Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

People in confinement always have a reason for confinement, and fishing in confinement is something that should be avoided from a normal conscience point of view.

I can't remember the time when I was locked up for the first time. As for the reason... I don't want to mention it.

In fact, I don’t dislike being locked up. For a person like me, this kind of thing has two things. Since the first time I was locked up, I seem to have been turned on by some strange switch. Maybe it’s intentional. The reason why I want to fight against people is that I keep making troubles, forcing my brother to put me in confinement again and again to fool the group of immature old immortals in the clan.

From the beginning of fishing in the confinement room, I can boldly pick the lock and sneak out. After a long time, the normal concept of conscience and the "good intentions" of the old orange peels were completely lost by me during this period. Jing, when it was about confinement, there was a time when I broke the lock of the confinement room and slipped out.

Touching fish is considered light and fluffy, I haven't picked the lock yet, although the room is not locked now.

I walked around the room twice, and found that Yuanyi's confinement was very grandiose, with an independent Japanese room, clean tatami mats, and a quiet environment, without even a guard.

Thinking about the confinement that I was imprisoned back then, although my elder brother only imprisoned me decently for a while, it can be called confinement in various senses than the confinement of Yuan Yiguan.

People are really more annoying than people.

I sat on the tatami, I puffed up my cheeks, like a puffer fish, and looked at Yuanyi angrily.

Yuan, who sat in front of me well, tilted his head as soon as he didn't know, and I held his head when he was about to speak.

He didn't resist or speak, and let me hold his head.

I became even more angry, and directly rumpled his well-tied hair to vent my anger.

I didn't finish venting until Yuanyi, with hair like a chicken coop, looked at me with a slightly blank look in his eyes.

"You are too easy to bully." I looked at him, and I didn't get angry.

Yuan paused: "No one bullies me."

I muttered: "...you don't even know you're being bullied."

Yuan Yi was even more puzzled.

I'm just going to get mad.

What does it mean that no one bullies you?You have pushed your nose on your face, haven't you noticed?If it’s my violent temper, I don’t care what the other person’s reason is for kicking their noses in the face. Let’s beat him up first and vent his anger, and then I’ll just sit there and be scolded obediently. After being scolded, I’ll be locked up honestly. Confinement, such a thing does not exist.

As far as I am directly punished, I still have a small possibility of accepting the punishment honestly, but if I want to give me ideological education in the public, I will beat them up first, so that I can accept the punishment honestly There are only a few people, and those who just want to educate me are not among them.

I thought about it, is it because Yuanyi's character is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that anyone dares to put their noses in the face, or is it because I am not fierce enough?It caused them to forget that there is a devil behind the fate created by the good people.

whispering sound!

Sitting cross-legged on the tatami, I bared my teeth unwillingly and pulled the corners of my mouth.

"Are you angry?" The sleeves tightened suddenly, Yuan Yi tugged at my sleeves.

I raised my chin and changed my sitting position: "Yes."

More than angry, I'm super angry.

People who are good are bullied, and horses who are good are ridden by others.This sentence couldn’t be more reasonable, so I have never liked being a good person. Good people are destined to suffer, but I don’t know where my meddling piss comes from. Not a lot.

The evening sun showed a deep rosy color, and it slanted down from the open window. Most of the beautiful rosy sunlight fell on the tatami, but it stopped short of my feet. .

The boundary between light and shadow, I am in the shadow on the other side of the boundary.

When I was angry on my own, Yuanyi suddenly reached out, supported my waist, and hugged me effortlessly onto the shadowed tatami.

"I'm not afraid of the sun." I patted Yuanyi's hand on my waist.

Tsk, why is this hugging movement so skillful?

Yuan paused: "I'm used to it."

"Huh?" Now the person who didn't know it was me.

"Ge should have overcome the sun recently." Yuanyi told me, "During the days when I stayed at Tanji's house, Ge always liked to go to places where the sun shines."

Yuanyi thought about it, and then told me: "Like a sunflower."

I:"……"

Some kind of round, yellow, and big flowers appeared in my mind, and I was stupefied.

I don't produce melon seeds, thank you.

"And got burned by the sun."

Yuanyi suddenly reached out and touched the skin on my cheek near the eyes.

I raised my head slightly, and Yuanyi was a little taller than me even when I was sitting. From this angle, I could see the drooping red eyelashes and the light shadow cast under the eyes.

"There was a big burn here." The fingertips with thin calluses stroked the skin.

I came to a conclusion that I was pretty skinny after turning into a ghost, and I was so desperate that I rushed to the sun to seek death.

I stretched out my hand, fingers with sharp nails spread out, and I told him, "I won't get hurt now."

Even if injured, it can recover quickly.

Yuan Yi can always understand the other half of what I didn't say without a teacher, so he pursed his lips: "Don't get hurt."

"You want to live longer." I said softly, "It's better to live a long life."

I can no longer decide on my own death.

"I will." He cups my cheek, and my pupils reflect his eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, hair, ears, and downcast eyelashes.

"You have to live longer and live happily," he told me.

We all have to live, not too short, not too long, just live happily.

Although this kind of thing sounds a bit far-fetched now, but I think, I really want to.

The first night I woke up was spent in the Japanese room where Yuanyi was detained. I hardly slept that night. He and I talked non-stop. Most of the time I was talking. When I took him home, I told him all the complaints in my heart.

"I'm wondering if you're short-sighted, kid." I lay on the tatami with his thighs as a pillow, "I didn't even have time to have a cup of tea when I met you, so you just said go home with me."

I closed my eyes, and the Japanese room was as quiet as water. After a long time, Yuanyi's voice came leisurely from above my head: "Well, I am short-hearted."

The voice still sounded the same as it was on the spot, calm and calm, making one absolutely sure that he would never have a big emotional ups and downs, but I could hear a bit of joy from it.

The stars rose outside the window, and the starlight and moonlight fell on the wisteria flowers all over the yard, and the mottled shadows on the tatami swayed.

I blinked my eyes, raised my head, and saw the hanging crimson hair tail, the dangling sun wheel earrings, and those gentle eyes from bottom to top: "Be a little smarter."

I stretched out my hand, moved my fingers, hooked Yuanyi's fingers, and the other's fingers squeezed slightly, and held my hand.

"I'm trying." Yuan Yi said.

I don't think it's possible.

I turned my head sideways, turned over, and changed the posture of lying on my side. The starlight outside the window was dim, and a dark blue color that was not quite the same as the darkness appeared on the horizon where the sky and the earth intersected. On that horizon saw a dim light, the light of the sun.

I couldn't help yawning, drowsiness flooded my brain, and my eyelids gradually became heavy.

"We will always be together." Yuanyi told me.

I shook his hand and repeated his words: "Well, we'll always be together."

I have nothing in this world except you.

I slept for a while. At the beginning of dawn, the morning sun pierced the darkness, the rising sun dispelled the dust and mist that filled the mountains, and the resting birds flew out of their nests, chirping and chirping non-stop.

The drowsiness receded little by little when the door of the Japanese-style room used for detainees was opened. I opened my eyes a little, and the sun broke in through the opened door. It was very dazzling. Miao's vision darkened, and a hand covered my eyes.

I pulled down Yuanyi's hand covering my face, and saw the people who opened the door—two swordsmen I didn't know, both of them were wearing sundial swords.

hey look what i see

Deep fear, and inconceivable.

I felt a burst of novelty. Ever since Yuge Uchiha died, I became a song. I haven't felt this kind of sight for a long time. There is still a little novelty for a while.

I squeezed Yuanyi's hand, and after squinting the squinting ghost, two more eyes with vertical pupils appeared, "Who is this?"

"The new swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Squad." Yuan Yi said.

I tilted my head: "A lot of things really happened in my absence."

It may be that my attitude was too arrogant, one of the swordsmen couldn't help but want to pull out his sword: "You ghost, don't be too..."

Before he finished speaking, another person pressed down on the half of the blade that had slipped out of the scabbard. The other person couldn't understand: "Nozawa, you..."

The other party ignored his companions, instead bowed respectfully to Yuan and his party, and then said: "Master Ri Zhu, Miss Ge, the lord has summoned you."

I squinted my eyes, and Nozawa, who straightened up, just met my gaze.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and this person's eyes are very clear. It seems that he will not be a member of the faction that must beheaded me.

……

Zhuhe meeting, how long has it been since the last Zhuhe meeting, I have forgotten, there are no more and no less Zhuzhu sitting in the meeting, the people who should come except me, who turned into a ghost, and everyone else seems to be fine .

My gaze stayed on Feng Zhu for a while, and the other party seemed to be safe and sound, Feng Zhu was rescued from the city by Yan Sheng.

The bloody meat is extremely delicious in the eyes of ghosts. It is said that the ghost who caught Fengzhu has a habit of saving delicious food until the end. Yan Sheng found the ghost after we split up that day. The lair, the lair is very large, and many humans have been captured. In it, Yan Sheng found Feng Zhu, who was busy demolishing the house to save people, and the ghosts who did not return to the lair did not know that their house had been stolen.

After beheading the little minions who stayed in the lair, and after the blood ghost technique left by the ghost in the lair was lifted, Yan Sheng knew that the ghost was dead, and the lair was safe for the time being. After Fengzhu and the people in the lair were settled, he went to meet me, so he met Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou halfway.

"So all the ghosts are used to deal with you." When Yan Sheng talked about this matter, he finally came to a conclusion, "Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi wants to get rid of you, and try to turn the breathing swordsman into The ghost came to send me."

It is said that after Watanabe thought I was dead, he was crying, and was beaten up by Die Die and Feng Zhu. The last two of them burst into tears with Watanabe who cried first for no reason. Yan Sheng next to him didn't know. Should I cry or laugh, and then cheered up, Fengzhu went to the swordsmith village to repair my damaged sun wheel knife, and was chased and killed by the knife blacksmith who made the sun wheel knife village.

Butterfly told me the latter on the way to find Yuanyi.

"Not dead?" Feng Zhu, who had known for a long time that I was not dead, was still taken aback when he saw me, and then he had his usual villainous face again, "Tch!"

I pouted, ignored him, and sat down next to Yuanyi.

After confirming that I am not dead, transformed into a ghost, do not eat people, and retain my own consciousness, everyone obeyed the lord's decision. No one mentioned whether my head should be beheaded or not. The choice between beheading or not The latter options are defaulted below.

"Does Miss Ge have the desire to eat people?" Someone asked me during the period.

So I winked at Feng Zhu, and the other party swiftly raised a knife to let out blood, and smelling Feng Zhu's blood, I couldn't help but spit it out on the spot.

Yuanyi quickly grabbed my shoulders.

The whole house was silent, and everyone was dumbfounded.

The wind column that reacted roared: "Hey, hey! What do you mean?"

Watanabe looked at me and then at Yuanyi. After brainstorming independently outside the entire brain circuit, he finally suddenly realized and fixed his gaze on Yuanyi: "Mr. Yuanyi!"

Yuanyi:? ? ?

I wiped the corner of my mouth with a dusty face, "Fengzhu's blood is very attractive to ghosts."

Butterfly: "Then why did you vomit like this?"

I asked the wind pillar to stay away from me, and after the other party reluctantly walked away, I explained, "I used my eyes to give myself a hint, and my likes and dislikes in terms of appetite were reversed."

Fengzhu looked at himself and then at me: "Is this okay?"

"So your blood's attraction to ghosts is equivalent to delicacies from mountains and seas, and to me it is equal to kitchen garbage that has been fermented for hundreds of years." Super disgusting.

Fengzhu: "..."

The lord sitting in the high position smiled with satisfaction before speaking: "Hey, do you have any objections?"

"No."

"no disagreement."

"I have no objection..."

"Follow your decision."

"I do not have."

"agree."

Under the leadership of the lord, no one said that my head would be cut off, and Yuanyi didn't need to be imprisoned in that Japanese room.

After the Zhuhe meeting, the lord left me and Yuanyi behind.

I sat on the tatami with my chin propped up, watching the wisteria flowers falling in the courtyard. The water in the pond was clear and bright, with a few red goldfish swaying, their beautiful tails like stretched veils.

"How do you feel?" My wife brought me tea and snacks. The tea specially prepared oolong tea instead of wisteria flower tea, and the snacks were specially prepared without wisteria flowers, but ordinary white bean paste stuffed petal cakes.

After I took the refreshment handed over and thanked me, I said, "It's nothing serious, but..."

Except for the initial loss of control and self-awareness, there is nothing serious about the body, but it has the same body self-healing ability as Senju Zhuma.

In the future, I can also try Senshou Zhujian's fighting style, beat him, beat him with fists, don't worry about hurting my hands when hitting someone, rough skin and thick flesh, high recovery ability.

The princess's wife smiled lightly, picked up the teapot and brought me a cup of tea.

I took the cup of tea and said thanks.

When I politely asked about the health condition of the lord, the madam still replied with a smile that it hadn't deteriorated. As for the physical condition of the lord, no deterioration is considered the best news, but I noticed it between the eyebrows of the madam. A touch of sadness.

It seems that there is no real "no deterioration". With the personality of the Lord, I am afraid that he will say that he has not deteriorated. With the personality of the wife of the Lord, I am afraid that he will silently support the decision made by the husband and hide it for him.

The purpose is to maintain the momentum of the Ghost Killing Team that has not been seen in a century.

It is difficult to be a man, and it is even more difficult to be a leader.

"Miss Ge, please persevere." Madam Madam suddenly said to me solemnly, "No matter what the road ahead is, you must persevere."

My hand holding the teacup paused, the woman's brows and eyes were soft, and the face of the mother whose face was blurred by time overlapped with the face of the princess's wife.

"Live, keep going."

Mom she told me so.

My fingertips rubbed the cup in my hand for a while.

"I will, thanks."

thank you all.

The author has something to say:

Watanabe's thinking is very jumpy, and he can always think of things that others have not thought of, so his ability to complain is second to none in the Ghost Killing Team. When he vomits, the first thing Watanabe thinks of is: Mr. Yuanyi is actually... what a guy !A person who usually looks honest and honest moves so fast, it really is a person who can't be judged by his appearance, and the sea can't be measured! !I didn't expect you to be such a Rizhu-sama! ! ! !

Where there is evil, there is good. Many people still have good intentions towards Song after the transformation of ghosts.

Pre-received article next door: "[Comprehensive curse back] So you are true love! "

The elder sister of Yu Zhang You Ren always thought that Mr. O Doudou's true love was the strange bangs who turned over the wall of her house together.

Gojo-sensei just wants to know how to explain pure friendship to a close friend?We're really just pure sneaky dicks.

Sister Youren: From the moment I knew that my eldest brother-in-law was getting involved with a certain patriarch next door, I no longer believed in the so-called "pure sneaking big dick" of men, so you go and don't touch my brother. 【Take away the tiger jpg.】

Teacher Wutiao is awesome!

The day I started writing the article was also the day when countless brain holes were born on the surface of the moon. I couldn't control my brain holes.

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