The battle was fought beautifully, the regular army and the raiding army quickly took a stronghold without casualties, Fa Yanbo kept his promise, let the squirrel spirit take pictures and report, his figure in black armor was enlarged to make a cover, the Fa brothers and the raiders appeared in the newspaper for the first time to make headlines, shining in the battle, and reporting safety to people from the outside world in disguise.

"It's nice... It's really good..."Zong San hugged the newspaper with tears in his eyes, the master had been gone for three years, this was the first time they knew the news of the master.

"yes... It's great that the master is still alive..."Qingjiang patted Zong San on the shoulder.

Though... The war continues.

He knew that his younger brother had three lucky bracelets that were given by Yingmaru, Mustache and Knee Pill, and during the war, he was often seen taking out the bracelet and rubbing it, and then taking back the small purse and stuffing it into his arms, although he knew that the three knives were the men identified by his younger brother, he was still very curious about how he got these three knives into his hands, so he took advantage of the break to grab the French style and asked.

"Turn? Am I crutched? You say I'm kidnapping them? Fa Shishan pointed to his nose and looked at his brother in disbelief, "Obviously they kidnapped me, okay!" ”

"Lie to Shaw." Fa Yanbo sneered, "How many old monsters will you be abducted by Fu Fu Shen, who are older than them?" ”

"That's right, I'll lie to you!" French Shishan lowered his shoulders and turned over to sleep, "Believe it or not." ”

Seeing that his younger brother was obviously a little angry, he didn't speak anymore, even if he knew that the other party must not have planned to sleep yet, Fa Yanbo didn't intend to disturb the contemplative person. Fa Yanbo understands that in this battle, they are the hardest, most tired and most responsible troops, in the early stage of the war, he and his three wives had a period of time in the Evergreen Garden, and his younger brother has been fighting since the outbreak of the war.

Annoying! What's so hard to mention, why mention the three of them if you have nothing to do? Fa Shishan was a little depressed, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist. took out the small cloth purse that he had carefully collected in his arms, and his three grandfather knives, I don't know what happened now...

In fact, the person who was a little ambiguous with him at the beginning was Yingmaru, to be precise, the only one he turned was Yingmaru, and those two Genji knives were strictly speaking. He is fond of tea and alcohol, so he gets along well with Yingmaru, who loves to make tea, even if it is not the time when Yingmaru should be a close attendant, he likes to let Yingmaru stay by his side, likes to watch him make tea slowly and smoothly with low eyebrows, likes the light and leisurely atmosphere on his body, and over time there is a little ambiguity between the two.

Ambiguous is very sweet, but after a long time, he is a little tired, French goodness is not a twisted nature, plus as a demon he still desires, advocating conforming to his natural nature, of course he is not a good man and woman, how can someone who likes it not be able to put up his mouth. So on a dark and windy night in one month, he excused himself to not sleep and asked Yingmaru to come over to make him a cup of soothing tea, and put Yingmaru down.

"Zen-sama?" Lying on the mattress, Yingmaru's eyes widened, and he looked at the surrogate master who slowly stepped onto his waist, and his eyes were infinitely frightened.

"Poof... Why are you scared like this? With a smile, he sat down at Yingmaru's waist, loosening his neckline while putting down his long hair, blinking black contact lenses and smiling at Yingmaru's increasingly red cheeks, feeling his lower body look up because of his own movements.

"Yingmaru, don't you like me?"

"I... Good, good, good... I..."The most elegant grandfather in this pill has a flickering eye, his frightened stupid head is completely dead, and his speech is still vibrato, and his usual tranquility and elegance are gone. Didn't he come to make soothing tea? Why was it suddenly ...

"Don't like it?" The last piece of fabric slid down his shoulder, and the boy's jade-like skin was exposed in front of Yingmaru's eyes. Reaching out to stroke the lipstick spot on his heart, he slowly stroked his skin downward, and smiled seductively and arrogantly. "Yingmaru, don't you like me?"

"That, that—" Swallowing a large mouthful of saliva with difficulty, Yingmaru looked directly at the acting master.

"It turns out... Don't like it? French Shishan laughed at himself and pulled up his pajamas, "I don't like to say it earlier, I'm sorry to scare you." ”

"No... I... I like Zen-sama. Yingmaru hurriedly held the hand of the French Zen dressing, "I like Zen-sama." ”

"Heh," he chuckled, "Wouldn't that be good." ”

Good what? The head in the crash has not yet started to run, and the French Shan has already bent down and started to kiss him, without giving him a chance to come back to his senses, the nose is full of the fragrance of lemon verbena shampoo in the boy's hair, and the heart can feel the other party's body temperature and the pounding of the heart in the heart, the first time he has been treated like this, Rao is grandfather-level Yingmaru can't react, not to mention that his reaction is really slow.

"So what's next?" Shaking his head, he smiled.

He had a very smooth relationship with Yingmaru, Yingmaru was quite satisfied with his temperament, tea-making skills or performance in bed, and gradually came up with the idea that it might be good to settle down, he confessed to Yingmaru the true identity of his and his brother's ghost, and also told him that he wanted to stay with him. But a few days before he planned to reforge Orimaru, the French did something stupid.

Rubbing the sore forehead, the French style got up from a messy quilt, last night was the New Year of the human world, Zheng Bo dug out the plum wine that his brother had secretly brewed a few years ago to celebrate, how could he, who is addicted to alcohol, let go of this opportunity to drink a lot? French is good at tea and alcohol, he loves to drink, but he has no wine gall, no wine and no amount of alcohol, three glasses of drunkenness, the fourth cup began to go crazy, not only will pour people everywhere to drink but also everywhere to pull people.

No matter how he drank in the bright world, he must have been knocked unconscious by his brother or colleagues, and his brother told him not to drink when he went out, but the French style is good and does not believe in evil, he has not seen himself drunk, and as a demon, he is not too afraid of those strange diseases, and he always feels that anyway, this kind of thing will be done after a one-night stand, and the next day he pats his ass and leaves, is it possible that who else can find a ghost to trouble? But he forgot that he was now serving as an acting inquisitor in his brother's Honmaru, and he didn't look up and down with this group of knives.

"Hold the grass!" French Shishan jumped up from the bed in a second, "How is it..."

Rubbing the kicked waist and sitting up, Knee Pill looked at his brother who slept poorly speechlessly, fixed his eyes to see that this was not a room for two people, and turned his head to see that the acting master was staring at him with a ghostly expression, everything last night instantly turned back to his mind, and Knee Pill's face turned red instantly.

"Good, good-sama..."

"Why you... It shouldn't be yours..."Looking at the red marks on Knemaru's body that were obviously his own teeth marks and the scratches all over his body, French Shishan muttered to himself.