Those years when I was Mingzhu

In the end, thanks to Team Murata, I (and the system) were taken to a restaurant in Asakusa, penniless.

After finally filling my stomach, I took one of the wagashi served by the store, squinted my eyes and just looked at it contentedly, and held it in my hand to look at it under the good moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, the belly is so round tonight, hiccup.

Just at this moment, from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Murata, who was pretending to be drinking tea, and secretly looked at my little actions. Seeing that he was hesitant to speak and kept talking, as if he wanted to ask me something, I picked up a stick and dropped it. A strand of golden hair on the shoulder, calm and expressionless.

He was still staring at me without blinking his eyes, I laughed in my heart, he is really a guy who is not very good at hiding himself.

Holding one side of my face, I rolled my eyes and thought about it. After a while, I sat up and showed a smile that I thought I could grasp at the boy who was kind enough to feed me: "Murata-kun, what's the matter?" Want to ask me?"

He was slightly startled when he saw my smile, and then shifted his eyes to other places embarrassingly, and mechanically scratched his face with his fingers that suddenly became inflexible: "Actually, it's not important, I ..."

"Huh?" I still looked at him with a smile on my face, and continued to listen to him with an extremely patient posture.

Murata seemed to be even more fidgety under my gaze, and even the roots of his ears were obviously reddened.

Although I don't like to laugh much.Because I'm lazy, to what extent, I'm so lazy that even touching the muscles of my face is tiring.But my gay friend once told me that when I laughed, it was at the level that "even a man can be stunned immediately when he sees it".

And when he was surprised to find that every time I smiled, the aunt in the cafeteria would always dig up a big spoonful of vegetables for me and him who came with me, and the working girl in the coffee shop would always squeeze an extra three for him and me. After making ice cream cones, my fine-looking gay friend would pinch half of my face from time to time, half forcing and half coaxing me to practice smiling in the dormitory.

If things go on like this, even though I haven’t looked in the mirror for thousands of years, I have a deep understanding that I probably look good when I smile. As others have said, this will greatly add points to my temperament, and it will also help me when I do some tricky things. Will easily get love and help from others.So no matter how lazy or unwilling I am, in order to achieve a certain purpose of mine, I will always wear a smile as my weapon when talking with strangers, and smile first.

Not much nonsense, in short, under my little trick that is not considered high-end, Murata, who was stared at me with a smile and kept throwing sugar-coated cannonballs, was quickly defeated and said what he originally wanted to say.

"Mr. my wife! May I ask that you really seriously injured the ghost king by yourself!?" He asked in an uncontrollable excited voice, with the light of the Milky Way shining in his blingbling eyes.

When he said this, Murata, who was pecking at the wagashi, stared at me with eyes that see through everything, like a detective elementary school student.

me?"

I just wondered how Murata knew.He wasn't there at the time, and I wondered if the system said that the ghost king is ever-changing, so he wouldn't be able to recognize it?

The system from God’s perspective seems to have searched for data, and then answered for me at this time: it was Murata’s 鹿鹿 who separated from Murata, met by chance and communicated with Tanjiro who recognized Onimai Tsuji Mumi “by smell” Several times.After learning of Wu Mi's identity, it quietly followed Wu Mi from a distance, while making special contact with other crows, and conveyed the news.

And this kind of thing... I said in my heart.

"I didn't expect this crow to encounter the scene where you slashed the boss violently," the system concluded, with a slightly funny tone, "Anyway, I've never seen a bird face that can Showing such a funny expression, it seems that even the birds are scared by you, my kindness is still my kindness."

I thanked the system for its praise in my heart, and began to boast that it is a good system with good service and consideration for the host.

After a few more waves of business exchanges, the system told me again that at most, tonight, the entire senior management of the ghost killing team is afraid that they want to know about my glorious deeds of exploiting ghosts at night.

Stop it, I said, shivering in the cold wind.

I just cut a dish in a dream, and the BGM is still some kind of "postpartum care for sows". Is it necessary for such an ordinary thing to spread so far?

Accepting Murata's adoring and scorching gaze, I bit off the wagashi in my hand in distress, trying to escape the reality.

Just in the next second, I watched the glutinous rice dumpling with stuffing flowing out of my hand, and my face changed, and I fell limply on the dining table.

"...?"

"Mr. My Wife? Mr. My Wife! What's wrong with you, Mr. Wife!? Take heart!" The incident happened suddenly, and Murata who suddenly stood up next to his ear shouted a series of shocking sounds, which was so noisy...

Soon I felt that someone came and tried to push my body lightly, and there were many footsteps beside my ears, as if the proprietress rushed over.

Murata seemed to pick up the plate and questioned what was going on with the food. In the darkness of trance, the proprietress kept bowing and rubbing against the clothes and the voice of apologizing faintly came to her ears.

"This is the shop's homemade wine heart dumpling. It uses high-quality glutinous rice and homemade wine. There is absolutely no problem with the quality!"

In the chaos, I tried my best to move my fingers, with some overturned tea on my fingertips, and with my last residual consciousness, I slowly wrote down on the wooden table a powerful, powerful, penetrating, penetrating Hua. Chinese characters.

"That is to say..." In the picture that I couldn't see, Murata turned his face away hesitantly, and cast his eyes on me again, "My wife, is he... drunk?"

Then, he and the proprietress turned their heads together like brothers and sisters, and looked at the word "wine" written by me at the last moment on the table, with the same complicated expressions.

Later, I woke up amidst the laughter of the system.The laughter of an old man who was about to die at any time made me suspect that he had been laughing non-stop during the time I passed out.

It's just that I didn't have time to pay attention to him at the moment. When I opened my eyes again, I was horrified to find that there were nine colorful washers and blowers in front of me.There are men and women among them, tall and short, and there is even a beautiful sister with twin ponytails who looks like a child.They looked at me with pleasant faces, expressionless faces, fierce faces, or tears (?).

"Ah, you're awake?" The closest lady in a butterfly feather weave smiled and nodded at me, her thin lips parted slightly, "I heard that the ghost king who was seriously injured while sleepwalking, died again on the second day." When you were sleepwalking, you pulled out the sword of Murata swordsman and killed a boy who was wound up—is that you?"

I:……?

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