Half-blood mixed rice daily

The steam in the large bath was scorching hot, and the men sitting by the pool were wrapped in white towels, talking frankly to each other.

When You Sheng entered the door with an amiable youthful attitude, also only wrapped in a white towel, the Touken Fusangshen who were chatting were slightly silent when they sensed the master's arrival, and Imai was about to shout "My lord, you are here too!" The words were stopped by the gesture of the pale-skinned half-blood boy with his index finger in front of his lips.

The sauna room built next to the big bath was steaming like a steamer, and at the same time, the teenagers were weak but strong enough to hurt each other.

"Hahahaha! Dazai, you weak chicken has already passed out!"

"Huh?! You're the one I like, you think I'm dizzy if you're already dizzy?"

"You just have to be stubborn!"

"Could you be hard elsewhere?"

"... Fuck! What strange things are you thinking in your mind! I'm not hard! How could I be hard on you, a disgusting guy!"

"Oh, I mean your fist is hard, isn't it hard to hold it so tight? It's almost the limit? Hurry up and faint——do you think I'm talking about something hard~"

"Osamu Dazai! I will take good care of you today with this hardened fist!"

"It's too barbaric to actually fight in the sauna room, Chuya, you sure as hell do everything but fight... vomit."

"Don't spit on me! Are you okay?"

"Because Chuuya's face is so disgusting..."

"Sure enough, let's die!"

The door of the sauna room was violently broken open.

The bandaged teenager threw a beautiful parabola in the air, landed perfectly in the hot pool, and made an exaggerated splash.

Yousheng caught the white towel that fell loosely from Dazai's waist in mid-air.

Then he saw the orange-red short-haired boy at the door swiftly retracting his beautiful slender legs—compared with his height and body proportions, Nakahara Chuya's legs were really quite long.

"Since I'm almost dizzy enough to vomit, let me go out and sober up!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also put his hips on his hips and said violently, with a look of disgust.

"Hahaha, Master Dazai is dying so soon?"

"What, no..."

"Sure enough, don't be lazy when it comes to physical skills, right?"

"Let's do morning exercises together tomorrow, Master Dazai!"

Tonbokiri boldly embraced Dazai's thin shoulders, and pressed Dazai, who was completely a rookie compared to the swords, on his strong chest muscles, laughing boldly.

Dazai's face was smeared by the strong and elastic chest muscles: ...

Wait, the one at the door seems to be—?

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed the newcomer You Sheng.

He sized up this white-haired, red-eyed, pale and fragile young man, his brows were slightly frowned, and his tone was uncertain: "I...have I... met you somewhere?"

"This way of approaching conversations is no longer popular, Chuya." Osamu Dazai broke free from Tobogiri's chest muscles, and looked very cute while lying on the side of the big bath, "Could it be that you fell in love with him?"

"Huh?!" Nakahara stared at Dazai in shock, his little face was flushed, probably from the heat of the sauna, "What kind of colorful things are in your brain! I really think this person looks familiar !"

"Oh oh oh, is it—"

"What kind of tone is that tickling your fists, Dazai!"

"Wow, I'm so scared——" Dazai stuck out his tongue, showing no fear at all, full of jokes, "But how about this, do you know who that is?"

An ominous premonition rose in Zhong Ye's heart.

I had a big fight with this family before and took a bath together, Chuya quickly got high, and found that everyone didn't mind him arguing with Dazai at all and said "It doesn't matter if you treat this place as your own home", and let it go completely Ego, I forgot what I was nervous about in the first place.

"Varied--"

Boy Dazai squinted his eyes happily, like a cat lying there flicking its tail happily, his tone was full of mischief and good show.

"That's my guardian, Mr. Shiina."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

The young man from Chuya stood there dumbfounded: ...

Zhong Ye broke out on the spot: "How could your guardian be so young!"

"Cough, I'm glad you praised me for being young..." Yousheng, who has lived for hundreds of years, smiled embarrassedly, "I am indeed Dazai's guardian, to be precise, the adoptive father, Shiina Yusheng. You are Dazai's Good friend, you are welcome to come and play, Mr. Chuya Zhongyuan."

Those beautiful blue eyes instantly widened in disbelief.

He glanced at the young guardian, then at Dazai who was lying on the side of the bath watching a good show, and the pool was full of men...

Always feel that something is wrong?

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself, Chuya?" Dazai reminded, interrupting Chuya's thinking by the way.

"Oh...oh!" Zhongya immediately stretched out his hand to Yousheng in embarrassment, "This is the first time we meet, I, I am Zhongya Zhongyuan."

You Sheng held the hand of the youthful 15-year-old Zhong Ye, and drew closer with a friendly smile to avoid the other party being too uncomfortable: "Can I call you Zhong Ye? You can also call me You Sheng."

"Huh? How can you call your elders by their names...Mr. Shiina."

"Okay, if you like to call it that." You Sheng has the gentle demeanor of an elder, "What a good and polite boy, Chuya."

Nakahara Chuya, who was praised in public and was praised by his elders as a good boy for the first time: ...

So shameful...and so happy!

You Sheng was really helpless.

Chuya Nakahara in his memory is the most capable and steady cadre around the leader of the Hong Kong gangster, Dazai Osamu.Open-minded, informal and elegant, he is deeply trusted and loved by everyone in Hong Kong and black.Although he always talks about killing the leader, he actually cares about that guy more than anyone else.

So far, the two seem to be getting along pretty well.

"Do you want to take a bath together, Chuya?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also soaked into the hot pool in a daze.

The moment Yousheng was submerged in hot water, he let out a comfortable sigh.

He is a vampire, if he doesn't intentionally control the blood flow and body temperature, he will easily enter a human suspended animation state, and his temperature is usually lower than normal.

He likes the hot bath to be warm.

"You said you met me before, Chuya?"

"Ah, that should be a mistake..."

"Maybe I'm not mistaken, I did go to Radium Boulevard to deal with business." Yousheng raised his hand to catch the wine tray pushed by the Japanese account over there, poured himself a glass of sake that was warmed by the environment, and squeezed it Dazai, who was staying and wanted to drink secretly, "I've been there several times—"

Yousheng squeezed Dazai's wrist, and turned to Nakahara Chuya: "I have indeed seen you, King of Sheep."

Zhong also took a breath: "You know..."

"Dazai's vision of making friends is fine. You are also a good boy who is responsible and responsible, but sheep may not be suitable for you... Forget it, these words are too disappointing, like directly poaching the wall. But, what God feels that you can't get along in your own organization, so you can come to my side. Dazai and you are friends, and I belong to Dazai's resources. As long as you decide what you want to do, I'm not very good at being a parent. Yes, of course I will support my adopted son."

"So, Dazai, don't be angry - underage is not allowed to drink alcohol, there is no discussion."

The wet boy Dazai was puffed up.

Chuya’s expression was ambiguous, he searched his memory, and finally came to an incredible conclusion: “I once saw a man who was very similar to you on Leibo Street, but that man belonged to the port mafia... It is said that he was from Hong Kong. Black cadres, we call him "Order Eliminator" in private."

"Huh?" This time it was Yusheng's turn to be surprised, "I thought you [sheep] would hate the port mafia? This nickname doesn't sound derogatory."

Chuuya's heart sank.

His guess is valid, even if he hasn't figured out the reason for the change in the opponent's appearance—and according to the "martial arts" when he first entered the house today, he is not sure that he can escape safely among dozens of inhuman swordsman teams .

The most important thing is that Dazai must know this, but he let himself meet with this cadre...

It's true that he hates Dazai, but for some reason, he hates Dazai instinctively but trusts that the other party won't really let him give it away with malice.

"Hong Kong gangsters are different from before." Chuya stared at Yousheng, "The current situation of chaos has not been changed much after the new leader took office. Only after the appearance of the order cleaner, the entire Yokohama backworld can be regarded as order. ...The children of [Sheep] are also much better because of this, so even if we hate the port mafia, we... I also understand that this is the work of the Hong Kong gangsters, or you."

"So that's it. Zhongya is really a good boy with a clear heart, pure and innocent, like a god."

Praising people as gods or something... When Zhong also heard this metaphor, he started to feel guilty with a thud in his heart.

So he pretended to be nonchalant, and sneered: "There are no gods in the world, right? Do you believe in the existence of such things?"

——For some reason, the eyes of the men who were chatting, drinking, and playing games in the big bathhouse suddenly became hot and meaningful.

Zhong Ye:? ? ?

Before he could think about it, the door of the big bathhouse was slammed open!

"Who says there are no gods in the world! Yato-sama, I am!"

Holding a small wooden basin and wrapped in a white towel, the god quickly withdrew from the temporary part-time job, and jumped into the hot pool happily!

Whoa-!

"Hey...uh!"

Zhongya, whose head was covered with water, was about to condemn this bastard who used the bathing pool as a swimming pool, when the young man who claimed to be a god poked his head out of the water in front of Zhongya!

He even stretched out his arms and pressed both sides of Nakaya, and there was an enthusiastic Chibian dong!

"I'm a god!" Looking down at the boy who was the King of Baa who was frightened by Chi Biandong with cold and oppressive blue eyes, Yato quickly entered a professional state, "A formal member of the 800 million gods in Gaotianyuan The only Valkyrie in Yokohama at present! Even if you have the power comparable to the gods, you can only be regarded as a false god at most! You can’t even see Shihua and monsters! But it’s wrong to deny if you can’t see it! Introduce yourself again, I It’s Ye Fighting God, we only need five yuan, and we can form a relationship. No matter where you are, just dial this number, and your Night Fighting God will be on call to solve your problems! Whether it’s cleaning the toilet or animator’s assistant, Just hand it over to Ye Fighting God, who is quick and easy to save! Five yuan, you can’t buy it, you can’t afford it, you can’t buy it, be careful, it’s better to act fast—oh!”

Xueyin hit the back of the head of the god with a wooden basin expressionlessly.

The business card flew out and landed in the hands of the bewildered Nakaya.

Over there, the two had already swam away while arguing.

Zhong also stared at the business card in his hand and the white towel flying out in the distance, and Mr. Shenming, who was currently naked, was full of doubts.

——Where did that person hide this business card just now?