Ya-kun's Honmaru is a bit weird

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"Ah la la, I didn't expect to meet the lord at such a time."

A clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded from the empty hot spring pool, interrupting the boy's about to complete action.

Imaken turned his head slowly, looking quietly at the boy with light orange short hair. The boy squinted his eyes with a soft smile, and looked at the people behind him through him. His sweet voice seemed to be soaked in honey. Listen to him.

"Wu Ji, you are really lucky."

As if awakened by the boy's soft voice, Asahina suddenly regained consciousness, and was distracted by the light orange-haired boy before noticing that he was too close to Imaiken.

The boy looked at him and rushed towards him as if he had discovered some new world, and said something that didn't match his quiet appearance.

Monoyoshi Sadamune pouted his lips, obviously his figure was much bigger than Naya Asahina, he still buried a pale orange head on the boy's neck, and stretched out his slender fingers to gently poke the boy's somewhat thin chest.

"My lord, it's too much. I haven't seen Wuji since I took over the expedition team that day, although the matter of Jinjian is really sad..."

The young man complained slightly, and vaguely glanced at Jin Jian who was frowning at the two of them, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with his mention of the original body.

——Hey, it turns out that this sword also cares about Hara.

Monoyoshi Sadamune squinted his eyes, and suddenly a bright and haze-free smile bloomed on his lips. He raised his head, interlaced his hands with Nami Asahina's seamlessly, and said mischievously, "But if If the lord is willing to help me wash my hair, I will barely forgive you."

As he spoke, he raised his index finger to his lips, and closed his eyes, which were light orange mixed with some gold, "It's because the lord has such a chance, huh?"

With his delicate and beautiful face, the young man acted like a baby to the judge very naturally, without feeling annoying at all.

I always feel a bit like Qingguang-san...

Naya Asahina moved the hand that was being held, and felt a slight movement in her heart.Everyone in Honmaru does things for him unilaterally. Except for Kiyomitsu-san, who occasionally asks him to paint his nails, no one has ever mentioned such a request to him.

The pale pink boy pursed his lips slightly, and looked at him with expectant eyes.

Wuji Zhenzong turned around with a smile and inadvertently saw Shen Mo put his hand on the faucet, as if he was about to turn it on, the smile on Imam's face was even brighter.

He took the initiative to put the god judge's hands on his head, and said with undisguised joy in his voice, "Then please, my lord~"

Asahina Nami gently brushed Mukichi Sadamune's silk-like short hair with hands covered in foam, and his unique sweet but soft juvenile voice was in his ears. matter.

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"Then, Yaoyan firmly arranged me and Cattail to clean up the stables. I worked so hard during that time."

"Is it tiring to tidy up the stables? Because the horses are disobedient?" Naomi Asahina asked doubtfully, not quite sure what happened to Naiban.

"No, the horse is very docile and obedient, the disobedient one is Cattail..."

"Cattail-san?"

"His sword is really good, he actually picks up horse manure and throws it at others!"

"..." Horse dung...

As if feeling the speechlessness of the people behind him, Wuji Zhenzong turned around angrily, "That's right! His sword is so strange!"

As he spoke, he wanted to open his eyes, but Asahina quickly reminded, "There are bubbles, don't open them!"

However, it was too late, the boy with light orange hair opened his eyes and screamed. Asahina Nami turned on the faucet to try to wash off the slippery hands, but after washing for a long time, there was still a slippery feeling in her hands.

Wu Ji put his face close to the faucet and tried to wash away the spicy feeling with clear water. The water flowed down the boy's forehead and through the drooping hair, and the ground was covered with floating foam.

Naomi Asahina watched him nervously rubbing his eyes with his hands, the corners of his eyes were red, and the hot feeling seemed to have not faded away.He stood up and was about to reach for the dry towels on the other clean table, but suddenly his feet slipped, and he leaned uncontrollably to one side.

"--what."

As if he had sensed something, the pale orange boy immediately straightened up, his eyes were still burning, but he couldn't care so much at this time, when he saw a figure about to hit the ground, he rushed out and threw himself Under Naya Asahi's body.

There was a loud, dull sound of ** touching the ground.

Asahina sat up dizzily, and after she regained her composure, she suddenly found Wuyoshi Zhenzong lying on the ground with a wry smile on her face.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Asahi Nami panicked and wanted to help him up, but unexpectedly, the animal hissed softly, and Asahi Nami immediately withdrew her hand, not daring to move him easily again.

"My lord! Are you okay?"

Because Imai was a little far away from the two of them, he ran over a step late at this time, and immediately squatted down and checked Asahinami's arm carefully.

"I'm fine... Monoyoshi-san..." Nami Asahina tried to withdraw her arm, but Imken was still inspecting it very forcefully, as if he didn't notice the sword on the ground.

"Imaken..." Asahinami couldn't withdraw his arm and gave up. He looked at Wuji with some concern.

After roughly checking that there was no sign of any injury on his body, Jin Jian slowly let go of his hand and turned to look at the sword on the ground. He supported Wu Ji's shoulder and looked at his back, where it was rubbed red. The movie is big, and the sound was so loud just now, it is estimated that it will be bruised and purple in the future.

The young man slightly lowered his strange eyes, was silent for a while, and said calmly, "It's nothing serious, I'll take him back to his room to rest for a while and he'll be fine."

Looking at the worried gaze cast by Asahina Naya, his body covered the large back of Mukyoshi Sadamune with a slight movement.

"My lord, I'll take him back to the room first. The floor is very slippery, so please pay attention to the floor." As Jinjian said, he pulled Wuji Zhenzong's arm and stood up. Standing firm, Jinjian carried him out.

The young man pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled helplessly, the hot feeling behind him made his face a little pale.

After the two swords returned to the changing room, Imakumo let go of Wuji Zhenzong, quickly dressed, and then leaned on a pillar on one side to watch him put on his clothes quietly.

Wuji Zhenzong looked calm, without the slightest embarrassment of being noticed.The boy with light orange hair hung down a pair of pale eyes, and carefully fastened the metal buttons on his chest. In the quiet room, there was only the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

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"Oh no."

The young man said suddenly, he raised his head, there was a slight smile on his lips, but there was no wave in those soft eyes.He stretched out a slender finger, and gently slid it across his lips, with a vague taste.

"This kind of thing is not allowed."

"It will make everyone angry."

The boy paused, and then said with a gloating smile, "Ah, maybe he's already angry."