Those years when I was Mingzhu

After destroying a building, you dragged the knife, which was still emitting small lightning, and walked outside refreshed.

Behind you are a group of men and women who have turned into black faces with afro heads.

Just now, you used a strong current of [-] volts to electrify the entire sheep base almost upside down.

Those who had oppressed the original owner were all electrocuted and turned into a roasted whole lamb with a slight fragrance.

Of course, the current is controlled within the safe range of the human body (in anime).

After all, you are not a devil, so it is impossible to really electrocute people alive.

It is more than enough to make the electricity ugly.

After letting out a bad breath, you left the sheep organization alone before those people could react.

I guess there is still some time before Qi Mu finds you anyway, so you plan to take a stroll around here and buy some souvenirs.

Fortunately, after offering the tribute to the great god, you still kept some money.

When you were thinking this way, you fastened the beloved knife sheath that no longer leaked to your waist, and hummed a little song Youzai Youzai while passing by a small path.

Hmm...a trail.

trail...

road……

and many more!

What is that?

Saw something out of the corner of your eye, you had already walked several steps, but now you are going backwards and coming back.

You stopped, turned around, turned your head, and met the ancient blue eyes of a low dumpling.

a cub.

—an orange, dirty cub.

You blink.

History is always surprisingly similar, and you seem to have... picked up another cub.

No, why do you say "again"?

In short, let's squat down and have a chat.

"Chuya...you?"

You tilted your head, stared at the child who was about eight years old with an unusually familiar but immature face, and tried to call out the other person's name.

In response to you, only the orange-haired cub squatting in the corner slightly raised his face with a confused expression.

——He didn't seem to understand why he was here.

"hiss……"

You were in a mess for a second in the bleak wind of Leibo Street.

After thinking about it, I finally searched my whole body, and took out the last orange-flavored candy that Alice gave you as a souvenir when Mori Ogai said goodbye to you with a little kid, carefully probing on the edge of Chuya, It was handed over to the eyes of the child whose stomach was already rumbling.

……

In the end, you successfully exchanged a piece of fruit candy for the trust of Xiao Zhongye, and you carried the baby away from the slum with an upright expression.

So, Qi Mu who just went online: "...?"

He: "It's been a long time since we saw each other, how did you kill yourself?"

what.

Tucao is still as sharp as ever, you thought.

As expected of you, Saiki Ameng.

"I picked up this child."

As you spoke, you glanced at the little orange dumpling who was trying to eat while holding the rice spoon in an unskilled and awkward posture. His cheeks were filled to the brim and bulging like a little squirrel storing winter food. It was cool and white, and took a sip gracefully.

Xiaozhong is also panicked with hunger, and the posture of wanting to throw his head into the rice bowl and swallow it with butterflies makes you a little dumbfounded.

Qi Shen waited patiently for you to see that you had enough food in your childhood, and then investigated a more reliable local orphanage for you.

After you took Zhongya with you and paid a sum of money to entrust the child to the benevolent old dean there, then let Qi Mu teleport you to the next singularity.

As you leave, the pretty orange-haired kid keeps staring at you with those sparkling blue eyes.

When you were about to bid farewell and leave, you stretched out your little hands and grabbed Haori's back hem.

You turn your head and see that he hastily turned his head a little, and said "thank you" softly with some embarrassment.

You puffed your face and couldn't help laughing.

That demeanor and tone are exactly the same as when the noodle friend was shy a few years later.

Relying on your age being older than him, you reached out your hand and unceremoniously ruffled his soft hair, telling him to listen to adults.

Of course, don't be too obedient.

"Take care," you say.

Finally, I kneaded the dumpling and said goodbye to him.

What you don't know is that until your back becomes small and completely disappears at the downhill intersection in front of the orphanage, the pair of ancient blue eyes belonging to children are still looking for your direction.

The warm orange candy in the child's hand was never opened until the end.

The author has something to say: Shanyi——

Wave the haori, don't take away a cloud

later

Shanyi:?

How about a noodle friend as big as Hong Kong Hei?

Oh hoo, I went to Butei (.