Two or three things about the rebirth of the scumbag

Neat and bright hands enter the room, and the clove oil exuding the faint fragrance of cloves mixed with tea trees is placed aside, and only the sound of the powder stick hitting the blade flows quietly in the room.

Inokai sat leaning against the wall with a sleepy look, and tapped the cracked short knife on his knee again and again. With the infusion of spiritual power, the damage on it was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wound also began to heal gradually, returning to its original neat and clean appearance.

I have to say that although he doesn't like crispy short knives, they are really fast to repair - thinking of the pile of knives queuing up behind him, Inokai felt a little heart attack.

This is the last short knife in front of him, holding it for a while, just like a primary school student facing the end of school, he opened the snack packaging bag that was prepared to fill his stomach, took a small pudding cake and stuffed it into his mouth .

——Well, wonderful.

Soft things are the best, all hard things are heresy.The judge was still expressionless, but his heart was full of flowers because of the fragrant and soft taste.

Sensing the veiled gazes from the silent little boy opposite, Inokai hesitated, and handed the bag to him, "Do you want to eat?"

It seemed that he hadn't expected his action, or that there was no intention of inviting in the cold voice of the judge, the dagger with white hair and red eyes immediately shook his head and stopped peeking.

Come on, eat or not.Inokai withdrew his hand and didn't force it. He turned his head and looked out the window. There were layers of snow on the branches in winter, but they couldn't hide the bright red that was trying to bloom.

Actually came back...

Even after confirming that he was not dreaming, Inokai still felt a sense of unreality in his heart. While chewing the cake, his thoughts diverged, and when he didn't pay attention, the sharp short knife scratched his hand.

"..." Inokai was stunned for a moment before he realized what had happened. He looked at the bleeding fingers and frowned deeply. He really wanted to throw the dagger aside and immediately wash his hands to calm down his temper. Mood.

"My lord!" However, the slightly flustered trill of the dagger on the opposite side brought him back to his thoughts. Seeing Imken's at a loss, Inokai suppressed the anger in his heart and wiped it on his clothes casually.But the wound caused by the sharp blade of the short knife was not so easy to solidify, and his sleeve was soon soaked with blood.

Now, Inokai's face was really dark.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Jin Jian was obviously a little scared. He crawled over and tried to press the wound on the God Judge's hand, but Inokai avoided him, and he was stunned. "Master, master, I…"

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door that entered the room.

"Excuse me, Lord Hall, is there anything I can do for you?" The dark blue-haired Dao Fusangshen knelt down outside the door respectfully and politely. When he looked up and saw the scene inside the room, his face couldn't help changing slightly.

After waiting outside for a long time, Jinjian did not come out. Mikazuki Zongjin was a little worried that the God-inspector was in a bad mood to embarrass him, but now he opened the door and saw the scene, but why did it look like Jinjian attempted to assassinate the God-inspector? !

No, Imai is not that kind of child.He calmed down for a while, and could clearly see the judge's bad mood and the bleeding wound on the opponent's hand.Sanri Yuezong turned around without hesitation and said to the black-haired boy leaning outside the door, "Yaoyan, the Lord's hand is injured, quickly bandage him."

After finishing speaking, he frowned and looked at the pale Jin Jian, and said in a deep voice: "Jin Jian, the wound on the Lord's hand was caused by you?"

Thinking of the irritable temper of the main hall, the Taidao in the Heian era couldn't help but feel a little headache, and immediately planned to confine Imaiken in the Sanjo living room for half a month, and then release it after the judge calmed down.

"Three, Sanriyue..." There were tears in Jin Jian's eyes, his fingers tightened his clothes, "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to..."

Before he finished speaking, a hand suddenly fell on his head.

"I was not careful," let Yaken Toshiro wrap gauze on his fingers, and Inokai touched Imaki's head expressionlessly. Unlike Wuhutai's curly and soft hair, Imaki's hair was obviously more silky. For smoothness and suppleness.

But that day, Kunai, who was glowing with an ominous green light, cut off the short gray smooth long hair and the slender white throat with ease.

Those red eyes were still wide open until the last moment, reflecting the tragic scene of the wreckage of Honmaru.

As if recalling something, he was stunned for a moment before continuing, "You don't need to train him, it has nothing to do with Jinjian."

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From then on, Shen Shen started his life of touching his head to kill (x

Honmaru's mood is usually very tense, and there is no one who dares to laugh when the judge is present_(:з」

∠)_All members are ooc, Sanriyue is gone hahaha

Anijia (well-behaved): But I laughed

↑ I just got it back, I don’t know that Honmaru’s sinister knife has no right to speak