As we all know, winding zero is a human being

According to the common sense that Zero knows, whether it is Master Tsujiya or Ghost Dance Tsuji Wuyou, he will not show so-called care and love to the people around him.

For Master Tsujiya, the continuation of the class system belonging to the Heian era made him not even look at people with the same status.

Zero himself couldn't tell what the young master's attitude towards him was after all.

It seems that he crossed that line first when he was widowed, subverted his own life values, and raised unrealistic expectations for his young master?

Forget it, let's not talk about this kind of thing, he still wants to face.

As for Onimai Tsuji, human beings are inexhaustible small breads in front of his eyes. Will anyone show this emotion to the bread on the dinner plate?

Of course, if you are a normal human being and discover this situation, please quickly pick up the communication device at hand and make a call. Early treatment and early recovery are more important.

And the reason why he created other ghosts is still unclear. Zero found that his young master didn't seem to have any habit of ruling humans, and he could mass-produce his subordinates to occupy this small land, and nothing happened yet.

Judging from the current situation, most of the existing ghosts are just useful tool ghosts for him. For tools, please refer to the previous article for the existence of care and love.

And he, who is not a baker at present, and can only get along with a tool man, has received this sudden love, and Zero also feels that he is a bit unbearable.

Although the familiar memory from the past still stays in the period when my young master was half a head shorter than him, but I really like to show people with a more mature face. Now standing in front of his young master, I just stare at those eyes and speculate about Oni Wu Tsuji's misfortune. Thoughts, he needs to look up frequently to do it.

He wondered if his young master was overconfident about his possible height.

How shameless, Master Tsujiya, he also wants this kind of ability——

"No misery, enough, enough—"

Zero's face was stained with a little blush, as if he was surprised and a little overwhelmed, a little hair from the corner of his forehead stuck to his face, and he didn't have time to fiddle with it.

Wuyou chuckled lightly, and this action actually made him feel more smokey: "Enough? I don't think it's enough."

Um?Is there anything wrong with their dialogue?

Those guys who want to be crooked should face the wall for him.

Walking from one end of this street to the other again, all the food that can be seen in front of him was bought by Onimai Tsuji, who had no need to eat.

The things in his hands are full, and he has to pay attention to the bag of candied fruit placed on the top not to fall off. All kinds of aromas are mixed together and surround him. Ling feels that he has no appetite at all.

Looking at the slender back of Onimai Tsuji Muchan, Zero had no choice but to sigh softly in a place where he could not see.

The premise of the so-called caring and caring is to sincerely want to be nice to someone, and being in the crowd, even the delicate and gentle mimicry can't cover up the coldness in his eyes.

Realizing that Wu Mi may really want to make up his mind to let him finish eating these things, Zero feels horrified that the seemingly past conversation between them is actually not over.

——After becoming a ghost, it seems that there is no such thing as appetite.

——But after becoming a ghost, he can no longer eat normal food!The prerequisites of the question are all passed directly, how can it be played? !

Wu Mi turned her head and looked at him, seeing that he was still standing there in a daze and did not follow, she just raised her eyebrows and said, "You can't even eat these, no wonder you are so weak."

Eh?Was that word used to describe him?

Zero blinked his eyes and thought for a while, except that he couldn't beat Enichi-sensei and Hyakkimaru, he was considered to be in the forefront of the entire Demon Slayer Team.

The Breath of the Sun is such an unreasonable thing, but he can't say that.

It's just that there seems to be something wrong with this sentence?

Is there any special connection between food size and strength?

Considering that Oni Wu Tsuji is currently the ancestor of Oni, Zero can easily associate these things together.

Hmm - it's not that he's exposing black history.

Mr. Tsujiya, you have a bird-like stomach in the Heian era, it seems that you are not qualified to talk about him, right?

It's just that I can't say that, so Zero had no choice but to smile helplessly at Guiwu Tsuji: "These two things have nothing to do with each other, there is only such a big space in the stomach, how could it all be stuffed."

His young master's eyes glanced at the outline outlined by his feathered waistband, which is not slender but shows a youthful and healthy figure. Zero is not so strict about his figure, but since he was still in the territory, he was particularly affected by various families. Judging from the marriage market that noble girls welcome, he still has something.

Wu Mi paused for a while and then did not continue this meaningless conversation.

It's just that his random shopping is still going on, and the increasingly dark night seems to be unable to stop the human nature to gather in the busy market.

As the sound of drumbeats from a distance became clearer, under the moonlight, the queue carrying the statues and witches moved forward slowly among the crowd.

Pure white and crimson are in the same place, and the distinction and boundaries are not very clear under the dim light.

Wrapped with dots of bright stone tires, it seems that they don't know why they are decorated so sacredly.

Onimai Tsuji, who is quite familiar with the rules of so-called human beings and blends himself into the crowd, has no intention of ending this journey yet.

The festival team passed through the streets, but unnecessary things always happened in the crowded and narrow alleyways when the team passed by.

A drunk man reeking of alcohol came out of the tavern, shoving and staggering. The smell of poor-quality wheat was stained with sweat. Relying on some strength and a mind paralyzed by alcohol, the man stared blankly as if he was about to crashed into them.

His body moved faster than his thoughts, and Zero took half a step sideways against the scabbard. He calmly watched as half of the thing he held in his arms was scattered, and the other half was immediately wrapped tightly under his arms.

——It can’t be too much, and this level of waste is only because he has no other way to do it!

The spilled food sauce soaked the drunk man's shoes and socks. After being paralyzed by alcohol, even the ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages seemed to disappear in that empty brain.

With a flick of his wrist, the knife made a slight clang, causing the reflection of the blade to stab the drunk man's eyes. The drunk man, who seemed to be finally sober, staggered and hurried away in the opposite direction. .

Cursing and cursing, at least I saved my life, brother!

Such a small stimulus thrown randomly like a dice has been seen not once or twice.

Although he didn't know why Guiwu Tsuji Wumi had never eaten in front of his eyes, but on a certain morning a few days ago, he seemed to let himself smell the faint smell of blood lingering on his body on purpose.

Extrapolated backwards, it seemed as if a billion points of unpleasant conflict had taken place before their very eyes in the night before that bleak morning.

At that time, Wu Mi didn't express how much he cared, but after thinking about how naive he was.

The trait of holding grudges was brought to the extreme by his Master Tsujiya.

Recording the things that he couldn't stop and didn't count on him in the small notebook, Zero had to add another weight to one end of a certain scale.

If it was still in that extraordinarily romantic and peaceful period, the matter of protecting his young master like this was what he had been wandering about for who knows how many years.

It was the young master Tsujiya at that time, who could kill half of his life even going out in a chariot.

The thought became a reality, and it was stained with something that made him helpless.

It's just that it's not too late now?Although he said it was also to prevent the drunk man from turning into a bread man, the scabbard he pushed out subconsciously was indeed somewhat for the person standing behind him, watching his every move with a smile.

Ah, no, let him be more precise with his words, it's that ghost.

"well done."

The muffled and deep voice did not know how real it was, as if a child running past held the bubbles blown out after being boiled and boiled with soap locust water.

The lamps hanging under the eaves shone through the wooden edges and the thin paper, easily crushing the colorful film into a blank.

After looking at what was left in his arms with plum red eyes, Wu Mi said slowly, "Let me spare you this time."

The eyes that can reflect the colorful bubbles, in the brightly lit eyes, appear to be his appearance, but also seem to be not.

Ah this.

Ling Shansan hugged the unspoiled food at hand tightly, and said firmly: "I will definitely finish the rest of this!"

But it was not necessary to hear a response, and Guiwu Tsuji Wumi finally stopped buying him anything in the next trip.

The festival is still going on.

People in the troubled times of the Warring States Period will always carry out certain beliefs in some places, and it is a way to get a moment of relief by putting aside the things that are not going well and committing to the gods.

His young master's view of this kind of existence is the same as before, and it is just a decoration that can embellish one or two in his long time.

Want to ask him?

After seeing Ghost Lantern, the hell assistant officer who is even more evil than evil ghosts, he is actually an evil ghost. Now he dare not even go into the shrine, for fear that any casual god will listen to his casual words. in the ears.

If it was a truly ruthless rule, he would not avoid it like this, but the 800 million gods in this land were born according to people's ideas.

They are created by man, they are worshiped by man, and they are the unification of all things, good or bad, that exist in man.

Following Wuyou Kiwu Tsuji, Zero stopped almost the moment Wuyou stopped.

Wu Mi's rare and very directional gaze was cast in one direction accurately, and he immediately looked in that direction as well.

It's just that Zero sighed helplessly while looking at the past. It seems that he sighed a bit too much this night.

Why did he feel that this night was so much longer than before?