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"...!"

It's a female voice.

He opened his eyes blankly.

"...?"

The sound was very vague, as if separated by a layer of water, it came from a distance, and poured into his ears indistinctly.

He is probably in some small and dark place, but it is very strange, it doesn't give him any uneasy feeling, the surrounding is exuding the unique light fragrance of wood, lingering in his breath, like a sweet and gentle dream.

His heart suddenly calmed down, although his subconscious mind told him that he shouldn't be here, it might be a dream, an illusion, or even a vicious means to make human beings lose their minds—but it doesn't matter.

He couldn't resist such a scene, but he was a little happy.

It must be a dream, right?It seemed like he hadn't had a dream for a long time.

Thinking of this, reason returned to his brain, allowing him to observe his surroundings more carefully.

Someone once said that if an animal looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and walks like a duck, then it is a duck.

By analogy, if a large wooden cabinet looks like a wardrobe, feels like a wardrobe, and smells like a wardrobe, then it is a wardrobe.

After judging where he is now with rigorous logical thinking, he pulled out a messy white coat from under his buttocks.

Well, now there is evidence.

His body shrank into a six-year-old doll, but he didn't feel anything wrong. A pair of fat hands with pits grabbed the door of the closet, and quietly pushed open a gap.

This is a five-stacked Japanese room with simple decoration. There are two sword rests against the wall, on which there are two swords with similar appearance. On the small tea table in the middle, there is still smoke from a teacup. The master Should have left soon.

"...!"

The female voice calling his name gradually faded away, and his heart moved, he crawled out of the cabinet, stuck it to the door, opened a crack with his little hand, trying to hear what name she was calling clearly.

That should be a very important thing, but he can't think of it now.

It's a pity that he still didn't hear her words clearly, as if separated by a layer of fog, he always missed the most crucial syllable.

"Yeah, you're here." He was a little frustrated when he didn't hear the name clearly, when another sweet and gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind him, making the child tremble with fright.

The light-blond Fu Sangshen crossed his arms and bent down to look at him with a smile. The coat on his shoulders was loosely hung, and the hanging sleeves just brushed against the child's cheeks. He smelled a very light fragrance.

"What should I do when I meet a child who is alone..." The young man with a beautiful and delicate face raised his chin slightly, and tapped his chin twice with his white fingertips, and his amber-gold cat eyes slowly narrowed , the light red lips curled up, and he noticed that the other party had a very sharp canine tooth, which was hidden behind his lips, "then grab it, I heard that children are the most fun toys in the world, if you give it to my brother Wan if……"

"Anijia! What are you talking about!" Another young man with mint green hair quickly turned around the corner of the corridor. He looked very similar to the person in front of him, but perhaps because of his temperament, he had a fierce look. Feel.

"You can't talk to children like this! Also, my name is Xiwan! It's easy to remember!" Complaining habitually to his brother, Xiwan squatted down and skillfully picked up the dumb kid After a few clicks, he changed into the most comfortable position for a child, "The Patriarch has been looking for you for a long time, don't you want to take medicine?"

Suddenly his feet left the ground, he was startled in a slow reaction, grabbed the young man's black sportswear jacket, then blinked twice, without speaking.

When Keimaru was not speaking, he looked not as gentle as Higashikiri, his eyes were sharp and straightforward, and his whole demeanor revealed a clear taste of swords, but when he spoke, that sense of integrity became completely different, delicate and gentle, A warm, soft and bullying feeling oozes from his bones.

"Young master?" Keimaru still stubbornly addressed the lord's only son in accordance with the custom of the Heian era.

Mustuki stretched out a hand and pinched the child's soft cheek, a slight blush immediately appeared on that overly fair face, and Fu Sangshen, who had a dark personality, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Brother Maru really has something to do." Patience, or is it special for children?"

Keimaru hugged the little master in his arms a little tighter helplessly, avoiding his brother's restless hand: "Speaking like this... it is clearly the elder brother who proposed to help the master find someone!"

Mustache said nonchalantly: "Oh, is that so? I can't remember."

Kagemaru resisted the twitching of the corner of his mouth, how long has passed, don't use such an excuse again, Anijia!I will never be scammed again!

It may be that the conversation between the two was too clear and audible. Imamu jumped down from the roof, turned half a circle on the spot to relieve the momentum, looked at the child in the arms of the knee with a pair of scarlet and translucent eyes, and smiled. Da Da: "Ah! I found you! Yaoyan said that today's medicine is not bitter. After drinking the medicine, we can go to Wanwu to play together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the short knife that came out came out from nowhere, and there were a few dead leaves on his bright red hair, as if he had crawled around in the grass and bushes. When he saw a group of people in front of him, Heaved a sigh of relief, and shouted loudly: "Firefly! I found it! It's here at Hikakiri-den!"

Hotaru dragged Akashi and ran over, and the Taidao who was pulled and bumped against the wall several times groaned/groaned in pain: "Hoaru...I can walk by myself..."

Yingwan's round green eyes rolled, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "You said the same thing last time! You ended up lying on the corridor and fell asleep. I was the one who dragged you back to the room!"

The short knife in a white coat followed behind them, holding a bowl of black concoction in his hand, the child held by Xiwan shivered reflexively, his head shrank, stuck into the socket of Xiwan's shoulder, and remained motionless.

"Oh! Don't be afraid! It's really not bitter!" Jin Jian raised his head and stretched out his hand to hold his hand, still looking cheerful and happy, "If you don't believe me, let Yaoyan take a sip and show you!"

Suddenly cheated by his colleagues, the black-haired and purple-eyed short knife froze while holding the medicine bowl, and calmly adjusted his glasses, his eyes quickly turned around the Fusangshen around him, accurately capturing Arriving at the right target: "If it were me,... maybe I still wouldn't believe it, why don't I let Kagemaruden have a drink?... I really believe Kinmaruden."

The key words are cut off from the words, leaving a ridiculous blank. People who are addicted to the dream can't find the dissonance, just like a real child, hesitantly talking about medicine research and knee pills. I looked back and forth.

Knee Maru's face turned blue, of course he never drank the medicine prepared by Yaoken. To be exact, apart from the two masters in this pill, only Crane Maru was "served" by his colleagues to feed the medicine. for the same reason.

He doesn't know how the medicine tastes, anyway, he still remembers the smile when Tsurumaru said "not bitter at all" to the young master, and promises that he will never forget it in his life.

Why can someone laugh like a time-traveling army!Even that kind of black air has been imitated!

Then, today, he was the one who was kicked out of the shelves.

Knee Maru made a face, looked at the eyes full of deep meaning under Yaoken's lens, and looked at the big black and innocent eyes of the little boy in his arms...

"No, no, no... I don't think I can do it..."

Genji's heavy treasure refused.

It's okay to drink medicine. For Fu Sangshen, suffering is not something unbearable, but to lie to the eyes of the young master... This kind of thing, even if it is for his own good, is really unreasonable Mouth!

Yaoken sighed, this kind of work, the conscientious people in this pill can't do it, and Xiwan is not the first one to refuse.In fact, in order for the little master to drink the medicine, almost all the gentle Fu Sangshen were forced to take a sip before saying that sentence to the little master.

But each person can only use this trick once, and people won't believe it the second time.

What's more amazing... just change to a new person!

Up to now, no one in this pill has been caught by Yaoken to coax people to drink medicine, only Genji and Sanjo's family, and most of the short swords.

Moreover, he still had to be on guard against the situation like the candlestick cutting the hall. He had already drunk the medicine, but he was silent to the little master!Silent!Then, defeated by the child's watery eyes, he just carried Yaoken's death ray without making a sound!

The occurrence of such a situation also made Yaoyan really dumbfounded, so he had to cross out the most beloved and softest characters in the list. Now it seems that the Knee Pill Hall may not work...

A hand wearing a black glove suddenly took the bowl from Yaoken's hand, the light blonde Fu Sangshen inspected the potion in the bowl, and showed an indescribable expression: "Hmm..."

"Anijia? Aren't you..." A little astonishment appeared on Kewan's face, but Mustache frowned, sniffed the bowl of medicine lightly, took a sip without changing expression, and pursed his lips when he was done , as if reminiscing about that smell, and finally commented calmly: "It's light."

That kind of tone is like saying that there is no salt in the stir-fry at noon today.

Even Yaoyan couldn't help but look at the bowl of medicine suspiciously, could it be that the medicine was missing?No way……

After Mustache finished speaking, he lowered his head again, seeing that he wanted to take a second sip, Kagemaru was taken aback: "Anijia?"

Speaking of which, doesn't his Anijia hate crying things?

Could it be... forgot?

It's not how Alzheimer's can forget such things!

Kagemaru quickly overturned his guess.

Yaoyan was also a little confused about the situation: "That's... the medicine."

Hearing his name, the child in Kagemaru's arms immediately raised his head, seeing that Hikiri wanted to continue drinking, he immediately stretched out his hand unhappily.

Probably this is a common problem of children. If someone else shows that they like something they don't like, they will immediately take it back. It's strange possessiveness.

In particular, Mustache is still Fu Sangshen whom he has always respected and kept at a distance. It's not that he doesn't like it, but he just... dare not get close.

I always feel that this smiling person is much scarier than the serious face of Kagemaru.

He stretched out his hand and looked at him with mustache raised eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of suffering?"

The black-haired kid was angrily kicking his legs in the arms of the knee ball and insisted on going down, when his feet stepped on the ground, he almost threw himself on the mustache leg, staring at the bowl in his hand with a serious face: "I want to drink! "

Drug Research: "..."

The child who got the spoils as he wished did not pause at all, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it, he gulped down half a bowl of medicine in one breath, his whole face wrinkled in pain.

But when he met Shangshuqie's regretful eyes, he immediately became energetic: "I won't give it to you in the future!"

Drug Research: "..."

Knee Maru: "..."

For the first time, they had doubts about the IQ of the lord's only son. Shouldn't this be a checkup...

Fu Sangshen with amber eyes tilted his head, and smiled innocently and innocently: "Oh, that's really bad—but take good care of yourself, that's what the owner keeps saying."

His words were a little out of order, and it was even more difficult for children to understand. Before he could speak again, the surrounding scenes began to fade, and the corridor collapsed and cracked towards the center, like a poor-quality canvas being torn off by someone. The small people in the scene disappeared one by one, and the child standing here looked around in panic, trying to reach out and grab the people around him.

Fu Sangshen with thin green hair had disappeared, and the three-strike sword that came to send disappeared silently. Jin Jian looked back at him, and the side face was still dripping with blood. At that time, he had already changed into the formation uniform, the arm armor was broken, and a section of his long silver hair was cut off by a sharp weapon.

"Hey, it's too bad that the future Patriarch saw this appearance." There was an indifferent smile in his sweet voice, he turned his head in panic, and the blond Fu Sangshen who bent down to smile at him just now stood a little far away He held a knife in one hand, the coat on his shoulders was gone, and there was a thin layer of blood on his hair.

He seemed to be being dragged forward to run, while Fu Sangshen stood where he was, his figure was getting smaller and smaller, but his voice was clear as before: "The Patriarch said, take good care of yourself."

That feeling of anxiety and pain rushed to his heart, his whole heart was beating and clamoring for him to go back, but the force that restrained him did not allow him to break free at all, he could only watch in the increasingly blurred vision. The voice of the shrinking figure in front of him was already a little inaudible, and the light red lips were opened, revealing a sharp canine tooth and a vague mouth shape.

"..."

The last voice suddenly became clear, reaching his ears from a distant place.

Jingujiquan woke up suddenly, and sat up straight from the sofa. The scene in the dream was fading away quickly. He couldn't remember what he dreamed just now. It might be something very important, a very important person...

But what did he dream of? !what exactly is it? !

The pain of being torn ran through his throat and chest, but he couldn't remember how.

The memory of the mist retreating like Xia Bing disappeared within a few seconds after he woke up. No matter how hard he dug, he couldn't find any traces. He sat blankly, facing Dazai who had just opened his eyes.

"...Are you dreaming?" Dazai asked him while keeping his lying down position with his head tilted.

Jingujiquan, who didn't remember any dream at all, opened his mouth. He didn't remember anything. He looked at him blankly, and then instinctively repeated a syllable: "... Bai."

Dazai blinked, "What?"

Jingujiquan looked back at him, his eyes were out of focus, the empty hole in his chest pierced through the sea breeze, and a tear fell unexpectedly from his dark eyes.

"I... don't know..." He opened his mouth in confusion, and it took almost all his strength to suppress the pain of curling up, "I don't know..."

white?Is that his name?Has anyone ever called him that?

But... why can't he remember?

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In this pill, Yaoyan, who was kneeling by the bed, lowered his head and kneaded his fingers for the judge, suddenly startled: "The general has responded!"