47

After dinner..,

Uncharacteristically, the Funereal Gods of Honmaru did not go about their own activities. Instead, they gathered in the newly renovated activity room of the God's Inquisitor, looking at and using the new gadgets.

Mutsuo Moriyoshi leaned in front of the super-sized high-definition screen. First, he sincerely praised the technological progress of the new era. Then, he happily touched left and right and quickly understood the basic operation,

He turned on the super-sized high-definition television.

The full-stereoscopic sound effects and the vast and beautiful natural scenery quickly attracted the Five Tigers Retreat and Koyazufumi.

As their elder brother, Zong Sanzuo was bound to stay in front of his younger brother.

Yiqi Yizhen, on the other hand, was defeated under the pleading gazes of the five tigers.

Every time he saw the same face as the dagger in This Pill, his heart would always feel a dull pain.

But this Five Tigers Retreat..,

Was completely unaware of his dirty past, and was not harmed in the slightest,

So cute and innocent that every time he insisted on keeping a distance, it turned into silence.

He followed the silver-haired dagger to the front of the television. The little tigers curled up at his feet,

And their owner leaned closely against the blue-haired Taitō, their palm-sized faces full of joy and satisfaction.

The sofa for three people was obviously not enough for so many swords to sit together.

Mutsuo Moriyoshi graciously and humbly sat down on the carpet.

Horikawa Kunihiro poured tea and water for everyone happily.

With the help of all kinds of housework, the Taitō and Candlestick Cutting, who had been busy since the appearance, also had time to enjoy life.

At this moment..,

He was being pulled by the senior Tsurumaru Kuninaga to play chess.

Speaking of Go..,

Under the professional guidance of Ryo Takaya and Jin Teng Hikaru every now and then, the Fu Mourning God could more or less play a few games,

No matter what their level was, but chess..,

For the Japanese sword of the Warring States period..,

This was the first time a young lady had ever gotten into a bridal sedan.

"Your elephant is in danger …" The white-haired Taitō stroked his chin and glanced at the "Beginner's Chess" book in his hand from time to time. He winked at the junior opposite him.

Relying on his age and experience, Tsurumaru Kuninaga only made better moves after he moved the chess pieces repeatedly. He was very calm and shameless.

"Ahhh, it's being eaten."

Lan Fafu, who was wearing a blindfold, had already accepted his fate. He patiently accompanied Tsurumaru Kuninaga to explore the mysteries of chess.

Seeing that his side was in a mess again, there was no embarrassment or urgency on his face.

"Hmm … Something's fishy!" His golden eyes narrowed slightly as he approached the chessboard to examine it.

Candlestick Cutting understood very well. In fact, Tsurumaru Kuninaga did not understand much at all, but he cooperated with him and pretended to be deep in thought. He pursed his lips tightly as if he was worried about the situation on the chessboard.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked for a while and clicked his tongue a few times. Then he leaned back, crossed his legs, and asked behind him, "Yao Yan, what should I do with this move?"

Jiazhou Qingguang wandered around the library and the activity room. He looked here and there, and exclaimed from time to time.

The decorations were too exquisite and beautiful.

He stared at the bronze floor lamp in front of him and could not help but sigh.

Gokusen Kanazane was originally nestled on the sofa next to the bookshelf, organizing the book catalog. Suddenly, he felt a cold aura.

When he turned around, he saw Tsurumaru leaning against the corner of the wall, casually flipping through the thick hardcover history book in his hand.

Gokusen Kanazane decided to ignore the other party's "do not disturb" message and took the initiative to ask, "Your Excellency, are you interested in history?"

After all, this was This Pill's Blade. Even if the other party's personality was indeed arrogant, as the initial Blade of The Inquisitor, Gokusen Kanazane would not let the other party feel left out.

The dark-skinned Blade glanced at him and withdrew his gaze without saying anything. He moved two steps to the side, crossed his legs, and sat on the single sofa that the other party had just vacated.

This obvious disregard made Gokusen Kanazane, who had always been good at acting, feel quite awkward.

Koyazufumi happened to pass by him. The purple-haired Fu Mourning God could only pretend that nothing had happened and cheerfully greeted the Blade, "Xiao Ye, what are you going to do?"

"… Mr. Moriyoshi is going to 'play a movie' for us."

Koyazufumi replied in a flat voice. There was no joy on his face. He held a box of discs and held it in front of the Blade.

Gokusen Kanazane hurriedly expressed that he wanted to go as well. He took the Blade and quickly left the scene of the accident.

In the activity room opposite the library, Gokusen Kanazane found that most of the Fu Mourning God had gathered.

The main lights were turned off, and only two or three wall lights were on.

Outside the glass window, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon. The dark spring night appeared a little cold with the swaying branches and leaves.

"It seems like it's raining?"

Gokusen glanced at the flash of raindrops under the eaves of the corridor and wondered.

"It is indeed raining.

I hope the crops in the fields can be irrigated well. "

Candlestick Cutting walked in from outside the door. Horikawa and California followed behind him, each holding a tray with empty cups.

"Dang dang dang ~" Tsurumaru Kuninaga jumped out from behind, holding a few large bottles of cola and other fruit juices. "Watch a movie, we can eat supper ~ ~"

"Mr. Tsuru, you haven't been eating well recently." Candlestick Cutting was a little strict. "You should control the amount of snacks you eat."

"The garbage in the room should also be cleaned in time." Gokusen Kanazane took the opportunity to complain.

"The residual smell of those spicy sticks is too strong. It makes me … not romantic at all."

"Hahahaha, you are a bad influence." Tsurumaru Kuninaga poured a cup of cola and handed it to each of them.

Unexpectedly, Candlestick Cutting and Gokusen Kanazane looked at each other and decided to stay away from the food he was handling. "That … that … we can drink later …" After that, they each found an excuse to leave.

"Is this something to drink?"

Tarō Tarō, who had been sitting in a corner meditating, joined the group of swordsmen and asked about Tsurumaru Kuninaga's "supper".

Tsurumaru Kuninaga directly poured a drink for Taitō.

Taitō took it and drank it without hesitation.

Then … he looked at Tsuru Maru with a strange expression, turned around silently and left.

"I have some snacks and other snacks that I bought in Manya."

The little angel Horikawa Kunihiro appeared at the right time, holding a basket full of real supper, and distributed it to the other Fu Mourning God. "Everyone, try it together!"

The group of swordsmen happily sat in the open space in front of the TV. Moriyoshi put the disc into the machine and bent down to return to the group.

At this time, someone suddenly asked, "Is Yamamochi -san not here?"

It was Kendo Shiro, who was pouring drinks for everyone.

Jiazhou Qingguang raised his hand. "I just saw him. I think he went to the bathroom."

"By the way, should we inform the master?" After waiting for a while, they still did not see The Inquisitor.

They could take this opportunity to ask him about California as well.

"Master needs to rest." After dinner, The Inquisitor yawned and said that he wanted to go to bed early.

Taitō, who was given a day off, explained to the new swordsmen of This Pill, "Let's not disturb him today."

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"By the way, did anyone see the wine in the cabinet?"

Candlestick Tachibana was puzzled. "I was going to make braised pork …"

The Fu Mourning God shook their heads.

"Then we'll have to change the menu for tomorrow's lunch …" Taitō muttered to himself.

*

The rain pitter-pattered down.

Ji Kai looked up at the sky. Before he could sigh at the fact that it was raining, in the next moment, he was pressed against by a certain figure.

A strong smell of alcohol drifted over as he approached.

"M-Master …"

Yamamochi stammered. His fair skin was red from soaking in the hot water.

Ji Kai had a headache as he distanced himself from him again. He tried to reason with him again. "Pfft, you're drunk."

"I, I, I … burp … I'm not …" The blond sword-wielding man shook his head vigorously. His emerald eyes stared straight at Ji Kai. "Master … I'm really … really … ready …"

"I, I won't let you … down … down … down …"

As he spoke, Yamamochi moved towards the young man.

If it was just moving, it would be fine. Ji Kai did not have to play this game of cat and mouse with him.

The scary thing was that the drunken sword-wielding man was completely unreasonable and liked to get physical.

"If you have to do something for me, then give me a back rub."

Ji Kai nimbly dodged Yamamochi's hug again. He shook the bath towel in his hand, trying to minimize the problem.

"No, no."

Yamamochi staggered behind Ji Kai. He did not know how many times he had rejected The Inquisitor's suggestion.

But he suddenly stopped.

He blinked and looked at the distance between the two of them again. His eyes suddenly turned red. Then, he lowered his head in disappointment and muttered in a low voice, "I know … I'm a fake … I, I can't compare to them at all …"

"I didn't say that."

Ji Kai was most afraid of people crying. He quickly threw away the bath towel and came over to touch Yamamochi's head. "Yamamochi is Yamamochi.

I don't care if you're an imitation or a fake. "

"Then why don't you touch me?"

The blond sword-wielding man's shoulders trembled as he asked in a low and hoarse voice.

immmmm

Ji Kai's mood was very complicated.

He did not like to lie, but was he going to say, "Because I'm not interested in your body?"

This answer sounded strange.

So he could only change the topic. "Yamamochi, it's raining.

Let's change places and continue talking, okay? "

"I knew it …" The sword-wielding man's head lowered. He bent down and soaked in the pool water. "You look down on me … You think I'm not as good as them …"

"Uh …"

"But it's not like that!"

Suddenly, Yamamochi Kokuhiro stood up abruptly. The water splashed out and splashed The Inquisitor's face.

"I don't understand those things, but I can learn!

I've already learned a little!

As long as you're willing to give me a chance, I'll prove it to you!

I'm not worse than any other sword-wielding man! "

He came aggressively, and The Inquisitor, who was just thinking about how to comfort the drunken sword-wielding man, was caught off guard. He even put his hands on his shoulders.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro suddenly kissed The Inquisitor's lips. Because of the wrong posture, Ji Kai felt pain from his chin.

Before he could recover, the blond sword-wielding man bent down and was about to dive into the water. Fortunately, he was stopped by The Inquisitor. "You, you, what are you doing?!"

"…" The blond sword-wielding man seemed to be surprised that he was stopped.

He tilted his head and looked at the young man. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He was stunned for a moment before he asked, "Being served … that … Is it uncomfortable?

That's what I read in the book … "

When did you read a book?!

The Inquisitor, who had already guessed what he was going to do, felt that he really needed to discipline this sword-wielding man.

Previously, in other games, because of his specific speech patterns and deliberate actions, similar situations had occurred.

It was quite interesting to misunderstand within a certain range, and he usually wouldn't deliberately explain anything.

He just did what he wanted. Under normal circumstances, as long as he didn't continue to flirt, the other party would quickly react.

For example, Hasebe.

The first few times he touched her, she was always ready to give herself to him at any time.

Last time, after they talked in the hot spring, she was obviously much more normal.

But Yamamochi … he just flirted with her a little?

Why was she still thinking about it?

She took the initiative to come to him and let him hug her to sleep. Was that not enough to clear his misunderstanding?

Could it be that he actually said one thing and did another?

He didn't hate this kind of thing, but liked it very much?

Did he take it as a kind of proof that the Lord doted on him?

So he had to do something to him before he was willing to stop?

If that's the case … The Inquisitor curled up the corners of his mouth, changed his mind at the last minute, and made a decision.

He stood up from the water, put one hand on Yamamochi's waist, and carried him horizontally.