[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

"Is Muichiro not here?"

"Yes, Master Xia Zhu is still on the way to complete the task."

"Really, I'm in trouble." Aizawa Muha went to Muichiro's room with ease, and pushed open the door.

Instead of rushing back directly to Butterfly House, he chose to go to Xiazhu's mansion instead.

The snow is still falling, although it is much weaker.As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of white snow.Pieces of snowflakes fell with the breeze, and then merged into one piece.

A brazier has been lit in the mansion, and you can feel the warmth from the pavement when you walk in.The snow that fell on the clothes and hair was evaporated into water droplets by the hot air, carrying some moisture.

"It's troublesome."

After changing the clothes soaked in snow and handing them over to Yin, Aizawa Muha sat in the corridor wrapped in a thick cloak, next to a burning stove and hot tea.

Because of the design of the house, there is no snow blowing in under the corridor, and this direction is leeward, and there is no wind, and the stove will not be cold, not to mention that ghosts are not afraid of the cold.

Although it was daytime, it was still busy.

Because it was snowing, there was no sun.It is suitable for ghosts to come out to act, and the thick snow will hinder the action.

The long black hair has dried under the smoke of the fire, and the temperature of a cup of hot tea is still taken away by the cold hands.

Yin stepped forward to replace the tea without saying a word, and then retreated silently.

There is a passageway corridor separated by a wall, and the sound of people walking can be heard clearly.

"Ah, how is it?"

"Fortunately, the task is barely completed."

"Really, that's good. I don't know why, this winter is more difficult than previous winters."

"Yeah, the ghosts have been acting more and more crazy recently, and their movements are getting bigger and bigger. The ghost killing team I watched before may hide, but now they charge directly."

"I seem to be looking for something. There are many people... who can't see... next winter..."

The regretful conversation faded away, the ghost behind the wall froze for a moment, and then slowly revealed a bitter arc.

The teacup was gently put down, and pale hands caressed the cold feeling in his bosom.

The crystal-clear glass tube was taken out, and then opened under the long-term gaze of the different-colored pupils.

The liquid inside swayed for a while, and then slid into the open mouth with the angle of inclination.

Aizawa Muha wiped away the liquid that accidentally got on the corner of his mouth, then closed the glass tube and put it aside.

Aizawa Muha stretched out his hand to cover his chest, frowning slightly.

The cold liquid slides down the esophagus into the stomach, causing some slight discomfort, but other than that, there is no special feeling.

After hearing the movement at the door, Aizawa Muha stood up holding the small heater, and then staggered a step.

The expression on his face was a little confused, and after getting used to it a little, he continued to walk forward.

There was only a momentary dizziness and a slight sense of discomfort in my vision, but it got better after I got used to it.

"Muichiro."

The figure at the door turned around as soon as he heard it, and his slightly squinted light blue eyes widened: "Yu—"

Aizawa Muha smiled, put the stove in Muichiro's hand, then took a towel from Yin's hand to wipe off the water in Muichiro's hair, and stroked the snow that fell from his shoulders.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Muichiro shook his head: "Well—it's not hard..."

Aizawa Muha let out a laugh, and with his eyes signaled Yin to go down to prepare hot water and meals, then dragged Muichiro, who seemed to have suddenly lost power, to the room.

Patting Wuichiro's face leaning on his shoulder, he said softly: "Okay, go and wash up first, and be careful of catching a cold in such a cold day."

"Oh——" Muichiro rubbed against Aizawa Muha's neck deftly, then lazily stood up.

After taking a shower, Muichiro, whose hair was still a little damp, walked into the room, his light blue eyes scanned around, but he couldn't find the figure he wanted to see.Then Muichiro set his eyes on the slightly opened door, it was warm inside, a cold wind mixed with a few flakes of snow passed through the door, slightly dispelling some of the dryness brought by the stove.

Walking over and pushing open the door, he saw Muha Aizawa squatting in the yard.At this moment, the black-haired figure didn't pay attention to other things, and squatted in the yard concentrating on it.Her long black hair fell from her shoulders and lay on the snow-colored ground.

The snow has not stopped, so a layer of snow has accumulated in the yard.A row of footprints spread to the center of the yard, otherwise, it was a complete white.

Muichiro tilted his head and glanced, but he didn't see clearly what Aizawa Muha was doing, so he walked along the row of footprints in the yard.

The snow has almost stopped, only a few flakes drift down from time to time.Aizawa Muha, who had been squatting in the yard for an unknown amount of time, had accumulated a bit of white on his shoulders.

Wuichiro walked over, bent over and leaned forward, and then he saw a ball of snow in his pale palm.

Feeling the heat approaching behind him, Aizawa Muha looked up.

"Why don't you put on your clothes." Aizawa Muha said, stood up, and put on the heavy cloak for Muichiro.

"I'm not cold." Muichiro shook his head, looked at the persistence in the strange eyes, and didn't return it: "What are you doing?"

"Ah... snowman." Aizawa Muha, who squatted down again, raised the embryonic ball in his hand.

Muichiro blinked, then reached out and poked.

Then the two squatted in the snow like children, playing with the snow.In fact, it is not wrong to say that it is a child, after all, Muichiro is only 14 years old.

In the cold air, the hot air exhaled will condense into mist and rush towards the face.

Seeing Muichiro who was playing vigorously, with a blush on his face, Aizawa Muha showed a sly smile, then sneakily kneaded a small ball, and ran towards the opposite side.

Wuichiro, who was completely unprepared, suddenly felt a chill on his face, and he was stunned before he could react. After a series of clear laughter sounded, Wuichiro puffed up his cheeks slightly, and rubbed the dough.

Aizawa Muha stood up as early as Muichiro realized it, and distanced himself with a smile.

"Haha——" Aizawa Muha bent down to avoid the thrown snow, then grabbed a handful of snow, and began to knead his hands into a ball.

"Yu!" Muichiro narrowed his eyes and chased after him.

"Ah, well, whoever throws it counts...well." Aizawa Muha said with a smile, and then dodged sideways: "Huh, it's so dangerous——"

"Yu——" Wuichiro stretched his voice, and also evoked a smile: "Don't hide if you have the ability."

"Well, you'd be a fool if you didn't hide." Aizawa Muha said back while running, and then got into a car accident.

"puff--"

"Haha——" Wuichiro smiled and stretched out his index finger: "I didn't escape it."

Aizawa Muha also puffed his face, and then rushed over aggressively: "Ah, don't hide!"

"It's a fool not to hide!" Muichiro returned the sentence.

For some reason, Muichiro's aim is very good. (Throwing pebbles every day to exercise) This makes Aizawa Wuyu have no chance to fight back while dodging.

The snow in the courtyard seems to be lively amidst the running and laughter. I don’t know when it started, the sky revealed a clear sky, the sun shone down, and the snow stopped...