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Wow——
The rain outside the house is still falling non-stop.
Tokito's house.
inside the house.
The light that had just been turned on was blown out by the cold wind that penetrated. Wei Yilang sighed slightly and could only continue to cook the herbs with the faint light of the small stove.
Ichiro and Muichiro were sitting next to their mother's shop, taking care of their mother.
Several people looked completely defenseless against Hei Shimo.
Hei Shimo touched his face and looked at the people in the room.
While on the road, he used the transparent world to observe Shitou Yuirou thoroughly.
After that, he came to the conclusion that he was very talented.
——He is worthy of being the descendant of the country.
Although he is nearly thirty years old (30 years old), he seems to have been practicing something similar to "Suzhen" by waving something all year round.
The preparatory skills in swordsmanship are very good.
With a little practice, it won't be a problem to become as good as those of the Demon Slayer Corps in a short period of time.
After entering the house, Hei Shimo was even more surprised.
——Those are a pair of ten-year-old twins.
The slightly smarter child knew his danger the moment he saw him.
But he quickly calmed down.
A good character.
In addition, he is physically and extremely talented in swordsmanship, even better than when he was young, and he is not too old.
——He is worthy of being the descendant of the country.
In terms of character, he is better than his father.
Thinking about it, Hei Shimo glanced at Yilang's back, and saw that the other person's natural stupidity was beyond his imagination.
Then, Hei Shimo looked at Wuichiro, who had a worried look on his face and turned his back to him.
—The second of twins.
The transparent world swept over Muichiro's body.
Hei Shimou was slightly startled, and then showed a stern expression that said, "Sure enough, that's the case."
Although his physique is a little weaker than the other one, his talent is excellent.
——As expected of the successor to the country...
After nodding slightly.
Hei Shimo looked down at the muddy footbags he stepped on.
He casually took off the foot bag and used his flesh and blood to regenerate a new foot bag, and then stepped into the entrance.
It's called a porch, but it's actually just a slightly higher wooden step.
opposite.
Ichiro sat upright, his pupils trembling, and he turned his head.
He glanced in the direction behind him, not daring to express his anger.
——What did I see?
Red silk? Into...shoes?
He withdrew his eyes and looked at his father who was brewing herbs.
I lamented again in my heart.
It's over, Dad.
Ichiro was filled with grief, but it was not because he was hostile to Hei Shimo.
But his body told him from the bottom of his heart that this guy with six eyes was absolutely inhuman!
Just when Ichiro was thinking this.
Tread, step.
Hei Shimo took two slow steps and stepped forward.
He lowered his head and looked at the weak woman lying on the bunk.
"Ahem..."
The woman with her face flushed and her hair scattered behind the pillow was coughing non-stop:
"...Yi Lang, yes, is it you?"
She spoke in a hoarse voice, opened her eyes drowsily, and stretched out her hand in the direction of Yilang:
"…only…"
Hearing this, Weiyilang quickly turned around, reached out and held his wife's hand, and wiped her sweat with a towel:
"Yes, I'm back, Xun."
His voice was gentle, and when he was talking to his wife, an extremely gentle smile appeared on his face unconsciously, which made people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze.
The woman's name is Tokito Kaoru, and she is the mother of Muichiro and Ichiro.
"It'll be fine soon, just take a good rest."
Only Lang managed to hold on to his exhaustion. He smiled at Xun and kept wiping his wife's sweat with a washed and wrung towel.
"Um……"
Shi Touxun just slowly closed his eyes, and then gradually fell asleep as if he felt relieved.
Watching the two of them doing this and that.
Hei Shimo stood aside, lost in thought.
I once had a wife and children.
only.
He recalled, but the faces of his wife and children were already blurred in his memory, and he couldn't even recall the timbre of his voice.
Hei Shimo could only roughly remember that the tips of his wife's hair seemed to be a little blue.
There seem to be two children.
I don't know anything about the others.
——After all, it’s been four hundred years.
Before joining the Demon Slayer Corps, he had stopped seeing them.
Hei Shimo thought.
——It’s natural that I don’t remember...
Just when Hei Shimo had no worries in his heart and was ready to observe other things.
His body suddenly stiffened.
My head aches.
"How sad, brother..."
Yuanyi's old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in my heart.
The bright face and the dark red Haori suddenly came to mind.
That old, sad face with tears streaming down its face.
——After four hundred years, it is still so clear.
Hei Shimo was stunned on the spot. He looked straight at Shi Touxun who was lying on the bed, and his breathing slowly became rapid.
Furukawa's mood seemed to be broken bit by bit.
No.
Yuanyi, you are different.
Hei Shimo's eyes were a little flustered, and he was thinking quickly in his heart.
But in his memory, the old and compassionate face showed no fluctuation, just staring at him quietly, unmoved.
a long time.
Creaking…
Hei Shimo's fists gradually clenched, making a creaking sound.
aside.
"?"
Tokitou Ichiro heard the sound of clenching his fists. He quickly raised his head and looked at Hei Shimo's eyes that were staring straight at his mother.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank.
...Mom, there is danger.
Uh-huh!
Ichiro stood up suddenly.
He raised his head, gritted his teeth, his face was hidden in the shadows, and his green pupils stared at Hei Simo.
The footsteps moved slowly - he stood in front of Hei Shimo.
Behind him is his mother lying down.
Ichiro took a deep breath, cold sweat soaked his clothes, and his body was shaking unconsciously, and he couldn't even stop it.
"Ahem...ho!"
...speechless!
The body wants to escape!
He stood in front of Hei Shimo, his face was pale, and his calves could not stop shaking.
This move naturally attracted the attention of Yilang and Wuyilang next to them.
"...Brother?" Muichiro looked at his brother's back and asked with a little doubt:
"What are you doing…"
But when he looked at Hei Shimo.
"!!"
His expression suddenly became as frightened as Ichiro's, and his face turned blue.
——It was far away just now.
Now that he was closer, Muichiro, who had been paying attention to his mother, could see clearly what kind of thing Black Death Mou was.
Just when both brothers felt that everything was over.
next moment.
Father Tokitoro Yuichiro turned his head and glanced at Ichiro and Muichiro.
A gentle voice sounded slightly:
"Ah, Your Excellency..."
Wei Yilang smiled and looked at Hei Deathmo, who was still brewing the herbal medicine, and his eyes stayed for a while on Hei Deathmo's two pairs of eyes that were closed up and down.
——Eyes... closed twice.
——Are you afraid of scaring the children?
Although this may hurt, but...
"You are a very gentle person."
Tokitou Zilang smiled, his crimson eyes narrowed slightly, and he said this to Hei Shimo.
