According to the vague memory in his mind, Yahara found the order to deliver the Neal figure to the eldest brother when he left, which showed that it was June 13, and then three days later, that is, at noon on June 16.

I started my second journey to another world.

But now the time displayed in the lower right of the screen is June 19, and three full days have passed.

Indecision, quantum mechanics.

While dealing with private messages and replying to customer needs based on his own inventory, Yahara asked the system what the hell was going on?

And Lingyuzi held the cold can, drank Coke with relish, and looked at this strange room curiously.

The concrete walls, the new tables and chairs that she had never seen before, the soft mattresses, and the faintly glowing box that Yohara was working on all gave her a sense of unique novelty.

"It turns out that the world of travel after the official start is proportional to the flow of time in reality, and it is not always static." It seems that Yahara is bored staring at the computer screen in a daze, but in fact he is thinking about the ratio of time between the other world and reality.

"Strictly speaking, I actually stayed in Demon Slayer for about three years, and the reality is three days, which translates to a 365:1 relationship......"

The heart hanging in his chest slowly drooped, and Yahara was glad that he didn't choose to stay longer, if he had been away for a long time, he would catch up with the enthusiastic landlord to greet him, and it would have been possible to report the disappearance directly.

After all, in his eyes, he is just a little broken child with a withdrawn personality and no relatives and no reason.

Stretching his body, Yehara looked back at the well-behaved Lingyuzi who was sitting upright, and suddenly thought of the problem of placing such a big living person.

Although it is not a long time to come back each time, only three days, but in the long run, sooner or later it will be revealed.

"The host can choose to travel directly to the next world without having to stay in reality."

The sudden electronic sound startled Yahara, who immediately calmed down again.

According to the current situation, the old bungalow where we currently live does not have cameras that can be seen everywhere outside, and with the improvement of everyone's living standards, they all coincidentally bought their own houses on the outskirts of the city.

In other words, the flow of people is also gradually decreasing, and the difficulty of keeping secrets is not as great as I imagined, and leaving rashly will attract the attention of Uncle Zhang and others.

Staring at the orders that continue to be filled, the haze in Yeyuan's heart has also dispersed, no matter what so many things to do, he is the happiest to make money.

......

"Zero, tell you something, you don't have to always call me Yahara-sama in the future." Walking on the embankment gravel road that I haven't been to for a long time, with the breeze blowing after the rain, Yahara feels extremely comfortable.

The road is moderately wide and narrow, making it ideal for running and relaxing, especially on summer evenings, when there is a constant stream of pedestrians walking like Yahara.

And with white hair and an ungodly appearance, the surplus child naturally attracted a lot of attention, especially the old man and the old lady.

Curious to see the vehicles on the road not far away shuttling back and forth into the river of light, Ling Yuzi subconsciously turned around and looked up at the figure of Yehara, and asked, "Why?" ”

"I'm not a replacement for Onimai Tsuji, and you're not a playmaker under me." Yahara picked up a leaf from the bushes on the side of the road and felt the coolness: "We are partners and friends who travel together. ”

Perhaps it was the help of the system, Yehara was surprised to find that what Lingyuzi said was actually in Mandarin, which happened to save him the trouble of teaching.

Learning a language is very difficult and easy to lose.

"That's... What should I call it? Lingyuzi was a little difficult, and his eyebrows were furrowed and he was thinking hard.

Since the death of her parents, she has directly entered the camp of Onimai Tsuji, and her contact is only between superiors and subordinates, and all kinds of names for humans are limited to entertaining guests in hotels.

"You haven't thought about it yet, why don't you just call me by name?" During the time he returned to reality, Yehara explained to Zero Yuzi that his surname was "Night" based on the habit here, which caused him to exclaim again and again.

It always feels like picking up a child who hasn't grown up.

"That's... Not quite right? Zero Yuzi's eyes dodged, and he carefully followed behind Yahara, his face a little hot.

"Really? Except for Lord Yahara, the rest is up to you. Looking at the pedestrians laughing and walking beside him, the warm and harmonious atmosphere made Yahara even have a strange illusion, and his memory was still stuck in the troubled era of Demon Slayer.

It's like, it's just a faint dream, and I forget it when I wake up.

......

In order to prevent unnecessary trouble caused by the strange appearance of the child, Yehara specially arranged for her to go back to her small rental house to stay, and she went to the supermarket to buy ingredients and prepare for cooking.

In my two-year travel career, I didn't get lucky enough to get to the hotel every day. More often than not, they are roasting against the big trees and cooking by themselves by relying on the fresh vegetables prepared in advance.

In those days when seasoning was scarce, Yahara honed his skills in controlling the heat and was able to bring out the original freshness of the ingredients to the fullest.

In order to take into account the differences in the diet of the remnants, Yahara even made a miso soup with a rich soup and a smooth texture to meet the needs of the unprepared.

When the sweet and sour fish-flavored shredded pork and the tempting aroma of braised beans are brought to the dining table in the living room, the whole room seems to be filled with the smell of life.

Seeing that Yehara finally came out, he hurriedly handed him a pair of chopsticks, and then he couldn't wait to taste a bite of beans.

The slightly rotten beans were salty and delicious, and the fragrance was incomparable, and Lingyuzi only felt that her tongue was tightly surrounded by an unprecedented thick taste, and she couldn't help but smile from the deliciousness she had never experienced.

Seeing this, Yahara also tried to take a bite, and sure enough, it was still this familiar taste, and people who had not been bombarded with various spices would never be able to imagine its sacredness!

Sitting in the brightly lit living room with someone in front of someone who could trust enough to share secrets was something that Yahara had never imagined a long time ago.

Family? Friend? Or a partner? It was too far away for him then.

After a simple and simple dinner, Zero Yuzi volunteered to wash the dishes, and Yehara was naturally lazy.

However, the division of labor and cooperation is also a small pleasure of daily life.

Standing on the balcony and looking at the silver moonlight, Yahara was thinking about the figures and cards that he would send to the courier station tomorrow, while savoring the joy at this time.

With a near-infinite lifespan, he can always enjoy the pleasure he wants.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Yahara suddenly remembered that the big boss of Onimai Tsuji Muru was still imprisoned in his bracelet.

With the intention of digesting food, he swept through the space where there was no edge in the middle of the jade, and finally found the ghost king in a place where gray smoke was wafting away.

"Yo, Mr. Wu Miserable, long time no see?" Yahara looked at the red eyes of Onimai Tsuji, and said jokingly.