The next morning, everyone in Honnmaru saw the manicure on Jiang Shu's hand. Everyone's sword patterns were painted on it, even the Kousetsu Samonji, which had not recovered yet.

It was said that the ten fingers were connected to the heart (of course, fingernails were also counted). The Inquisitor had placed them on the tip of the heart. The Knife Spirits in Honnmaru were floating.

Wait!

It didn't take long for their hearts to sink.

The Inquisitor's exposed wrist was painted with Kashuu Kiyomitsu's sword pattern.

This sword pattern was undoubtedly drawn by Kashuu Kiyomitsu.

However, the Inquisitor did not have a manicure yesterday morning.

The Inquisitor did not have a manicure at noon yesterday.

The Inquisitor did not have a manicure at dinner yesterday.

In other words, the Inquisitor and Kiyomitsu were alone in a room last night. Ten fingernails, five minutes each, took fifty minutes.

That is to say, they were alone for nearly an hour.

The Knife Spirit's heart sank when he saw the knife pattern on the Divine Inquisitor's fingernail. It was as if he had fallen into the sea.

Kashuu Kiyomitsu flung his sleeves, concealing his merit and fame. You may have made a small profit, but I definitely did not lose out.

Jiang Shu did not see the undercurrent surging under Honnmaru's calm. He was foolishly happy to himself, thinking that he was as cute as Kiyomitsu with his painted nails. Hahaha.

·

Ever since Mikazuki bought the Japanese server, he had less worries.

In the past, the first thing he thought about when he woke up every morning was how to put on his clothes.

Now, other than when he went out, he was wearing long johns. He no longer needed Imanotsurugi to tiptoe to help him put on his clothes.

At first, Imanotsurugi did not know where he heard the rumor of a dark Honnmaru controlled by Yi Zhen, so he started to rule it out. In the end, he found it with great difficulty, but he did not expect that the dark Honnmaru he had been longing for was whiter than the normal one. The blackest part of Honnmaru was probably Jiang Shu's hair.

Later, he probably did not even have the thought of leaving. After all, it was difficult to go from luxury to frugality. In Honnmaru, he was used to living a life of stretching out his hand and opening his mouth. Who would want to go out into the storm?

Although they were still arguing in the beginning, and it seemed that they were still doing so now, after Qing Guang gave up the idea of destroying the corpse, everyone got along with each other peacefully.

No matter what, the old man felt very happy as long as he had a sip of tea.

·

At nine o 'clock in the evening, Jiang Shu was already lying on the bed and preparing to sleep. Tsurumaru was everywhere. Today, he slept in Jiang Shu's room. Tomorrow, he slept in Candlestick Cutter's room. The day after, he squeezed in between Shortsword and Sayo. This was probably the benefit of being shorter than Shortsword.

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In the middle of the night, Jiang Shu went to the toilet in a daze. When he came back, he lay back on the bed and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

Hazily, the green light of fireflies passed through his eyelids and into his eyes.

Jiang Shu struggled to open his eyes, but he could only open a crack. A few Firefly fluttered in the room, and one of them stopped by his pillow.

He did not know if it was the bold one from last time, but Jiang Shu's thoughts unconsciously wandered.

He raised his eyes. When he went to the toilet, he did not close the door tightly and opened a crack, allowing the Firefly to come in. Until now, they were still coming in one after another.

Jiang Shu: It seems that as long as it's a Firefly, it's quite bold.

And it's a trick like a night attack.

Jiang Shu turned over and lay on his back.

Firefly had gathered in the room. They wandered around the room. Looking up from the bottom, it was a piece of green, like the Milky Way, with countless stars gathered.

When Jiang Shu tried to focus his eyes, there was a transparent knife in the air that was about to dissipate. It was an illusion.

Firefly stayed on it, and not long after, they merged into it.

They were like moths to a flame, but in an orderly manner. One by one, they covered the entire blade, using their own feeble strength to make the blade solidify bit by bit.

When the knife was formed, the Firefly outside the room was still flying into the room, dancing around the knife.

The knife slowly changed in the fluorescent light. The head, the limbs, and the body.

A small boy in a military uniform with firefly green eyes fell from the air and looked at Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu: It's really a dream. This time, it's a boy sent by Firefly. If this goes on, I don't even need to apply for a knife forging room.

Jiang Shu was in a daze. After all, Firefly sending him a knife was too unreal. He closed his eyes and missed the boy's stunned and disappointed eyes. After that, Jiang Shu lost consciousness and fell asleep.

"Hmm —" Jiang Shu stretched his hands over his head.

He sat up and saw a young boy.

He was sleeping in the corner of the room, hugging a large katana and curling hair on his forehead.

Jiang Shu patted his forehead. It wasn't an illusion.

He stood up, moved the quilt over, and covered the boy. He twisted the quilt to make it more comfortable.

Then he went out.

The morning in Honnmaru was still a little quiet. Jiang Shu stood by the sink and reached out to get some cold water. He shivered and forced himself to slap it on his face.

With a "slap", Jiang Shu's body shook. He felt a familiar touch on the back of his head. He wiped the water on his face and lifted Tsurumaru from his head to his eyes.

Tsurumaru smiled flatteringly and poked his two index fingers on both cheeks, making a cute shape. (〃\ '?\'

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Jiang Shu smiled coldly and shook Tsurumaru's hand.

Tsurumaru made a "Yiyiyaya" sound. When Jiang Shu stopped, his beautiful eyes were like two mosquito coils.

Tsurumaru slumped in Jiang Shu's arms with a dispirited face and let Jiang Shu pinch him. Jiang Shu took out a handkerchief from his arms and dipped it in water. Tsurumaru's face was deformed like a mother washing her child's face.

After struggling to leave Jiang Shu's arms, Tsurumaru didn't dare to look back and ran away.

Jiang Shu:?

(???)?

After washing up, Jiang Shu went back to his room. As soon as he opened the door, the young boy jumped out and stopped in front of Jiang Shu. "Hotarumaru from the Asu Shrine.

Clang!

The finale! "

Jiang Shu:

Hotarumaru:???

Don't you want to express your welcome?

"Hahaha, I'll take you to breakfast later." Jiang Shu touched Hotarumaru's head.

Seeing Jiang Shu's reaction, Hotarumaru was relieved. Last night, he thought that Jiang Shu didn't like him and closed his eyes when he saw him.

Hotarumaru reached out and pressed down Jiang Shu's hand that was touching his head. He suppressed the joy in his heart. "I'll become shorter if you touch me like this!"

Jiang Shu looked at Hotarumaru's hand that was pressing down on his. There were fine scars on it.

Pulling down his hand, Jiang Shu took him to wash up and then took him to the dining room for breakfast. Everyone was more or less surprised, but no one rejected it.