CHAPTER XXXI

Sakata Gintoki, who was blown up with strawberry milk, looked confused, he looked at Ao Ling in a daze, and didn't understand why he was treated like this.

When Ao Ling looked at Sakata Silver fixedly, the latter's expression was confused, and the scarlet eyes that always flashed with a beautiful light in his memory were like a firewood pile that had been extinguished at the moment, dim, and with a faint gray black after burning.

This man killed Matsuyo-sensei.

He personally cut off the head of Teacher Songyang and buried the teacher who had taken them in and taught them for several years, like a brother and a father.

Sakata Gintoki's face was covered with strawberry milk, and the milky white liquid rolled down along with the blood beads on his cheeks, and a trace of bright red color gradually spread like ink soaked in water.

Ao Ling sighed, took a wooden basin and put water, and wiped the traces on Sakata Gintoki's face little by little.

"The teacher told me, don't blame you." The boy's voice is clear and crisp, but his tone has a soft and warm taste.

Sakata Gintoki's breath froze for a moment, and his scarlet eyes looked over with a faint look of deep anticipation.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but the teacher looked so good when he died." Ao Ling pointed to the head and body that had been well placed by Sakata Gintoki.

If you cover the hideous scar on your neck, Matsuyo-sensei, your head and body will not be separated at all.

The look on his face looked like he was dying.

Serene and gentle.

Ao Ling thought of the smile that Teacher Songyang showed before entering the Jade of the Four Souls, and softened his voice, "Teacher is very happy, you didn't do anything wrong, Yinshi." ”

He knew that although Sakata Gintoki was usually silent, his understanding and attention to Teacher Songyang was stronger than anyone else.

Maybe Katsura Kotaro and Takasugi Shinsuke are also very clear about this matter, and it is precisely because of this that Sakata Gintoki, who personally killed Matsuyo Sensei, is even more unforgivable.

Takasugi Shinsuke on the side snorted lightly, and Katsura Kotaro looked at his friends around him, and was silent and did not speak.

Sakata Gintoki glanced at the other two companions with dim eyes, pursed his lips, retracted his gaze to look at Ao Ling who was wiping his cheeks, reached out and clenched Ao Ling's empty hand, and responded in a low voice.

The black-haired youkai boy rarely did this kind of thing to appease others, and after wiping the blood and milk off Sakata Gintoki's face, he was a little helpless when he met Sakata Gintoki's gaze.

After a while, he came back to his senses and stood up busily, "I'll go find a wooden barrel and come over, you can soak in talisman water to recover from your injuries, let's not talk about the past three years, you have a good rest tonight." ”

He pulled out the hand that was tightly held by Sakata Gintoki, walked to the door and turned back to look at the three young men who were sitting opposite each other in silence, and emphasized, "Teacher Songyang will be fine. ”

Only then did the three people in the room look up at him and nodded noncommittally.

……

With the help of the night rabbit who knows Yoshihara well, there is no shortage of injury medicine.

The healing talisman given by King Asakura was very effective, and after a night's rest, whether it was the three of Matsushita Murajuku or their remaining companions, their condition was much better.

Ao Ling tried to soak Mr. Songyang's broken body and skull in talisman water, but unfortunately he didn't reconnect it.

It looked like he had to find someone skilled to stitch it up.

Ao Ling sat on the tatami mat with black dog ears and tail, looked at the corpse of Teacher Songyang with his cheeks in his hands, and reached out and dragged the night rabbit beside him.

"Do you know anyone who can suture such a wound?" He turned his head to look at the Night Hare, who was yawning and leaning against the wall, "The Seventh Division should have the talent to treat this kind of injury. ”

The night rabbit lazily glanced at the corpse lying on the tatami mat, "Yes, yes, but you can't afford to pay this price now, Miss Mutsu took a part of Chidori and a part of the patriarch loyal to her to whitewash, you can't contact her now." ”

Ao Ling wasn't interested in what happened to Mutsu and Chidori, because it was the handful of night rabbits that he had befriended him in the first place.

"Money?" Ao Ling's ears shook on the top of his head, and he spread his hands after seeing the night rabbit nodding, "Then I will continue to cooperate with you, and when the time comes, I will share a part of the reward, and I will pay it back slowly." ”

“…… No credit. ”

"I remember before I left there was a whole bunch of troops sold to Chidori. Fire ......" Ao Ling paused, and his eyes turned to Sakata Gintoki, who happened to push the door to the side.

After a night's sleep, Gintoki Sakata, who calmed down a lot: "......"

The white natural curl scratched his head, "It's gone, it's all spent, it's very expensive to fight." ”

"......" Ao Ling was silent for a while when he heard this, turned his head to look at the night rabbit, and rubbed his hands, "You lend me the money first!" ”

The night rabbit snorted and said categorically: "No! ”

Ao Ling didn't hesitate at all, "Help you do six big tasks, and the reward belongs to you!" ”

Night Rabbit paused, and then was as crisp as when he refused, "Deal!" ”

Ao Ling laughed and gave a thumbs up to Sakata Gintoki at the door.

Night Rabbit looked at Sakata Silver at the door, took out a communicator and a card from his pocket, handed them to Ao Ling, and left the house.

Ao Ling stuffed the communicator and card into the jade plate, got up from the tatami mat and walked to Sakata Gintoki, touched and pinched him for a long time, and then breathed a long sigh of relief, "How do you feel?" There shouldn't be any major injuries, right? ”

The white natural roll answered, looked at the corpses in the room for a while, and finally fell on the jade plaque that Ao Ling was hanging.

This is a piece of jade with a very good texture, and the jade plate is engraved with the emblem of a pentagram, and the words Abe Qingming are written below the emblem.

It looks like telling everyone who is watching the boy that he already has a master.

"Ling, I haven't seen you for three years, why were you hung up with a dog tag?" Sakata Yinshi reached out and touched the jade plate, feeling a little unhappy, "Ah Yin picked you up at the beginning!" ”

"I obviously ran back with you." Ao Ling snorted twice, comparing his height with Sakata Gintoki, and found that even the two ears on the top of his head were just reaching the other party's forehead.

The little monster who eats a lot is not convinced: "...... What did you eat to grow so fast? ”

"Eat wild vegetable roots." Sakata Gintoki's face was deep, "Ah Yin, I haven't eaten meat for two months. ”

Ao Ling thought about his usual recipe and felt that such a thing as height might really be innate.

"So." Sakata Gintoki pointed to the jade plaque that was particularly eye-catching, "If you take this seriously, we will be able to eat meat!" ”

"This is a good thing left to me by a great onmyoji." Ao Ling protected his jade plate, poked his head out and looked behind Sakata Gintoki, "What about Jin Zhu them?" ”

The lazy expression on Sakata Gintoki's face narrowed slightly, and his scarlet eyes narrowed, "What ......about this?"

Probably they didn't want to come with me.

Sakata Gintoki thought, rubbing the ears of the young man in front of him, covering up the momentary condensation, "...... They want to get some sleep. ”

Ao Ling let out an "oh" and looked at Sakata Gintoki's expression, "Then you go and wake them up." ”

The white natural curly young man lowered his eyes to meet the black-haired boy's gaze, snorted coldly, gave the other party a shock that was neither light nor heavy, and couldn't help but rub the other party's furry ears.

"There you go." Sakata Gintoki said, let go of Ao Ling's ears, and sat next to Yoshida Matsuyo's corpse, posing as a laipi.

Ao Ling looked at him for a while, but instead of running to the next door to call someone as Sakata Gintoki expected, he sat down beside him.

"Teacher Songyang let you do it himself." Ao Ling asked.

He didn't dare to say that he was a roundworm in the stomachs of Sakata Gintoki and Yoshida Matsuyo, but with what he knew about Sakata Gintoki, this person would definitely rather die himself than do anything to the existence that he valued - should be called "family".

Sakata Gintoki was silent for a long time when he heard this, and finally spread his hand noncommittally and shrugged his shoulders, without nodding or shaking his head.

The man known as the White Yaksha stared at the boy beside him, and the ice buried deep in his heart melted a little.

He persisted for three years, wanting to protect his companions, fight alongside them, find the missing teenagers, and reclaim their common and respected commander.

Sakata Gintoki struggled for so long in the pain of blood and fire, but the final result was a sword master.

Faced with such a result, no one can understand the deep shadows and darkness in Sakata Gintoki's heart.

In such a gloomy world, the resentment and dissatisfaction of Takasugi Shinsuke and Katsura Kotaro could not even shake him in the slightest.

But now it's different.

The reappearance of the best friend he was looking for also brought hope for the redemption of Mr. Songyang.

Sakata Gintoki didn't want to ask where the monster boy who borrowed his surname had gone in the past three years.

He only knew that now, he could clearly see the existence of this young man, and he could touch it, which was the greatest comfort for him.

"You don't seem to have had a good three years." Ao Ling clearly saw the criss-crossing scars on Sakata Gintoki's body yesterday.

Those terrible scars were all over his body, and Ao Ling had no doubt that Sakata Gintoki had barely stopped fighting in the past three years, and even those scars still had tearing marks.

This proves that even when he was recuperating from his injuries, Sakata Gintoki was not at peace.

The white-haired natural curl who was told about his three-year situation pulled his white hair, "Actually, it's not particularly bad." ”

Sakata Gintoki didn't feel much about the wounds on his body that had healed, and he thought for a while and seemed to be considering the words.

"I've met a lot of like-minded partners in the past three years, and it feels good to fight side by side with each other's backs, and the strength between life and death has grown super fast, Ah Yin still has the title of 'White Yaksha', much more handsome than ghouls, but-"

Sakata Gintoki said that his voice gradually lowered, and he turned his head and looked at Ao Ling seriously for a while.

"If only you were there."