Sente Eiji's Black Friday

On the night I left Butterfly House, I had a dream.

After the death of my adoptive parents, I often dream that I am a daimyo. In the dream, there is a child named Yuanyi who will gently call me "Master Eiji", and will sit obediently on the porch waiting for me to deal with government affairs, and will wait for me in my arms. When he is gentle and dependent, he accepts all of me...

In addition, of course, in the dream, there is Enichi's elder brother who always lowers his head and caresses me, and Onimai Tsuji Mumi who always kills me at the end of the dream.

But this time the dream was different from the previous ones.

I saw myself meditating on the prescription, and the medicinal ingredients on that prescription felt familiar to me, but when I wanted to look at it, I couldn't see it clearly.

Then, someone in the next room seemed to be calling me. I put down the prescription and opened the door and walked in. I saw a sick and weak man with long hair lying in the room.I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could seem to see the sickly flush on his pale cheeks when he coughed violently, and the flawless and alluring nape of his neck, which was like white jade, looming under his collar.

He was coughing in pain, and because he was so delicate, he shed tears quickly, cursing why I didn't come forward, why couldn't I make him more comfortable.

In the dream, I had a very good temper, and I went forward just as I said, but then the sick beauty grabbed the front of my chest, cried and kissed me as if I was looking for redemption.

What, it turned out to be Tsundere.

If you are arrogant, of course, you should bully him and play with him like you did with Madara, so that he can change from arrogant and stubborn to unbearable crying and begging for mercy, and become more and more obsessed with me like he has been poisoned. You can't do without me, that's the only way to have fun...

In the dream, I just thought this way, and the scene in front of me changed - in the room with the door wide open and only covered by bamboo curtains, the bad-tempered nobleman crawled forward tremblingly, and was held by me again. The ankle was pulled back vigorously, the back of the neck, which was as white as jade, shook in front of his eyes.

There was no cover in that room, if a maid opened the door and came in, she would be able to see the honorable master lying in the middle of the room at a glance, with bright red cheeks, disheveled clothes and no manners crying like tears.

In the dream, I said this to the young master, and he cried even more, but his strength was really not enough, so of course it was impossible to break free from me.

So I said, there is no need for the maid to open the door to come in. If someone passes the corridor or walks here from the yard, they will definitely be able to see the ugly figure of the young master sticking his butt through the bamboo curtain...

The tatami was wet with a lot of liquid.

The young master was so ashamed that he almost fainted from crying. He buried his head in the quilt and begged me to stop talking, and also begged me to let him go and stop continuing.

Alas, alas, it is really pitiful.

I knew that as long as I stimulated him with the thing that young master cares about most, he would definitely do cute and embarrassing things trembling all over.

Although it was a bit unbearable, it really was the only way to completely destroy his psychological defense.

I picked up the sick beauty who was hiccupping from crying, and said softly that I would be responsible for dealing with the wet tatami, and I would never let the third person know, so he could rest assured.

The sick beauty huddled in my arms and reconfirmed to me repeatedly, sobbing, and I also reassured him gently, he finally felt relieved, and stretched out his pale and thin hands to grab me, like a wounded animal Sobbing and leaning forward to ask for a kiss.

--I can not live without you.

He said this in a crying voice, forcing himself to sit on me with his legs spread apart, while hugging me and trembling all over, while sobbing and begging me not to dislike him, not to abandon him like those people.

—Of course I will not abandon you.

I promised with a smile, and buried my head in the clothes on his chest.

The young master was trembling slightly, but he gently kissed the top of my hair, and wrapped his arms around my neck, showing a child-like weak but contented smile.

Looking at his smile, I suddenly felt a subtle sense of disobedience, as if this person actually... shouldn't be smiling so harmlessly.

At this moment, the me in the dream raised my head without warning, and met the eyes of the sick beauty.

——I saw a pair of gem-like beautiful but coquettish rose red eyes.

On the way to Purgatory House, I kept playing this dream in my mind.

The face of the sick beauty in the dream has been unclear, which is similar to the previous dreams in which I was a daimyo, but no matter how you look at it, I am not the same person in the dream.

That is to say, as a daimyo, I am only the second week, and as a doctor, am I the first week?

No, maybe there is an earlier Zhoumu, but I haven't dreamed of it yet.

So, the lover of "Physician Eiji" is the sick and noble young man, right?They are really beauties completely different from Enichi... although I can't see their faces clearly.

I don't know when Wu Mi will appear in the first week, and what he will do that disgusts me... Will he kill "my" sick beauty?Or will it kill "me" first?

Tsk, it's really unpleasant to think about this kind of thing.After all, when did that bastard and my entanglement start?It's really anxious, let me dream quickly, the most annoying thing is to cut flesh with a blunt knife.

Just as I was thinking about these miscellaneous things, the purgatory family arrived.

As a family of ghost hunters passed down from generation to generation, the purgatory family with profound heritage owns a very grand Japanese-style residence.But now, this mansion gave people a heavy and old feeling, and even the air was filled with a lifeless smell.

If there was a hostess, maybe this place would not be unfinished like this.

According to the Lord Master, the reason why Mr. Purgatory has become so disheartened and lacking in fighting spirit is directly related to the passing of his beloved wife Purgatory Ruhuo.

But I heard that Mrs. Ruhuo passed away many years ago, why did Mr. Purgatory not resign from Yan Zhu until now?

If I can't understand this point, I won't be able to fulfill my lord's request to talk to Mr. Purgatory...

"—Hello! What's the matter standing at my door!"

Just when I was worried, a very energetic greeting came to my ears suddenly.I subconsciously followed the sound and saw a young man who was definitely related to Mr. Purgatory by blood.

He looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he had already put on the uniform of the Ghost Slayer Squad. His appearance was almost exactly the same as that of Mr. Purgatory, and he was completely a miniature version of him.

However, unlike Mr. Purgatory, who is always downcast and dejected, this young man exudes a vigorous vigor, his eyes are looking forward and burning, as if he has endless vitality and enthusiasm.

With just one look, I knew I would be a hit with this kid!

"Ah! You must be Mr. Purgatory's son, right?" Thinking of this, I smiled first, and waved to him boldly, "Hello! I'm Mr. Purgatory's colleague Hu Dieyingji!"

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes lit up suddenly: "So you are Mizujo Eiji-sama!?"

He stood up energetically with a "snap" and bowed to me, then straightened up with a "snap", and said in a loud and enthusiastic voice: "Nice to meet you, Master Eiji! I am Xing, the eldest son of the Purgatory family. Juro, the Gui Sect swordsman who just passed the final selection this year! I have admired your name for a long time!"

"Oh, you are indeed a child of the Purgatory family! Very energetic! Very good!!"

I happily patted him on the shoulder, and chatted with this straightforward child for a long time, until I found out what each other likes to eat, and even made an agreement on the next time we will hold hands together, I suddenly realized that today's business There was still one thing to do, and he quickly said to Xing Shoulang: "Xing Shoulang, is your father at home? My lord, I have something to bring to him!"

"So that's the case! Father is at home, please follow me!" Xing Shoulang smiled heartily, turned around and led me into the house.

Ah, what a boy!It's easy to get along with each other, and she has an excellent and tenacious heart. She will definitely become the future pillar of the Ghost Slayer Squad!

I followed behind him thinking with emotion, and was soon brought to Mr. Makijuro's bedroom.

Before entering, a strong smell of alcohol overflowed first.

I frowned imperceptibly.

10 minute later.

I was almost kicked out of the room and looked back, then turned back without any disturbance.

This won't work.

Like Mr. Shuo Mao, he completely collapsed psychologically.

However, Teacher Shuo Mao was driven to collapse by gossip, but this person was completely crushed by his imaginary enemy.

Oh, it's boring.

With a blank face, I crossed the name of Purgatory Makijuro in my heart, and turned around to leave.

At this moment, I saw Xing Shoulang standing in the yard not far away, practicing chopping with a wooden knife.

His concentration is so good that he didn't even hear the sound of me walking out of the room, his movements were still clean and neat, and he didn't give me a look.

When I saw this, I was immediately relieved——Although Mr. Makijuro was not good enough himself, he gave birth to a good son!

Anjuro, Minya, Yoshiyuki, Mako, and my two younger sisters... the outstanding children are growing up gradually, just like the new shoots of Konoha!Looking at it this way, he doesn't need to care about his predecessor Yanzhu at all!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help being happy, and walked over to call Xing Shourou, wanting to say a few more words to him.

But the young man with flame-like hair seemed not to hear, still swung his knife vigorously with his head buried.

...something is wrong.

I frowned, walked over and pressed the boy's head, and looked down at his ears.

Kyojuro, who was held down, was startled, and then he noticed that I had come next to him, and quickly smiled at me: "Master Eiji! Have you finished talking with your father?"

"Hmm..." I answered absent-mindedly, holding his head and looking at his ears left and right, and I raised my voice and asked, "Xing Shoulang, what's wrong with your ears?"

Xing Shoulang heard it this time, and he didn't resist, he stood obediently and let me play with him, and at the same time replied with his voice louder than ordinary people: "It was injured when I was on a mission for the first time a few days ago! That time I met a ghost who controlled people's actions with the sound of a flute, so I shattered my eardrum!"

"You shattered your own eardrum?" Even I was shocked when I heard this.

"Yes!" Xing Shoulang nodded frankly, "At that time, that ghost had already killed five children and nine companions. When I got there, I was so angry that I almost lost my mind and rushed up. Fortunately, one of my companions gave me a gesture before he died. Leave the information, or even I will die there!"

When the young man said this, his eyes could not help but feel a little sad.

I let go of his head and rubbed his head instead.

He felt the consolation in my movements, raised his head and smiled at me: "But it's okay for me to die there, it's just that there was a surviving child at that time, so I thought, no matter what, I can't die, because I have to protect the child that everyone has worked together to protect!"

The boy's resolute and powerful voice resounded resolutely. His gaze was extremely firm, and he looked at me without avoiding it. People could see his calmness and sincerity from the bottom of his heart at a glance.

I looked at him like this, and couldn't help feeling soft and relieved: "You managed to do it, Xing Shourou. Those comrades who died will definitely be proud of you!"

"It would be great if that's the case!" Xing Shoulang nodded vigorously, looking up at me with piercing eyes.

"Please believe that even if my father resigns from the position of Yanzhu, the breath of flame will never be cut off! Because I have decided a long time ago that no matter what setbacks or misfortunes I encounter, I will definitely burn my heart and become a person who can protect me. A powerful companion!!"

"Very good!!" I couldn't help being moved after hearing the words from the bottom of my heart, and I clapped my hands heavily on his shoulders, "To be a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad, one must have such awareness and determination." Faith will do! Anjurou, you are excellent! Really excellent! Let me teach you! I will take good care of you!!"

"What! Is it really possible!!" Xing Shoulang's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Ah! Of course!" I affirmed him happily, stretched out my right hand and gave a thumbs up, "Come be my stepson! I will definitely train you to be an excellent swordsman!!"

"Yes!!" Kyojuro answered me cheerfully and deafeningly, and bowed again without hesitation, "Thank you for your attention, Kyojuro is very grateful! I will ask for your advice in the future, Mr. Eiji." !!"

"No problem, leave it all to me!!"

"please!!"

"Oh!!"