Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Zong Jue doesn't know much about love. Ye Gan naturally lacks the nerves to respond to the most incredible and unreasonable feelings in the world, but this does not prevent him from seeing how intoxicated people are in love. Happiness and joy, the kind of smile that overflows from the corners of the brows and eyes all the time seems to render the surrounding air an ambiguous pink.

"You've changed a bit, but I think it's not a bad thing." Zong Jue handed back the flagon in his hand to Nuliang Liban, and was not surprised to see that the big monster also wore a ring on his hand following the popularity of human beings in recent years. "Love is always a good thing."

Let the cowardly be brave, make the reckless rational, let the selfish be tolerant, no matter how cold the heart is, it will feel warm and satisfied because of love, just like the sun in spring melts the ice, so the gurgling stream flows down, bringing life and prosperity.

Everything can be bad, but love is good.

"That one has been staring at me for a long time." Nuliang Liban turned the jug and took a sip with his head up, his eyes filled with a hint of narrowness, "It smells so jealous."

No matter who you are, as long as you are trapped by love, you are always keen to let everyone share the happiness that is overflowing in your heart, and you are always willing to see others get what love brings you. Come happy and happy.

Zong Jue just smiled and didn't speak, turned his head and looked past Xiaohuwan, the sword forged by himself had a look that made him feel strange, that kind of hot, lingering, as if turning the soul into The feelings that are burning with fuel are completely different from those eyes that used to chase after him for various reasons.

"That's not love." Zong Jue said, "That's possessiveness, loyalty, and obsession."

It's just a temporary illusion of young people who lack caring, mistaking the strange emotions produced by grasping straws for love.

Nuliang Liban laughed, looking at Zong Jue as if he was looking at an obsessed fool, "Isn't love about possessiveness, loyalty, and obsession?"

"That's the worst and most vexatious thing in the world."

No matter how tolerant people are, they will be jealous because of love, no matter how calm people are, they will go crazy because of love, and even brave men who can conquer the world will bow their heads in front of love, willingly bow their heads and ears without any complaints.

What an unreasonable existence.

Nura Koban wanted to say something more, but Akashi had already pushed the door open, the boy's face was still flushed from the steam from the shower, and his hastily blown-dried hair was still somewhat damp.

"I'm done." He said, "You two, please come in and have a cup of tea."

The rest of the teenagers in the room are still in the bathroom. After all, compared to Akashi, who is somewhat prepared for ghosts and gods, the rest of the teenagers directly acted like hell, and they have to soak in hot water to calm down. .

"Just tell me to call me uncle." Nuliang Koipan raised his hand and rubbed Akashi's hair. In the concept of monsters, teenage children are just babies, and many monsters are just It takes seven or eight years to conceive, so Nuliang Koipan looks at Akashi in the same way that a grandfather looks at his promising children and grandchildren, "Otherwise Wakana always thinks I'm bullying you."

Akashi opened his mouth, still unable to call out uncle to the person in front of him who was older than his great-grandfather. Aunt Wakana was the youngest daughter of the Akashi family in the previous generation, and the old daughter of the Akashi family head in the previous generation. More or less completely raised by his elder brother as a daughter, you must know that a man treats a son and a daughter are completely different attitudes, especially this young lady is still married as soon as she graduates from college, and the other party is still that kind, but any father (no) will not The strange family that agrees, the family background is not innocent, let alone people, Akashi still remembers that when he was in elementary school, Nuliang carp came to propose marriage, and his father, who was not expressive, was so angry that he almost stabbed him with a knife Straight out the door.

Thinking about it this way, Nuliang Koipan, who was able to speak directly with a smile on his face without changing his expression, followed Aunt Wakana and made a circle of relatives at Akashi's house without any psychological barriers, was indeed an old monster for many years.

"I haven't introduced it to you yet." Nuliang Li accompanied Akashi and said to Zong Jue, "This is Xiaozheng, Wakana's nephew."

"You should also know the god who protects their family?" Nu Liangli continued, "He talked about you with me."

"This is Xiao Ye, Xiao Ye Zuo Wen." Zong Jue pulled his little hedgehog over and pointed behind him, "...Those two are his older brothers, and this one is Xiao Hu Wan."

"Knife?" Heizi, true, elusive. Zhe didn't know when he quietly stood beside Jiang Xue Zuowenwen, raised his head and stared at the solemn Taidao seriously, and said, "Fu Sangshen?"

"Hush—" Zong San put up his index finger and laughed, "Some things are better not to know too much."

At the same time, both Zong Jue and Nuliang Liban had already consciously pulled out their sleeves.

"Here, a meeting gift." Nuliang Liban, who is used to going out to eat, drink, and stay in hotels, doesn't bring much money, but brings a lot of other messy things, but it's not very suitable to give away, so I touched it for a while He just took out a few boxes of ointment, "External application is very effective for healing."

He said and pointed to the bandages and adhesive tapes on the left and right of Xiaoye Zuowenwen's body. The appearance of a child is always distressing.

Zong Jue directly stuffed the school guardians corresponding to the number of teenagers one by one, "Ask Sugawara Michizane for it before."

Seeing Jinjian working so hard to memorize books every day, all the God Judge can do is to help him with a dozen academic defenses.

"Thank you." Akashi put away the Omoru carefully, inexplicably thinking that those students with learning difficulties in the team might be saved.

"...Thank you." Xiao Ye Zuowen put the ointment in his arms, and the round ointment box collided with the round persimmon, so everyone saw a corner of the persimmon sticking out of his clothes, and he hurriedly stuffed it back.

The teenagers were exhausted from training during the day and encountered this kind of thing again at night. No matter how excited they were, they would fall asleep as soon as they touched the pillow after making the bed. Nuliang Liban held his mobile phone and chatted with his wife, so naturally he had no time to talk to Zong Jue. , Zuo Wenwen's Sanzhen Dao also found a place to rest by himself, leaving Zong Jue to look around, and simply opened another room and moved there.

As expected, Xiaohumaru consciously moved into the new room.

"The rain has stopped." He looked at the bright moonlight behind the clouds and smiled, "The main hall?"

"Huh?" Zong Jue stripped off the overly complicated straight clothes layer by layer, and sat cross-legged on the bed wearing the innermost undergarment and a feather knitting, twisting his neck, only then did he feel that his hands and feet were not so stiff.

"The moon is out." Xiaohuwan walked to the bed, with his back to the window so that his shadow could almost completely cover Zong Jue.

If you look down from a high position, Huang Quanshen will show an unexpectedly gentle side. The skin under the dark undergarment is too white, and the slender neck is casually tilted to the side, so the sharp aggressiveness drawn from the tail of the narrow eyes is softened. An indescribably wonderful amorous feelings.

Of course, this is just an illusion brought about by changes in sight.

Xiaohuwan licked his lips, blinked his eyes unconsciously, and then blinked again, looking at Zong Jue fixedly, the corners of the bright red lips were slightly curved even when he was not smiling, but unfortunately it only highlighted the coldness of the god of hell The sarcastic side seemed to be ridiculing something all the time.

He stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and rubbed his fingertips on Zong Jue's cheek.

Zong Jue chuckled, raised his hand to grab Xiaohuwan's skirt, pulled him down and kissed his forehead, saying, "Go to bed early."

"Well... good night." Xiaohuwan said, clenched his fists and then loosened them, and when he got up, he brushed the corner of Zong Jue's lips intentionally or unintentionally.

The moonlight tonight is very good, there will always be a beautiful moon appearing after the rain, the moonlight seems to be washed away by the rain, and it is as clear as a dream.

No one noticed that the moonlight distorted for a moment, and then quickly returned to its original shape.

After dismissing Xiaohuwan, Zong Jue relaxed and wrapped his head in the quilt, and with a wave of his hand, the curtains were automatically pulled up, blocking the neon lights and moonlight outside the window, leaving the room full of darkness and silence.

Compared with sleeping on the floor, Zong Jue actually prefers to sleep on a bed, especially a big hotel bed that is so soft that it will sink when you lie down. Put a pillow on the left and right and bury your head in the quilt, even if you know that the bed is too soft and sleeps too much You will be more tired and will not relieve fatigue, and you will fall asleep faster than sleeping on a hard tatami mat.

It is true that gods can exist without sleep, but if there is an opportunity to spend a period of time without any interruptions and want to relax, who would be sober-minded and have to be sober?

There are three layers of curtains in the hotel. It is reasonable to say that it should be enough to block all the light outside. However, there is such a glimmer of moonlight, as if it has eyes, sneaks through the gaps in the curtains, and slips into the room from the bottom of the curtains. The moonlight is extremely weak. , but also extremely clear, as clean as a clear spring, and then the spring water surged up, and the glory of the god was snuffed out by the master before it appeared.

—— Zong Jue's vigilance is terribly strong, and even a slight mistake in the light will wake him up.

The god in purple robe stood beside the bed and looked at Zong Jue. His eyes wandered from the black hair scattered on the pillow to the slender neck under the quilt, and then back to the lips that were still slightly pursed in sleep. Zong Jue was undoubtedly extremely An existence that matches the darkness, in the dark night where all light is blocked by curtains, he almost blends with all the blackness.

The god bent down, as if about to touch a rare treasure, a fleeting dream.

Xiaohumaru should have done it on purpose, and asked the master for a presumptuous kiss under the moonlight.

Xiaohumaru knew that he could see, and wherever the moonlight could reach, it was the eyes and ears of Tsukiyomi God.

The sour emotional grass grew wildly in his heart, making him completely lose his usual calmness.

Hey.

This kind of emotion that he always thought was a little ridiculous appeared unexpectedly. Yue Duming was able to stay out of it and watch his sister take away his father's favor and take away many things that should have been his. Being able to accept it indifferently is equivalent to being exiled to the edge According to the arrangement, his emotions are indifferent and rarely fluctuate, while jealousy is like a fire, burning his whole body with pain.

He thought that this time he might not be able to do that.

The god sighed unconsciously, and approached the sleeping Zong Jue uncontrollably.

It shouldn't matter if it's closer...

He convinced himself like this, and for the first time in his life, he felt that his palms were sweating nervously.

closer...

closer...

close--!

He saw Zong Jue opened his eyes.

Everything seemed to be slowed down countless times. He saw the weak twitching of the eyelashes, the slow lifting of the eyelids, and some mist in the eyes. It probably took less than half a second from misty to clear, and then Tsukiyomi heard a long sigh.

Yue Duming didn't stop, and Zong Jue didn't stop him either, he just watched the child he raised from a small Douding kiss his lips jerkyly, as if he was about to shed tears in embarrassment.

Zong Jue felt that he might really have to reflect on his education method.