Fang Yan's next action was almost instinctive, he took off the cheap clothes made of bamboo and grain that he had used to keep out the rain, and threw it in front of him, and a large amount of rain accumulated on it splashed out, throwing it in their faces with a heavy coat.

After the assassins hurriedly knocked their clothes away, the dialect in front of them had long disappeared, and when they were looking for a target, the owner of the loud voice had already flown down from the sky with unrivaled strength.

Rumble!

A delicate halberd slammed to the ground, whipping up drops of dirt and water, and the three assassins were thrown against the wall as if they had been hit by the aftermath of an anti-tank shell, their throats stained with blood, and they were seriously wounded.

"Damn assassin, suffer death!" Shibata Katsuie's halberd in his hand swung again, like the scythe of death, and took their lives one after another with a beautiful and capable technique.

Taking that opportunity, he took the opportunity to lean against the wall from under the other party's crotch, gasping for breath, while staring at this scene blankly, exhausted, but full of the real feeling of being rescued, if it wasn't for the other party's timely arrival, he would probably die in this place.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dialect, I'm so useless, I'm here to escort you now." Shibata Katsuya lowered his head in shame and let the raindrops hit him, outlining beautiful and seductive curves on his simple blue civilian clothes.

But now is not the time to go into heat, there are still too many things waiting for the dialect to solve.

"Katsuka, quick, Goemon in order to cover me, face the enemy's general alone, go to the rescue!" Fang Yan waved his right hand and commanded in an almost roaring tone.

"No, I have to protect you now." Shibata Katsuya interrupted the dialect sharply, which was a calm judgment of a third party.

"Then take me over, Goemon, you must also be protected, if she dies for me, I will be guilty for the rest of my life." Fang Yan said coldly, and took the lead in helping the other party lead the way.

The current situation is so confusing, Shibata Katsuie, who originally wanted to knock the other party out and forcibly send it back, looked at the stubborn expression and hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow Fang Yan's advice and nodded slightly.

"I see."

After asking for the other party's consent, the dialect followed the path from which it came and turned back.

It seems that because of the almost death explosion, the spirit and memory of the dialect are clearer than ever, and it is easy to turn back to the death path he walked just now, and even Saito Guidie, who was hiding in the pile of debris, did not even pay attention to it, but hurried back to the place where Matsunaga Xiu ambushed him before. "This should be it." Fang Yan looked at the layout of the surroundings, and just now in order to find an opportunity to escape, he had already written down all the surrounding environment.

"There are signs of a fight here, but it seems to have been over for a while."

Shibata Katsuie nodded, and did not deny or question, because of this heavy rain, there was no bloodstain, but she still easily judged from the traces left around her that it was a scar that only a sharp blade would have left behind.

However, it is obviously impossible to search in this kind of weather...... This sentence Shibata Katsuya wisely chose to keep it and did not say it.

"Goemon! Are you there?! Fang Yan frowned and couldn't help but scream.

The sound echoed all around, spreading widely, but the only response was the crackling of rain.

"Damn!"

Fang Yan's heart sank, and he punched the wall hard, gritting his teeth unwillingly, and unconsciously showing a sad look in his expression, he lowered his head and took a deep breath, closed his eyes in place, still falling from the raindrops on the back of his head, his thoughts were flying, the more calm he was at this time, even if he searched indiscriminately, there were no clues, and what clues he wanted to find in this kind of heavy rain was tantamount to a fantasy.

If Goemon really had an accident, it would be helpless and irreparable, and all that could be done now was to avenge the other party, which was even more meaningless.

Fang Yan opened his eyes again, the color in his pupils was colder than metal, and even glowed with a faint phosphorescence, and said, "Katsuya, let's go back, let Shinna send soldiers to search for the traces of the assassin and Goemon, and we will return temporarily." ”

"I see." Although Fang Yan didn't blame, Shibata Katsuya still bowed his head in self-reproach.

Click......

At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly sounded, and at the same time, Fang Yan's shoulder felt as if it was pressed by something, and the source of the sound was also ...... Head!

And the remnants of the assassins?!

Fang Yan's heart tightened, and the speed of reacting and raising his head was even better than that of Shibata Katsuie, but the other party's technique of hiding his aura and body shape was really terrifying, even if Fang Yan reacted so quickly, he was still covered by that black shadow.

His body stiffened, without any resistance, if the other party wanted to kill himself, it only needed this moment to be enough, but the other party didn't do that, besides, that familiar taste and petite body, who else could there be besides that cute guy.

Goemon's light body squatted smoothly on Fang Yan's shoulder, Fang Yan slowly raised his head, Goemon lowered his head, and two pairs of eyes of different colors collided in the air in a unique way, and then fell into a tacit silence.

"Five-right, emon?" Dialects ask obvious answers as if doubting their own perceptions.

As if seeing the pain that could not be dissipated between Fang Yan's expressions, Goemon smiled smugly at the corner of his mouth, and said in a joking tone: "Fang Yan, do you want to be here, I almost sold my life for you." ”

The sound that often stuttered but was so familiar made Fang Yan's cold expression gradually collapse, and he was stunned, and the touch and the sound of rain returned almost at the same time, and he muttered, "Yes, if you weren't there, I'd definitely die." ”

"It's great to be able to help you, Fang Yan." Goemon's expression became even more smug and happy, and the young red eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Fang Yan took the other party off it, hugged it fiercely, his eyes became slightly red as if he was infected by the other party, his tone was a little choked, and he whispered: "No, those things don't matter, it's great that you can live, Goemon ......"

"Ahem, ahem—"

I don't know if it touched the wound, Goemon coughed repeatedly, and wanted to stop it loudly, but the voice and trembling figure that were almost crying made her rarely stunned, and then she could only endure the pain a little helplessly and let the other party hug her tightly, but the smile on the corner of her mouth became more pure and proud, and she also replied in a low voice.

"It's great that you're alive, ...... dialects"

……

After a while, the sound of the rain still crackling, and there seemed to be no desire to stop at all.

"Ahem!"

Standing silently beside him, the corners of Shibata Katsuie's mouth twitched in embarrassment, and he couldn't help coughing lightly anymore, and the dialect was extremely cunning and let go of the other party quietly, and the sparkle in his eyes was also covered by the rain.

You know,Like this, you can hold Goemon for free, this little Lori keeps taking advantage,There are not many opportunities to smell the milk of the young girl and not be resisted.,If Shibata Katsuya is still silent.,He's not going to hold Goemon until the rain stops in the middle of the night.,Eh!

On the other side, Goemon, who was loosened, also hurriedly looked away, deliberately pretending to look at the scenery, pulling the big mask, trying to cover his already red little face, and his head was constantly smoking.

Fang Yan took a deep breath and pretended to be calm and took the lead in saying: "Goemon, now is not the time to be happy, it is necessary to go back and talk to that guy Shinna first, although those assassins may have taken advantage of this heavy rain to run away, but it is better to let everyone take good precautions." ”

"It's obvious that you are reluctant to let go of me." Goemon muttered quietly from the side.

"Anyway, Goemon, you're not hurt, are you?" Fang Yan asked as if he remembered something, showing a nervous expression, and couldn't help but touch the other party with both hands as if he wanted to confirm something, if he lost such a profitable assistant as Goemon, it would make many plans stop in the plan.

"Thanks to you, I only hurt some skin, wait, Fang Yan, what are you going to do, wait......" Goemon's eyes widened and he retreated, but behind him he was blocked by the cold wall.

"What are you doing, although we are the master and the minister on the surface, but in fact we are the master and servant relationship, the master needs to confirm the servant's physical condition, right?" Dialect justice retorted awe-inspiringly.

"Which country's master and servant regulations are that, I haven't heard of them at all!"

Goemon retorted loudly with a red face, but the other party's stubborn and concerned look made Goemon's fragile heart tremble.

It seems that the other party really doesn't want to let go of himself, and he is really a scoundrel head of the family, and he takes advantage of this opportunity every time......

"It's so despicable, even more cunning than a ninja, Dialect." Goemon was staggering.

"I'm your brain, what if I'm not cunning and being tricked by the enemy?" The dialect replied with a proud hum.

"Woohoo......"

Goemon was pressed against the wall by the dialect for a while, pursed his lips, and finally reluctantly took off the outermost black ninja suit that he had been wearing on his body, revealing the delicate lock inside, and the immature snow-white skin, the bright color is not much worse than Saito's butterfly, and it looks like it's probably creamy.

"It's just a look, even if it's a disinfection, it's not allowed to lick and touch it, absolutely not......," Goemon warned seriously with a red face.

Fang Yan ignored it, but was completely attracted by the dazzling light of the glowing food.

Among them, several bruises with red and blue are particularly obvious, but other than that, there are no particularly noteworthy marks.

But there's no birthmark or anything, is it really clean, or is it somewhere else?

cough cough cough cough ......

"It seems that there is really no problem, it is all injuries that can be recovered after a while, which is really good." Fang Yan looked at it carefully for a while, and finally a long-lost smile appeared on his lips.

"Well, thanks to you." Goemon also responded very happily, and then hurriedly put on his ninja clothes as if he was afraid of what he would do, and continued: "But you're much worse than me, it's painful, right?" ”