued to lower his head to concentrate on painting his nails.

"I'll be better for you in the future," he said.

That alone...is not enough.

I want to give you everything I can give you.

Because you are my most important person.

California Qingguang opened his eyes slightly: "...why do you keep saying such embarrassing things." Sour.

The arc of Yamato Morita's mouth rose.

"How come, this is all from my heart."

California Qingguang looked at him and said nothing.

I……

I want to be nicer to you too.

It would be hard to coax him to lie down and fall asleep, and Yamato Shou'an hadn't felt the life of [Time is Quiet] for a long time, when the door over there was knocked on with a bang.

Yamato Shouping: "..."

Fight?

He immediately raised his knife.

The movement is very gentle.

After a few steps, he opened the door, with a gloomy expression on his face, as if he wanted to get rid of this guy who disturbed his peaceful life.

"Want to fight?" fierce.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's originally high-spirited heart was extinguished by his eyes.

"...to learn from each other, to learn from each other."

Well, it's not a fight.

Yamato Shou'an chuckled.

He pointed to the martial arts arena.

"Walk."

You see I won't roll off a layer of your skin.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "Hey." Scared.

Yamato Morita got what he wanted and rolled Tsurumaru Kuninaga off a layer of skin.

Both were exhausted and out of breath.

During the period, California Qingguang came over for a while, and sat there watching the two fight, but did not leave.

It was getting dark now, so Sandao packed up and walked back.

"Hey, isn't that Yamabuchi?" Yamato Moran said calmly.

Suddenly we met.

I haven't seen him all afternoon.

California Kiyomitsu said hello to Yamabuki Kunihiro: "Hey~"

What made Dao puzzled was that Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro just let out a hum and ran past them in a hurry, like a gust of wind, he disappeared all of a sudden.

California Qingguang lowered his hand in greeting.

"Is there something urgent?"

He didn't even put his cloak on, and he ran over in a golden way.

I've never seen Yamabasaki running around the Honmaru without a cape, I've learned a lot today.

Yamato Mamoru shook his head: "Who knows..."

He inadvertently glanced at Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

Then Tsurumaru Kuninaga was taken aback.

"Wow... what's wrong with you?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was originally white, and his whole body was white. Now, for some reason, the white color turned gray.

It seemed that he had suffered a huge blow from a knife.

Tsurumaru Kunei lowered his eyes lifelessly.

"Yamato Mori... just now, the direction Yamabukiri ran towards... is the house of the God Judge?"

When he said this, the whole knife was full of frustration.

Mourning is not good.

Yamato Mamoru answered carefully, fearing that he would be even more frustrated if he accidentally said something wrong.

"……perhaps?"

He thought there was nothing wrong with that.

But Tsurumaru Kuninaga's mood seems to be even lower. What's going on?