The whole world is throwing the blame for me

The abdomen is short fluff, the back is covered with blue feathers, and the tail feathers are spread out loosely, as if glowing in the sun.

It was such a petite and lovely blue bird that climbed up with Natsume from the stream.With trembling hands, he picked up Li Hualuo, and carefully held it up to his eyes, subconsciously even breathing lightly, for fear that the surging air would bring her down.

"Miss Suo Cui?" He asked in a low voice for the second time.

Li Hualuo didn't really want to talk to him, this kid seemed a little silly.The black peas eyes looked at the boy for a moment, then she lowered her head as if admitting defeat, lightly pecked the palm of his holding her, and let out a melodious cry.

After receiving an affirmative reply, Natsume suddenly relaxed and smiled.

At this time, Madara had already rushed to the forest, and the magnificent and majestic big monster landed on the soft grass like a cloud, looking over with long and narrow animal pupils, and spoke in a deep and magnetic voice.

"Could that guy Suo Cui leave you and run away?"

"No, no, I... Teacher, Miss Suo Cui, she, she just..." Really didn't know what to say, Natsume hesitated for a moment, and silently handed over the blue bird in her palm.

Madara: "...poof."

Under Li Hualuo's angry gaze, the big monster's laughter was rampant and unscrupulous, and he didn't hide the schadenfreude in it at all.A few seconds later, he slammed back into the shape of the Three-Flower Lucky Cat in the air, and the whole monster rolled on the spot laughing.

The kind that really rolls around.

Li Hualuo flew up with fluttering wings, and kicked Madara's head with her small claws. Of course, this weak force was not painful to the big monster. Small pinch of hair.

Spotted howling in pain, he jumped up to beat the chestnuts and flowers.It's a pity that Lucky Cat's body is under a lot of constraints, even if it is a flexible fat cat, it can't successfully catch the blue bird that can come and go freely in the air.

Natsume:……

Natsume who was watching was stunned, and Miss Suo Cui's original image of arrogance and indifference collapsed in an instant - how could it be really cold to be able to play such a game with Teacher Cat.

nonexistent.impossible.

It's all an illusion.

Probably because Natsume's expression was too speechless and he didn't know what to do. The two parents, who were having fun playing with the fat cat and the blue bird, finally came to their senses, and quickly separated in mid-air, keeping a distance of half a meter reservedly.

"It's the instinct of this body, not what I want to play like this, Natsume. Don't get me wrong." Madara said to Natsume very seriously, trying to shake off the blame.

Natsume: "Oh."

Li Hualuo, who landed on the grass, coughed lightly, finally found the correct way to speak, and said in a cold tone: "There is a problem with this stream."

——Just turn the topic to other places in such a simple and rude way.

Summer nodded.

The stream was gurgling, so clear that one could see the stones underneath, and the depth could never exceed Natsume's ankles.

But when he just fell from the sky, he felt that there was nothingness below, as if he had fallen into the sea and could not step on anything.

After shaking off the water on her body, Li Hualuo transformed into a human figure again, and there was still some moisture in her hair.She brushed her long hair in front of her body and walked over there.The closer you get to the stream, the more clearly you can feel the demonic power in your body being suppressed, until it can barely maintain a human appearance.

The stream was gurgling, as if it was glowing with golden light. It wasn't refracted by the sun, but...he himself had a golden glow.

"Miss Suo Cui!" Natsume called out to her in surprise.

The banshee leaned over, raised her sleeves, and poked her plain white hands into the bottom of the water. She didn't touch the fine sand that had settled down, and her arms kept going down, but she couldn't touch the fine sand that was visible to the naked eye. Pebbles, as if this shallow stream had no end.

"Natsume." Li Hualuo narrowed her eyes, "Can you see my hand?"

"No, I didn't see anything." Natsume nervously squatted down next to Li Hualuo, watching half of her arm sink into the stream, "This stream... is it a monster?"

"No." Madara also came over, her breath was a little unsteady, obviously also affected a lot, "This is the spiritual vein."

"A stream that never bottoms out and connects to the other side."

"If you're sitting on the edge fishing, you can catch anything."

"Such a magical stream?" Li Hualuo raised her eyebrows with great interest, although she couldn't see her hands, she could still feel them.She made a gesture of grabbing something casually, her whole body froze suddenly, and subconsciously glanced at Madara, "...I seem to have caught something."

"No, to be precise, it should be caught by something."

Natsume:"……"

spot:"……"

A huge cloud came from nowhere and covered the sun above their heads, bringing a huge shadow, and the water in the stream was still shining brightly, like finely divided gold moving with the water, flamboyant and unscrupulous.

Feeling that the strength of the hand holding her was getting weaker, Li Hualuo tentatively asked: "Did I drag this guy up?"

Madara was silent for a few seconds: "Up to you."

Natsume opened his mouth, and asked more practically, "Will it be dangerous?"

"Well, maybe there is."

Li Hualuo answered very casually. Before Natsume could respond, she withdrew her hand abruptly and pulled the creature that had grabbed her out of her spirit veins.

The dull red instantly dyed the clear stream red, and the rust-like smell spread to the noses of the three present.The creature that was pulled up fell on the grass, making a dull sound.

The clouds covering the sky slowly moved away, and the sun shone down again, brightening the vision.

They could clearly see each other's clothes that should have been white, but were stained black and brown by blood. The feeling of the cold stream soaking the wound was absolutely uncomfortable, but he closed his eyes tightly, his face was as pale as paper, and he didn't even groan. Hum.

"Oh?" Madara made a sound of interest.

"This person..." Natsume was a little uncertain. He looked at the man with serious injuries written all over his body, "Is he a human?"

"It's human." Madara leaned over and sniffed, "but it's not a human in this world."

"He smells like a battlefield."

Madara said lazily, "What do you think, Sotri?"

Not answered.

"Miss Suo Cui?" Natsume's uneasy voice sounded.

Spot turned to look over.

Between the shadows and the light, the wind blew across the grass, and the banshee stood there blankly, like a frozen blue flame, her black eyes showed no emotion, but showed a kind of almost frozen dazedness .

"You know this guy?" Madara asked.

"No—" She vetoed it almost immediately, her voice suddenly raised and lowered, "...I don't know."

Closing her eyes, the banshee was silent for a moment, and repeated it again, her tone sounded weak like dewdrops that would disperse when the wind blows in the morning.

"I do not know him."

Sotri was not supposed to know this seriously wounded soldier from another world.

There is no chance of them ever meeting.

Baba smiled coldly.

"I... I'm going to find some medicine that can be used." Natsume whispered, turned and ran away.

It took a long time to run from here to the town. Fortunately, he met a few monsters he knew before on the road. After hearing that Natsume was looking for wound medicine, he enthusiastically gave him a lot of things that humans could use.Saved a whole lot of time.

When Natsume ran back holding the medicine and bandages, what he saw was the banshee kneeling beside the wounded in another world, silently wiping the dirt on his face with her cuff.

"Miss Sotri... I'm back."

Natsume handed things over.

Li Hualuo looked up and smiled at him, took a clean cloth from inside, dipped it in the stream water and continued to wipe the wounds of the unconscious wounded.

The atmosphere was stagnant and a little breathless.

Silently handing over the needed things for Li Hualuo, Natsume quietly glanced at Madara, his cat teacher was rolling on the grass, flapping the flying butterflies, having a great time.

What should I say...

It always feels like nothing is right at this time.

Miss Suo Cui should know this person... If that's the case, why do you say that you don't know him.

Natsume was a little puzzled, but seeing Li Hualuo's expression seemed to be a very serious question, he thought about it for a while, and decided not to ask anything.

The stream water successfully washed away the thick ointment that was originally applied on this guy's body, so Li Hualuo could only help him apply it again.It was clear that when the two separated, they were still clean, but now they look seriously injured again.Obviously judging from the degree of wound healing, it hasn't been too long.

Li Hualuo sighed.

She cleaned up everything she could, leaving the rest to Natsume.After all, it wasn't Suo Cui who knew this guy so well that it didn't matter, it was the chestnut girl who had died with Yetu.

Natsume, who had never encountered so many wounds, worriedly followed Li Hualuo's instructions to wash the wound, apply medicine, and bandage it. Had a great time by myself.The wound that had just stopped bleeding suddenly burst out with blood streaks again. Natsume was so frightened that his hands trembled, and his strength unconsciously increased a little.

Natsume was stiff and at a loss.

Ban Gululu, who had been playing for a long time, rolled to lie down next to the students, and leaned over to see this different world.

Lihualuo and Lihualuo's brains were stunned for a moment, and they transformed back into the blue bird's body completely by instinct, flapped their small wings, flew up, landed on top of Xiamu's head and lay down.Pretend that you are an innocent and poor chick and nothing just happened.

Natsume suddenly had something extra on top of his head: "..."

It's not that heavy.

It felt like a feather fell on it.

The three of them adjusted their positions, and the lying person slowly opened his eyes, the blood-colored eyes filled with lingering haze.

The sun shining on his body brought warmth, and the wound was aching, which was the feeling after taking the medicine... This kind of familiar feeling of being picked up by someone after a serious injury should not be too strong, he was completely stunned involuntarily, Only then slowly turned his gaze to the side.

"That, that... my name is Natsume Takashi." The boy gestured to the wound medicine in his hand, and asked nervously, "Well, you... how do you feel?"

He didn't know if he was expecting something, but at this moment, a subtle disappointment did flash in his heart.

"Hello."

He said hoarsely, "I'm Sakata Gintoki."