Mr. Oda and his friends

"Hey!"

Facing the anger of his friends, Wujo chose to follow Hiyori's act of being stupid and continue acting.He turned around stiffly, and then read dryly: "Tsurumaru Kuninaga, yes, yes!"

Before the two cat-like guys ran away, Xia Youjie grabbed Wutiao Wu by the back of his neck.If it weren't for the large number of visitors in the exhibition hall, and if it wasn't for the latter carrying the mascot on his shoulders, the two might have fought on the spot.

"Hehehehe," Xia You's expression was about to collapse, and the level of yin and yang strangeness rose sharply: "Why are you running, don't you want to visit? Why is the crane always here?"

"It's Tsurumaru, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, the one in the showcase just now is Mikazuki Munekin." Gojo turned his head and blatantly exposed the history of the museum: "The exhibits are either photocopies or high-quality imitations, and the real knives are all in the warehouses of various families. There's rust in it."

This is due to the special circumstances of the country.Incomplete social reform has led to a large number of old forces lingering in the new era, and then these garbage, big and small, who should have been kicked into the garbage dump of history, have changed their faces, grabbed the "traditional" coat and put it on their bodies, and transformed into The so-called "family".

Not only the world of conjuration, economics, and religion, but even from the political arena to the small kabuki circle, they are all the same.

——The father is the prime minister, and the son is born a thousand miles closer to this position than others. This kind of plot that should only exist in film and television dramas is happening around people.

These aristocratic families took advantage of the old foundation, took advantage of the bonus period after the war to seize social resources, and then hoarded all of them into warehouses. They would rather rot and stink than share them with the people. Those famous knives lying silently rusting in warehouses are just a drop in the ocean. .

"The real Tsurumaru Kuninaga is in my warehouse, and it's not easy to use at all." Gojo complained casually in a low voice, causing Hiyori to pull his hair tightly.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, is that the sword man with white clothes and white hair who likes to fly around the roof?The little girl tried her best to remember...it seems to be correct, it is roughly recorded in the data that Tsurumaru Kuninei belongs to Gojo.

For those who don't use magic tools, no matter what type of sword, gun, sword, halberd, axe, hook and fork, they are almost the same in their eyes.Unfortunately, Gojo and Xia You didn't need to use weapons. Whether it was the famous knives in their warehouse or visiting the museum, it was just a way to pass the time for them.

Never has it been so relaxing!

It's not that the task is pushed to others and quit, but that there is really no sudden emergency.

"Looks like..."

Across the display cabinet, Xia Youjie squinted his eyes and searched his brain, thinking hard about what adjectives he should find to describe the knife in front of him.In order to appear more reliable, the ball-headed youth tried so hard that he could hardly find his eyes: "Well, why is Tsurumaru Kuninaga so short?"

Although it is placed in the category of Taidao, it is shorter than some swords, is it because the height of the gold master who spent money to build it?

"Forehead……"

Gojo really didn't know about this kind of thing, but Rihe Ruanruan replied: "Because of the scabbard, the material of the scabbard is precious and cherished. In order to fit the scabbard, part of the scabbard was polished off."

Weird knowledge, either cold or hot, is the only learning content she is not forbidden to touch.

"I see! Xiao Rihe really knows a lot."

As expected of Fukuzawa Yukichi, he is not stingy at all in preaching and teaching.

Xia You also assumed that President Fukuzawa told Hiyori all this, and directly grafted the cause and effect onto the president's status as "the government's queen swordsman".

Hiyori didn't think much of it, and poked the glass of the display case with one hand: "Mikazuki likes to get lost, and Tsurumaru likes to play scares."

If it weren't for the witches sitting in layers to guard the castle tower, I'm afraid this "scare" would have been played on the head of the god judge.

"You like knives that much?"

Gojo bent slightly to look at the imitation of Tsurumaru Kuninaga on the knife holder, and casually complained: "I like it so much that I use personal pronouns to refer to things."

"Forehead……"

Rihe was at a loss for words, and Xia Youjie found a reason for her: "Although, Xiao Rihe is also 15 years old. Compared with other middle school boys, he is very cute, isn't he?"

Second-year-old disease, explicitly giving yourself a bunch of screen names that you will definitely regret in the future, or talking about something you don’t understand.Invisible is roughly like this, brainstorming one play after another, and then subconsciously playing one of the roles.

Wai Da was fooling around with this topic, the three of them moved slowly with the flow of people, and walked in a big circle, Wujo couldn't wait to run to the rest area to put Hiyori down: "I'm starving to death, is there a delicious dessert shop nearby? Drinks also."

There are too many tourists around, and the consumption of the Six Eyes is huge, and the CPU will burn if you don't add sugar.

"There seems to be a shop with a long queue next to the bus stop. Do you want to try it?" Xia Youjie flicked on his phone and asked the little girl without looking up, "Where else do you want to visit?"

"Eat."

He was knocked on the window early to make a fuss, and he only had time to drink a bag of milk for breakfast, and Hiyori was already hungry.Those precious cultural relics in the front are still worth seeing, but here, perhaps a full-fledged dessert is more important than a room full of imitation knives for the retired god-inspectors.

Xia Youjie closed the phone with a snap, turned around and walked out without saying a word: "Then go get something to eat."

Walking outside the door of the exhibition hall, Wujo let go of the sun and landed on the ground. She suddenly turned her head and looked back as if she had noticed something. There seemed to be nothing worth paying attention to in the dimly lit and crowded space.

"what happened?"

The ball-headed youth lightly touched her shoulder, and Hiyori turned back, pursing his lips: "It's okay, maybe... dazzled."

Impossible, all are imitation knives.It is theoretically impossible to respond to her spiritual power, and sword men should not respond to unconscious calls after a while.

She'd never even picked up one of them, couldn't even call herself "Old Master," at most... a temporary manager.

The mood became depressed, and I felt strange with myself for a few days-what is the feeling that the chest is soft and cold, slippery and slightly sour?

Those fusangshen would only show closeness to her if they were influenced by spiritual power. The witch said that knives are steel creations made by human hands, and they have no heart.

"Don't focus on Fu Sangshen. Kong Chan is a god of man and should protect human beings."

Hiyori's already depressed mood continued to sink as he recalled the advice of the Great Miko again.

Um?Why are you suddenly unhappy?The two boys looked at each other, puzzled.

Wutiao exaggeratedly raised his hand to cover his eyes and stretched his neck to look around: "It's really clean, there's nothing there."

"Are you too hungry, do you want to eat something else first?" Xia You gently touched the top of Rihe's hair, the little girl shook her head and nodded: "No... um, eat."

"Hahahahaha, you really are a brat. If you don't have enough battery, you won't be interested in doing anything. I'll take you to the dessert shop after seeing Mr. Wutiao..."

"Wu, don't be in a place like this..."

Needless to say, the person had already run away without a trace, and Xia Youjie, who was thrown down again, smiled brightly with the sun and the spring breeze, and the corners of his eyes and brows were shining with special effects.

All the pedestrians who passed by felt a chill behind them, as if they accidentally stepped into the territory of a fierce beast, they instinctively screamed and shouted danger.Looking left and right, I couldn't find a source of danger, only a young man with black hair and ball head was blocking the door with a horrifying smile, so everyone avoided and stayed away from him.

"You choose first, hurry up!"

Follow the instructions to find the dessert shop, Gojo Satoru arrogantly ignores all sights, puts Hiyori outside the refrigerated display cabinet, and points at the cakes through the transparent glass: "The last one in the first row, the fourth one in the second row, The penultimate one in the third row, the three of them can tell it's not tasty at first sight."

Hiyori, who hadn't sorted out the sadness in his heart, forgot all his little emotions at once, and leaned on the glass to echo: "Yeah!"

Wait... is there someone missing?

Realizing this, she tilted her head to look at Wutiao, and Baimao successfully received the radio waves: "Jie will be here soon, he needs to exercise more."

"Oh."

Since he is so sure, it should be believed.

Hiyori reached out and nodded: "This, this, and this, I want to eat!"

Being polite is not polite, and I probably won't be able to learn it in this life, so I can only put on a kitten face and act confidently.

Wutiao didn't think there was anything wrong with her attitude at all, and immediately said to the clerk, "I don't want the three you ordered just now, and the rest are the same one, and these three add an extra point, that's all."

It seems that these two are really not afraid of blood sugar exceeding the standard. The clerk smiled, nodded and bowed to send the guests to their seats, and hurriedly opened the cover to take the cake.

When Rihe ate the first cake slowly, Xia Youjie finally came to him with a dark face.Feeling guilty for a rare time, she pushed the second cake at her side: "Eat?"

He didn't vent his anger in his heart, but he just felt that the little girl's cowardly face was very interesting. Xia Youjie took the cake with an expression on purpose: "Hmph!"

This person looked at people with a cold face and squinted his eyes for some reason. The ladies who had been paying attention to this side were a little restless, and Hiyori was confused—what's going on?

Hahaha!His eyes became more confused and unsure of what to do.

For the sake of the children's fun, Xia You decided to forgive Wutiao: "Noctua called just now."

"That's why you're here so late?"

Wutiao opened the abyss and stuffed the sweets, and he didn't delay to speak: "What's the matter? It can't be a temporary task."

Under the cover of the spiritual power of humans and gods, there can still be a sudden rise of curses, at least he must be a special-level guy from birth.

"No, the Noctua moth said it has nothing to do with the curse, it's a task that the higher-ups asked the two of us to do, we'll talk about it when we go back to school."

Xia You fiddled with the cake and took a photo of it: "It doesn't sound like you're in a hurry."

"Then let's talk about it in the afternoon. The swelling from the beating last time has just subsided, so I don't want to be the beanbag delivered to the night moth. Are you in menopause, and you lose your temper every now and then!"

Sunglasses covered Gojo's eyes so tightly that he couldn't see clearly, but Hiyori secretly thought that he was absolutely in tune with his tone and rolled his eyes.

Xia Youjie complained about him while eating the little girl's "filial piety" cake: "Obviously you are too much, and anyone else will be angry."

So the two boys started a discussion around "Wu Tiao is annoying or not".