Pure love DK is number one in the world

Yinshen couldn't understand at all why someone could say this sentence so naturally and confidently.But if the speaker was replaced by Murata, he didn't seem to be incomprehensible.

After all, Murata was not very smart when he was young.

Wearily, he took out a cigarette and bit it, but did not light it: "Don't think about it, go to bed early, we still have things to do in two days."

Yinshin is not obsessed with the cognition that Murata must understand that love and simple affection are two different things-in his opinion, Murata is still young and has not reached the age to think about these things.What's more, according to what Murata said, that boy had already rejected him.

Murata quickly changed his mind following the topic of Yinshen, and forgot about chasing people: "Is there anything else? Haven't all the ghouls been killed?"

"Are there other unresolved monsters in this town?"

"I'm not sure, I'll go and observe it tomorrow and step on the spot."

Yinshen took out his mobile phone, opened the map app and handed it to Murata: "Look here, this 88 bridge."

Murata took the phone and looked at the screen, "Are you going to fight here?"

Yinshen: "It may also be my illusion. But to be on the safe side, we still have to stay here for two more days. I will go to check in early tomorrow morning. It doesn't matter if you stay in the hotel alone?"

Murata retracted into the bed and yawned: "I'm sure it's okay."

"I'm so sleepy, I'm asleep, good night."

Hidden God: "Late..."

Before he finished speaking, Murata had already fallen asleep breathing evenly.

The next day, morning.

Murata is used to getting up early, before the sun is completely bright, he has already got up and started to maintain his sun wheel knife.

The emerald blade was wiped spotless in the morning light, and the blade is translucent and beautiful—it is very rare for such a beautiful color to appear on steel, and it reveals a quiet, dormant beauty full of vitality.

It's like the buds that push open the stone in early spring.

A blue arc of light reflected on Murata's pale and delicate face. It was rare for him to smile as usual, the corners of his mouth were straightened, his eyelashes drooped, and his plum red pupils were covered with a layer of silent darkness.

The cured Japanese sword lay flat on his knees, while Murata rested his palm on the sword, looking at the Japanese sword with gentle and calm eyes.

Yinshen came out of the bathroom and had already changed into the clothes for going out.He took out a ticket from his pocket and put it on the table: "Don't just look at knives in the room all day, it's rare to go to Tokyo, at least go shopping around."

"Here, the planetarium ticket given by the mayor. Anyway, I don't need it anymore, so go and play by yourself—is there enough change? If not, I'll give you some."

Murata stood up with the knife in his hand, and put the knife back into its sheath.He picked up the ticket that Hidden God had put on the table, and saw the colorful background on it: "Planetarium? Oh, the kind that looks at the stars?"

Hidden God: "Yes, yes, stargazing. Don't stay in the house all day, and go out for a walk when you have nothing to do. You are as white as Mihai's vampire."

Murata defended himself: "It's not because I get less sun exposure..."

Yinshen covered his ears, pretending he didn't hear, and left quickly.

Anyway, idle is idle, Murata turned on the mobile phone navigation, ready to visit the planetarium that Yinshen said.

The planetarium and the hotel are not far away, and it takes five or six minutes to walk there.Probably this is also the reason why Yinshen can rest assured that he will come out to play alone.

Murata took the ticket and went to the entrance to line up, deliberately finding a place where the sun was not too bright to stand.When queuing up, he found that the front and back rows were all children, and he was the only adult who stood out from the crowd.

The primary school student wearing a yellow hat in front of the line raised his head and asked him, "Big Brother, are you here to play alone?"

Murata: "I didn't come alone, I came with my knife."

He opened the haori a little, so that the elementary school student could see the Japanese sword on his waist.The primary school student let out a 'wow', and his eyes became bright: "Brother, are you a samurai? The one shown on TV!"

Murata shook his head: "I'm not a samurai, I'm a spell..."

Before he finished speaking, an arm slanted/inserted/ came in and covered Murata's mouth.The muscles on Murata's shoulders and arms shrugged, forcibly suppressing his instinctive impulse to stab the opponent, and looked suspiciously at the person covering his mouth—it was Fu Heihui.

He seemed to have come from somewhere else, his cheeks were slightly red, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Murata didn't know that Fuhei's sweat was completely scared by him.

The elementary school students cheered when they saw Fu Heihui: "Brother Fu Hei! Have you bought the ice cream yet?"

Fu Heihui let go of Murata's mouth, holding an ice cream bag in the other hand.He took out a box of yogurt ice cream and handed it to the pupil.

The primary school student took the ice cream happily, and his curious eyes were still circling between Fu Heihui and Murata: he found that Murata had been staring at Fu Heihui.

Fu Heihui coughed dryly, squeezed the bag into a ball, and shook it in front of Murata's eyes: "No more."

Murata: "Oh—"

Fu Heihui: "...Why are you here?"

Murata took out the ticket: "Yin Shen went out to step on the spot, let me come to the planetarium to play by myself."

Fu Heihui twitched the corner of his mouth.Murata continued to ask: "Where is Fuhei? Are you coming out to play by yourself?"

He raised his hand and pressed his throbbing forehead, and said, "Accompany the neighbor's children to finish their weekend homework. This is a children's planetarium, don't you know?"

Murata shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't been here before."

What he said was so reasonable that it was a bit impossible to refute.

Fu Heihui was silent for two seconds, and decided to skip this topic.He moved closer to Murata and lowered his voice: "The matter of the conjurer cannot be disclosed to ordinary people. Didn't the senior teacher tell you about this?"

Hitomi Murata: "What? So it can't be made public?!"

Fu Heihui: "...So you still tell others your identity as a magician?"

Murata: "I told my family, and then my mother invited the whole village to dinner in order to celebrate my becoming a magician—if nothing happens, everyone in our village should know that I am a magician division."

Fu Heihui: "..."

He had a sudden headache and a stomachache.But looking at Murata's dazed and shocked eyes, which were clear to the bottom without any bends, Fu Heihui actually felt that she couldn't say anything to accuse him.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a long breath, Fu Heihui pressed Murata's shoulder: "Did your teacher tell you the precautions for becoming a magician?"

Murata breathed a sigh of relief, his expression was like that of a poor student who finally saw a question that he was sure he could answer correctly when he was stumped, and said: "Yes! The teacher asked me what kind of woman I like, or men are fine. She said this question is very important, But it’s okay not to answer!”

Fu Heihui's stomach hurt even more.

He said with difficulty: "What else?"

Murata tilted his head: "What else?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

Good, sure, nothing else taught.

The classmates of the elementary school students looked at Murata and Fukui Hui curiously, and asked the elementary school students: "Why did the two big brothers get so close to talk?"

The elementary school student puffed out his chest proudly: "You don't know that, do you? They're flirting!"

Fu Heihui, who could hear very well, the veins on his forehead began to throb - he swear to God, except for Gojo Satoru, he hadn't been so tired by anyone for a long time.