The shadows reflected by the clouds in the early morning were like a fish, swimming lazily through the roofs below. Flocks of crows flew past the morning sun, some fell on the treetops, one of which was covered with light blue metallic feathers, fell on the windowsill and jumped into the house.

"Boss, get up!"

When Xia Yi woke up, "Jiu Ye" stood on the quilt with his bird beak and looked at him. As the man got up, he opened the door and flew on the corridor.

After Xia Yi finished washing up, the boy was tearing the bread to the crow. When he turned around and saw him walking down the stairs, he smiled and said hello: "Good morning, Oujisan!"

Huizi, who was busy in the kitchen, was wearing wide home clothes, with fluffy hair hanging on her shoulders, and was turning the fried eggs in the flat pan. When she heard her son's voice, she turned her head and said politely, then put the fried eggs into a plate and brought them milk.

"Eat lighter in the morning." She spoke Chinese.

Xia Yi was a little embarrassed, nodded, and sat down silently next to Zhenwu. Huizi, who had cleaned up the kitchen there, sat down opposite him and saw a bird waiting for her.

Huizi smiled slightly and picked up the knife and fork.

"One of it's big ki Mas (I'm starting to move!)" said to Xia Yi on the other side again, smiling and saying, "Mr. Xia, let's have a meal."

"Okay." Xia Yi picked up the dining knife, but was a little surprised that the other party would say something more.

But he was a little skilled in making the knife, but it was the first time he ate with a knife and fork. He ate a little slower. Seeing how the mother and son there were eating, Xia Yi learned to do it.

Opposite, Keiko Sakai applied butter on the bread slice and handed it to her son. Then, her eyes swept over the man who was burying his head and Mago, who was eating, and gently bit her small bite of bread. Her red lips moved as she chewed. She didn't know what she was thinking, and her expression became a little strange.

The eyes flashed with hazy light.

"If Junxiong was not fickle, it would be like this morning..." She murmured to herself, looking down at Xia Yi who was drinking milk there, and her cheeks were blushing.

He also said to himself softly: "...he is not bad either."

"What is mom talking about?" Zhenwu suddenly raised his face and asked, his mouth full of butter.

Huizi took the tissue and handed it to him. When she saw Xia Yiwang coming over, she smiled and said, "I'm thinking about where to take you to play on the weekend."

The little man jumped off the white wooden chair excitedly, jumped on the spot twice, ran over and held Huizi's hand, and shouted happily: "Long live Mom! I'm full..."

Turning around and running upstairs.

When Xia Yi saw the woman's eyes turn, he shook his head: "I won't go."

"Oh, that's a bit regretful." Huizi tore off a piece of bread and twisted her fingertips twice, and asked, "Mr. Xia, your right eye..."

After putting down the knife and fork, Xia Yi was silent for a moment: "I can't answer. If the injury is healed in a few days, I will leave and I won't trouble you licking."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huizi over there waved his hand quickly: "Simi, I'm not trying to drive you away, I'm just a little confused. If you don't have the convenience of answering, I don't care."

Most of the two of them were asked questions and answers at the dinner table. Xia Yi also understood that this woman wanted to know more about herself, but there were some things that could not be told to each other. After all, she burned two shrines in her country and blew up a street in Tokyo.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a terrifying part.

After a while, Xia Yi stood on the second floor and watched the mother and son drive away to the amusement park. He put on a coat and left the house and headed towards the pool over there.

I found the Budu Yuhun, which was still hidden under the hay.

I felt a little more comfortable with the weapon in my hand. I walked to the edge of the pool and sat down. I wanted to pull out the blade, but hesitated for a while, but I inserted it back.

His face is not good now, nor is he the kind of psychopath with self-healing ability. It will take at least one or two months to recover and move freely. This time he was injured a little severely.

The arm was scratched by a dark light, and the upper body was burned by fire, especially the head. If the halberd had not been blocked by the wielding halberd at that time, the whole face would have been disfigured.

The Budu Soul in his hand cannot find any resonance. Even in his prime, Xia Yi could only slash out three swords. If he could still improve in the future, he might have the fourth sword and five swords... Compared with other weapons, this Budu Soul, which has been enshrined in the shrine for a long time, should bring him unexpected surprises.

"Who are there those two serrated chain knives? "

Although there have been resonances before, I can only find some temperament and corresponding skills from it, and I cannot get stronger blessings like the Painted Ji and the Qinglong Sword.

“…It’s a pity that the quality created by the role-player is much worse.”

Sitting by the pool and thinking for a long time, Jiu Ye was also standing by, and he hangs with other crows from time to time. It lasts until three o'clock in the afternoon. The mother and son don't come back. After not seeing anyone in the room, Huizi was a little panicked. Instead, Zhenwu ran to the pool to find Xia Yi, who was sitting there by the pool and thinking about things.

"I thought you were gone..."

Back in the room, Huizi carried the shopping bag, stretched out her slender arms and handed it over: "This is for you, there is a set of clothes and a pair of shoes inside, and your shoes are torn and can't be worn."

Xia Yi looked down at the leather shoes with a broken mouth, and reached out to take them with a bit embarrassed.

"Thanks."

"No need to thank you! Ah! By the way, there is a small thing here!" Huizi took out a little tumbler with red face from her bag and put it in Xia Yi's hand, "This is the mascot of the island country, you must keep it."

After saying that, he said a few more words to his son, carried another shopping bag, and ran up the stairs.

After dinner, perhaps because he was too tired during the day, Matsu went to bed early. Huizi also greeted Xia Yi who was watching TV, and even blinked at Xia Yi mysteriously.

Shortly after the woman went upstairs, Xia Yi, who continued to watch the TV show, heard a doorbell.

The gentle expression gradually faded and gradually became expressionless.

As if this was the expression he should have, Xia Yi slowly stood up, took the fruit knife placed on the coffee table and put it into her cuffs, and saw through the cat's eyes a man with a height of medium height and a little fat, about thirty years old.

The other party hesitated and wandered at the door, unlike a policeman like plainclothes.

Xia Yi held the handle and opened the door. The man suddenly excitedly looked towards the slowly opened door gap.

He shouted, "Ah, then he (dear)!"
Chapter completed!