Directly smash or go through the process

"Hahaha, then give it a try, humans have a lot of delicious food."

"That's true. For example, good wine... Xiao Wu hasn't drunk a bar yet? Come, come, try..." Fu Sangshen, with long black hair and straight hair, had a peachy face and a body that was a head taller than Ah Zhao. Hugging over, he reached out and handed a glass of wine to Ah Zhao, "He's Jiro the beauty, please take care of me~"

Ah Zhao was as stiff as a rock, he had never been so close to anyone before, another person's body temperature came from his neck, it was so hot that it seemed to melt him.

help!Please, please let me go...

"Jiro-san, little Usang is going to be strangled to death by you, let him go!" As soon as the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada came out from the kitchen, he saw A Zhao's eyes begging for help, and hurriedly dissuaded him. People are not very reliable.

Jiro Tachi's elder brother Taro Tachi looked upright, stretched out his hand and tore his younger brother off Azhao, and apologized in a low voice.

"Well, why don't we hold a reception as a welcome party for newcomers! Yoshi! Have another drink!"

Ah Zhao glanced at the judge in bewilderment, this...was too enthusiastic!

The god judge, the god judge, was already used to this kind of scene, and there was no surprise at all. He just held his forehead helplessly, and asked Candlestick Che to take out more wine.

"Xiao Wudian, let's have fun with everyone!"

It's just drinking together...

Everyone thought that the new Dao was not good at drinking, and Ah Zhao also thought so. After all, he had never drank alcohol. The impression of alcohol was the strong smell of alcohol in the hospital, which was very pungent, but the taste of sweet wine was unexpected. fresh.

As a result, I never expected that in the end, Ah Zhao directly drank Jiro down.

Jiro was taken back by his elder brother, and the short knives were also brought back in the first phase. In the end, for some reason, Ah Zhao and Fu Sangshen, who was wrapped in a sheet, sat together.

"I am Yamabagiri Kunihiro. This sword was commissioned by Ashikaga Castle Lord Nagao Kencho. It is an imitation of Yamabagiri. However, I am not a counterfeit. It is Kunihiro's number one masterpiece...! You What kind of eyes are those... Do you care about me being a fake?" The blond hair was very dazzling as the sheets were slightly blown by the wind, after Xiang Gu Wuyan drank half a jar of wine, he suddenly said.

Ah Zhao didn't know what to say, and always felt that nothing was appropriate.

"...I don't have this memory, so I don't know what imitation is." He had no choice but to say this, as if he was also an imitation, so it was strange to say any comforting words, "Yamabuki Kunihiro...is Kunihiro It's the first masterpiece, it's really amazing!"

"I'm leaving...to a distant place..."

Fu Sangshen, the introverted and autistic masterpiece wrapped in a sheet, started to smoke from the top of his head, and then fell to the ground with a plop, falling asleep drunk.

A Zhao squatted down curiously, poked the face under the sheet, and then started to pull off the sheet that looked dirty but actually smelled of softener.

……

Finally, after tidying up the kitchen with Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, Ah Zhao, who was not at all drunk, followed his memory and returned to his room. Lying on the tatami, Ah Zhao thought about all the incredible things that happened throughout the day, some She smiled silly, smiled, but felt a little empty in her heart.

It seems that after the hustle and bustle is over, people are easily lost.

He sighed, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Is there something bothering you?" A smiling voice suddenly sounded, Azhao was startled, and put down his hands, only a blurry white shadow was seen in his blurred eyes.

"what--"

He was startled and exclaimed, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest, so intense that he was about to jump out.

"Yo, are you scared?"

"Still...do I still need to say it? In this case, no matter who it is, it will be frightened, okay?" Ah Zhao couldn't help but speak out what he was thinking.

"Hahahaha, it's okay, it's okay, life needs a little shock, if everything is predictable, the heart will die first..."

Ah Zhao: "..."

"I'm Tsurumaru Kuninaga, are you startled by such a sudden appearance?"

A Zhao dead fish eyes.

Maybe A Zhao's reaction was a bit funny, Fu Sangshen, who called himself Tsurumaru Kuninaga, took two steps closer and waved his hand in front of A Zhao: "Well, do you like such a surprise?"

"...I don't like it." A Zhao was very honest.

"Don't rest in the middle of the night, what are you sighing for? Could it be that you were not satisfied with the welcome meeting just now?"

"No..." Ah Zhao shook his head, "It's just that I don't have any memories of the past, and I don't know anyone. Maybe I'm not Xiaowu, but someone else..."

They only welcome Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu who is Fusangshen, but I don't know whether I am Ah Zhao or Xiao Wu.

"Why do you think like this, you are not the same as other little Ukes at all." Tsurumaru Kuninaga sat opposite Azhao, "'everything in the world, everyone, as long as they exist, it is reasonable... ...'Didn’t you say this yourself? Now you’re starting to struggle? Moreover, your experience is different from other Xiaowu’s. I think that each Tsurumaru Kuninaga is unique, and each So does Xiao Wu."

Ah Zhao didn't speak.

The moonlight outside the window was shining brightly, covering the sky and covering the sky, illuminating the room in silver.

He touched his pocket and suddenly found a candy.

The two shared the candy together, and Tsurumaru left, and Azhao didn't feel sleepy at all right now.

He closed his eyes, pulled out the panel, carefully studied its functions, and finally found that this...isn't it just a mobile phone?Except for the inability to make calls and an extra task system app, it is exactly the same as his phone...

Even the levels of the match-[-] mini-games inside are the same, and the memo contains the last words he left to his parents. He couldn't hold on at that time, and all his perseverance was vulnerable to life and death...

He deleted the words in it, opened the video software, and tried to connect to Wi-Fi.

"..."

Full grid.

As expected of the future, the mobile phone can be connected to Wi-Fi even if it is hidden in the brain.

This sentence is full of slots, but I don't know where to start.

After finding out that it was his mobile phone, Ah Zhao felt more at ease. Although he didn't know why the mobile phone went into his mind, it was good that he would not lose it this way.

As for the extra task system...

He searched around, but couldn't find any instructions, let alone an uninstall option.

Forget it, he gave up.

Anyway, this thing has always been there, and he will figure it out sooner or later.

The next day, Azhao was woken up by the little short knife from Yiqi's family. The whole knife was still in a trance. It was the first time in many years that he stayed up late, and his body was still able to hold on. But mentally, he was a little uncomfortable, so he woke up in the morning. stay.

"Xiao Wudian, I'm Maeda Toshiro, Brother Yiqi asked me to take care of you, did you rest well last night?" the chestnut-haired child asked sweetly, his expression full of concern.

Ah Zhao averted his eyes a little guilty.

"It's okay, thank you."

Take out the candy to coax the children, and then go to freshen up yourself.

He had just arrived, and it was his turn not to be involved in Honmaru's inner story or to go out, and the sun was shining in the morning. After breakfast, he sat in front of the porch and took care of the newcomer who was entrusted by his brother to take care of the newcomer. After Maeda cutie sent her away, she basked in the sun and fell asleep.

When Sanriyue and Yingmaru came over with tea drinking tools as usual, they found a person lying in a place where there should be no one.

"Oh, there is an extra vibration of the knife today."

"Today, the crowing of the saber warbler is also very crisp..."

Azhao slept in the dark, and almost vomited bubbles. He slept until almost noon, the sun was three poles high, and the temperature gradually rose. He sat up, and there were still marks on his face, and he looked a little dazed. .

"woke up?"

The gentle sound was like flowing from a clear spring stone, and the tinkling of bells made Ah Zhao wake up in an instant.

It was the one with the moon in his eyes yesterday... Uh, Fu Sangshen.

Maybe it's because Ah Zhao's eyes are too strange, Sankaiyue laughed: "I'm Sankaiyue Zongjin, well, as one of the five swords in the world, also known as the most beautiful sword, I was born at the end of the eleventh century, that is to say, It’s an old man, hahaha.”

A Zhao blinked, feeling that the overly good-looking Fu Sangshen in front of him seemed to have a strange style of painting.

"I'm Xiaowu... I don't remember anything else." He introduced, "I'm sorry to disturb your tea..."

The green-toned young man next to him was holding a teacup, and his oriole-green hair was very conspicuous.

"It's okay, Xiao Wudian slept very peacefully and didn't disturb us. As for memories...memories can still be created. It would be great if Dabao was here..."

"Speaking of which, Xiaowudian is also a sword built in the Heian era, and after counting it, it can be regarded as a grandfather..."

Just Twenty Azhao: "...Really?"

"Hey, don't you remember this?"

"Yeah." Ah Zhao nodded. To be honest, he only had a little memory about Xiaowudian, which was the bottomless deep sea, the feeling of water flowing through his body, and the pressure of the seabed, and then he was suddenly summoned. Things to do.

others……

Recklessly.

"Then get along well and cherish the present..." San Riyue pointedly said.

Ah Zhao glanced at him suspiciously, then nodded slightly.

Well, the tea is delicious.

In the end, Ah Zhao, who was obviously a young man, sat with two old knives for some reason, and drank tea all afternoon, until Horikawa Kunihiro, who was in charge of the kitchen today, came to invite someone to eat.

Putting down the teacup and turning off the movie in his mind, Ah Zhao felt that this kind of life seemed a bit too corrupt...

"Hahahaha, very good, very good, I found a new tea friend."

New tea friend Azhao: "..." I don't know what to say. This is probably the feeling of having too much to say. I always feel that Fu Sangshen have their own personalities.

Sure enough, his style of painting is really strange...