Chapter 165 There is a group of desperate housewives

165.

"Too cunning initial knife!"

Kashuu Kiyomitsu, who was sneaking over with his dagger ready to squeeze out at any moment, was still proud of his own cleverness. He didn't expect that when he was talking to Yamato-kami Yasunari, he turned around and saw you and Yamaubakiri Kunihiro "looking at each other affectionately".

He rushed over, grabbed your clothes, turned his head and glared at Yamaubakiri Kunihiro: "A blade actually ran away! Didn't we agree that the blade who drew the lot for the master would have to use the knife equipment to decide the victory or defeat?!"

Only by rubbing out the Lucky Blade with a golden sword outfit can you help Alluki draw good luck!

"Oh." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro calmly put away the remaining signature paper. He turned to look at Kashuu Kiyomitsu and said calmly, "I don't know."

So Mei Ren didn't agree with them.

After taking off the blanket, Yamaubakiri Kunihiro is more difficult to deal with than before... Kashuu Kiyomitsu is so angry that his teeth itch. He no longer bothers about the lucky sign, but turns around and starts to act coquettishly with you: "Master, look at the New Year's card I prepared——"

He held up the greeting card he had written earlier and handed it to you, a little proud: "How is it? Isn't it cute? Hehe, now I am the first Blade to send a greeting card to the master."

It's really cute and fragrant, with a scent of camellia flowers, but...

You point to the amazing stick figure in the middle of the card, look down at California Clearlight, and wonder, “Why draw a white poop?”

Obviously the small decorations around are all very cute... Could it be that Kiyomitsu's hobby has evolved from "liking cute things" to "liking weird cute things" without your knowledge?

The feeling that your aunt has grown up without you knowing it makes you feel a little complicated, but you still pat Kashuu Kiyomitsu on the shoulder and comfort him: "It's okay, no matter what you like, you are still my aunt's aunt."

I just like weird things. And this... this stick figure looks abstract at first glance, but if you look closely... it's so abstract that it's a little cute! It even has two dot eyes on it.

"...No, that's a snake, Master!"

California Kiyomitsu was so desperate that he just wanted to act cute and coquettish, but he didn't expect to be able to sprint in the opposite direction. Who can save Alluki's brain circuit?

“Oh…oh…” You touched your nose, looked away, and chuckled twice, “Well…well, this…this snake is…very tasty! Very plump!”

The other Fuzang gods who wanted to give away cards quietly hid the cards behind their bodies, and made up their minds to go back and make a new text-only version - a painting that took an hour to carefully carve might just be colorful poop in the eyes of the owner. Although this is nothing... it is still too hard on the blade!

At this time, the blade with artistic cultivation has a sense of superiority.

Unfortunately, their greeting cards are too artistic, and with your level of aesthetics, it is a bit difficult to understand, so you completely fail to understand what the "Ukiyo-e style", "superb simplicity", and "close to Heian-kyo art" on such a small card mean.

You can only try to distinguish the words you recognize from the simple lines and extreme colors, and then compliment: "Well, this seal also mirrors the inverted S and is painted with a wavy feeling. It is worthy of being a song fairy!"

"...Lord, this is the Chinese character '巳', which means snake."

Sorry, you are such a knowledgeable but intermittent sports player.

…

"Well, is everyone here?" Mitsutada Takakiri came in with an Eho roll, interrupting the awkward atmosphere in the hall. "The Eho roll is ready... the special fried tofu roll is also ready. Kogunemaru-dono will bring it over in a while."

"This is the New Year's beans for the master." Candida Kiritada placed the cooked beans in front of you and smiled at you. "I forgot to prepare it a few years ago... The master has to eat the beans equal to his age plus one."

Oh, eating beans, you are familiar with this.

You count the beans and put them into your mouth. After you have eaten all the beans, just when you want to take a glass of water to slow down, you look up and see blades all around you.

You almost spit out water: "...What are you doing?"

"Eh... the master is so small?" Maori Toushirou, who was counting beans with you, was a little excited, his aho-hair shaking in the air, "The master is a child!"

"No... To humans, the master is already an adult, and a very good judge of the gods." Ichigo Ichijin grabbed Mori Toushirou, "Mori, don't treat the master like a child."

“It’s not impossible.” You changed your sitting position, shook off the sleeves of your yellow robe, and said in a deep voice, “I am now over fifty years old, but compared to you, my age is not even a fraction of yours. So…”

You reach out your hand to Yiqi Yizhen and flatten your palm: "Yiqi Ni, this is a New Year's gift, thank you."

*

You received many, many small sentences.

When they hear that you are going to give out New Year's money, all the other Blades rush over and rush to stuff red envelopes into your hands.

"Do you want to be pressured by your children? Come to your father."

"Well, after all, a bird is still a chick."

"Xiaopan? I dug a lot in the dungeon before! Yoshi, give them all to the master!"

"Master... Master, are you short of money? Damn it, as the sword that the Master trusts the most, I, Hasebe, didn't even notice... Are these enough?"

"Huh? You still want this kind of thing for New Year's money? Take it. I'm not like those fake people over there."

…

You look at the red envelopes piled on you and think about it. You feel that this group of blades is taking advantage of you. You are not sure, so you give them a try in a few weeks to see how things go.

"Hey, Master, do you want to go make rice cakes with Tsuru?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga came over carrying a wooden hammer. "It would be too boring for only me and Xiao Jialuo to help."

Daikurigara, who was following behind Tsurumaru Kuninaga, stole a glance at you, then quickly looked away, and mercilessly exposed the truth that Tsurumaru Kuninaga went to make rice cakes: "Because you stole the mirror cake."

"Eh? Little Jialuo, why did you suddenly expose me... I was just..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga felt a little guilty, "I just wanted to taste the craftsmanship of Guangfang for my master."

"……Oh."

"Mr. Tsuru." Candelaikiri Mitsutada, who was passing by, was full of murderous intent as the master of the kitchen, "It's okay to steal the mirror cakes that have been placed on display..."

He slowly approached Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "But by using snow to mold the shape of mirror cakes and placing them together with the leftover mirror cakes, trying to confuse them with the real thing, the remaining mirror cakes are also inedible."

"This waste of food—"

Kadakiri Mitsutada took a few steps back and gave a perfect smile.

"Mr. Tsuru, you should go to the fields and experience how hard it is to get food."

"Don't worry, I have arranged the order of the following episodes for Mr. Tsuru."

Ah... you looked away and stuffed a piece of tangerine into your mouth. The candlesticks became more and more chewy, and you became more and more like a patriarch. It was really scary.

But the act of using snow puppets to make mirror cakes was quite genius. Okutari also said that Tsurumaru Kuninaga ate the orange on the mirror cake, then cleaned up the skin and put it back.

If a passing dagger hadn't accidentally hit the box of mirror cakes, no one would have noticed this "shock".

But dinner will be ready in a while... Uh, the NPCs at home seem to be planning to eat until next year, and they want to watch performances while eating...

You rolled around in the oversized quilt.

A bit boring.

"Ah, boring words..."

Higekiri, who had just finished a drinking contest with Jiro Tachi, came over with a little smell of alcohol. He tilted his head, and his creamy yellow hair swayed slightly.

"Will the owner come to participate in the bean-scattering activity?"

"Throwing beans?"

You looked at Higekiri in confusion. Isn't it possible to just take the beans and scatter them everywhere while shouting "Demons out, good fortune in"?

Oh, last year during the New Year's Eve in Honmaru, when it was Higekiri's turn to throw beans, he shouted very loudly, "Cut all the demons that come in." Kneemaru next to him was so anxious that he turned around on the spot, and kept saying, "Anika, that's not what you mean."

After it was done, Higekiri said happily not to worry about such a small matter.

Then it was Higemaru's turn to throw the beans. The boy was probably still thinking about Higekiri's wrong lines, and the first thing he shouted was "Devil out, Anika in."

Well, afterwards, Hibikimaru very solemnly knelt down in front of you, with mosquito-coated eyes and a tomato face, while saying very seriously that he didn't mean it.

"That's right." Higekiri pulled out a ghost mask from behind him. "One person plays the role of the ghost, and the other person sprinkles beans on the ghost to drive it away... It seems to be a very interesting activity. I will participate with... Edo, that... Dodomaru."

"Hinamaru, brother! It's already... it's already a new year, why... why can't you remember my name?"

"Hahaha, the name isn't that important. Don't take it too seriously. That... Sob Pill."

“So…” Higekiri looked at you again, smiling softly, “Will the head of the family participate?”

As for the fact that he had drawn the ghost team before... well, that doesn't matter. As long as the head of the family participates, he will be on the head of the family's team.

"Don't worry about losing. My brother and I will ensure the victory of the head of the family."

"...You are just trying to provoke me. Unfortunately, I don't take provocations." You looked at Higekiri and laughed, "I don't lose anything if I lose."

"Oh my, the master of the house has found out? So what does the master of the house eat? Sexual temptation? No problem, my brother can provide it."

"Eh? Brother, can I come?"

"I like ice cream, especially ice cream in winter." You said seriously, "How did you divide into groups?"

"Let's draw lots." Imakaki flew over and counted on his fingers, "I, Yasuda, Higekiri, Catfish, Toyozene, and Himezuru are ghosts."

"Gahhahaha, I'm the one throwing the beans." Yan Rong walked over, "Kakashi Kiyomitsu, Kneemaru, Kotobuki, Nanquan Ichimonji, Goie Kanemitsu."

There are not enough people in the two divisions... You looked at the blade working in the large hallway, curled up in the futon, stood up and walked over, poking Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi's shoulder: "Hey, Nagayoshi, are there a lot of documents?"

"Huh? Why are you suddenly concerned about this?" Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi turned to look at you, "I was just calculating the income and expenditure of Honmaru this year."

"Damn it..." Hasebe struggled with the table until his hair was all frizzy. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, he still couldn't defeat the negative data sheet. "Why... why is it a negative income? Hasn't Hakata been to the dungeon several times?"

"Everyone spends a lot." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro looked away, "...after all, we go to Man'ya every month for shopping." It's not uncommon for Ren to want to go to Man'ya when he suddenly feels interested.

"Let me see." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi picked up the expense form and quickly scanned it. "Except for fixed expenses...what's left?"

A new laugh bag? The week's hottest and best-selling nail polish set? A useless coin that's whiter and sounds better than before?

"Finally, this small flower pattern cape... you bought it, right? It's a fake."

"…I went to the dungeon with Hakata." This was the money he earned through his own hard work, so Ben Ge shouldn't say anything more.

…

In this situation, when you look at the money-conscious people who are worried about their expenses, it seems as if you are seeing a group of people who are worried about their family expenses...

Desperate housewife.

"Hehehe..." Guijia Zhenzong, who had sat next to you at some point, looked up at you and smiled. "So, what's the matter, Gou Xiu Jinsama? If nothing, can you let me be Gou Xiu Jinsama's dog? It would be best if you could tie me up tightly with this red rope, and then..."

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro promptly physically banned him to prevent him from using words that should not appear on the green website.

"Oh, nothing much, I just wanted to invite everyone to join in the bean-scattering activity."

"Throwing beans?" Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi looked away and sighed, "I don't have time to play tag... Wait, you want to join?"

He capped the pen and said nonchalantly, "Well, it's good to exercise occasionally to prevent rust."

"Master, do you want to be a ghost?" The Ba-shaped naginata stared at you quietly, "I understand, I will deal with the other blades."

"No, except for me, you are all ghosts." You called out Frey, stuffed a handful of beans into his hand, and put on your sunglasses. "Frey and I are about to carry out a just siege on you."

"Tremble, little ghosts!"