Has the conscience of the winery been cleaned up today?

After adjusting his ups and downs, Qin Jiu remembered the business, turned to look at the demon and the man who hadn't woken up since being rescued, and asked, "How are the two of them doing? Was the soul stripping operation successful?"

When it came to business, Die got into the mood in a second: "Of course, if this kind of minor operation fails, the God of Light will definitely send me back to the factory for repair!"

As he said that, a small wormhole opened beside it, and a white clay-like thing rolled out of it.

"That human child is fine, and he will wake up after sleeping for a while. Jiu Tun is still the same, maybe he needs some external stimulation or something, but there is no movement anyway." Butterfly carried the clay and flew to Gin easily, "was I put the stripped soul here, and after you knead the clay into a figure, he can regain consciousness."

"...Why is it a figure?" Although this is the consistent style of Guangming God, the gin is still hot to the eyes.

"Because there is no suitable container, the figure can at least be made into a human shape, and the human soul can adapt faster." Butterfly said the drunken nonsense very soberly, "I checked just now, and the figure is finished. They are quite expensive, and they are not compatible with the soul, so I bought a piece of god-made clay similar to clay from the warehouse of the Kingdom of God.

Gin: "..."

Butterfly looked at the gin carefully, and found that his expression was a little weird. He guessed that he might think it was too much effort to make it with his hands, and added: "Of course, if you don't want to be too lazy to make it, you can just let him maintain the status quo. God makes clay It is an educational toy for children in the Kingdom of God, it is clean, environmentally friendly, cheap and affordable, and has no other shortcomings except the ugly initial shape."

He understands, isn't it the plasticine of the Kingdom of God?

Gin Jiu lit a cigarette, sat by the window, and said in a vicissitudes of tone: "The plasticine... God made clay, you can figure it out yourself, just make it look like it for him."

It's impossible to do figurines, and it's impossible to do figurines in this life. He can even draw a sketch and roll over in a row. What else is he playing with plasticine?

So is the soul, what kind of bicycle do you want?Give a cane a job.

Hearing this, Butterfly was strangely silent for a while: "My aesthetic and art module was designed and debugged by the God of Light himself, are you sure you want me to come?"

This is not a hint, it's just a matter of printing out the words "my aesthetics is unqualified" and pasting it on my forehead to announce it to the world.

"It's okay to be ugly, as long as you can see it." Qin Jiu understood, and quickly lowered the bottom line.

"Ok."

Being so trusted by others, the butterfly couldn't refuse anymore, grabbed the god-made mud and flew to the bedside and landed. The two tentacles turned into hammer shapes, and it was as fierce as a tiger to operate on the god-made mud.

Just when gin was lighting a cigarette and thinking about life, good news came from it——

"It's done!"

Gin responded, smashed out the cigarette butt, turned to look at the position where the butterfly and the figurine with too much meaning were located...

To be reasonable, he has really lowered his expectations to zero, and he has no requirements at all, but what Die Die created still broke through his aesthetic bottom line.

It was a clay figure the size of a palm... Oh no, gods made clay figurines, and their appearance was still human, but there was no hair on the top of the head, but a pair of antlers, the facial features were of different sizes, and the clothes were exposed With one piece exposed, and a crutch in his right hand, he has the impressionist aesthetic feeling of doing whatever he wants.

And I have to say that the crutch is really a stroke of genius, and its function is not to mention the finishing touch.

One sentence describes Gin's mood at the moment - the ultimate confusion of human beings.

"How is it?" Butterfly stood on top of the figurine, her voice full of expectation.

Gin was silent for a few seconds, and decided to answer honestly according to his heart: "I think..."

"The new weapons distributed by the top have been approved, and they are very useful!" Butterfly reminded beforehand.

Gin resolutely turned the topic around: "I think it's not bad, this crutch has a particularly mystical design."

It's not that he couldn't stand the temptation, but that the butterfly gave too much.

There are only two weapons he can take out now, one is a lighter that takes the auxiliary route, and the other is a silver knife with dual forms and high output.Usually it is enough, but it still seems to be stretched at critical moments. For example, he is still using a silver knife to prevent Ibaraki from sneaking away the wine in the middle of the night, so that the knife can only be stuck by the bed and cannot be used for other purposes.

If he had an extra weapon at his side, he would be more confident when dealing with Shuichi Akai, Toru Amuro, and Conan next time.Otherwise, if the vest was lost, he would not be able to single out the three gods with his bare hands.

A person who can turn a sniper rifle into a guided missile, drive a car into a magical car, and use football to show the world's nuclear-level demeanor... a fairy, definitely a fairy!To ask is to go down to the world for a private visit!Rebuttal not accepted!

"Well, I think so too." Butterfly nodded in satisfaction, fluttered its wings and flew away from the figurine's head, and kicked it to the glass floor-to-ceiling windows that can be used as a mirror, "Wake up, you've slept enough! "

Qin Jiu vaguely felt that there was something wrong with Butterfly's move, but in the next second he had no time to think about what was wrong.

The figurine's eyes opened.

Minamoto Raimitsu has been dead for thousands of years, and his name has long ceased to be circulated in the world, but turned into cold characters on books, a symbol of history, and even no longer belongs to himself.

His soul floats in the boundless darkness, as if he will sink forever, until he pays off the mistakes he made and the harm he caused to the innocent.

After so many years of ignorance, Minamoto Raikou suddenly felt a faint warmth, just like the warmth of a tired traveler who has gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers to the end, and the clouds disappear in an instant, and the sun shines on his body.

How can a dead person feel warm?It can't be a flashback, die again, right?

Minamoto Raimiko was thinking blankly, trying to open his eyes, and then he really opened them, and saw himself reflected on the glass window at a glance.

Rough antlers, casual appearance, but palm-high figure, everything reveals the joke that God played on him.However, it happened to be shrouded in a holy light, the shallow golden glow and the sunlight reflected, making him feel like a god, sacred and awe-inspiring.

Minamoto looked at himself in the "mirror" and fell into thought.

Just... quite bald.

Although he has been dead for nearly a thousand years and may not have such a clear understanding of himself before he was alive, he is sure that he did not look like this before.

What about his white hair eroded by evil spirit?

Where's his handsome face?

And what about his neat and heroic hunting clothes?

Minamoto suddenly wanted to lie back and sleep again.

However, Gin and Butterfly did not give him a second chance to fall asleep. They surrounded him from left to right, explained to him his current situation and the environment in a concise manner, and then Gin made a conclusion:

"Congratulations, you are the first figurine in the human world, which has epoch-making significance. I will write an application to the top and try to include you in the "Rare Species Sequence"."

In this way, he can rip off his boss again... Ahem, it is a reasonable and legal fight for rights and interests.

Minamoto Raimitsu pondered for a minute, carefully figuring out the logical relationship in Gin's words just now, and finally chose to lie down, and even pulled the corner of Shuten's clothes beside him to cover his body.

"I'm going to sleep, don't disturb."

Gin's answer was to pull him up to accept the reality.

……

Perhaps it was because of his death once, Minamoto Raikou's nerves were more tenacious than he imagined, and of course there was also the reason why Gin's lighter threat was too powerful. He quickly accepted the status quo and opened up to Gin and Butterfly.

"I used to be an onmyoji. It doesn't matter what my name is. Anyway, I forgot. Just call me Aguang." After the butterfly passed the modern language rules, Yuan Laiguang graciously changed the old Chinese into the vernacular, Suddenly became very approachable, "According to what you said, the era I lived in was probably during the Heian period, and I also know this big monster lying beside me..."

"Stop!" Qin Jiu shouted to stop in time, "Since you know him, do you know why he can't wake up?"

Minamoto Raimitsu controlled his legs and walked towards Jiu Tun. His movements were a bit rusty at first, but after a few more steps, they gradually became smoother. There were no obstacles other than short legs and short steps.

He leaned close to Jiu Tun and took a look, he thought for a while, and said, "I don't know the reason for his deep sleep, but if I can regain my previous strength, I can wake him up with only half of it."

Hearing this, Qin Jiu, who finally saw the dawn of completing the task, took the butterfly over without hesitation: "Arrangement."

Butterfly shook its tentacles: "Your power is all hidden in your soul, and I have not kept any of it privately, but how much you keep depends on the strength of your soul."

Minamoto Larimitsu didn't beep too much, closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then said, "Okay, do you need me to wake him up?"

Gin Jiu decisively made a "please" gesture.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Minamoto Raimiko took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body.

The momentum was so strong that the floor cracked, the glass shattered, and the room needed to be repaired. It even shocked Ibaraki who was drinking milk from the warehouse next door.

"The breath of Genji Onmyouji? It seems to be next door... Oops! Best friend!"

Ibaraki put down his half-drunk milk and ran towards the gin room. As soon as the door opened, he saw Jiu Tun, who was thinking about it, slowly sitting up from the bed, holding a small statue in his hand.

The statue stretched out its small hand to caress Jiu Tun's cheek, and pressed against his forehead, sending out a flash of spiritual light.

Ibaraki didn't know that there was a deeper meaning to this action, and he didn't even bother to explore whether there was a deeper meaning, because he exploded when he saw the figurine making such an intimate move towards Shuten, and threw it away without saying a word.

"Let go of Shuten-douji—"

Butterfly who is guiding Minamoto Larimitsu to replenish his soul power for Shuten:? ? ?

Minamoto Raimitsu, who was replenishing his soul power for Shuten:? ? ?

Gin, who was eating melon, reflexively threw the watermelon rind in his hand, directly pinned it on Ibaraki's face, and exhaled him out the door.

That is the melon rind from the Kingdom of God.

The boy opened his eyes, and what he saw was a room that was almost in ruins and a scene of people turned on their backs.