save the judge

"general?"

The red-haired dagger rubbed against Jingongjiquan's arms, and while the other was in a daze, he tried his best to stuff himself into his bed, and only after he lay down did he realize that the inquisitor was in a trance today Extra long.

Shinano suddenly called out, Jingu Jiquan blinked his eyes twice quickly, and finally recovered: "Ah... what?"

"What are you thinking about?" the son of Secret Treasure curled up his body slightly, holding Jingujiquan's cold hand in his arms to warm him, and asked curiously.

He just asked casually, who knew it would be okay if he didn't ask, but when he asked, he found something was wrong.

Jingongjiquan's eyes suddenly dodged, and he cleared his throat in embarrassment. His voice was still a little hoarse after the fever subsided, but he couldn't show the kind of energy he wanted, but he was still very guilty: "No... nothing... kid Don't ask about grown-ups."

He said to Shinano with a serious face.

Awataguchi's most coquettish dagger was stunned for a moment, wondering if he should remind the examiner that although he has the appearance of a child, he can definitely be called an "adult among adults" at the age of his life.

He was hesitating on this side, but there was a rattling sound from the screen door on the other side, and someone came in around the screen, and then lightly held Shinano's back collar with one hand, and held the dagger lightly like a cat. He took out Jingujiquan's quilt without hesitation.

"He is not a child anymore, Patriarch, according to human calculations, he should be a man in his prime when he is replaced by Fusangshen's age, so please don't be fooled by their appearance, and think about it for me. ."

The voice that descends from the sky is a bit sweet and gentle, and there is a low hoarse and cohesive sound when speaking, which sounds mellow and soft, with a slightly elongated tail sound, sexy and sweet, as if it is about to crush a handful of human bones .

——But this can't hide how hateful what he said!

Shinano was lifted from the arms of his favorite judge by the back of his collar. Since the general was still present, he couldn't twist his waist and kick the bastard's lower third, so he had to hug his arms like a swollen cat. Same sulking.

The visitor lifted Shinano out of the range of the bed and let go, regardless of whether the dagger was still half a meter off the ground, he swung it out directly. Of course, this level would not hurt the dagger who is good at jumping and dodging. Shinano flexibly stretched his body in mid-air After landing, he rolled half a circle to relieve his strength, and stared at the guy who still gave him a nasty smile with his eyes wide open.

Jingujiquan was a little helpless, so he had to raise his voice and warn: "Higakiri!"

When the silver-haired Fu Sangshen turned around again, the innocent and soft smile was restored on his face: "Yes, Patriarch?"

Shinano puffed his cheeks behind him and made a grimace.

Nonsence!Pack!You pretend again!

Who knew that there seemed to be eyes behind Hidekiri, and when he was halfway making a grimace, he suddenly turned his head and looked over. Shinano's hands were stiff in mid-air, and the two of them stared at each other for two seconds. Hidekiri smiled hypocritically, Shinano The corner of his mouth twitched.

Jingujiquan saw their interaction, didn't say much, but waved to Shinano: "The soup in the kitchen should be stewed, Yaoken said yesterday that the stew is kombu tofu miso soup, can you help me?" Shall I get a bowl?"

The red-haired dagger would never say no to the judge, he smiled and rubbed against Jingujiquan's hand twice, then curled his lips at him under the gloomy gaze of Hidekiri, and sneered gone.

Hearing the sound of the curtain door opening and closing, the smile on Jingongjiquan's face faded a little. He didn't look at the other person, but lowered his head, as if something suddenly appeared on the plain-colored quilt. A flower worth studying.

Mustache didn't speak, and if he was more patient, Fu Sangshen, who was once a swordsman, would never lose.

His gaze moved from the drooping hair of Jingujiquan to his pale cheeks, and then slowly fell to rest on the human's bluish-white fingers holding the quilt.

Sigh... Forget it, I knew early on that his ability to deal with emotional problems is far weaker than ordinary people, and if I persist in the confrontation, I will be the one to admit defeat anyway.

Hidekiri then cast his eyes on the same point as Jingujiquan, as if he wanted to draw some thin warmth from this pitiful similarity.

"Then, Patriarch, are you planning to never talk to me again?" Mustache always speaks slowly, and every syllable must be polished to be mellow before he is willing to pronounce it, and even a simple and ordinary sentence comes from his mouth Saying it all comes with a bit of inexplicable taste.

"From now on, pretend that you can't see me, you can't hear me—because I've fallen in the dark, so just take this opportunity to isolate me from them, and let this Honmaru get back on the right track?"

What he said was too much, Jingujiquan's face was pale at first, and then flushed with anger, he lowered his voice, trying not to misunderstand his attitude: "I didn't...how could you have such an idea? I never thought of you that way! I just, I just..."

The person who made him angry laughed instead, lifted the coat on his shoulders, sat down by the Jingu Temple spring, and pulled the quilt for him: "Hey, you are finally willing to talk to me."

Ever since Higakiri said that sentence that day, Jingujiquan has selectively become a disabled person. He pretends that he has not heard what Higakiri said, and he will avoid places where Higakiri is. It also seems to have discovered something wrong, and cleverly helped Jingujiquan block the chance to meet several times.

So counting on my fingers, they haven't seen each other for four days.

Even Keimaru, who was full of fireworks in the beginning, calmed down from his madness, and began to care for his elder brother with sympathy and pity.

——This line of sight has successfully made Higakiri more blackened, and it has become an evil force that is fed back to Keemaru. The specific manifestation is that there are more scenes of Keemaru crying when facing Anika.

But they can't go on like this.

Higakiri knows better than anyone else what Jingujiquan’s problem is. His youthful experience made it difficult for him to trust others. He can give friendship and family affection, but he cannot believe in love, because only this kind of emotion can reconcile with others. "Permanently" linked.

Friends can’t stay with you for the rest of your life, and neither can your loved ones. They will all leave one day. Jingujiquan looks at all the people around him almost pessimistically. He loves them sincerely, and at the same time, he also believes that they will inevitably leave. He, therefore, was prepared for this from the very beginning.

But "love" is different. Both parties in love will make a promise to accept each other wholeheartedly. For Jingu Jiquan, who is always on guard, it is even more difficult for him to accept than killing him.

And obviously, he himself was not aware of his own fault.

—Maybe he thought he was thinking of the other party?

For example, worrying about the lifespan of humans and Fusangshen.

Only refuse to listen to their true emotions.

Mustache thought secretly in his heart.

The anxiety and anger on Jingujiquan's face froze for a moment in embarrassment, and then he realized that his whole face was distorted: "Higakiri!"

Fu Sangshen, whose name was called out angrily, nodded happily: "Yeah, yeah, I'm here."

Jingongjiquan lost his temper by his routine, bit his lip to hold his breath, stretched out a hand, and squeezed his chin lightly and irresistibly: "Release."

Jingongjiquan involuntarily followed his force to loosen his teeth, and heard Fu Sangshen in front of him speak lightly, and seemed to have a faint smile: "You can't ignore me forever, just because I said truth."

Jingongjiquan's face flushed again, this time from embarrassment and anger: "What are you calling the truth! Okay, I didn't hear anything that day, so what should you do?"

Mustache had a good attitude and never repented: "But I don't intend to take it back, and if you haven't heard it, let me say it a hundred or a thousand times."

If it weren't for the fact that there was no suitable partner at hand, Jingongjiquan would be willing to pull out the weeping willows with his bare hands and drive the shameless Fu Sangshen in front of him into the tree pit to have intimate contact with Mother Earth a hundred times, a thousand times!

Mustache seemed completely unaware of how much psychological trauma he had caused the judge, and continued to tell the truth: "Actually, there are many other things I want to say, but it's a pity that you left without listening to it that day, why don't you make up for it today?" superior?"

His tone was so sincere that Jingujiquan wished he could faint on the spot.

Was it like this before Hikiri? !No!What kind of magical principle is the dark fall, that it can turn a good Fu Sangshen into the current state of talking yellow at every turn!What's more, he can actually say such words innocently with such a face that is more beautiful and weak than a girl!

Think about it, Hikari bent his clear and transparent cat/eyes, and said lightly, "I want to xx in your body" in a romantic tone...

—Wait, he actually used honorifics? !

Jingujiquan looked at Higakiri with a look of despair, Fu Sangshen leaned closer and chuckled twice: "Look, you will listen to me carefully only if you are frightened."

Jingujiquan recalled the behavior of avoiding Hikakiri these two days, and his confidence was a little lacking: "Will I not listen to you if you speak well? Well... If you want to say something, say it quickly, Shinano will be back soon."

Higakiri was noncommittal about Shinano's speed: "I didn't ask you to give an answer."

Jingujiquan's eyes lit up.

Hidekiri continued calmly: "Of course, I won't stay here brazenly after realizing that I have caused you trouble."

Jingujiquan frowned: "I didn't say you..."

"This is not a conclusion drawn by words." Higakiri straightened his back, did not look at Jingujiquan, but cast his gaze out of the window, and slowed down his speech, "I have indeed thought it through carefully, and you A few days of behavior also told me the answer."

There was something wrong with his words, Jingujiquan had a bad premonition in his heart, and this premonition reached its peak when he saw Higakiri stand up.

"My existence has indeed caused you trouble. Whether it is my current dark state or psychology, I have thought about it for a long time, and I can't restrain my mood—"

Fu Sangshen's figure was tall and elegant, and when he was standing, his calves were stretched so tight that it made people dazzled.

"So I decided to leave. I came here this time to bid farewell to you. If you didn't avoid me yesterday, you could have heard these words yesterday."

"Please don't worry, I will take good care of myself, and please take good care of yourself too. The next strike should be much easier than mine. Of course, if you want to treat him badly, I have no problem."

The silver-haired God of Fusang seems to be very happy to have dug a hole for the later generations, and has no intention of helping the peers at all.

Hearing his words, Jingu Jiquan straightened his body abruptly. Before he could speak, he rushed forward and grabbed Tokiri who was about to leave. Because of the angle problem, he only caught one of the other's trouser legs.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The interrogator who moved so violently that he lifted the entire quilt maintained a difficult posture, as if he would take off on the spot as soon as he let go of his mustache.

"What nonsense are you talking about! How can I ask you to go!"

The somewhat incoherent Jingujiquan trembled while holding his mustache-cut trouser legs: "Leave as soon as you say, do you think this is some kind of hotel!"

Hidden in the shadows, the corners of Mustache's mouth were slightly raised: "You don't want me to go? But I did cause you a lot of trouble."

Jingongjiquan was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say: "What's the trouble? Why didn't I know there was trouble? If you dare to leave today, I will break your leg!"

Faced with such a cruel speech, the corners of Mustache's mouth became more curved, and his tone still concealed a bit of helplessness: "You don't have to do this, I'm not afraid of wandering life, Fu Sangshen spends more than half of his life in It was spent in loneliness, from one master to another, during the long years, we have learned to reconcile with ourselves, you don't have to worry about me—"

"Who's worried about you!" Jingongjiquan cut off his words with a low voice, "You've long been used to having nothing to do with me!"

He had a cold face, the emotions in his black pupils were churning and he couldn't find a way out.

The room fell into a dead silence again.

After a long silence, Hidekiri sighed, bent down and gently pushed his hand away: "I'm leaving."

He took one step, one step, another step.

Finally, when he was only one step away from the door, he heard a very soft voice from the person behind him: "I just don't want to part with it."

Fu Sangshen, who had already touched the curtain door with his fingers, paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth, which was hidden under the hair, curled up, revealing a reserved and smug smile.