HBWnovel Chapter 78 Two Sad Quilts
Chapter 78 Two Sad Quilts
Why dreams are called "dreams" is naturally because most of them are pure dreams.
What fantasies go to get the quilt after pretending to be calm and say "let's rest", what calmly only spreads a quilt, and then let the matter be done when the brother didn't react or was too lazy to think about the reason, and then use "Anyway Just sleep and do nothing" to brainwash me, and then be able to achieve a good night without guilt (even though I didn't have any at all) - anyway, no matter what my wife Zenitsu thinks, the truth will be cut off at the beginning.
"It's long-winded, it's up to you to say it."
Yan Yue squinted his eyes to look at the sky, didn't say anything against it, just nodded in acquiescing, and closed the window with his hands raised.
The work and rest time of Huajie is completely opposite to the usual sunrise and sunset. The current sky is slightly bright, which is the time when the whole Yoshihara is about to fall asleep as a whole. On the contrary, when the sky is close to afternoon and dusk, when the sun is close to sunset, it is also Yoshihara The stage of waking up and getting ready for the night's work.
Yato is still staying in Huajie, which is more convenient for him. After all, this makeup can't be welded to the face, but it is easy to wear makeup when sweating and scratching. Resting with makeup seems to be harmful to the skin, so I still need this every day The out-of-the-ordinary Wo Jinshen came to repaint him... The only troublesome thing is probably how to avoid this trash after having a headache.
Yan Yue doesn't really want my wife Shanyi to have anything to do with Bi'an, although being involved with him is already considered to be half of Bi'an's relationship, but unless necessary, she can hide as much as she can-this trash was once on the verge of When I was in a coma, I saw a man with a mace and a horn on his head. He was so destined to be with the other side. What if he died early?
Time to find a way to get rid of this guy.
Qin Yue thought so of course.
"Go and wash off your face first, don't rub it on the quilt, it's disgusting."
——Ah, brother is right.
My head was filled with the gradually ambiguous yellow breath, until my brother reminded me in a not-so-gentle tone, and my wife Shanyi belatedly realized that she had to remove her makeup before going to bed.
——Sure enough, girls are worthy of admiration. In order to look beautiful and cute, not only do they need to get up and remove makeup before going to bed, but even the clothes and jewelry they wear are extremely cumbersome. These two tasks alone are enough to make men find it extremely troublesome But this is still normal for the girls in Huajie. If his brother hadn't reminded him, he might still sleep with such a face.
So, before pretending to be calm and preparing to go to the corner to get the bedding, my wife Shanyi also wiped a handful of village blush powder on her face, and silently fetched a basin of water.
It's not that you can't wash your face outside, but it's easy to find out that he is a man after taking off his makeup, and if he comes back, he may reveal his secrets if he is seen, so it's better to do it in the room.
Besides, the makeup on the brother's face is no less than his, and he also needs to--
"..."
Holding a wooden basin with a shallow bottom, my wife Shanyi stood dumbfounded at the door, her pupils staring at the room that had been piled up in a mess just now, the expression on her face gradually disappeared, and the expectations in her heart froze into ice. He seemed to recall once again the fear of being ruled by the mirror-smooth and clean floor in Tottori.
The floor is almost reflective, the walls are spotless, the cages are neatly stacked as if they were measured by a ruler, and there is no trace of folds on the tatami beds—the point is, two beds are still separated by a distance. There are two beds that can be two meters apart.
"How could I forget such a thing..."
My wife Shanyi murmured with empty eyes:
"Obviously senior brother is the one who is best at tidying up..."
Clearly, I once secretly complained that my brother is virtuous enough to be like a mother, has a cleanliness addiction and obsessive-compulsive disorder. If you look at it as a "wife", it is indeed an attribute that makes people hold their chests and feel so happy that they are about to die, but the wife is not asleep yet. After all, in this way, they can't even sleep together in the same bed. When will he realize his dream!
Can't sleep!You're too vigilant, there's absolutely no room for action, so a senior brother, a senior in women's clothing, a fragrant senior, and a senior who sleeps in the same room can only drool in front of his eyes, but he can't even squeeze a bed Go in, can't sleep at all!
How on earth can I imagine the delusion that he will lay the quilt? My wife Shanyi, why are you so worthless? The mother-in-law who dispatched hands clearly said that she wants you to take care of the beautiful Guiji, but now she is being taken care of by Senior Brother Guiji. What's the use, woo woo!
"What are you doing stupidly at the door, come in quickly, trash."
Once again, Huang Yue, who had used his housekeeping skill ex, clapped his hands slowly, and cast an impatient look at the useless junior brother at the door who for some reason revealed a sense of despair, "How long are you going to stand there stupidly?"
At present, they don't have any urgent matters. It's better to say that they are actually putting on a disguise and trying to dig out useful information from the Kyogoku House. This is the most important thing before everything. I don't know whether he is alive or dead, and this 1.9-meter-long sound column is so anxious that he can't even say "gorgeous". The top priority is to find his three wives, although Huang Yue thinks it is not very optimistic.
If it is an ordinary ghost, the three female ninjas alone can deal with it by themselves, and they will not be injured and hide and wait for rescue, but if it is the so-called "twelve ghost moon"... then you can only pray for the ten ghosts in Huajie. Er Guiyue was still concerned about her identity, so there wasn't much going on.
However, these are simply things that need to be considered after finding out the news. At present, the difficulties he and the waste are encountering are actually forced to dress up as women. Don't worry about makeup for now. I still feel very uncomfortable with the clothes I wear...
How should I put it, I feel speechless in front of Yato, but if I want to do it in front of trash, I always feel an unspeakable shame.
... Forget it, anyway, it's fine to keep a straight face when the time comes, this waste is out of the realm when he's not sleepwalking, and he doesn't dare to do anything.
Huang Yue, who was actually clear about the small thoughts in the minds of his juniors, urged:
"Hurry up, close the door, wipe your face, and go to sleep."
Only when there is a gap in the winding position, Ghost Dance Tsuji will call the winding and gather in Infinite City.
After the Infinity Train incident, although the Ghost Killing Squad didn't get any other news, they could only briefly celebrate breaking the stalemate that hadn't killed Shangxian for hundreds of years. For the ghost side, Shangxian died at the hands of the Ghost Killing Team, and this Shangxian was the third most powerful Yiwozuo... This is not a trivial matter.
Among the top strings, if calculated according to the ranking, the weakest top string should be the brothers and sisters of Luo Ji and the prostitute Taro. After all the strings were plucked and called to Infinity City, the one who was absent was actually the third Yi Wozuo of the strings.
"The last time I was called to Infinite City by Mr. Wu Mi, and found that His Excellency Yiwozuo was not there, I was really surprised and felt sincere grief."
The man with white oak hair, the top of his head seemed to be splashed with blood, his eyes were colorful like glass, and engraved with "Shangxian II" raised his golden folding fan with sharp edges. A sentimental look on the verge of weeping.
"Yiwozuo is clearly my best friend. The friendship between us is so strong that we don't even have disputes in bloody battles. We only get along with each other in peacetime. Let's break my head for now, but I never thought that, Such a powerful and excellent friend died under the siege of the Demon Killing Squad—"
The white-oak-haired man looked at Luo Ji whose expression was hidden in the shadows, and his eyes lingered on the dark green of her hair for a moment, as if he was saying something to her brother who had the same body as Luo Ji, and sighed vaguely:
"So, in order to ensure that there will be no shortage of juniors who I personally transformed, I had no choice but to come to Yoshiwara in person."
— Ah, fake.
Even Luo Ji, who is not very smart, can easily distinguish the words with zero credibility.
——Clearly looking for some illusory "god", because the so-called "god" hid in her and her brother's territory, so Tong Mo, who had no sense of invading the territory of the younger generation, brought the church to chase him without hesitation, Making trouble in their hunting ground... If it wasn't for the fact that Shangxian No. [-] was indeed the "benefactor" who transformed their brothers and sisters, and his strength was definitely beyond the reach of Shangxian No. [-], Tong Mo's photo alone wouldn't be able to say anything good The mouth is enough to cause internal strife within the winding first.
But so what?Tong Molai has come here, not only in terms of identity, but also in strength, he can only admit it by pinching his nose, and visit him once in a while when his teaching of eternal bliss has too much influence on Yoshihara, For the rest of the time, they will continue to live their own lives, and it is best not to disturb each other.
And as for why Tong Mo has been indifferent to the rumors of so-called gods for hundreds of years, but recently he suddenly became interested in "gods"...
"That's probably because I witnessed the 'Hell Spring' with my own eyes."
The sharp golden edge of the fan covers half of the face, only revealing a pair of glazed ghost pupils. Although most of the expression has been covered, one can still see the salivation produced by the strong appetite from the pair of longing colored pupils:
"Full of decaying and decadent colors, strange creatures whose shapes are so strange that even the jade pot can't see them, the ears are full of hollow and mysterious whispers, and the sweet breath from the beautiful and lofty gods..."
Gods have to be enshrined and remembered by human beings to survive, and what will become of non-human evil spirits once they have been worshiped by humans for hundreds of years?
The God Realm would not accept such evil spirits full of karma to join the already crowded Gaotianyuan, but Huangquan, full of evil spirits, did not reject dirty and evil things.
Because of the scouring of centuries-old incense offerings, I stepped on the junction of the other side and the other side, possessed the body of a demon, and was infected with the breath of a demon. I used to enter and exit the shrine as if there was nothing, but now I will be completely blocked by the enchantment of the shrine to isolate demons. I didn't take half a step, just because I saw the so-called "gods" avoiding ghosts with my own eyes, and smelled the inexplicable smell of divine power that was sweeter than human blood, maybe there were more in Tong Mo's recipes. A noble species.
"I really want to have a taste of the gods."
Tong Mo sighed sincerely.