Something is wrong with Miss Yukinoshita

[Hey, this is really...]

The boy lowered his head again, and tried his best to squeeze the edge of the hat.

"Master Jirobo."

The girl spoke, and she looked warily at the Hirayama Daitengu floating in the air, as well as the figure in haori who dared to confront it.

"Visiting in the middle of the night, and also using weapons, why?"

"A group of little girls, heh..."

Tengu seemed to be sneering, but withdrew his stagnant killing intent, and the cluster of swords spread out as a single wing again, and returned to his thin back. "When did your Defense Department come in with a man talking nonsense, it's really rude!"

"The Department of Defense has its own reasons for doing things. Master Jirobo, it is inconvenient to say more about this."

"Foul words, insulting elders, disobeying discipline, Qianshou village magistrate, do you really want to keep this thief?"

"Disobedient to discipline?" The girl almost laughed out loud: "If you disobey discipline, get rid of it quickly. I will explain this sentence to Hiei-san."

"Smart teeth."

The Tengu seemed to have the intention to retreat, and his figure slowly floated backwards, and the mist became thinner and thinner. "The account of the National Defense Agency, the old man will write it down for the time being, and there will be a big reward in the future."

—What a dishonest old thief.

Mochizuki hooked the corner of his mouth, suddenly pulled out the sharp blade from the sheath, turned around at will, and slashed to the cluster of swords protruding from the fog.Iron-colored and iron-colored clashed in mid-air, and the broken killing intent plowed out shallow cuts on the roof. Picking fingers, shaking wrists, shaking arms, and taking every inch of step, there was a chaotic but deadly sword dance in an instant.

"It's a thief to grow old and not die. Can you please die quickly? You're so wicked that life is so boring. Old guy, don't you think so?"

"Shameless, noisy!"

"Playing backstab against every junior, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up with the heat even if you look for the reincarnation of the five grains."

"Shizier dare!"

Turning sideways to avoid the roaring slash, the blade in his hand painted a beautiful crescent moon between square inches, and broken feathers disappeared in the mist.The cluster of swords is already incomplete, but new blades are growing, growing into a hideous appearance, along the detached bones.

"It's three meters long, everything here is three meters long! There's no end to it, your fingernails will only grow this long after you die!"

"Junior Zhuoer, shut up!"

"Then just don't listen to me. It's just a few words back and forth, and it's not easy to swear. Alzheimer's is obviously serious."

The blade scraped on the sword cluster, pulling out stern embers, Mochizuki slammed away the fierce soldiers, stepped sideways, and slashed the scattered debris obliquely on the expensive suit from top to bottom.An astonishing momentum erupted, turning the knife, returning it to the sheath, leaning over, and putting on the handle, and the long sword sound resounded through the narrow sky.

"Good night, old man."

The young man raised his head, his eyes in the shadows stared at the tengu who had not retreated from his old strength, and an inch of the blade was once again swirling in the turbid current of the world.

"The next time we meet, remember to brush your toothbrush."

Since then, it has been a continuous chopping.The body was torn apart, inch by inch, facing the night sky behind him.

No blood, just lumpy cloth and messy white paper.

"I knew that a creature like a tengu would not be killed so easily."

Xuezheng, returning to the sheath, Mochizuki Xun turned around and began to deal with the problem that made him even more headache.

The trembling straight knife was already almost touching his forehead, only half a finger away from the center of his eyebrows.Qianshou Village was looking at him coldly, and said, "Report your name."

"My own people, from the Ministry of National Defense, that old guy just said it all."

"I haven't seen you in the hall, please provide your human code name."

The young man let out a sigh of relief.

"In Xiafei Village, Jianxin, under the tutelage of Bigu Qingjuro, was given the nickname of Badao Zhai, and the flying swords are passed on to everyone. Dare I ask?"

"Are you assuming that I haven't watched "Lang〇Kenshin"!"

The blade moved forward again, and the suspicion in the girl's eyes grew stronger.

"Well... vigilance is your pass, and there is still room for improvement in the speed of arrival."

The skin between the eyebrows had already begun to feel phantom pain, and the boy put away his thoughts of continuing to joke. "It's me, Chunjun."

"—Senior Chunjun?"

Qianshou Cunzheng still did not put down the straight knife: "Please provide a reliable proof."

Mochizuki Xun had no choice but to take out his mobile phone, dial a garbled code, and then turn up the speaker volume to the maximum. "Your colleagues can prove... Hey, this is Chunjun, brother is already asleep?"

"Ah, ah, Chunjun, do you have something to do at this late hour?"

On the other end of the phone was Zang Qingzhi's indistinct voice. The other party seemed to have just been woken up, but after hearing Mochizuki's self-reported family name using the code name, he was still sober immediately.

"It's okay, Qianshou Village is pointing a knife at me right now, and needs the Ministry of National Defense to confirm my identity." The boy said, raising his chin: "Ma'am, is that enough?"

"Mr. Zang Qing, please answer within five seconds how many cans of honey beer you drank today."

The girl narrowed her eyes, doing the final verification.

"46 cans, there's only so much in the refrigerator. Xiaoyu won't approve the purchase funds for me now. I seriously suspect that someone in the hall is obstructing it."

"It's my order, and Xiaoyu executed it perfectly."

The high-frequency cycle knife was disassembled piece by piece, divided into black pieces, and then spliced ​​together into a small box shape in the girl's hands.Senshoumura raised his arms, pressed the phone's hang up button, and then bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry, Senior Chunjun."

"...The secret language of the Ministry of Defense today is very unique."

Mochizuki cleared his throat, trying not to laugh out loud.However, the girl shook her head and seriously denied: "It's not a secret word, Xiaoyu and I both judge that Mr. Zang Qing needs external assistance in quitting alcohol."

"I haven't seen Xiaoyu for a long time. Is that electronic fox okay now?"

"On the night of the invasion of the Taketori Building, I suffered some minor injuries in the network attack and defense with Suzhan Mingzun, and he has recovered."

"Really, it's fine..."

The boy wanted to scratch his hair, but the hat covering the top of his head made him give up this action.

"Senior Chunjun, thank you for your action tonight. To be honest, my friend lives nearby. If it wasn't for you, I'm worried that she would be hurt."

The girl folded her hands in front of her belly and bowed deeply.

"And, as you mentioned that day, my junior, Senju Muramasa, asks for your assistance."

Group ①⑥⑧②Yi 771 six

Volume 107: Chapter 93 Chapter [-] "Eating" Delusion

The middle-aged man unscrewed the head of the cherry blossom shrimp and pulled out the gut string.The earthenware pot on the stove exudes the sweet aroma of onions, shellfish, broth and rice, while custard is simmering on a small fire, and the wall breaker makes a sleepy squeaky noise.

He slices the avocado and yawns deeply.

The morning sun shines through the windows, pulling out a few hazy bands of light in the air, birdsong can be heard from the canopy of the street trees, and the warm atmosphere of late spring infiltrates this chic dining room.Looking out, you can see the dazzling sky, and the already few-crowded streets are still silent, and the hydrangea will bloom in the near future.

Senshou Murata was in a good mood, almost visible to the naked eye.She hummed an old-fashioned tune softly, and glanced at the phone screen from time to time, as if she was looking forward to news from an unknown person, or just an unconscious pastime while waiting for breakfast.

"Has anything good happened to the village?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu poured the girl a glass of lemonade and asked softly.

"No... Ah, yes, I got the contact information of a senior in the industry."

"Oh, there are seniors in the industry who even Sensei Masaru admires to such an extent." A strand of hair was wrapped around the girl's fingertips, she thought for a while, "Senior Araki?"

"Senior Araki is from the manga world, right?"

"But among light novel authors, does such a person really exist..."

Senju Murura pursed his lips.

She really didn't want to lie to Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, but if she mentioned Chunjun, she would definitely reveal her identity as an officer of the Defense Agency.The girl is afraid that after her identity is exposed, her only friend will doubt her motives for approaching her, and even misunderstand the current relationship between the two. This is the worst outcome she absolutely does not want to see.

Therefore, Qianshou village levy had to remain silent.Her cheeks were slightly flushed due to anxiety, her eyes were erratic, and her rosy lips were opening and closing unconsciously. In the eyes of Kasumigaoka Shiyu, this appearance completely represented another completely different signal.

"Oh-"

The girl who can be regarded as "someone who has experienced it" showed a kind smile.

"Hua Jiang is already 14 years old."

"Yes."

The girl always felt that the eyes of the other party looking at her were very familiar, very similar to the eyes of her father Rintaro Umezono when he got back the report card when he was a child.Relief, emotion, and a feeling she had never seen before, probably called "reluctance".

"Little poem?"

"Ah, it's nothing, Hua Jiang will also meet someone who is important to me." Xiazhiqiu Shiyu wiped the corner of his eyes: "It's okay if you don't want to say it, I look forward to the day I see him."

Qianshou Murakami always felt that the other party seemed to have some outrageous misunderstanding, but since she did not reveal her identity, she gave up the idea of ​​explaining.

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"Everyone, based on the reliable information provided by Seiichiro, we may have to consider re-evaluating the relationship between Ms. Yukinoshita and Mochizuki."

With his hands crossed to support his chin, Kitashirakawa Tomoda had a serious face, and Oji Momozo was sitting next to him with a straight body, as if he was a little uncomfortable with participating in the "meeting" instead of his father.

"As for Ms. Kasumi's autumn situation, we have conducted a full discussion in the last meeting. However, the follow-up development has completely deviated from the maximum limit that can be handled by the plan. She is now living in the office. Seiichiro sent a message , Ask me what to do, how to deal with it?"

As a junior high school student who has gone through the second stage of middle school, Dalu Bingzang is already ashamed to the point of sitting on pins and needles.He knew that this group of old-hearted elders were just looking for fun, but he still felt that he should find a time machine to go back to the past and knock himself out when he agreed to attend the meeting for his father.

"However, Senior Xun actually lives with a girl, and not Senior Yukinoshita, this..."

"Emergency situations!"

The thinking was interrupted, the boy came back to his senses, and found that the old manager of the toy store Nobuhiko Tokiwa was waving his crutch vigorously.

"A little girl moved in from the third floor of the office, and she is having breakfast with Manager Mochizuki!"

"……Eh?"

The people sitting around the conference table obviously didn't immediately understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Eh--?"

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The seafood risotto exudes a rich fragrance and milky aroma, the custard has a warm salty taste, and the avocado salad shines with the luster of olive oil.Food with too strong aroma is not suitable for breakfast, but Seiichiro Saiba obviously won't be affected by such a small problem to his habit of doing whatever he wants.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Shouting this "established term" in unison, Mochizuki took the chopsticks, separated the shell, and took out a piece of shellfish.Xiazhiqiu Shiyu took a sip of lemon juice, scooped out a layer of warm yellow risotto with a spoon, opened her vermilion lips, and chewed slowly.

The entrance is the fragrance of scallion and milk that hits the brain, and the umami taste of cherry blossom shrimp and shellfish travels down the esophagus to the heart.The rice is soaked in the richness of the oil and the rich taste of the broth, accompanied by the slightly spicy red pepper, and the taste buds that are slightly tired due to sound sleep are instantly refreshed.

Then comes a surge of almost forgotten hunger.

The salad has the sourness of fruit vinegar and the softness of walnuts. The custard is sprinkled with parsley, and the lemon juice is slightly sour and sweet enough.The girl swallowed the food in her mouth, exhaled contentedly, and quickly scooped up the next spoonful, and then another spoonful.

Her cup was refilled, and the sides of the cup were a beautiful golden yellow.

"Slow down, be careful not to choke."

"Well!"

As if frightened, the girl suddenly woke up from the immersed world.She slowly recalled where she was. In front of her was a boy with one hand propping his cheek. Nearly one-third of the risotto on her plate had disappeared.

"...Mr. Caibo is still unreasonable as always."

"Indeed, it is simply unimaginable in terms of human beings." Senju Murakami nodded in agreement: "Please allow me to apply for dissection."

"Sensei Chiju would make jokes like that too."

Saiba Seiichiro served food to another table of guests and said with a smile.

"It's really rare. Sure enough, it's because I got the contact information of Lian... the senior, so I'm in a good mood?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's eyes were a little playful.

"No, nothing, I'm sorry."

Masaru Senju shook his head and continued to concentrate on the risotto in front of him.Her dining posture is a bit rigid, and it can be seen that she has experienced a good tutor when she was young, but her speed is extraordinary, almost twice as fast as Kasumigaoka Shiyu.

This is the meal requirement in the field drills of the operatives of the Special Defense Agency. Even if she is only 14 years old, she has already experienced dangers that most ordinary people can't imagine in their lifetime.Mochizuki Kaoru sighed softly, feeling empathetic, but helpless.

Moreover, although there is no evidence, the boy still feels that the phrase "apply for autopsy" is probably not a joke.

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