How to be a mother to Shanyi

My wife Shanyi swallowed her saliva.

Terrible, not angry, really not angry!

Even if he used his finger to poke a small round hole in the side of the brother's face just now, which looks like a not very sweet dimple at first glance, but this kind of dimple would be chased and scolded "your Don't you want your fingers?", and the act of slashing with a knife at this time did not arouse the slightest anger at all, and the brother didn't even give a reaction.

His expression didn’t change, his eyelids were half-drooped, his arms were still hanging loosely, his back wasn’t as straight as an arrogant cedar tree, his whole body exuded a feeling of fatigue, and so did his heartbeat, playing slowly He said, a tired tone that sounded like "do what you love".

Wow, so what exactly did senior brother do this afternoon, he was so exhausted that he didn't bother to get angry with him. You must know that according to senior senior's temper, it is like a pile of firewood next to a campfire, with a slight spark Flick it over, and you can "hula" it to burn extraordinarily vigorously.

My wife Shanyi has always believed that as long as the senior brother wants to beat him, then even if the senior brother has a broken leg one day, he will rush up to chase him with a cane, teeth and a knife. The senior brother's perseverance to beat him is as tenacious as No one can destroy the grass that grows from the cracks in the rocks.

Therefore, when this "lazy to reason" situation really appeared in front of me, my wife Shanyi really felt very incredible.

Still ninety percent eager to try.

"No response? Didn't even respond to this?!"

My wife Shanyi suddenly became excited. It may be that the long-term oppression has bottomed out, or it is too rare for the senior brother to have a good rubbing. It's okay, anyway, my wife Shanyi was ready to move immediately.

He moved a little closer with excitement on his face, his knees kneeling on the hospital bed had already touched the edge of the senior brother's thighs sitting beside the bed, approaching him at a distance that he would never dare to get so close under normal conditions, and tilted curiously Turn your head and observe carefully the face of the brother who usually doesn't dare to look directly.

How should I put it, he is indeed a handsome guy, his skin is really good...to the point of envy.

The complexion is also very fair, the lip color is very light, it seems that all the dark colors are concentrated on the hair and eyelashes, the brows are thicker, revealing the spirit of youth, but the ends of the eyebrows are pointed, just like my own personality.

Not knowing exactly what I was thinking, my wife Shanyi almost held her breath, squinted her eyes and moved a little closer, and even stretched out her hand again, tentatively pinching a piece of flesh on the side of the brother's face, pinching it outwards Pulled.

—Ah, what a touch.

"It's not a human skin mask."

My wife Shanyi muttered something, then stretched out her other short hand, which was shrunk because of the ghost's poison, and leaned forward to pinch the other half of my senior brother's face in an exceptionally symmetrical manner.

Yan Yue: "..."

Yan Yue wanted to roll his eyes very much at this moment.

I don't know how this trash's head grows, so I can suspect that someone is impersonating him—even if it is impersonation, it must be impersonating those "pillars", right?He is an ordinary team member who doesn't fit in, and has no money or power. What's the use of pretending to be him?What can you picture, that he was trained by the sound column hell?Or, does Tuhe have to come over and stare at the trash son to drink medicine after the training is exhausted?

Moreover, the trash son's courage is getting bigger and bigger.

Yan Yuemu sat in the original position with a face that did not move, his expression did not change, his hands did not move, he almost sat down and turned into a statue, his hair that was slightly fried at the moment did not have the usual energy at all, and hung down limply , didn't even bother to give any reaction, and let the useless son poke and pinch him in the face expressionlessly, without any fluctuations in his heart, and even a little sleepy.

——It's so annoying, this face is really stupid when you look closely, the golden ball is so dazzling, it's really in the way, is this really his son?

——Can this trash still drink medicine? He is dawdling, and if he drags on for a while, he will fall asleep in the ward directly.

Trying to pull his face to identify that this is indeed the original brother's beating fingers have been removed, the battlefield has turned into his long sideburns, the useless son has an expression of discovering the new world, and has been eroded by the ghost poison and shriveled to the point of being a little The short hands with purple traces were eager to grab the hair at his temples again. Seeing the bastard's excited expression, he was probably still thinking about braiding his hair.

——Trash, don’t you feel like you’re about to be beaten?

Huang Yue suddenly felt a kind of tiredness of "what should I do if my son is too stupid", and he was extremely exhausted physically and psychologically. If he had a cigarette in his hand at this time and knew how to smoke, maybe only a long puff of smoke could express him. mood at the moment.

——I have started to play with my hair. Are the ghosts and poisons only shrinking the limbs? I feel that the trash son seems to have degraded with his IQ. How old are you? Are you really sixteen? Six years old is too much to say?

Huang Yue's eyes were obviously filled with disgust, but my wife Shanyi was still immersed in the fluttering feeling of grabbing a handful of soft hair, and didn't pay attention to my senior brother's increasingly hostile expression.

My wife, Shanyi, was in an extraordinarily high mood.

——This is the treatment like a dream. I poked and pinched my senior brother in the face and didn't get beaten or even scolded. The senior brother's state is definitely not right, it's too strange, but it's undeniable...it's also very tempting Power!

——After passing this village, there will be no such shop. If you don't take advantage of the time when the senior brother is too lazy to beat him up, you may never have another chance in the future!

So my wife Shanyi took a long breath, her cheeks were even a little flushed because of her high mood, her golden brown eyes were shining brightly, at this moment he has been completely dominated by the fact that "you can bully senior brother", blinded He closed his eyes, completely ignoring the way Huang Yue looked at the dead, and even had to push forward to come up with another thought that he would definitely be beaten.

He rolled his throat and let out a "gudong" sound, then took a step forward on his knees, one knee even pressed on the thigh of Huang Yue who was sitting by the bed, and then just as the latter frowned, Before he had time to respond, he turned slightly sideways, raised one arm, tentatively pressed it on the shoulder still covered with the blue-patterned triangular feather weave, and pushed it back gently——

"Plop", the sound of something falling into the quilt.

"……Wow."

My wife Shanyi let out a meaningless sigh.

——To be honest, I was surprised that it was so easy.

He blinked a little dazedly, then looked down at his palm, which had shrunk to short fingers.

——Actually, he just wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect his senior brother to be so defenseless.You must know that he didn't use much strength in his hands at all, although he had already noticed the strange state of his senior just now, as if he was too tired to curse at others... But it was still very surprising to him to fall down after a push!

So what exactly did the senior brother do this afternoon? Not only was he too tired to swear, he didn’t even bother to get angry. He didn’t react when he was pushed and fell sideways. He couldn’t get up without swearing. It’s not surprising that he fell asleep like this while lying down—maybe it was because of perseverance that he brought the medicine bowl to urge him to take the medicine before, and he found out!When the senior brother handed over the bowl, his hand was still shaking a little. Now that I think about it, it was simply exhaustion, right?

My wife Shanyi moved her knees to the center of the bed again, knelt and sat next to the immobile person trapped in the quilt, bent down curiously, cast a shadow on the face of the upside-down person, thoughtful Carefully observe this rare special offering, brother too tired to talk.

...Well, I guessed right, the senior brother really doesn't bother to talk to him now, his expression is so calm that he is about to fall asleep, if he didn't lean over suddenly, maybe he would close his eyes, probably because he noticed that the light source suddenly disappeared, so he was lazy He opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Brother, are you angry?"

My wife Shanyi asked.

"... What do you say?"

The brother who was about to close his eyes and meditate finally gave a little reaction, and weakly uttered the first rhetorical question after asking him to take the medicine. Although it was still extremely short, it was so concise and clear that only two words remained after the modal particles were removed.

"Brother, what did you do this afternoon?"

My wife Shanyi selectively ignored the meaning behind this short answer, and continued to mutter: "It feels terrible to be so tired, the brother who trained me to see hell is so tired... …Unfortunately, I thought it was my brother who felt guilty because of his conscience, but I didn't expect it to be just too tired, even though it feels horrible."

Saying so, my wife Shanyi was still muttering and complaining, while sticking out her fingers to poke her senior brother's face, with an attitude of "ah, I'll get beaten up anyway, and I'll just screw it up". He even unconsciously traced his enviable sharp eyebrows and eyes, completely ignoring that there were two other patients and teammates in this ward, and muttered sourly as if no one else was there.

"A rotten character, he refuses to apologize when he's wronged, and likes to swear at people. What's more, his face looks like this. Why is it a senior brother and not a senior sister? Girls are so cute. If it's a girl, it's considered a senior brother." My personality also feels that I can be forgiven..."

The eyelashes are very long, reminiscent of the thick black feathers that the crow opened when it took off. Even the color of the eyes is not a rich emerald green, but a cool blue-green as if a little pigment has been taken away. Soft, I don’t know why, senior brother doesn’t comb long hair, but the sideburns are long, exceeding the chin, hanging down from the cheeks, and when they are scattered on the quilt, they look a little like girls’ long hair—of course , that fierce face is definitely not suitable for girls.

"you are annoying."

After lying down for about 2 minutes, he finally regained some strength. The lying on his back, Huang Yue no longer tolerated the useless junior brother's fingers on his face. Short fingers, then force with a deadpan expression.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of

The golden retriever who was kneeling next to his head immediately screamed ghostly and howling, the dirty high-pitched voice almost pierced through the roof, piercing people's eardrums, so Yan Yue let go of his hand quite speechlessly, holding on to the The quilt behind him rolled over and sat up.

"Why are you shouting, and I didn't break it for you."

"Huh?! Do you really have to break it before you can shout?! Even if it wasn't broken, my finger still hurts! It's too much! Just poking my face, I have to hurt my junior's finger severely , Where can there be such a brother! Isn’t his personality too bad?! Condemn, strongly condemn!!!”

"Tsk, I've been very tolerant, and let you be presumptuous for so long. If I hadn't shown mercy and didn't bother to beat you, you should be carried to bandage again now."

Yan Yue glanced at him impatiently, and continued mercilessly: "Hurry up, take the medicine, I have to go to rest, I don't have time to listen to you crying here."

"Senior Brother Yan Yue won't be merciful, he is obviously too tired to hit someone."

My wife Shanyi did not forget to refute with tears in her eyes, and then she was so frightened after Huang Yue cast a murderous look at her, she honestly went to take the medicine bowl, shrank to the foot of the bed, and swallowed it with a wrinkled face. I took the medicine I should drink.

"Ouch—it's so hard to drink."

After putting down the bowl, my wife Shanyi rushed to the bedside table in a hurry, turned green and turned over the bag of Jinpingtang, until she grabbed a handful of broken candy and stuffed it into her mouth like a hungry tiger, then her distorted expression returned to normal, revealing the expression of robbery. Hou Yusheng's expression: "Sure enough, sweets can heal people's hearts. I like Jinpingtang."

"What's there to like about that kind of thing?"

Yue Yue also regained some strength. Seeing that the task of the trash son drinking the medicine was completed, he stood up and prepared to leave. He had already reached the door with heavier steps than before. Behind him was still an unconvinced argument about justifying the name of sweets: "Sweets can make people feel happy! Even high-grade unagi is only a little bit more delicious than Kopeito, just a little bit!"

"The high-grade eel and Kopeito, which one do you want?"

Half of his body had already stepped out of the door, Huang Yue turned around holding the door frame, raised his eyebrows at the useless son who was arguing on the bed, and said casually.

"...Advanced eel."

"laugh."

——I still like eel, it seems that your love for Kopeito is not so deep.

So Huang Yue laughed mockingly, and then took the other half step out, and closed the door behind him.

After all, the swordsmen of the Ghost Killing Team are fighting ogres with their lives, so the salary can be said to be very considerable. Even for the lowest "gui" level players, the salary they can get every month is extraordinarily generous. In this way, Yu Yue's class at this time is "C", and his monthly salary is even comparable to that of some Tokyo traders with good business. It can only be said that the Ubuyashiki family has a big business, and stamping their feet can shake the Japanese economy, otherwise it will also support Not enough money for so many soldiers.

Of course, even the "gui" level players have their own salaries, but the food prices in the Taisho period have always remained high, not to mention the high-end eels that are expensive even in later generations. You can't enjoy it casually - the trash son has a really tricky mouth, and he specializes in picking expensive things to eat.

Yue Yue's suggestion was to be used as compensation for that trash being drugged, so as not to be scolded by the magic voice for a long time every time he passed by, and he still hated it if others didn't think it was noisy, and he didn't know how long that trash's voice was. Yes, he is too tired to say a few more words, won't the useless son be dumb after shouting so much?

And this kind of trivial matter can only be counted as an episode when he was called by Aoi Kanzaki to urge him to take medicine. In the next few days, Zhang Yue completely started the "step-child practice" customized by Uma Tengen for him.

However, although the difficulty of cultivation has reached a very high level, this guy who is full of "magnificence" and calls himself "God" still hasn't let go. He has to "get his approval" before he can be named under his name. The degree of entanglement is already close to the level of "God".

By the way, Yuhao Tianyuan's specialization direction is a bit biased. Before he joined the Demon Killing Team, his occupation was a ninja, so he would do a lot of crooked ways. Yan Yue thought that most of the training "Pillar" arranged for him should be about breathing. As a result, this can barely occupy half of Yuhao Tianyuan's arrangement-the remaining half is extremely partial to science, which makes Huang Yue, who is completely blank about this aspect, exhausted to pieces, otherwise even No matter how intensive the training was, he wouldn't be too tired to beat his son.

Yinzhu will stay at the headquarters for about a month, because some information about very important ghosts needs to be communicated and sorted out with the "Yin" of the headquarters, so when other Zhuzhu either returns to his own jurisdiction or goes out to kill ghosts, he can still relax. Leisurely trains the candidates for the stepson, and by the way, when the person looks uneasy, he will say a few words of stimulation, and the life is extraordinarily comfortable:

"I said Daoyu, is it because you haven't eaten enough to throw Kunai? My wife throws it better than you."

Yan Yue: "..."

——How many years has your wife been a ninja, and I have only been training for a few days, and I am already thankful that I can hit the bull's-eye, okay?

"Which wife are you?"

Yan Yue stabbed back in a nonchalant manner.

Yu Mao Tianyuan has three wives, this guy doesn't forget to enjoy himself while staying at the headquarters, and within a few days of training, Huang Yue saw all three of his wives.

He has different postures, each has his own strengths, cooks for him every day, and is very skilled - I really don't know how this guy can make three such powerful women give up their hearts. If the trash son sees it, he will probably turn into a lemon essence.

Even in this kind of period, bigamy is not something to celebrate, but the ninjas in Yumao Tianyuan's family have three wives for generations, and the wives are all beautiful and deeply rooted in him, so he was not ridiculed by Huang Yue at all. , of course answering:

"All three."

Yan Yue: "..."

——It's too shameless, I lost.

He really can't compare to Yuhao Tianyuan's face, or this guy's brain circuit is actually different from ordinary people. After all, he can regard marrying three wives as a commonplace guy. No matter how you think about it, something is wrong, and the degree of difficulty is about His language skills are comparable to Tomioka Yoshiyuki's, so Yan Yue didn't bother to get angry with this man who claimed to be a "god"—just treat him as Tomioka Yoshiyuki No. [-].

"Fugang Yiyong No. [-]" just sat on the edge of the corridor of the side house and stared at him for training. Neither of them spoke, and they lived in peace. But after a while, he suddenly spoke and said:

"I'm going out tomorrow, so let my wife watch you train."

"Oh, which wife are you?"

"Suma."