Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

Most shops, especially those that are a little older, usually put up a sign at the door of the shop to attract customers.

Some of them are written with the words “Yakiniku Ramen” very straightforwardly, so that people can see it from dozens of meters away and know what is sold here; some are printed with unique patterns, showing a different temperament.

There is a similar existence at the entrance of Xueman's snack shop in Yuecheng.

But that's not a square stand, it's a large mascot in the shape of a naive panda.

And Xueman is gradually getting closer to this panda.

——So what was standing at the door that frightened Ah Jia into such a state.

Xueman, who had no premonition of crisis at all, walked forward in a daze. He could actually take a normal step, but the scorching eyes of Ah Jia from behind told him that if he came here carelessly, the kitten would be killed. I'm about to jump down and get in front of him.

There is no general with a cat cub with thick hind legs to protect himself, the picture is beautiful enough to think about.

"Who is there?"

Xueman pushed open the door, looked straight ahead and asked.

Standing in this position, he was finally able to feel that unusual breath, which was damp and cold mixed with despair and pain, just like the cold wind in winter, which made people's skin hurt.

Contrary to Zhuqing's emotional fluctuations caused by the death of her friend, this despair is more like having an entity.

"Is that you?"

An extremely gloomy voice came from Xueman's right. Unlike the mature voice, this person's stature can be described as short.

Xueman subconsciously traced the opponent's height with his hands, only to find that he had reached the position of his chest.

——Are you an elementary school student?

There was only one thought in his mind, and the eyes he cast on the other party were a little gentler.

Even if the kid doesn't look like an ordinary schoolboy, so what?He has even seen the god of death who dies wherever he goes, and Xueman is still afraid that he will fail.

"Are you mine, new master?"

The uninvited guest took a step forward, and the dagger that should have been hanging on his waist was pulled out by him at some point, and he put on a defensive posture with a horizontal grip: "I will not admit it... People like you are not qualified..."

His eyeballs are sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy, and even the soul in his body is also swaying.

On the one hand, there was the magic sound that wanted to attack, and on the other, the admonition not to hurt people at will reverberated. The consciousness on both sides pulled Yaken Toshiro's nerves, causing his facial expression to distort and split into two looks.

"Excuse me."

Xueman's voice was like the ringing of a bell, waking up Fu Sangshen who was in a daze: "Someone will come to buy bread soon, would you mind sitting in the lounge at the back for a while? I'll entertain you when I'm done."

"By the way, I've seen kids like you before."

He smiled and stretched out his hand, not caring about the sharp bony spur covering the back of his hand: "This knife is a controlled knife, and if you take it on the street casually, it will be confiscated by the police."

"……what?"

Yaken Toshiro stared blankly at the hand holding him.

This hand looks extraordinarily slender, but the slender joints of the fingers are obvious, the palm is warm and dry, and the temperature from the place where it is held seems to have magical power, dispelling the chaos in the mind in an instant.

"Can your bone spur be taken back?"

Under Cao Mojia's eyes as if he was facing an enemy, Xueman touched the thorn on the man's body: "If you don't take it back, you won't be allowed to sit on the sofa, you will poke the cushion."

——Is now the time to care about this issue? !

The villains of Kusama and Yaken Toshiro are crumbling in their hearts.

"Meow meow!" No matter how you look at this person, he looks suspicious!

He leaned on Xueman's shoulder, staring at him, focusing on this strange visitor. Although he was small, he looked quite reliable.

"Then please help me watch him."

Xueman picked up the fur from the back of Ajia's neck, lifted the kitten off his shoulders, and put it on the table.

Ah Jia, who was squatting on the small table, and Fu Sangshen, who was standing in the corner of the room, looked at each other.

"You two have to get along well."

Leaving such light words behind, Xueman pushed open the door and walked outside.

The wind chime rang, and customers came to the door. He couldn't let go of the dim sum shop's business.

The atmosphere in the lounge was rather stagnant.

The two people staring at each other—let’s describe it as people for now—neither of them approached each other first.

Yaken Toshiro didn't look very good, the power that eroded his sanity was clamoring in his body, and after getting away from Yukiman, he reappeared, encouraging Yaken to kill the cat in front of him first.

"Anyway, you killed more than one or two, didn't you?"

"You can kill even a god judge, how can you show mercy to a cat?"

The ironic voice was like a needle piercing Yaoken's soul.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists and refused to let go, the dagger in the sheath was shaking non-stop, as if he wanted to jump out and kill the cat.

"Meow?" Is this person crazy?

The grass clip moved back calmly, and its slender tail patted the table impatiently.

The clock on the wall told him that it had been an hour since Xueman left.After watching for an hour, Cao Mojia came to only one conclusion, that is, the person in front of him must have suffered from severe schizophrenia.

How else would he pull out the knife and put it back in, and repeat the process dozens of times?

And the look in his eyes is also entangled with killing intent and apology.

As for why Ah Jia can be sure that it is killing intent and not something else...

Please, this man has all his knives out, is he trying to peel an apple for me?

Sensing the danger of the strange visitor, the straw clip backed back again. He forgot that he had already reached the edge of the table, and when he stepped back, his hind legs missed the ground, and he fell to the carpet with a "squeak".

"..."

The house was exceptionally quiet.

Yaoyan: Is this cat a bit stupid?

Ah Jia: Calm down, it's just a fall, it doesn't hurt at all!

The kitten got up quickly, stroked the tail that was sore by him, and licked the tip of the tail aggrieved.

"Mimi..." Ah Jia shouted to the person opposite in frustration, "Mimi..."

Yaken Toshiro was unmoved.

Sorry, even if he has learned English, French and German under the training of the Government of Time, he still can't understand what the cat is saying.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late. There are a lot of customers who came to buy bread today, and it took a lot of time."

Xueman, who opened the door and came in, saw the decadent Ajia all over his body at a glance. He picked up the cub who was barking at him, and gently rubbed the other's tail: "Did you throw yourself?"

If the general saw that the kitten he rescued was so stupid, he would sigh old-fashionedly, and then put the kitten under his belly to comfort him for a while.

Burying her head in Xueman's arms, Ah Jia didn't want to admit that it was herself who acted like a baby just now.

After Xueman entered the room, Yaken Toshiro, who had been tense all the time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. His clenched hand unconsciously spread out, and his nails left four crescent-like wounds on the palm.

"As long as you don't hurt yourself."

Pointing to the chair opposite her, Xueman signaled him to just sit there: "If I'm not wrong, you are the gift Yuko gave me."

"Yes."

Putting his hands neatly on his knees, Yaken Toshiro looked solemn: "I'm sorry, I left the wooden box without your permission and appeared in front of you..."

If he could control himself, Yaoyan would never allow himself to follow the other party without authorization.

It is the biggest joke to put the word "criminal" on him who is loyal and loyal.

"Don't be so cautious."

Xueman waved his hand: "I said that I met a child similar to you before. It is not a lie. Maybe it is because of this that Yuko sent you to me."

"Then they—!"

Yao Yan was a little excited, but soon his face turned gray again.

Obviously, he thought something bad.

"If you don't mind, can you tell me about your business?"

Pushing the milk at hand over, Xueman added a little heavy material: "Those children kept talking about Brother Yaoyan and Brother Yaoyan before they fell into a coma. Maybe you are the one they have been thinking about?"

"……it's me."

Yaken Toshiro's eyes were fragile: "Did you save them? Great, it's great that they are fine..."

The past belonging to Yaken Toshiro is not complicated.

To put it simply, it is a story about a god-judging person who is full of anger. Under the predicament of not having a rare sword for many years, he vents his resentment on Fu Sangshen under his command, which leads to the story of the sword killing the master.

The fusangshen who were sent to this time and space to clean up the retrograde army scattered and fled after the death of the god judge.

Backlashed by the contract, they couldn't stop themselves from falling in the dark. Most of the swords gradually lost themselves in the darkness, until they were discovered by Xueman and sent them to be purified.

"In that case, Atobe-san and the others are going to be in trouble again recently."

Xueman sighed, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to some people: "Besides you, are there other people from Honmaru sent here? According to the information we have collected, there are at least three teams sent each time. branch."

"How do you know?"

Yaken Fujishiro was very puzzled: "We always hide in the dark every time, and leave after finishing the task..."

"It seems that your concealment work is not in place."

Putting away the phone, Xueman stretched out his right hand, raised his index finger and swiped downwards, drawing a long and narrow crack in the air.

He reached in and searched for a long time, and finally found what he wanted.

"At the cost of human connection, they have earned the right to remain in this world."

The box was opened, and lying inside were the brothers that Yaoyan cared most about.

"Do you want to sleep with them? Or, stay in my shop and help?"

Yao Yan held the knife in the box in his arms, unable to speak for a long time.

The author has something to say: Xueman, who has no extra money to hire employees, extends his claws to the innocent and pure Fu Sangshen.

Is this a distortion of human nature, or a moral depravity... Let us look forward to tomorrow's program "Abduction?"Or good intentions?Where will Fu Sangshen, who has nowhere to escape, go"!