[Comprehensive] Su Nippon Maru

The wine was drunk from afternoon to night.

Three strikes and falling into a state of frustration went through the whole process from being nervous to excited to crying and laughing and making a fuss, and finally tossing the house into a mess and then holding an empty wine bottle and spreading it on the floor to drool.

The appetizers prepared by Candlestick Cut were all cheaper than Teng Shu. After sweeping away the dishes, Teng Shu's hands glowed green, and then he held down the drunken dark knife and plucked the bone spurs like chicken feathers.

The recovery speed of the vine tree's ability is not fast, but in the present world, the power of the dark fallen Fusangshen has been greatly weakened, and the ability consumed by pulling out the bone spur is still within the tolerance of the vine tree.

But even so, Fujiki had been working until midnight before getting all the three strikes out.

With the help of the light, Fujiki checked it carefully again.After confirming that all the bone spurs had been pulled out, Fujiki hugged Yaken Toshiro.

Although the wine paralyzed the nerves, it was still not an easy task to remove the bone spurs.

The black-haired dagger was not breathing smoothly, as if he was fished out of a lake, his whole body was wet.

As the last god, Sword Fusangshen, his physical fitness is much higher than that of human beings. Even if they are thrown here, they will not catch a cold, but they are not as comfortable as sleeping in bed.

What's more, because of the bony spurs, these dark falling knives have been laying on the floor all the time, and they haven't slept on a soft and comfortable bed for a long time.

Fuji has no obsession with cleanliness, but as long as there are conditions, Fuji is a very enjoyable person.

So Fujiki has prepared dry pajamas for his sweaty sword Fusangshen, and is going to change them for them, and then stuff them into the quilt.

The black-haired dagger buried his head in Teng Shu's clothes when he was picked up, and was not alert to Teng Shu's movements.

But just as Fujiki unbuttoned the clothes of the black-haired dagger, he suddenly felt something strange.

Turning around, I saw Yiqi Yizhen got up at some point and stood upright behind the vine tree.

Vine Tree: ⊙▽⊙!

"One shock at a time?" Teng Shu was jumped, and after a pause, he recovered his voice: "What's wrong?"

"Don't touch him."

The blue-haired Taidao blushed, staring at the vine tree expressionlessly.

In the first phase, Yizhen articulated clearly, and his back was straight. If it weren't for the vibration knife shaking from side to side, he would hardly be able to see the slightest hint of drunkenness.

"I'll be with you, don't touch him." The blue-haired Taidao suddenly knelt upright at Fujishu's feet, and at the same time pulled Fujiki's belt.

"I'll give you whatever you want, don't touch my brother."

Yiqi Yizhen's golden eyes were filled with water vapor, and his voice was full of pleading like a dying nightingale.

Without getting a response from the judge, the blue-haired Taidao seemed to have made up his mind, and stuck his whole body up.

"what are you doing!"

For the first time in so many years of life, Fujishu was pulling his trousers for the first time. If he was really torn off, he would not be able to resist today.

It wasn't until Yiqi Yizhen posted it with a sense of determination like a sacrifice that Fujiki suddenly noticed the idea of ​​Yiqi Yizhen, and with a quick hand, he caught the blue-haired sword's chin quickly.

"One stage, one shock, what are you doing!" Fujiki stared at the eyes of the blue-haired sword, and asked sharply.

In the first issue, Yizhen was startled by the judge, his eyes were full of grievances and innocence.

Fujishu looked at him for a few seconds, and suddenly sighed heavily.

Fujiki has seen Yiqi Yizheng's body. Apart from bone spurs, Lanfa Taidao's body is covered with dense scars, some of which are only scars, and some of them are still not fully healed because of Fusangshen's physical fitness.

Ten years after the end of the world, Fujishu knew what these scars meant.

The days of one period and one recovery are probably far more difficult than he imagined. He can understand the thoughts of the sword Fusangshen, but...

"There's no need to do such a thing."

"You can treat me as the master, or as the parent."

Fujishu looked at his sword softly, but his expression was extremely solemn. "But as my sword, you never have to do things to humiliate yourself."

Yiqi Yizhen stared blankly at Vine Tree with his watery golden eyes.After thinking for a while, the blue-haired tachi tilted his head in Fujiki's hand.

... Forget it, what's the point with a drunk.

Fujiki was silent for a while, then smiled helplessly, and pushed away Lanfa Tachi's hand.

Fujiki patted Yiqi Yizheng on the shoulder, and gave instructions to the Taidao youth who was still in a daze, "If you can still move, help me drag the candlestick over here."

As it turns out, you can't say anything meaningful to an alcoholic.

This time, Yizheng understood the meaning of Fujiki very well.

The blue-haired Taidao nodded seriously, then hiccupped, stood up and staggered towards the black-haired Taidao lying on the table.

Fujiki looked at Yiqi Yishin's back and smiled, and continued to help Yaken Toshiro change clothes.

After successfully tucking the black-haired dagger into the quilt, Fujiki turned around and saw Yiqi Yishin's entire body pressed against Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, and the pressed black-haired sword frowned and made a weak moaning sound.

Fujishu took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the mournful appearance of Liang Zhenfu, and then rolled up his sleeves, stripped them down to boxer shorts, put on their pajamas and stuffed them under the quilt.

When all the work was done, the clock passed two o'clock.

Teng Shu turned off the lights, and the whole room fell into darkness.

When I was in Honmaru, there would be starlight coming through the windows. In this world, the white light of the street lamps would outline the outline of the room through the edges of the curtains.

Teng Shu opened the curtains a little, sat down at the low table and opened a bottle of wine, and drank it by himself facing the light outside the window.

Peace... so nice.

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Today is the last day of 2018!I hope the little angels will continue to be happy in 2019~