"Thank you, thank you. Please use this site. The middle-aged peasant, dressed in simple clothes and with a simple face, knelt respectfully on the damp dirt in front of his dilapidated house, his forehead against the ground, and expressed his heartfelt gratitude that his field had been preserved by that sneaky hand.

Who?

"Ahhh This is a richly dressed aristocratic minister with a fan in his hand, he speaks words of thanks in a strange and tongue-twisting tone, and his face, which looks very pale because he doesn't go out much, is full of reserved joy. Because of the strange and terrifying sounds in his house every night, the demons who sucked the blood of the guards on duty at night from time to time were destroyed. **

Who are you?

"Nope!! The old man has no food at all! "Dressed in a garment made of rich silk, the old man who was supposed to be kind and kind on his face was full of mean and unkind face, and his old, wrinkled face was full of disgust, and he waved his hand in annoyance, as if to drive away something." The old man doesn't have a grain of extra food for the untouchables! ”

Behind him, there is a full granary.

There were bursts of weak pleas outside, men and women, old and young, but when they heard these voices, the old man showed an even more impatient expression, turned around and waved away.

Who are you?!

"You are Bishamontian! You are the embodiment of Bishamon Heaven on earth! Countless voices rang out, and all men, women, and children in rags knelt on the ground, and in front of them, a simple copper bowl floated in the air, the mouth of the bowl was facing down, and it was astonishing that countless grains were poured out of the small copper bowl, and in a short time they were piled up into a small mountain. When the men, women, and children who seemed to be refugees saw so much food, tears of excitement filled their eyes, and they knelt down more sincerely.

"You ........."

"Master ......"

"Moderator ......"

Countless individuals, countless voices.

They.

In thanks

In the kneeling worship

In confession

Swearing

in remorse

However, he didn't know any of them.

Who?! Who the hell are you?! Who the hell are you?!

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In the dead of night, both youkai and humans should have fallen into a deep sleep and enjoyed this comfortable time that belongs to them.

Monster Mountain, in the world, the two noisiest populated areas in Genshin Township on weekdays, are also as quiet as water at the moment.

With the exception of the night guards, all the inhabitants had already fallen asleep.

Because of the next day's work, the residents of the world have already laid down in bed early in order not to bring their physical fatigue to the next day.

The youkai also fell into a wonderful dream with satisfaction and joy because of the end of the big and small banquets that occur every day.

However, while the inhabitants of this Gensokyo are immersed in sweet dreams, there is still one [person] who has not yet been able to fall asleep.

In the master bedroom of [Suluoju], in the dark perspective, only three figures can be vaguely seen lying on the big bed in the middle of the room, two slightly petite figures on the left and one on the right snuggled up to the tall figure in the middle and fell into a deep sleep, and the two figures made lovely breathing sounds from time to time.

Ashmida hugged his two wives on the left and right arms, feeling their soft and delicate bodies and their gentle heartbeat, the corners of Ashmida's mouth were slightly hooked. Soon, though, his expression sank.

Why hasn't he fallen asleep when everyone is asleep?

The simple reason is...

He had insomnia.

To be precise, he was already asleep, but after waking up in the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep again.

Chest tightness and shortness of breath, but you can't find the reason, and the feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep is enough to make many people crazy.

In order to prevent his wives from discovering his abnormality, he lay on the bed, adjusted his breathing and heartbeat, pretended that he was asleep, and waited for his wives to fall asleep before he began to think about his dreams.

The countless disjointed and disordered fragments, the vague figures, the vague dialogues, the actions of unknown meaning.

What does all this have to do with him?

Why did he feel so familiar?

But whether it was in this life or in a previous life, he was sure that he had not encountered anything similar.

After waking up from that previous dream, his mind was full of thinking about the people who were vague in the dream just now, who was it??

But no matter how much he searched his memory, he didn't have the slightest impression.

The more he thought about this, the more entangled he became, the usual good state of mind seemed to be absent at this moment, and the meditation for many years was gone at this moment, and now he was like an ordinary man desperately remembering something important to him, but he couldn't remember it.

"Ada?" Unconsciously, his eyebrows were intertwined, and his breathing became heavier unconsciously, but his abnormality was to wake up his wife beside him.

"What's wrong with you?" Yakumo Zi propped her hands on the bed, propped herself up, and looked at her husband worriedly.

"Your heart is in turmoil." Kazami Yuka held Ashmida's left hand tightly and turned sideways, a hint of worry hidden in her seemingly calm eyes.

"No, how could I..." Ashmida lifted the quilt, propped herself up, and barely held up a smile to get past it, but the corners of her mouth had just curved, and the two wives pulled both cheeks left and right.

"It's fake~." Yakumo Zi smiled skillfully on his face, but the purple pupils were cold, and at the same time he increased the strength of his hands.

"It's ugly." Kazami Yuka's expression, as always, showed a rare hint of annoyance, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase a little.

"Paper, young fragrance, across the rice Ka Ka Both cheeks were pulled, and her white and handsome face, like that of a young child, was pulled into a tolerable image, and Ashmida vaguely wanted his wife to let go of him.

"Ada, do you have something to hide from us and Youxiang again?" Yakumo Zi didn't let go of his hand when he heard this, and his beautiful and charming little face leaned into Ashmida's ear and whispered slowly in his ear.

Feeling the exhalation in his ears, Ashmida did not feel a little charming in his heart, but felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

"I ......" Looking at the questioning eyes of the two wives, Ashmida took a deep breath and smiled very reluctantly, and... The quibble was held back by a fair, delicate finger.

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ps: Hawkers, the exam is over, but the three-dimensional things are coming one after another, the poor road has just finished the exam, and you have to run for your work, and whether you can restore the poor road in April is now uncertain. After the poor road stabilizes, the poor road will be updated, and this book will not give up! At least there is still a little manuscript in the poor road.,In April, the poor road will still be updated.,Of course,If the manuscript is finished,,You can only wait for the poor road to touch the computer code word.........

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