[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

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The tea, which was still steaming and steaming, was contained in a small jade-colored cup, and the fresh green bud-colored liquid was rippling in the teacup, and with the final closing movement, a drop of tea was precarious, and finally fell.

With lowered eyebrows and eyes, the night outside is already dark, but the tea in the teapot has been warm for a long time.

The long white hair was pulled back slightly, soft and smooth, and it shone faintly under the light.

Outside, the person who has been hiding for a long time is still hesitating and not taking any action.

What happened today?

People from outside arrived at about the same time as before, but they didn't come in directly.Moreover, the movements were a bit unnatural, and there were several hesitant movements, and there were subtle voices.

Listening carefully, the white-haired woman took a sip of tea.

In the end, the window was still pushed open, as if it could be expected that the outsiders would hesitate at the end, and they gritted their teeth and reluctantly pushed the window open.

Just as Muichiro poked his head out, he met a pair of unwavering eyes and paused.

The movement that originally wanted to speak stopped when he met the hand that was hung around the neck and the face covered with gauze, and some bruised eye sockets, the original words swirled between the tongues, and swallowed again.

"what happened to your hand?"

Muichiro, who was a little embarrassed, scratched his head with the other hand that was still intact, and said falteringly, "It's nothing, I accidentally fell."

He blocked the curve of his lips with the raised teacup, his narrowed white pupils fell on the dodging expression, and he turned the page in silence.

Silent as always, but today's atmosphere is a little different from the past under the influence of the fidgeting black long-haired boy.

Muichiro was a little restless, wanted to say something but couldn't open his mouth, he forced himself into the image of scratching his head.

Seeing the young man's annoyed face, blushing from thinking about it, Ji Ji probably guessed something.But even if you guessed it, it's not suitable to speak.

Wuichiro hesitated for a long time, with a troubled expression on his face, finally sighed, and said dryly: "The moonlight is good tonight."

Ji Ji, who was stunned for a while, raised her eyebrows slightly after thinking about it: "There is no moon today."

Muichiro Ichijo, who wasn't paying attention, turned his face away.

"Is there anything you want to say?" In the end, Ji Ji couldn't stand it any longer, she put down her teacup and asked.

Looking directly into those eyes, Muichiro suddenly looked away, a little relieved, and smiled involuntarily: "No, it's nothing."

The atmosphere fell silent again, but it could be seen that the black-haired boy with his head down playing with the tassels on the mat was in a good mood.

Looking at the boy with hanging hands, gauze on his face, bruises on his face, as if he had been abused, his head was lowered, his lips were pursed and he was trying to restrain his smirk, Fang Ji had no choice but to turn his eyes away and shook his head.

"that……"

"What's wrong."

Muichiro raised his hand and touched the pinna, a little afraid to look directly, with a bit of shyness on his face: "Do you...do you have time in a few days?"

"Ah, this, it's just, it's just that there will be a lively event in a few days! I, I—" Muichiro stammered his explanation, his eyes dodging.

After thinking for a long time, Ji Ji nodded: "Yes."

Muichiro, who was finally relieved, showed a shallow smile, and then moved away embarrassingly from the eyes that had been watching him.

"Then, then I'll be leaving today." Muichiro said, ready to get up.But a certain person seemed to have forgotten that he was now a disabled person, and subconsciously wanted to use his hands to support him, but with a bang, he fell to the ground.

Fang Ji froze for a moment, she seemed to hear the sound of a toothache, and then the black-haired boy hissed and hurriedly got up.

"It's okay! I'm okay! I can do it!" Muichiro quickly got up and waved his hands, with an annoyed expression on his face, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his brother really didn't show mercy.

"That! I'll go first, go—"

"Boom-"

Muichiro patronized Muichiro, who said nothing had happened with a smirk on his face, backed away, and then bumped his head against the window behind him.

"Ow!"

The corners of his mouth twitched and were hidden behind his sleeves, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Sorry! I broke the window! I'll fix it next time, next time!" He apologized hastily, and finally didn't even look up, and flipped down in a hurry.

A soft laugh flashed by.

After the young man disappeared, the originally slightly softened expression became cold again, numb and empty.