retired from port today

This inconspicuous sound broke the silence around. After the taiko bell pressed the tortoise shell to the ground, I finally didn't have to endure the embarrassing atmosphere.

To be honest, this situation makes me feel very ashamed, and I wish I could change back to my usual disguise every minute.It's like my parents met their acquaintances on the road and had a lively chat, but they stood there awkwardly.

The blond man in shorts was running towards here at a very fast speed. His exposed skin was so white that it almost blinded my eyes, and his expression seemed excited as if he had seen a bunch of little ones.

"My lord, you are finally here. We have been waiting for you for a long time. I will give you pocket money later."

Behind him were the little shorts who were not slow, and they didn't show any surprise when they saw me now, they just acted like a baby to me like before.

Surrounded by a group of shorts, I felt like a mother feeding chicks, not used to the attention.

So I raised my eyes and looked at their parents—one period and one start, he was watching from the outside of the crowd, with a gentle smile on his face.

Seeing me looking at him, I walked over slowly.

To be honest, it’s really not my filter, but I feel that he is doing model steps, otherwise, it’s only a few steps away, why can I still see a sense of elegance.

He comforted the daggers very skillfully: "My lord has just changed clothes, so don't be so rude."

Compared to me who was at a loss, he was more skilled than me, and people couldn't help but rely on him.

The short knives are very interested, so naturally they don't want to leave. Thanks to the persuasion of Yiqi Yixing, I was spared this sweet distress.

"My lord, don't you finally have to worry about it today?" I turned my head to look, and because of the noisy dagger, I had already unconsciously walked to the position where Yi Yizhen was just now.

Standing or sitting nearby are all Taidao, and Mikazuki is right behind me.

Seeing me, he smiled, still holding a teacup in his hand, in contrast to the others' wine glasses.

"Worried? What am I worried about?" I frowned, feeling a little strange about San Riyue's ambiguous words.

I always feel that these swords always have a literary aura, so that I have to be careful in what I say.

He tapped my brow lightly with his fingertips, and the cool touch came from the skin: "Frowning will cause wrinkles. It would be bad to become a grandfather like me."

I looked at him with suspicious eyes, are you serious?

"It would be great if I could be like Sanriyue, at least I won't grow old."

He folded his sleeves and smiled, even his eyes became crescent-shaped, looking as wonderful as the moon: "Master, you are just like the moon, even I can't help but be fascinated by you."

Well, although the literal meaning of Sanriyue is like this, I have to admit that he used his own name to tease me.

I pretended nothing happened and asked, "So what do you see I'm worried about?"

Sanriyue shook her head, stared at my face and said with a smile: "It's nothing, the lord is very good now, much more beautiful than the fake identity."

As he spoke, he pointed at my face and said softly, "My lord's ears are red, is it because the weather is too hot?"

I couldn't tell whether his tone was intentional or unintentional, but when I saw his expression as if he knew everything, I said angrily: "I only said half of what I said, and I'm more refreshed than you in doing Mandarin questions." !"

So I pushed him away and walked under a tree farther away.

It was completely dark, and thanks to the lanterns that had been hung up in advance, I couldn't even see people clearly.

Candlestick Che was still doing barbecue not far away, obviously for them, the moment the wine arrived was the moment when the festival started.

A few people were drunk, and before I walked over, I smelled the strong aroma of wine, and my footsteps stopped subconsciously, a little hesitant to walk over directly.

There was a sense of oppression coming from behind, and Fu Sangshen, who was hugging me, still smelled of alcohol: "Hey, when did the lord arrive? Now that you're here, come over and have a few drinks."

My body stopped when I heard his voice, the voice was unexpectedly familiar.

"Nippon, did you bring the lord? It's just right, I just got it from Candlestick Kiri, and the lord is lucky."

Japan's deep voice is very similar to that of a certain Red King, and I unconsciously followed his footsteps to the adult area where they were drinking.

Jiro Tachi handed me a wine glass involuntarily, and filled it with wine. Obviously he was very excited, and he didn't know whether it was because he was drunk or in a good mood. The wine even splashed outside.

I hesitated, looking at the transparent liquid, I felt like I was eating forbidden fruit.

After hesitating for a while, I was cruel and wanted to pour the wine into my mouth, but my hand was stopped in the next second.

More than half of the rippling liquid in the wine glass spilled out, and Jiro's furious voice came: "What are you doing, Yamabagiri, this is a rare good wine."

I looked at the blond man, and saw that he was holding my wrist, with a disapproving expression on his face, and explained to several people: "My lord is not yet of age."

Taro Tachi looked at this place with disapproving eyes, held the wine and sighed: "Yes, according to human age, the lord is only 17 years old, still very young."

Hearing him lamenting his age, Jiro couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought of his own age, and began to cry on his brother's body.

I was still holding the wine glass in my hand, and Fu Sangshen, who looked serious in front of me, might not let me touch the wine glass again, so I whispered: "Mr. Yamabugiri, your hand hurts me so much, you can Did you let go?"

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro seemed to have been scalded by a soldering iron, he hastily withdrew his hand, and muttered, "Yes, I'm sorry..."

There was only a red mark on the wrist, and it didn't hurt very much. It was completely different from someone who wanted to take his wrist off.

I looked at the man in front of me who had buried himself in the white cloth and fell into autism, grabbed his wrist, stuffed the wine into his hand, looked at his finally raised head and explained: "I can't drink anyway, Why don't you drink it for me, Grandma Shan."

The blond man's slender fingers stroked the wall of the cup a few times, but he didn't return the thing to me.

Jiro next to him was still playing the BGM, but his voice seemed a bit noisy.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

He was still talking nonsense, but Taro blocked his mouth with his hand, looked at me and said with a smile: "Brother is just a little drunk, don't mind me, my lord."

I said repeatedly that it was okay, and said this sentence secretly a few times in my heart.

Only then did Taro reprimand his brother, and Jiro was a little bit shocked, and his whole body became listless.

Without the person who moved the atmosphere, it seemed quiet here, and a few people were just drinking in silence.

Watching this scene, I am a little annoyed.

If it weren't for me, they would probably still be very lively, right?

As soon as this idea appeared, I unconsciously wanted to leave here.Just seeing Jiro's pitiful expression, I clapped my hands and had an idea.

"Everyone, shall we watch the fireworks together?"

Looking at their puzzled eyes, I turned around and shouted at the rest of the sword men: "Everyone, do you want to watch the fireworks together?"

Then came the affirmative answers from the short swordsmen, mixed with the responses from Xiechai, Dao, Taidao, and Taitai.

I was satisfied to hear their replies, and felt the red power in my body, as if my body had become a volcano, continuously surging power from the Internet.

At the critical point, I stretched out my hand.

Red flames shone in the sky, illuminating the night sky.

"Fireworks are set off!"