save the judge

The little princess Anna of Barbara was sitting in front of the bar, with her short legs hanging in the air, a glass of strawberry juice in front of her, and she was staring intently at the few red glass beads rolling on the table.

Hearing Kusanagi Izumo's words, she turned her head and looked at the door. The moment her eyes touched Jinguji Izumi, there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth: "...Izumi."

The little girl always calls her by her first name regardless of her relationship. No matter how careful the big men in the bar are, they can't pay attention to all aspects of children's education. To be honest, Anna can grow into such a well-behaved girl in a bar full of alcohol and tobacco. The appearance has simply exceeded Jingujiquan's expectations. Although the little girl looks a bit too reticent, but girls...it seems normal to be quiet.

Jingujiquan walked in, Kusanagi Izumo's eyes naturally fell on the fusangshen behind him, raised his eyebrows, showing a little surprise: "Welcome - it's been a long time since so many guests have come to my bar. , Is this going to hold some kind of event?"

As he said this, his eyes behind the sunglasses had already settled on one of the very familiar people.

It was a child with silvery white hair, big bright emerald green eyes, and handsome facial features. He was dressed in a dark green and almost black military uniform, showing two fair and beautiful legs, and carrying a big sword taller than him on his back.

Sensing his gaze, the child turned his attention away from a nearby pendant, and smiled at the blond bar owner with his eyes bent, showing a small canine tooth, which looked really harmless and cute .

But this smile made Kusanagi feel chills for some reason.

As the chief strategist of Barbara, he is a rare person in this violent organization who fights with his head.

In particular, the area guarded by Barbara itself is an area where gangsters and smuggling organizations gather. His boss is an intuitive who only likes to use his hands and does not like to use his brain. Of course, Kusanagi couldn't just be a bar owner when it comes to feeding a hundred people.

From this child, he felt something like them.

The smell of blood oozes.

It's unbelievable, just a kid...

Kusanagi frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked at others.

The people brought by Jinguji were of different ages. The tall ones could reach the door frame without bowing their heads, while the short ones looked like students who skipped classes from elementary schools. There were geisha and white-collar workers, some in suits and some in kimonos. And monks in cassocks!

Kusanagi almost collapsed after seeing it clearly, what happened, which temple closed down? !There are still three monks of the same style and different colors!Even the hair color is different...

The poor bar owner has never seen such a wonderful sight in his life, and he never imagined that one day he will entertain monks... Wait, can monks drink?Doesn't that count as breaking the precept?And that's obviously still a child, right?It's the child!

——Obviously a child, what is the matter with the lingering gloom that permeates the bone marrow?besides……

They share the same sense of danger.

They and Jingujiquan definitely don't look like people from the same world.

Kusanagi chewed on his cigarette, feeling that the thing he encountered was a little tricky for the first time.

The young man who was unaware of the situation he was in smiled and knocked on the bar: "Boss?"

Kusanagi Izumo took a deep breath and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "What do you want to drink?"

Jingongjiquan raised two fingers to him, but before he could speak, another deep and steady adult voice sounded first: "General, have you forgotten what you just said?"

Kusanagi and Jinguji looked together, and the boy with black hair and purple pupils stood aside with a peaceful expression, but his words were bright reminders.

"Uh...Yakuken...I'll just have a drink, really! You can't drink while I drink water? That's too embarrassing!" Jingujiquan plausibly defended, while hurriedly ordering Kusanagi, "Mat malt whisky!"

"General!" The black-haired boy frowned, and his face sank a bit.

It's hard to imagine that a child could have such a thing as "majesty", but Kusanagi Izumo felt that it was not an aura formed by simple anger, but an aura created by bearing certain responsibilities for a long time.

Moreover, Kusanagi noticed his address keenly.

general?What kind of ancient title is this...

Kusanagi looked thoughtfully at Jinguji bargaining with the young man. Although the young man's refusal was very firm, his attitude towards Jinguji was respectful, not like a simple subordinate or boss, nor a junior advising an elder , if you have to say it... It's exactly the way the retainers faced the lord in ancient times.

Kusanagi has a good memory, so he also remembered what he called Izumi Jinguji the last time he saw the silver-haired child.

main hall.

"You really can't drink...Wait, do you still want to smoke? Don't lie! Your eyes obviously don't say that!"

"Just a cup!"

"Not even half a glass!"

"Do you want me to watch you drink?!"

"I won't drink! - chaos! You are not allowed to drink!"

Startled by Yaoken who suddenly turned his head to look over, Ranto Shiro hurriedly put his hands behind his back, looked back innocently and blankly: "I'm not drinking!"

A little cat-like tiger came out from behind Rantoshiro's feet, limped its four hairy legs, and walked a few steps in a crooked manner like a drunk man, and then lay down on the ground with its fur belly upturned. Regularly rising and falling with the breathing, a small tip of the tongue sticks out, and snoring in a similar way from time to time.

chaos:"……"

Drug Research: "..."

Five Tigers retreat: "... woo..."

The white-haired dagger hiccupped in fright, Ranto Shiro moved his toes, and under Yaoken's terrifying sight, he pursed his lips and smiled coquettishly: "Oh, I just let it smell it... "

Seeing that Yaoken's attention was diverted, Jingujiquan quickly waved his hand to Kusanagi, and then pointed to the wine cabinet. Kusanagi Izumo reluctantly took out the whiskey with only half a bottle left and handed it to him. As soon as the bottle was hidden behind him, he turned around and was about to slip away.

As soon as he made such a move, Kusanagi realized that the clothes on his body were actually the uniform of the young group.

Just wearing the blue clothes of the blue team to the base camp of the red team... really...

Kusanagi covered his forehead and sighed, secretly thankful that the group of hot-blooded guys were not in the bar, otherwise he didn't know what would happen now.

Then he couldn't help laughing, and shook his head, no matter what relationship Jingujiquan has with them, as a friend, as long as he shows up when he needs it, it doesn't matter what else.

Jingujiquan quietly slipped to an unobtrusive corner, and the next moment, another person walked to the bar.

Kusanagi stopped lighting his cigarette: "What would the guest want?"

The man in front of the bar had short, warbler-colored hair, slightly curled to cover one eye, with a friendly smile on his face, handsome and gentle, the only problem was... the look in his eyes was too similar to Grandpa saw the kindness of grandson!

Kusanagi complained in his heart.

Then, he heard the man ask him, "Excuse me...do you have any tea? The kind with tea leaves."

...Wait, what did you say?have what?

He looked at the three monks sitting in a row on the sofa with three identical glasses of tomato juice in front of them, and at the various dots asking for spinach juice, hot Coke, and even orange juice with cold cream in it Shan, the hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, today is definitely the biggest professional challenge he has encountered since he took over the bar!

——When Xiao Seli asked to add red bean paste to the wine, it doesn't count!

With this bottle of loot in his pocket, Jingong Jiquan managed to escape Fu Sangshen's encirclement and slipped out.

It was already dark outside, the bar was at an intersection, but few people would pass by, it was a quiet place amidst the noise, the sky was still bright orange red like blood, and the evening cloud ash was as thin as smoke nearby, and with the naked eye Visible speed turns into chestnut purple, and finally into bird plum purple, like a whole piece of crystal with clear light, the beauty of a little bit of refraction and transformation can make people tremble.

Jingujiquan watched the magnificent sky change almost obsessively, and moved when his feet were a little numb, and walked forward along the street that was slowly lighting up.

Tomorrow is Anna's birthday, and he doesn't seem to have any good birthday presents... How about going shopping now?

The dark blue uniform looks nice, but it really can't resist the cold wind. He shook the wine bottle in his hand, pulled out the cork and took a sip directly into his mouth.

The delicate and mellow wine slid into the mouth, and then a blazing fire ignited in the throat.

The heat with a little pain made Jinguji's brows and eyes stretch for a moment, and he sighed in satisfaction.

So, if you are not alive, how can you feel such heat and such reality?

"Drinking alone outside is an interesting hobby, Jinguji-kun."

A low and joyful voice sounded from behind. Jinguji shook his hand and almost smashed the wine bottle to the ground. He turned his head back in horror, and his eyes immediately became a little more strange: "...Director?"

Maybe he was going out during non-official hours at night, Reji Munakata did not wear the straight and serious uniform, but a simple white shirt and jeans, and he was holding a...

...carrying a stuffed bear.

Jingujiquan may have been looking at the bear for a long time, Munakata Reji pushed his glasses: "Birthday gift. I heard that children like this kind of toy, and I wanted to give a set of puzzles..."

No matter how he heard his voice, he felt regretful.

Jingu Jiquan was a little surprised, after all, Munakata really didn't look like someone who would buy gifts for children.

Munakata suddenly moved closer, so close that he could clearly see the pair of cold, bluish purple pupils behind the lenses.

Jinguji has discovered his problem a long time ago. It may be because of his short-sightedness and because of his strong desire to control. Sometimes Reji Munakata likes to press people's heads very close to talk. It's just...

"It's still a bit cold at night, Mr. Jinguji, don't stay outside for too long. I will feel sorry for your subordinates if they get sick. Also, your body shouldn't drink alcohol, so I'll confiscate this first."

The man's deep voice sounded, he was still smiling slightly, with bright and gentle light in his eyes, and lightly took the bottle of wine from Jingujiquan's hand.

Then he took a step back and nodded politely to Izumi Jinguji: "Then, goodbye, Mr. Jinguji."

Jingujiquan was still baffled until he walked a long way. Is this Munakata Reishi sick?If you want to drink, can't you buy it by yourself, and you have to take someone else's——

Wait, his wine!

Jingongjiquan stopped suddenly, the expression on his face distorted a few times, this is the undercover agent sent by Yaoyan!

He moved forward angrily, and before he found a liquor store, a head of red hair came into view.

As if feeling his gaze, the man turned his head slightly, his thick golden eyes raised lazily, like a lion waking up.

... The fleeting time is unfavorable!How do you meet them wherever you go?