CHAPTER XIII

Yoshida Matsuyo is a very gentle person.

Faced with such a request, he was only slightly stunned, and then asked gently: "Why?" ”

"Because those little monsters don't have enough to eat, if they are too hungry, they will lose their minds and eat people." Ao Ling answered him very honestly, and counted with his fingers, "If I continue to eat those little monsters, I will have to eat about three brigades, but there are not so many on the battlefield." ”

If the Celestials want to send three brigades of troops, it is almost the rhythm of preparing to directly level a small city.

Now that the battle has gradually ended, those above who are afraid of artillery fire and death have already had the idea of peace, if it weren't for the fact that the main battle faction is still biting and not letting go, those who are spilling blood and temperament will not be able to breathe at all.

The strength of the three brigades is really rare, not to mention that large-scale conflicts rarely occur today.

Ao Ling wanted to run away and attack the Celestial Residence by himself, but he was afraid that he would be slapped to death by someone when he encountered the Night Hare.

"I just need a little bit." Ao Ling pulled Yoshida Matsuyo's sleeve, "Just take a small bite." ”

"My blood ......" Yoshida Matsuyo paused, as if remembering something, and reached out to rub Ao Ling's head, crushing both ears on the top of his head.

It feels good in the hand and is soft and warm.

"Are you sure you won't have a problem drinking it?" Yoshida Matsuyo said, got up and went into the house and took out a dagger, "I've only fed blood to an ordinary human. ”

Ao Ling was stunned for a moment, "Huh? That's a lucky human being. ”

Yoshida Matsuyo's soft expression froze slightly, and he lowered his eyes noncommittally, "Really?" ”

He made a small cut on his wrist, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, looked at the blood oozing out, and stretched his wrist in front of Ao Ling.

Ao Ling drank a sip of the blood of the big monster with satisfaction, just such a small sip made him feel extremely comfortable.

The hunger that eats away at reason because of the lack of access to food that is strong enough has faded a lot.

The wound on Yoshida Songyang's wrist healed quickly, Ao Ling smashed it, smashed it, thanked him seriously, and by the way, he also sent Yoshida Songyang a good person card.

"Looks a lot better." A little loss of blood is nothing to Yoshida Matsuyo, he looked at this little monster with indulgence, and the other party put all his things in front of him honestly and straightforwardly, such honesty and trust made it impossible to resist at all.

Ao Ling's gaze was still dangling on Yoshida Matsuyo's wrist.

"Can I come back to you next time?" Ao Ling looked at Yoshida Matsuyo longingly, his eyes full of anticipation.

Yoshida Matsuyo nodded, "Yes." ”

Ao Ling had never seen such a talkative monster - even Ao Ling would not give him his own blood to drink.

He stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth, and after drinking Yoshida Matsuyo's blood, he only felt a hundred times more energetic, and he didn't need sleep at all.

Ao Ling simply stayed by Yoshida Matsuyo's side, nibbling on pastries and watching him sort out the paper in his hand, some of the written and unwritten ones were integrated together and bound into a book.

There is no title written on the book, it is just wrapped in a green cover and bound with thread.

When the last bit of wick burned out in the oil, Yoshida Matsuyo put the bound book aside.

The surroundings darkened.

Yoshida Matsuyo looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky, "Is it lucky for humans not to grow old and not die?" ”

Ao Ling didn't understand the question Yoshida Matsuyo said, but he still answered Yoshida Matsuyo's question similar to talking to himself, "Ao Ling said that no matter what kind of existence Zài, he will instinctively desire to survive. ”

"Ao?"

"My clan elders."

Yoshida Matsuyo looked at Ao Ling for a while, and grabbed Ao Ling's hand as he picked up the last piece of pastry and put it in his mouth.

"If you eat too much at night, you won't be able to sleep well."

Ao Ling felt that this kind of thing would not happen to him, after all, he had such a big appetite, "No." ”

Hearing this, Yoshida Matsuyo let go of his hand, "Youkai's appetite is so big?" ”

Saying that you are not a monster, Ao Ling stuffed the pastry into his mouth, and slandered in his heart.

Yoshida Matsuyo reached out and took the empty plate and stood up, "I eat the same amount as ordinary people. ”

Ao Ling also got up, and followed Yoshida Songyang as a little tail step by step, his face full of envy, "I really envy you who can eat enough." ”

Yoshida Matsuyo was stunned, "Huh? ”

"I've never had enough." Ao Ling followed Yoshida Matsuyo out of the classroom and into the living room, "I eat those little monsters, just to ensure that I don't lose my mind because of hunger." ”

- And, of course, trying to grow up.

Yoshida Matsuyo washed the dishes and asked casually, "Are all youkai like this?" ”

Although Ao Ling felt a little awkward about the use of words like Yoshida Songyang, he still didn't think much about it, "Ao Ling said that it is like this for our clan. ”

"Your clan ......" Yoshida Matsuyo wiped his hands and glanced at Ao Ling, whose black ears were standing up and moving on the top of his head, "Very strong?" ”

"Ao Mo is very strong." Ao Ling felt that he would definitely be strong in the future, but now it is obviously incompatible with strong words.

Yoshida Matsuyo nodded, thinking that this little monster's words were really too good, he reached out and poked Ao Ling's forehead, and pinched his ears, "Go to sleep." ”

Ao Ling, who wanted to hug the thigh of this good-tempered monster tightly, got into the quilt in Yoshida Songyang's room very decisively.

And the latter just looked at him, shook his head helplessly, and then slept in a bed with this little monster.

……

Gintoki Sakata has mixed feelings.

His little friend, after meeting Teacher Songyang, abandoned him neatly and very decisively.

That night, I slept under the covers with this new man who had known him for less than a day.

Sakata Gintoki looked at Ao Ling, who was in a ball in Yoshida Matsuyo's quilt, revealing only two hairy ears, and an indescribable sourness surged in his heart.

I always feel that my little friend has been snatched away.

"Yinshi, tell Ling to get up and have breakfast." Yoshida Matsuyo's voice came from afar, and Sakata Gintoki also smelled the aroma of rice.

――The smell of fragrant rice that was hard for him to eat before.

Sakata Gintoki grabbed the quilt expressionlessly and jerked hard.

The air in the morning was still a little cold, Ao Ling shivered because of the sudden cold, his ears hung down and pressed tightly against his head, and even his toes curled up.

Sakata Gintoki was a little stunned.

Although the whole person was curled up, Sakata Gintoki was quite sure that Ao Ling's figure had lengthened a little.

Even the hair has become longer.

Sakata Gintoki pulled up Ao Ling, who was staring in a daze, and directly pressed the person into the basin that was placed on the side.

Ao Ling woke up in an instant.

This way of waking up, Ao Ling has long been accustomed to it, he lifted his face stained with water stains from the basin, and while enjoying the face wiping service followed by Sakata Gintoki, he said hello, "Good morning, Gintoki." ”

"Morning, Ah Ling." Sakata Gintoki looked at Ao Ling, who had grown two years old overnight, hanging a pair of red dead fish eyes.

Yoshida Matsuyang, who had waited for a while and didn't see anyone coming, had just walked to the door, when he saw a little white-headed natural curly little ghost and said to the little monster with a sleepy face, "Do you need Ginshi's mother to prepare red bean rice for you?" ”

Yoshida Matsuyo sighed deeply, "Gintoki, I said it, don't instill your dirty adult thoughts into Ling. ”

"Teacher Songyang, who slept with Ah Ling on the first day of meeting, is even more dirty." Sakata Gintoki said in a tone that did not fluctuate, "Although our family Ah Ling is very good-looking, but Mr. Songyang, you are too ......"

Yoshida Matsuyo reached out and grabbed the back collar of Sakata Gintoki, "Do you need the teacher to prepare a coffin for you, Gintoki?" ”

Sakata Gintoki felt aggrieved in his heart, and hung his dead fish eyes and didn't speak.

Ao Ling was stunned for a long time before he reacted, "But, didn't I sleep with Yinshi every day before?" ”

At this moment, Gintoki Sakata felt that he was simply a beast.