[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

"elder brother!"

The protracted voice sounded far away, and the person who was talking with Muichiro seemed to have noticed it early, put on a gentle smile, and curved a pair of black eyes.

"Xin Zhu."

The black-haired boy rushed over excitedly and hugged him: "Brother!"

"No, you can't make a lot of noise in the Butterfly House. It makes others rest." Wu Yu poked Xin Zhu's cheek with a smile.

"Brother Wuichiro~" Xin Zhu smiled and bent his eyes, the black eyes were full of happiness.

"Well, I have been bothering Mr. Rinaki all this time." Wu Yu thanked with a smile.

"No, that kid Xinzhu is very obedient." The man wearing the tengu mask shook his head and gently rubbed Xinzhu's head: "Then I'll go to the lord first, be careful all the way.

Ichiro nodded: "It's almost time to go."

"Hmm! Let's go home!" Xin Zhu happily held Wu Yu's hand, and held Ichiro with the other hand: "Brother Wu Ichiro, follow!"

"En." Wuichiro nodded, and took Wuyu's hand a few steps forward.

After saying goodbye to everyone in Butterfly House, they set off on their way home...

There will be a place, there will be a warm home waiting for the tired traveler to return.

The further you go, the more familiar the scenery becomes.Engraved deep in my mind, important memories are gradually remembered and become clearer.

I was too familiar to walk on the familiar road. It was an old village. It was almost night when I arrived, and some people had already started cooking.

The footsteps gradually slowed down, and the breathing was involuntarily heavy.

I thought I could do it lightly, but in the end I still found myself in fear.

Seeing Wu Yu who stopped, several people also stopped together.

"What's wrong?" Ichiro asked.

"It's nothing." Wu Yu lowered his head, looked at his black team uniform, and forced a smile.

Wuichiro walked over in silence, took Wuyu's hand: "Let's go."

Wuyu raised his head and glanced at Xinsuke who was excitedly talking about dinner with Ichiro, and Ichiro with a few faint smiles, bent his eyes, and held Wuichiro's hand: "Let's go."

The further you go, the heavier your steps are, and you can already see the familiar house in the distance, but the steps are really heavy and you can't move.

The others were also considerate, they didn't rush, and moved slowly along with silence.

Obviously it only took a few minutes to get here from the entrance of the village, but it took a long time.

The black hair hangs down, covering the restless black eyes.Biting his lower lip and clenching his hands uncomfortably, he looked like a kid who didn't want to go home because he made a mistake.

Just a few steps away, just as Wu Yu took a deep breath and was about to step out, a woman holding a wooden tub and pulling her hair came out of the yard.

"Kang Dang!" The woman stared blankly at the few people not far away, her eyes widened and at the same time watery light gradually flooded: "Ha... Jiro?"

Suddenly, Wu Yu smiled as if relieved.Even if they have been separated for a long time, the family can still recognize it.After all, we -- are family.

"I'm back, Aunt Masako..."

The woman who rushed over hugged her tightly, and buried her face in that warm embrace while hugging back, tears flowed out involuntarily along with the choked up voice.

"Hajiro...is it Yujiro!" The trembling old woman threw away the crutch in her hand, and tears kept falling from her old eyes.

"Mother-in-law..." The black eyes were bent, trying to make a better expression, but it was especially funny when paired with the neither crying nor laughing expression.

Compared with Aunt Masako, she has become more mature, and her mother-in-law is also old.His hair was almost completely white, and the grandfather who was silently shaking his hands at the door was almost the same, already old.

Sorry...for making you guys worry.

And - I'm back.

There was no reason to ask, no blame, only gratitude and joy from the bottom of my heart.

The lights came on, and people gathered around the table, listening to the concerned inquiries from their family members, feeling in a trance for a moment.

It's more like a dream, beautiful and very real.

Hope, this dream - never, never wake up.

After the sadness of the long-lost reunion passed, there was joy. The black long-haired boy who was lazily leaning against the pillar in the corridor yawned, and then wiped the water from the corners of his eyes.

"Ujiro, go to bed and sleep." The woman muttered, her eyes could not hide her fondness and joy: "It's going to snow soon, it's cold outside."

"En." Wu Yu showed a bright smile and nodded, "Yes, Aunt Masako."

Seeing Xin Zhu who was trying to help his mother, Wu Yu suddenly felt like going back to the time when Xin Zhu couldn't walk, but tried to help "a waste of help".

"Xin Zhu has grown up too." Wu Yu sighed.

"Yeah." Ichiro nodded: "No Ichiro is still like a child."

"Che-brother is okay." Muichiro, who was sitting next to the stove, squinted his eyes and was drowsy at first, but when he heard these words, he instantly frowned.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Ichiro frowned, slapped Muichiro, his eyes beckoned Muichiro to be quiet.

Wuichiro glanced at Empress Wuyu, who was sitting next to the stove, and had fallen asleep with her eyes closed, pursed her lips, and nestled back.

In the past few days, Wuyu seemed to be trying to make up for it, so she didn't have a good rest.

The snow outside the window fell heavily unknowingly, and it was decorated one after another.Looking at the black-haired boy who was frowning and curled up slightly, the passing woman smiled gently, adding an extra layer of haori.

On the other side, the two sleeping staggered, and the two identical ones with their heads put together were also well covered with quilts.

The fire in the stove was increased, and the hot air warmed the couple who were close together.

"I don't know when the snow will stop." Xin Zhu said, lying on the window.

A few flakes of snow drifted in through the open window and were immediately melted by the heat inside.

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year." Masako rubbed Xin Zhu's hair with a smile: "Okay, close the window, or blow out the fire later. I'll get some snacks and sit down."

"Yeah." Shinsuke nodded, then closed the window and leaned against Ichiro.

Ichiro lifted the quilt and let Xinsuke sit in, then adjusted his posture and continued to nest.

"Well, the oni probably won't come out to act in such heavy snow." Muichiro narrowed his eyes and yawned.

"En." Wu Yu, who was reading a letter, nodded, and the crow in his arms showed a dark head.

"Tsk—" Wuichiro poked Wu's head in extreme displeasure, but was dodged.

"Ga—" Wu glanced at Muichiro proudly, and narrowed his bean-sized eyes in satisfaction.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing, you two." Wu Yu put down the letter, and stopped Wu Yilang with one hand.

"What did you say?" Wuichiro tilted Waitong and glanced at him.

"It's nothing. It's just some news from Zhihuo and the situation of Xuemi and the others." Wu Yu explained.

"How is Xuemi?" Xin Zhu asked immediately.

"It's okay, but for some reason, the ability has been weakened."

The self-healing ability has been greatly weakened, but the appetite has been controlled, and it has been dormant for the past few days.

"Let the two of them come over together, it's almost New Year's Eve, so it's more lively." Masako came over with snacks and hot tea.

"Aunt Masako..."

"It's okay, I also know something about it. It's Xuemi's child. There is another one I don't know, so I just got to know him."

Seeing Masako's smiling face, Wuyu also smiled: "Well, Xuemi and the others must be very happy."

"Maybe, after all, Aunt Masako was the one who fed Xuemi most of the time." Ichiro said after thinking for a while.

"Yeah, Xuemi and her mother have the best relationship!" Xin Zhu pouted slightly, and then laughed again: "But I also like Xuemi the most!"

"Is that so, Xuemi or Mom, which one do you like better?" Masako laughed and teased.

"Hey——" Xin Zhu's expression instantly became embarrassed, and he turned his eyes to look at Wu Yu: "I like my brother the most!"

"Pfft, is that so?" Everyone laughed lightly.

"Then Xinsuke doesn't like us." Ichiro raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, it's so hard to answer—" Xin Zhu frowned, looking embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, we also like Xin Zhu the most." Wu Yu explained.

The tea warmed in the small stove was gurgling and steaming, and before I knew it, the snow outside stopped.