Judges wait for you to grow up

Not long ago, Hasebe saw that Wanwu had brought in a batch of books. Most of the spiritual examiners didn’t like books with fantasy stories. The proprietress of Wanwu happened to deal with them cheaply. I bought all of my petty judges.

The man hugged those books as if he was holding a treasure. People who never go out at all, even more so, read books eagerly every day, and finally Jinjian knocked on the door, breaking the man's own world.

Jin Jian hugged the pillow: "Jin Jian has been obedient for the past few days, but the master didn't play with him. He only knows how to read books, so Jin Jian is not happy anymore. ￣へ￣"

The man smiled, stretched out his hand and called Jin Jian to the side: "What? Do you want to sleep with me?"

Jin Jian nodded, looking very serious: "Master, I heard that Wuhu Tui has slept with you, and I want to sleep with Master."

The corner of Hasebu's mouth twitched: "I remember you secretly mixed sugar in the master's medicine bowl this morning, are you also called obedient?"

"Why don't you call?" Imai turned his head to look at Hasebe, his silver hair drew a beautiful arc in the air: "The master obviously doesn't like bitter things, every time the medicine is made, the master can There is one bite left, but the owner of the porridge you made, Hasebe, has never been left."

The man who was exposed froze, and quickly pulled Jinjian over, trying to shift the topic of Jinjian to the past, but he still heard Hasebe's voice: "Master, if you don't drink the medicine well, of course your body will still be damaged." It's uncomfortable, how can you be disobedient?"

The man was treated as a child by Hasebe for the first time, and his expression was a little broken: "Hasebe, you should be clear that my body is not something that can be cured by bowls of soup and medicine, so bitter. Of course I don’t want to touch it.”

Hasebe paused, remembering the instructions from the main hall when he first came, but he still quibbled: "Although it is not good to say that, master, please don't make excuses for not taking medicine, your health is obviously much better than before gone."

Jin Jian also nodded and agreed with this matter: "So I put sugar in the medicine bowl of the lord so that the lord can drink all the medicine."

Hasebe's veins stretched, and he grabbed the stamina of Imakim. Later, Imjian's strength was no match for Hasebe's, so he could only be led obediently by Hasebe: "Don't make trouble for your prank! Excuse, Jinjian!"

The man looked at Jinjian hanging in mid-air, and put his frightened hands under Hasebe's, for fear that Hasebe would drop the Jinjian, but Jinjian didn't appreciate it, relying on the reason why the master was here, he even pointed at him. Hasebe made a face.

Hasebu felt that his temper was about to be polished off by Jinjian. The main hall is not worried and just takes the medicine. There is another one who disturbed the main hall to sleep, and Jinjian said desperately: "Hasebe You are just envious that you can't sleep with the master when you grow up, you are just envious of me!"

Hasebe sighed, feeling that he was a little narrow-minded, and just about to say forget it, but he didn't expect the man's next sentence to let Hasebe fail. The man remembered what Hasebe did when he first came: " That's right, Hasebe has grown up, he can't be like a child, guarding my door anymore."

Looking at the teasing look in Imai's eyes, Hasebe frowned: "The main hall!!!"

The frenzied Honmaru finally came to an end, but Imaken stayed behind, lying on the man's spare quilt with his pillow in his arms.

Jinjian took a few mouthfuls of breath from the man's bedding, as if he wanted to write down the smell, seeing Jinjian's childish movements, the man smiled dotingly.

Imaken rolled happily on the quilt, with his hair scattered to the side. The man took off his little top hat, then stopped his body that was still about to roll, and put him restlessly outside. The little hand also put it back: "Have a good dream, this sword."

"Master hasn't told me the story yet." Thinking of Wu Hutui's inadvertent chat with them today, Wuhutui's hidden show off made Jin Jian feel a little uncomfortable, so he also made such a request.

After thinking about it, the man realized that Jin Jian was jealous. Instead of taking out the book, he took out a harmonica from the cabinet next to him: "The stories I read these days are not particularly interesting, let Jin Jian play it. Is the harmonica good?"

Jin Jian nodded without hesitation, and the man touched the harmonica with many scratches, and put it on his mouth slowly with nostalgia.

It was a very nice song. Imaken had never heard such a song before. The tune was obviously very cheerful, but for some reason, it made him feel sad. He looked at the man, and the man's eye sockets A little red, as if remembering something.

Imai felt that he shouldn't speak at this time, he closed his eyes, still restlessly stretched out his small hand and grabbed the corner of the man's wide sleeve, and then slowly had a wonderful dream amidst the sound of the man's harmonica.

He dreamed that the master smiled and stretched out his hand to him, and then slowly lifted him up. His hand was about to touch the cloud. It was the first time he was so close to the sky. He seemed to see the rainbow after the rain .

Hearing Jinjian's breathing ease, the man put down the harmonica, looked at Jinjian, Jinjian closed his eyes, and laughed out loud, the man smiled and touched Jinjian's head: "What a good dream you had ?"

When Jinjian woke up the next day, he was in the arms of the man. He didn't know where he rolled and rolled into the master's bed. Looking at the sleeping face of the master who was close at hand, Jinjian couldn't hold back. , stretched out his hand and touched it gently.

The man opened his eyes and looked at Jin Jian: "What's wrong?"

Jin Jian shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that the master's face is getting worse, Jin Jian feels a little distressed." After talking about Jin Jian, he remembered: "Why did I come into the arms of the master?"

The man sighed and felt helpless: "Jian didn't sleep very honestly tonight. He rolled to my side when he fell asleep at night, and even pressed his quilt. I can't put you back, so I just let you go." Why are you still asking about me?"

Seeing the blush on Jinjian's face spreading rapidly, the man smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched the flesh that was not much on Jinjian's face: "Okay, hurry up and wash up, I have to send you today Go out."

As soon as he heard the battle, he didn't care about being shy, Jinjian jumped up, and ran to the door, but remembered something, returned to the man, then kissed the man's face fiercely, and said: "I like Master the most!" Then he jumped out bouncingly, shouting while jumping: "Come out ~ come out~"

The man felt the wet saliva on his face, laughed, and stretched out his hand to touch the place where Jinjian kissed just now: "I haven't washed my face yet, and I don't think it's dirty." He didn't mean to blame at all.

This time it is Minghu who is the captain. Minghu's work is reassuring. If you leave it to him to lead the team, the probability of returning safely in the end becomes higher. California Kiyomitsu stayed in Honmaru this time, and went with nail polish Find a man.

Obviously, California Qingguang can paint the nails beautifully and does not need his help at all, but when Hasebe is busy, California Qingguang sneaks up to the man's side, coquettishly asking the man to help with nails.

Every time the man is in a hurry, every time he doesn't know what's going on with the nail polish, it always sticks to his hands. Besides, the smell of the nail polish is not very good. Now the man still feels a little headache when he sees the nail polish.

"Nails painted in California are cuter." The man's smile was a little stiff. Although he didn't want to smell the nail polish, he still let him go. He took the nail polish and put California's hand in front of his eyes. He was still careful. painted.

Surprisingly, the man didn't smell the pungent smell, but the scent of plants. California smiled and said that it was made of plants bought from Wanwu for the sake of looking good. The man was relieved to hear that.

California is still very sensible in some respects. The man remembered the last time California asked him to help paint his nails. He coughed several times and muttered: "The taste of nail polish is really unacceptable." With this in mind and thinking about it, the man painted it more carefully, so it looked much better than before.

California Qingguang shook his hands and smiled happily: "Sure enough, the master's paintings are the cutest, and the cute Qingguang will make the master like it even more."

The man sighed, and it took a long time to get all the messy nail polish on California's nails. California finally brought a pen, corrected the man's unpainted parts, put away the nail polish, and asked Man: "Did the Lord notice that something I said has changed?"

After looking up and down for a long time, the man didn't find any difference, but California didn't agree, stretched out his hand and dangled the man's sleeve: "I changed the hair rope just for the master."

The man laughed and scratched California's nose: "California's hair ties are really cute."

Only then was California satisfied. Hearing the noisy voices from outside, the man said: "The troops that have been dispatched have returned. Can California help me to greet them?"

The swords brought back this time are a bit different, two big swords, two brothers arrived at Honmaru at the same time.

"...Oh. I was summoned to the mortal world by you. I am Taro Tachi, a practical sword that humans should not be able to use."

"Hello! I'm Jiro Bijin~!...Really~ Let me cooperate with you. Well, anyway, please take care of me from now on~"

The two brothers have completely different personalities. The man looked at the two and said with a smile, "Please take care of me in the future." As soon as he finished speaking, Jiro Tachi hooked his neck and put the wine on the corner of the man's mouth: "You too Come drink, let me pour wine for you."

Hasebe had just returned to the house after completing the follow-up matters of the battle, and saw the movement of Jiro Tachi. Just as he wanted to stop it, he saw the man gulp it down. Hasebe almost wailed: "It's over! Master The temple is poured in a cup!"