[Comprehensive] eyeing

Ferry

What should I do after seeing Imaiken's past?Should hold his hand to comfort him and say that I will never abandon you?Should he start his mouth and say a bunch of heart-pounding words to make him let his guard down from now on?Should we take this opportunity to walk into his heart?

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I have read too many novels.

I'm as stupid as running to the child version of Kuroro and saying don't be afraid, my sister will take care of you and I will save you so you don't have to go back to the dark world.

This is not gentleness and kindness, this is arrogance.

It is hypocrisy to impose self-righteous kindness in spite of the pride of others. In the final analysis, it is an act born to satisfy one's own vanity and desire.

Just like some parents.

Speak the truth when you can.

Talk about ethics when it doesn't make sense.

In other words, I am doing it for your own good.

……Well.Suddenly thinking too much.

Now I resist the urge to speak inappropriately to Imamaki.

After a few seconds I found out...

I can't help it... ==

So is a lot of inner monologue above written in vain?Author, are you sure you are not trying to make up the word count?

I suddenly got the perspective of God and was deprived of perspective in the next second. I turned around a few times and decided to go for a walk outside to relieve the mental pressure brought by Imai's memory.

"In my Honmaru, useless guys can only be smashed."

Moreover, I will not ignore this voice.

It was my senior's voice.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada said that it was dangerous for me to walk around in Honmaru. I didn't understand it at the time, but I gradually understand it now.So I didn't have any extra thoughts, but went directly to the house.

Apart from my room, there are only three places I can directly find, the meeting room, the entry room, and the... cough cough cough kitchen.

It was gradually getting brighter.

After I made a round of income, I sat beside Yamabuki Kunihiro for a while.Not long after, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong knocked on the door and came in, bringing me breakfast.

"Where's the sword today?" I asked.

"Go back," he said.

"How does he look?" I continued.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong didn't answer, but put the food on the table, the sound of plates colliding with the wooden table was lonely and empty in the room.

The attitude is not very good.He has always been like this.

"Thank you." I said abruptly.

He looked at me lightly.

"After all, you reminded me of something," I said.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's appearance is very handsome, he seems to be the most suitable word to describe him in the sword.Short black hair with a touch of unruliness, eyepatch, handsome and cold facial features, when those golden eyes are full of obscurity, it really makes the heart beat faster, and it still feels quite trembling.

There was a playful smile and sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, "Are you serious? My lord."

"It's not serious." I stopped looking at him, but looked at Yamabuchi Kunihiro, "After all, you just said casually at the time, if I really died, you would be in trouble. If I thank you for this , then I would be too stupid."

"It's good that you know," he said.

"Actually, I don't understand why you guys are so hostile to me? Although the senior sister did something wrong, but..." After saying this, I lowered my eyes, "...Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

"Then what else do you want to say?" He refused to let go.

I didn't answer, and I can't answer now.

"...Who is the valet today?" I asked.

"Gukuu Toshiro," he said.

"...Call him here," I said.

"Obey, my lord." After Candlestick Qie Guangzhong finished speaking, he got up and prepared to leave.

"Guangzhong."

"Lord."

"Has Jinjian been smashed?" I asked.

"Broken." He replied flatly.

As if I had grasped something, I hesitated and asked, "How many times?"

He turned his back to me and said lightly, "It's too many to count."

After speaking, he pushed open the door directly.

"What about you?" I asked out loud.

He turned around, and I guessed that his golden eyes would release tenderness to someone, but at this moment, the tenderness lingering in the palm of his hand had been completely turned into cold ashes, and if he got up and chased, all he could embrace was decay.

"I am a Taidao, which is more precious."

He said this with a mocking tone.

I see a lot in his eyes.The fiery blood sprayed by the blade cut through the throat turned into a faint blood mist when it met the cold air, draining the bones of the victims and martyrs into bright colors.The light of the knife was reflected in his golden pupils, and his eyes flicked back and forth to me.

"So. It won't be broken."

There was a cold fire in his eyes.

"So, my lord, do you have any instructions?"

The sky outside was still gray-blue.

I heard myself say:

"I want your broken knife."