Chapter 177
As more and more people came to the house, Qingxi decided to prepare a feast.
Considering that there is a vegetarian in the family, Qingxi made the menu half meat and half vegetarian.
It’s simple, Xingming is the first batch of cubs that I raised, so I have to pamper him.
However, it seemed that this New Year's Eve was destined to be a restless one for Qingxi.
"Gaga, Gyoumei on the island of mourning is encountering an upper-rank demon, requesting support."
Bang!
In the room, Qingxi, who was opening a pile of lucky bags, dropped the lucky bag in his hand.
Without caring about anything else, she stood up suddenly and was about to catch the mutant crow that came to report the news to ask for clarification, but when she thought about what was most important at the moment, her eyes fell on Yagen Toushirou and Okurigara.
"Yakugen, Mr. Daikuri." She said. "Please!"
Yagen Toushirou and Daikurigara stood up and said, "Let's go back and prepare."
"I'll go call Jiro." After saying that, she ran away barefoot and wearing only a single layer of clothes.
Horikawa Kunihiro also stood up: "In that case, I will go and prepare as well."
"Then I'll go too." Tsurumaru Kuninaga responded.
There were seven people in the room, and suddenly only two were left, Jiang Xue Sawamonji and Suzumaru Tsuneji, who were also preparing to go back to their room to get a knife.
"Jiro can't carry two adults." Tsurumaru Kuninaga explained to the two as he returned to his room, "And the sight of a katana at night is not as good as a short wedge, so she didn't send you out just because you are new."
At this point, Tsurumaru Kuninaga bared his teeth. He had already returned to his room and opened the shoji door. Before entering, he did not forget to remind him, "If the master wants to go out, don't let her go. The ingredients from the Gourmet World on her have made the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps stronger than ordinary people. Although Muzan Kibutsuji has temporarily stopped because of the trap we set for him, who knows if he will send demons to search behind the scenes... The master's safety is in your hands."
The two sword masters, who were suddenly told that they also had responsibilities on their shoulders, kept their expressions unchanged, but their attention was a little more tense.
Everyone was moving very fast. Not long after Qingxi called the only crow Jiro in the crow house, Yagen Toushirou and Daikurigara also arrived in battle uniforms. Without saying anything, the two of them turned over and sat on Jiro's back.
Qingxi reached out and patted Jiro's wings.
Jiro was now older and taller than her. "Thank you for your hard work. After you send Yaken and Mr. Daikuri over, you can fly back again."
It can be said that being woken up in one's sleep is not a good temper, but the situation is urgent and human lives are at stake, so one can only hold back the anger.
After Qingxi retreated three meters, its black wings spread out and flapped violently towards the ground. In the night, a huge crow flew up from the Beiming Island House. Led by the mutant crow that came to report, the two crows flew away quickly and disappeared into the sky soon.
Qingxi stood there for a long time before her brain seemed to start working normally. She let out a low scream of surprise.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" As if to dispel the depressing atmosphere in this space, Tsurumaru Kuninaga jumped to her side, squatted down, and looked up at her slightly.
Qingxi, who already had a resistance to Tsurumaru Kuninaga's cuteness as long as it wasn't too over the top, looked him in the eye and said, "I forgot to give Yaken and the others amulets."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga tilted his head, puzzled: "As for the amulets, the ones you gave them before, Master, are they still wearing them, why are you giving them to you again now?"
Qingxi gave him a look that said, "You don't understand," and she said, "Think about what happened to them after the Demon Slayer Corps eliminated the two upper-rank demons.
If it's more against one, we have more and he has one, I'm completely confident that everyone on our side will be fine. Of course, at best they might just break a rib or two, or suffer minor injuries, but now it's Xingming and the Upper Rank one on one."
Her eyelashes drooped. "Let me say something that might damage our morale. With the example of the former Flame Pillar, Mr. Rengoku, who was almost a one-for-one trade, I have no confidence in Xingming facing the Upper Rank Demons alone. What I hope more is that he can hold on until Yaken and Daikuri arrive.
As for Yaken and Daikutari, Daikutari is fine, but I'm more worried about Yaken. Even if he uses the Nichirin Sword instead of his own main body, it's still very fragile. What if it breaks? How many amulets will be enough?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Although I guess Yaken will be happy to hear that you are worried about him, he will also be very disappointed. After all, as a swordsman, who wants to be treated like a weakling by the Shinsengumi all the time?"
Qingxi glanced at him sideways and said, "I don't think it's shameful to be a fragile person. In the face of life, everything else can be put behind it."
"Yes, yes, master, you are right." Tsurumaru Kuninaga nodded in response.
It's this echoing sound that makes people feel that the other party is just being perfunctory.
Qingxi glanced at him and finally didn't continue the conversation around this topic.
It's just that people have different opinions, and there is no need for her to pretend that the world is united.
"A-choo!"
The winter night was cold. Qing Xiguang, who was only wearing an inner shirt and a muscle jacket, was already feeling cold from the cold wind just by standing still.
Seeing this, Tsurumaru Kuninaga took off his white robe and put it over her.
"Master, your cold has just healed. Don't let it get you cold tonight and then have a fever tomorrow." The white-haired young man muttered, "If Yaoyan gets back and finds out, he'll definitely use his original form to scream, 'I'll be pierced through by you.'"
With the idea that anyone who doesn't wear clothes is a fool, Qingxi put on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's outer robe without any pressure. Feeling the warmth of his body, she curled her lips and said, "If you dare to repeat these words in front of Yakumo, I will really believe them."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga reached out, picked up the hat from the back of his robe and covered Qingxi's head with it.
He wouldn't be stupid enough to go to the pharmaceutical research institute to talk about it!
Horikawa Kunihiro glanced at Kiyoki, then quietly left the group. When he came back, he had a haori with a fox fur lining in his hand.
He handed the haori to Qingxi and said, "Master, you should wear this. Mr. Tsurumaru's outer robe obviously looks very long on you, but it is only one layer and it is not warm."
Qingxi looked at the haori that Horikawa Kunihiro handed to her, then looked down at the outer robe she was wearing, and then decisively took off the outer robe and returned it.
She said, "Horikawa, you're right. Tsurumaru's outer robe only looks warmer with those two white fur balls."
"Master, don't you think you are ungrateful?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga took his outer robe and said with a helpless smile.
Qingxi, who was wearing the haori that Horikawa Kunihiro brought over, said very casually: "Wear a thicker coat next time. I promise that I will wear yours at that time. I won't take it off and give it back to you even if you ask me to."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't believe it: "Really?"
Qingxi nodded: "Yeah, really."
However, when Tsurumaru Kuninaga really waited until that time, he still didn't have that opportunity.
Because, at that time, someone would always think of these things before him.
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The five of them waited for about half an hour, and then they saw Jiro's figure faintly in the horizon.
Qingxi's attention, which had been diverted by Tsurumaru Kuninaga, was focused again.
The black crow slowly descended. Because it flew too fast, it breathed white air in the dark night.
"How is Xingming?" Qingxi asked worriedly.
"The last amulet was broken when we arrived," Jiro said. "But he wasn't seriously injured."
When Qingxi heard this, she felt like she was going to die. She took out a small box from her gourmet cell and threw it into the arms of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was sitting on Jiro's back with a seat belt fastened.
"Except for the three I have on me, all the remaining amulets are here. You can take care of them when you get there."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga picked up the small wooden box and shook it, "Wow, this is really a big deal."
If the amulets that were scrapped by Qingxi were two large wooden boxes, then the amulet that she successfully made was only this small wooden box.
Moreover, because she often gave them to the pillars, and whenever the amulet on their bodies broke, she would replace it for them, so the amulet in this small wooden box was often not full.
He said half jokingly, half seriously: "Don't worry, I will use them sparingly and won't use them all up."
Qingxi: "...You might as well not say it. When you say it, it always makes me feel like you are setting a flag."
She waved at the two of them, "No matter what, don't get yourself hurt too much. So far, I haven't tried to give any of you a hand-in, um, hand-in, right? I don't think you would want a Shinsengumi who was born without a background and who spent half a year or a year learning to make an amulet to give you a hand-in.
...After all, I was actually quite worried that if I put it into your hands, they would turn into kitchen knives. After all, I am familiar with it."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga started trembling exaggeratedly as he listened, "Master, you're turning a good treatment into a horror story."
He waved at her and said, "Anyway, Horikawa and I will be on our way." His golden eyes swept over Jiang Xue Sawamonji and Suzumaru Tsuneji, "The master's safety is in your hands."
They both nodded.
After seeing off Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Horikawa Kunihiro, she felt that they would not be able to come back for a while. Considering that she had just recovered from an illness, if she got sick again, it might not be as simple as taking three bowls of Chinese medicine a day when she moved into the Crow House. The three reliable doctors in the Butterfly House, including Yaken, might want to add three pounds of Coptis chinensis to her medicine so that she would remember it after drinking it.
Returning to her room, Qingxi looked at the lucky bags that were mostly unopened and spread out on the ground. She rubbed her forehead, packed up all the unopened ones and stuffed them into her food backpack. She would take them out and open them when she had time. The remaining opened items were put away according to their types. The boxes that looked of good quality and had no store marks were cleaned and put away sometime. In the future, when the family wanted to give something as a gift, they could use these boxes. The ones with store marks that looked of poor quality were all opened and put in the kitchen, even for burning to make use of their last bit of heat.
The three of them cleaned up together, and the room full of lucky bags was quickly cleared. However, the time spent waiting for the people who went to support them to return was a bit difficult.
Qingxi sat on the mattress. In addition to her thick haori, she was also wearing her thick quilt for sleeping.
At this time, she looked especially like a girl living in modern times. No matter what she did in her room on a winter night, she would cover herself with a quilt first. She didn't care about her image, as long as she was warm enough.
She stared at a certain spot on the tatami for a long time and suddenly stood up.
The room was particularly quiet, and her sudden movement attracted the attention of the two young men sitting in her room.
Qingxi: "...The scent of the wisteria outside seems to have faded. I'll go out and take a look."
"I'll go." Jiang Xue Sawamonji said calmly and stood up.
The fact that ghosts don't like the scent of wisteria flowers had been made known to others in Honmaru long before they were arranged to come here on the expedition. Therefore, when Qingxi mentioned that the fragrance of the flowers had become lighter, he understood what she meant.
"Wait a moment." Qingxi crawled out from under the quilt. She took down the smallest box from the top layer of smaller boxes stacked on top of the larger box in the room, opened the lid, took out a piece of spice from inside and handed it to him. "If it's burned out, light another one. If it's not burned out, bring it back."
This way you can save yourself a trip.
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