Extraordinary Shura field of special magic equipment

Shen Dumin has been searching for history about thousands of years ago.

He even posted it on Akashi every day. After all, Akashi's family has a great career, and he has a brain that is too smart to be human. If you have academic problems, you can definitely find him.

Akashi helplessly let Kami Watanabe stick to his back, with his head resting on his shoulder, the black hair was obviously much softer than it looked, rubbing against his cheeks was a little itchy.

This is also the only person in the entire university who dares to get so close to him.

The others were too scared by his temperament to approach him.

Only he, defying life and death, stuck to Akashi's side with difficulty carrying an unknown number of tons of coercion.

The first of the top ten daring figures on campus.

What Akashi is most upset about him is actually that Kantomin is taller than him.

So this posture of bowing his head and bending his waist comforted him from a weird angle.

Kantomin: Well, they all play basketball. Akashi has a good figure, and there is a faint fragrance. Is it shampoo?

He lowered his head and sniffed, which made Akashiyu laugh and helpless.

Akashi: "The things you said don't seem like real history."

"Really, it must be that my information check is not in place, next time I can go to the library of Akashi's house to have a look." It's not that Shen Dumin has never been to Akashi's house, and his shocked expression when he went there for the first time The richest man is actually by my side.

"Okay." Akashi agreed nonchalantly.

Shen Dumin promised: "Captain, don't worry, I will definitely train hard to get into the main election and repay the captain's kindness."

Akashi was about to be laughed at by him, wishing he could pick up the scissors and give him a Mediterranean shave.

"Only the weak talk big." His tone was cold.

"So ruthless, Akashi, Akashi was still gentle and gentle when he was in junior high school, could it be that Akashi was finally oppressed and went crazy?"

Before Shendumin could finish his sentence, he received a murderous eye knife from Akashi.

He was sure that if it wasn't him who said this now, the corpse would be completely cold.

As expected of the captain who made such a second speech.

He leaned into Akashi's ear and whispered, acting like a baby and begging for mercy is easy to do: "I'm just kidding... By the way, this afternoon is a self-study class, Akashi must help me with my lessons, I am not as shrewd as Akashi. "

"If only Akashi could lend me his head during the exam." He said with a smile, as if nothing happened just now.

Regarding Akashi's change, he actually blamed himself a bit. If he hadn't gone out in the third year of his country, then at least Akashi would not be what he is now.

It seems that he still has to figure out what happened to Akashi.

At least he didn't want Akashi to always look like he was going to crush himself.

"Study hard." Akashi couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to rub the hair that was close to his cheeks. It was as soft as imagined, and even his smile was so soft that it was obviously dazzling on the court. Glowing appearance.

Every time he saw the opponent play, he felt that a certain part of his heart was touched.

He wants to get him, wants him to be his general, to be his general, to allow him to follow by his side and fight with him.

however……

Although the young man has some evil tastes and small thoughts, he is too soft, his mind is not firm enough, and his strength is not strong enough to support his overly flamboyant and flattering skills.

Obviously very strong, obviously very dazzling, but they don't know it, and they have nothing to pursue.

Akashi hated this kind of mentality very much, but he also held the idea that he would be able to tame the other party.

He will see that moment, see him take up the weapon, put on the armor, and look like he is invincible on the court. At that time, he will pass the ball to him with his own hands, and there will be a greater sense of satisfaction.

"Don't worry, I'm definitely the second in the school this time, just a few days of sick leave, not to mention, there is Akashi."

The brows and corners of the black-haired boy's eyes were full of smiles, the sharpness of the boy couldn't cover up the softness of his own face.

……

Kantomin received a letter from Yokohama.

He almost jumped up, it was Oda Sakunosuke's reply.

For this pen pal, Shen Dumin gave an evaluation of a future capable novelist with superb writing.

Moreover, he is an existence who is not afraid of difficult life and works hard. He is simply a role model for my generation.

The content of Oda Sakunosuke's writing is very short. He mentioned a killer, a teacher, a condition, a meal of curry, and finally wrote:

[I have heard a word.

"Man lives to redeem himself, and when he faces death, he will understand"]

Shen Dumin closed the letter and carefully put the letter back into the drawer, which was full of letters from this pen pal.

He vaguely guessed that the other party should not be doing a serious job, but so what.

... Anyway, this "customer" is not serious.

When he went home today and opened the door, he saw the tall and perfect black-haired man with a scar on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't have any magic power on his body, and there was a magic spirit around his neck as a scarf, which made him feel like the "heaven and curse" in the mouth of the assistant supervisor.

Occupation... He vaguely guessed, probably a killer or something, even if the killing intent is restrained, it will overflow to some extent, and he happens to be very sensitive to this.

"It's Mr. Fuhei, the magic tool has been well maintained, welcome to come again next time." Shendu's mother held an exaggerated big knife that didn't match her figure at all, and handed it to the man.

"Well, your son?" Fu Heisher took back the knife, and just inserted it straight into the mouth of the curse spirit on his neck. The ugly insect-shaped curse spirit was actually a weapon that could hold the magic equipment. library.

The tall man pointed at Shen Duming very impolitely.

"Yes, it's a pity that I didn't inherit my family's spells, and there are no fluctuations in spell power. Well, he is an ordinary child."

Frankly, it's just... because the time has come.

Since then, they have stopped hiding many things, and even changed their meeting with customers from outside to home.

Fu Heisher nodded. He signaled that the transaction was completed and he did not want to stay any longer. When he opened the door and walked out, he said, "It's not bad."

It's just echoing what Shendu's mother said just now.

"Yeah, it's good to be an ordinary child." Shendu's mother smiled, yes, even though the years had left marks on her face, her smile was still as clean and pure as a girl's.

"...So what exactly is your technique, Mom?" Shen Dumin raised his own doubts.

"Ala, it's not particularly strong, it's probably..." Shendu's mother picked up the fruit knife that was randomly placed on the table, stretched out two fingers of the other hand, and flicked it lightly.

The brand new fruit knife cracked inch by inch from where the fingertips touched it, and then fell to the ground with a thud, and was already shattered into powder when it hit the floor.

"...It can convert the power of the spell into a power that can be multiplied."

Shen Duming: "...Thank you mother for not killing me."

He just wanted to carry a bunch of wives in his bedroom and run to outer space overnight on the train.

If he was beaten like this when he was young, his tendons and bones would probably have been broken and turned into a jar of ashes.

There may not be a single can, and the rest has been hammered into dust, and the ash doesn't even count.

"That person just now, came to maintain the spell equipment?"

Mentioning the suspected killer just now, Shendu's mother's expression changed, she held her son's shoulder seriously, and it was even a little difficult for him to look up because he was already taller than her, so she used a little The force pushed his son down.

By the way, the floor is going to be replaced with a new one. I hope the workers who repair the house will replace it with titanium alloy next time.

And Shendumin may not be far away from returning to the hospital.

"Son, listen to what my mother said, if you do that kind of work like him, I'll give you an ear scrape first, you know?"

Shen Dumin didn't know why he was so serious. He felt severe pain in his legs and shoulders, but he could bear it. He blinked suspiciously, and then solemnly said: "I don't know what to do in his line of work, so just be ordinary with me." People's philosophy of life does not match."

How could he be a killer, the life of licking blood with a knife is so uncomfortable.

Then Shendu's mother breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I don't want my son to be a cowherd boy, although... his figure is really envied by his mother."

On the surface, the fragile and smiling Shendu mother regained her gentle and gentle appearance.

Shendumin was shocked, the amount of information in the passage just now was too much.

"...so you have to have such perfect muscle lines to be a boy now..."

Watch for amazing consistency.

Shen Dumin, who didn't grow abdominal muscles no matter how much he exercised, and could even recover his weak chicken appearance after being lazy for a few days, was extremely envious.

"Mom, do you have his contact information?"

"Huh? Why do you want that?"

Shendu's mother walked freely in the living room with a hammer and mace that was a head taller than her.

"I want to worship him as a teacher! I also want to have abdominal muscles, six packs are enough, I'm not greedy!"

"Hold well."

Shendu's mother took out a mace and put it into his arms, and in an instant another hole was smashed into the floor.

Shen Dumin was stunned to see it on that gentle smiling face... that's it?That's it?

Shen Duming silently curled up in a corner, and began to cosplay a kerosene lamp.

Speaking of the lamp...he thought of the lamp body that he had forgotten in the corner.

Shen Dumin found the box he had thrown beside the trash can, and took out the old and weather-beaten kerosene lamp. He touched the lamp body, and it still had a similar feel, as well as the inextinguishable flame, as if he had sensed it. He was beating weakly.

He followed the eye-shaped lines carved by himself on the lamp body, and felt the uneven trajectory of his fingertips.

He stretched out his finger to touch the flame again, but didn't feel any temperature.

After being sealed for such a long time, without the wick and the soul bound to him, this is probably not just an ordinary kerosene lamp.

Even this flame is like a decoration, losing its temperature and lethality.

Shen Dumin doesn't like to see this blue flame, it will tear a crack in the memories that have been forced into his heart since he returned to the present world.

After he sighed, he was going to seal it back into the box.

In an instant, the kerosene lamp disappeared.