[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

Gui Kai came to pick them up in the same car sent by a certain purple-haired man that Yinshi rejected in every possible way.

Elizabeth sitting in the co-pilot—Songyang recognized it as the one that accompanied her to Cheung Chau, holding the words "Welcome Senior Songyang—" in her hand, and the word "sister" was taken by Gui She painted black with a brush and changed it to "daughter" at the back. Elizabeth, who was a little annoyed by this move, turned the wooden sign around and slapped the back of Gui's head.

Unsurprisingly, Yinshi's complexion was as black as the bottom of a pot. I don't know if it was because he was dissatisfied with the owner of the car, or because he was unwilling to hold the huge pennant framed in the glass frame.

Gui rubbing the back of his head, the first thing he saw was not the small short-haired version of Songyang brought by Songyang, but the pennant "Thanks to Mr. Sakata Gintoki from Tokyo Master House and other enthusiastic citizens for helping the xx police station arrest Defrauding religious gangs" can't help but praise sincerely.

"As expected of classmate Yinshi, you have already developed the business of Wanshiwu to other cities!"

"This thing has a useless thing! I didn't even give Ayin a dime as a thank-you fee. It's even more stingy than the tax thieves in Tokyo, damn it!"

Yinshi complained to Gui, and didn't intend to explain the ins and outs of the matter to Gui in too much detail.

After all, the goal is achieved, and the painstaking efforts in the process are not worth repeating. In the end, it is just a way to get rid of a gang organization that used the dragon □□ righteousness to collect ill-gotten gains, even though the so-called true god in their hands is indeed It is a genuine Dragon's Den product.

The big boss who once clamored to destroy the world suddenly shrunk down to a calf-high child. Yinshi couldn't tell whether this immature face looked more like Xu or Songyang, and Yinshi knew it when he was rational. The two of them are essentially the same person, and it is difficult to face this emotionally for a moment.

He watched with mixed emotions that this small version of the virtual station was being manipulated like a puppet by the nonsense preacher—in fact, the leader of the Tianyuan Sect. An unreasonable sense of irritability surged in his blood, which inexplicably made him His chest felt tight.

...want to punch someone.

Against his will, Yinshi attributed this anger to his simple displeasure with this magical face.

He really couldn't understand what the leader was talking about, and he also felt that the scene of the large group of dark congregants around him shouting in unison with excited faces, "Ask for the gift of the true God." people laugh.

The kid standing on the stage was the devil who almost blew up the earth a year ago!You bored men and women are lucky enough to be able to sit here and pass your time without incident!

Having said that, Yinshi has not figured out the purpose of this Tianyuan Sect so far, nor can he be sure whether the trumpet on the stage can be regarded as a real virtual.

This girl who looks like Songyang when she was a child doesn't even seem to be able to speak. Since she appeared on the stage, she has stared blankly at the dark place in front of her with her empty red eyes, let alone destroying the world. , it seems that not even a single bit of memory is left, and the whole state is formatted, as if he was abducted by the leader with a problematic mind.

Seriously, what on earth are these people trying to do to a kid who is no taller than Ah Yin's knees?

He saw the leader touch a knife from behind, and a bad premonition faintly appeared in his heart, and when the leader turned his eyes to Songyang, who was blocked behind him intentionally or unintentionally, the uneasiness surged out violently.

"Since you have a predestined relationship with the Dragon God, it's up to you to communicate with the Dragon God, and ask her to donate the immortal blood that can eliminate all diseases to bless the congregation!"

How does this guy know—hey, hey, Ayin, right? ?Is this pervert going to attack a child? ?

Yinshi was so startled by these words that he reflexively touched the wooden knife at his waist. As soon as his hand touched the scabbard, Songyang held it down from behind.

Yin Shi was only stunned for a second, then silently withdrew his hand.

He clearly sensed that this person was angry.

When Songyang came out from behind him, Oban on the other side naturally wanted to stop him, Songyang turned his face slightly towards Oban and shook his head very lightly, so Yinshi saw her tightly pursed lips at a glance.

There was a rare lack of a smile on Songyang's face.

She walked up to the girl, bent down, and looked at the girl quietly for a few seconds, as if confirming something, she suddenly reached out and hugged her, then turned to a group of dark congregants, with a smile on her lips For the first time, there was no temperature at all.

"This child... I will take it away."

A chaotic melee was inevitable.

The congregants were just nearby villagers who were tricked into coming here. Fortunately, they hadn't really been contaminated with dragon blood. Yinshi found that he couldn't understand the reasoning with them, so he simply and roughly knocked them all out.

This day, the leader of Tianyuanjiao has more than a dozen ninja-like helpers hidden under his hands, but they are not enough to look at in front of the two major disciples of the Matsushita private school. On the contrary, the leader wanted to take advantage of the chaos and run away, but Song Yang reached out and grabbed his collar and lifted him up after he ran a few steps.

"I have a question for you."

Songyang's tone was as gentle and gentle as ever, and his smile was still like a warm spring breeze, but before the smile reached his eyes, it turned cold.

"Why do you lie to everyone that the blood of immortality can cure all diseases?"

The girl she held in her hand lowered her head, with a calm and ignorant expression, as if she didn't know that the so-called "Dragon God" was referring to herself, nor did she know how she was almost treated.

The leader tried to break free from Songyang's grasp, his face was blue and red, and his tone could be called exasperated.

"I'm not lying! Of course the immortal blood of the Dragon God can cure all diseases! According to the legend, the human form born from the dragon's lair - this girl is definitely the real Dragon God who descended into the world! That's right!"

Hearing him mention Xu, Yinshi was still a little flustered, holding the wooden knife in his hand, thinking of a way to clear the opponent's mind.

Although this guy looks like a lunatic at first glance, it's hard to imagine how he can deceive these believers.

"You stupid--stupid--earthlings--"

Oh, he is a heavenly man.

Yinshi has always had zero favorability towards heaven and man who are doing things on earth, he really wants to beat him up, and when he is done, he will wait for Songyang to finish his questioning, and then find a good place to attack this guy preparation.

It doesn't matter if that kid is a big devil or not, Ah Yin is not allowed to attack a guy with a Songyang face!Blow you up, bastard!

"Inferior—Earthlings—you don't deserve the gift of the Dragon God—"

Hey, hey, it's even more excessive if it rises to racial attacks!And what kind of gift is that, do you just want to become a breathing rotten meat like the Heavenly Daoists?

Yinshi carried the wooden knife on his shoulder, almost unable to hold back the urge to beat him up at any time, Songyang turned his head and glanced at him lightly, and spoke softly.

"Gintoki put the knife away, so does Oboro, and leave the rest to the police."

"Ah, do you want to call the police? Ah Yin is a little suspicious whether it will work or not—"

Do you really not need to beat this guy up to vent your anger?To have such cruel intentions...

But Songyang's attitude was very clear, Yinshi did not force her, sighed and went to find a nearby public phone booth.

The leader who was caught was still yelling tenaciously, repeating "stupid earthlings" and "not worthy of having a dragon god" over and over again. Yinshi finished calling the police, but he still had no intention of stopping.

Unbearably disturbed, he found a hemp rope and came over, tied him up three times and twice, and stuffed a rag he picked up at random into the guy's mouth, and his ears were finally clean again.

Well done, big brother!For the first time, Ah Yin sincerely thank you!

Yin Shi breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.As soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Songyang trying to talk to Trumpet Xu.

"do you remember me?"

When she asked this question, the girl would just stare at her stupidly, neither shaking her head nor nodding, maybe she didn't even understand the language, let alone communicate normally.

The Celestial Leader, who was made into rice dumplings, turned to attack them with ferocious eyes, Yinshi couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and moved to Songyang's side to try to get a chance to vent his anger.

"By the way... is it really okay?"

"Silver time?"

"Well, Ah Yin is worried that that pile of burnable garbage over there knows too many things that he shouldn't know, so it's better to let Ah Yin beat him until he loses his memory—"

"Don't worry, no one will believe this kind of nonsense anymore, after all, this child will stay by my side safe and sound in the future."

Songyang didn't look at Yinshi.

Her green eyes and the girl's red eyes looked at each other, and the two of them squatted opposite each other, like the past and future of the same person, but they were truly in the same time and space.

Yinshi didn't know why he felt sour all of a sudden, it took him a while to suppress the sour and bitter taste in his throat, and he responded dryly, not daring to look at the scene in front of him again.

That's it, he thought.

In the story, the demon king who destroyed the world did indeed choose to stop at the last moment, and the grievances between life and death also became a thing of the past.

And the world that this child will step into in the future should have been given to her by human hands as early as 1000 years ago, and now only she herself can bring her another brand new destiny.

—No need to carry the shackles of the past.

"That's what happened. In short, the people have been brought out, and the scumbags have been handed over to the local stingy tax thieves. Now it's time to go home and sleep, it's over."

Yin Shi, who was forcibly dragged to the co-pilot, omitted the process to the cause and effect in a few words. Exclaimed, while wiping non-existent tears in a decent manner.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L L L L L L L L t t t h e t h i s t h i s t h i t h i t h i s t h i t h i s t h e r

The girl who looked like Songyang was carved out of the same mold and sat obediently in Songyang's arms. The short hair with Qi Er was also the same hair color as Songyang, only the pupils were bright red, as clear as rubies without impurities.

Even though Songyang, who was holding her, showed a dumbfounding expression for Gui's almost funny words, the child was silently looking ahead, and the gaze that fell on Gui's face was not so much calm as it was empty, as if Nothing remained of the soul contained in this small body after being washed by the dragon's veins.

Gui Hou realized something was wrong belatedly.

"She... has no memory..."

Could it be that the virtual personality is already——

Songyang gently stroked the girl's short light-colored hair with his palm.She neither nodded nor shook her head, presumably unwilling to talk about it.

Gui stopped asking any more questions, and adjusted his relaxed attitude to chat with Songyang about his recent situation.He talked about how he had finally passed the election, murmured a few words about his resentment towards the Shinsengumi, and noticed that Oboro, who was sitting next to Song Yang, hadn't said a word since getting in the car, and his expression was a little tired .

Songyang seemed to have noticed this too, and was looking worriedly at Ou, gently persuading him to take a rest.

"If you're not feeling well, how about leaning on me and sleeping for a while?"

The gray-haired man was slightly distracted.He came back to his senses and responded obediently, slowly relaxing his stiff back, carefully leaning on Songyang's shoulder and closing his eyes.

The scorching heat flowed from his teacher's soft body into his churning blood vessels through the thin fabric, and then flowed into his dying heart. His thirst for life was once again unstoppable burned up.

Lifeless blood flows in the veins that cannot be warmed, and it will dry up at some point.

The inside of his body is on the verge of corruption, and he doesn't know when he will face the inevitable end, and then he will never be able to touch the god he loves.

——He had persistently believed that this highly poisonous undead blood was the only link that could connect him with his teacher.

Now this bond has lost its meaning, but it always reminds him that this body's time is numbered.

The voice echoed in my mind over and over again, and the pain was so clear that it could not be ignored or retreated.

Mingming believed that if he could shed the last trace of blood in this body for his teacher, he would be able to obtain forgiveness and salvation. He obviously never thought that the gods would choose to save him to this point, so that he could still have everything he has now.

Knowing that his teacher never abandoned him, he can still get the companionship and tenderness that his teacher gave him day and night, the trust that he was relied on wholeheartedly, and the unreserved tolerance.

—Obviously this is enough.

During this journey, he watched a silver-haired man with his thoughts written on his face swagger around his teacher, tentatively crossing the hurdle that seemed to be nothing, every time he wanted to stop it, but finally Suppressed and did nothing.

This body doesn't know when it will completely collapse, and in the days when he can still enjoy these happiness, he has gained too much, and he should be satisfied.

He is destined not to ask for more, so he should put his love into the dead blood, like his unshakable fate, and be buried in the grave together on the day he stops breathing.

— Humans are born greedy creatures.

But he has already lost the qualification to go on, and he shouldn't expect such an unrealistic possibility——

"Speaking of which, that guy Takasugi wants me to bring something to the teacher, wait, let me think about it, what is it..."

Gui has always been obsessed with teasing the girl sitting on Songyang's lap, and almost lost the news from the messenger of the Ghost Soldier Division. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the hazy and pale face leaning on Songyang's shoulder. It was only then that he remembered the incident that had something to do with his senior brother.

"...What is it? Did the teacher ask Takasugi to do something?"

Songyang was stunned for a second, obviously guessing something, and his smile revealed some eager anticipation.

"Jin helped him... did he find a way..."

"Oh hehehe! I remembered!"

Gui Xing happily slapped the cushion violently, waking up Yin Shi who was drowsy and about to fall asleep, and also attracted Oboo's attention.

"That's what happened! Takasugi said that he found a way to replace the undead blood."

The author has something to say: After this journey, you can join the emotional line (cry, don’t let him get entangled, I think he will really stop...

Which one is Xuxu~