The gurgling water is flowing down from a slightly higher position, overflowing the smooth stone surface, flowing out from the gaps where the layers of gravel are squeezed together, pouring on the bent back, turning red into a plush
He poked his head towards the young man.
My wife, Zenitsu, squatted on the side with her knees in her hands, looking boredly at her companions who were bathing in the water of this super mini waterfall formed by the terrain.
It didn't count as taking a shower. The boy with red hair just took off his upper body and rubbed it on himself with gritted teeth. He also took off his light gray F-skirt and rinsed it hastily in the water. He still had some clothes left on his body.
Wear a strange pair of trousers. The legs are short and only reach the top of the thigh. They don't look loose at all. They stick to the body tightly, and there is no crotch cloth underneath.
If the king knew what he was thinking, he might tell him with complicated emotions. This is called fat.
Zenitsu moved his eyes dully to the ground aside, where there were piles of things that Glory took out of his pocket before doing laundry.
There was a piece of paper with an address written on it. From the exposed part, one could clearly see that the first few words seemed to be "Tokyo Prefecture" and a pile of coins with a very large face value.
Ah, so much money, so much money.
"What are you looking at?"
The red-haired boy walked over with his wet and dripping head, noticed where his gaze was, and rummaged through the huge pile of property quite casually, and picked out the note: "Are you curious about this?
?This is just a note with the location of my residence."
No, it's not that, I just think you are very rich and good at talking.
"Aren't you going to wash your face, my wife?" The red-haired boy shook the water droplets from his hair, "How about you at least wash your face? It has snot on it."
"Hey, Glory." Zenitsu suddenly straightened his back, his face full of seriousness.
"Huh? Ah? What's wrong?"
"are you--"
Shan Yi's eyes became sharp:
"-Are you a young master from a wealthy family?"
"..."
"Why do you think so?" I wiped a handful of water on my face again, but soon there was new water flowing down, because two bunches of wet white hair were sticking to my forehead, and the thin water flowed smoothly.
The hair flows down.
Even I don’t know what my identity is here. How did you guess the young master?
"Look!" He stretched out his arm and pointed at the ground, his expression a little indignant. In layman's terms, what should this be called, Qiu Fu?
"You just carry so much money with you casually! And you don't care at all. Doesn't this mean you are so rich?! And!" He stood up again, walked to me aggressively, and stretched out his dirty
His dark hand slapped my chest...?
My face turned black just by brushing it.
"Look at your bastard figure, you look like a pampered young master! Damn it! Why?!! Why does a handsome guy have so much money?! Damn young master, ahhhh--"
He couldn't speak complete words because I pinched his face with one hand.
"Uh-huh--"
Because I pinched his face, my thumb and the other four fingers squeezed both cheeks hard, my wife Zenitsu pouted her mouth due to my pinching, and her words were unclear, and the only thing she could hear was "woo woo", maybe
Making a questioning voice.
"My wife, your hands are very dirty." I said to him condescendingly, taking advantage of my height advantage of a few centimeters:
"I finally cleaned myself up, but you didn't tell me to take a shower yourself, and you even put a dirty black handprint on me. Do you think I have a high tolerance for mess?"
I smashed my forehead against his, and saw myself with a murderous expression in his frightened golden pupils... Oh, I look so fierce when I look like that.
"Moreover," I let go of my hand and corrected my expression back to gentle (?) friendly (?):
"If the muscles are too exaggerated, don't you think it's ugly?" Besides, it's a waste of time. Is it okay for employees to have six-pack abs? Six-pack!
"...g?"
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So now I'm waiting for Zenitsu to take a bath.
My impression of my wife, Zenitsu, is that of a screaming chicken, with a split personality and a mature personality. Now I have an extra one, with tear ducts connected to the Pacific Ocean.
We should really let him and Midoriya's high-pressure tear ducts compete to see who can cry better. I stood by the clothes that were still dry and muttered to myself.
After being beaten once by me, he became much more honest. Although he still raised his voice to challenge the endurance of my eardrums, even if he screamed "Glory, what's your expression? It's scary. Do you want to kill me? Don't do this. You want to"
"Protect me" and so on, he would also take a bath honestly, and I inexplicably felt a bit of the old father's comfort.
"My wife, please hurry up a little bit." I glanced at the orange and red light coming from the gaps in the trees, and turned to urge the guy who was standing under the water.
"The sun is going down. We have to leave here before it completely sets." He picked up the semi-dry clothes and shook them out. Although he disliked it because it was still a little damp, he still had to put it on without a change of clothes.
"Huh? Why?" Zenitsu came over and started to put on his clothes. No wonder he said that I was a white-knuckle chicken. Although he is not taller than me, he seems to be younger than me (he looks only thirteen or fourteen years old)
, but there are quite a few muscles that should be there... I looked away thoughtfully, hoping that he would maintain it for a while. Now he has broken away from the "beauty" that Nihong admires. If he continues to be strong, he will easily become a doll.
The face is expensive, just like Midoriya.
"There may be ghosts around the water source, and maybe there will be large beasts." Although the beasts may have been killed by the ghosts, it is really unwise to stay near the water source at night, even if I am not a jungle person.
Everyone with survival knowledge knows what to do if a ghost comes to drink water.
"Is there a ghost?!!" He put on his clothes suddenly faster, finishing them in a few seconds, then he rushed up to me and pushed my back towards the opposite direction of the current.
"Let's go quickly. Glory, why didn't you tell me earlier?! The sun is going to set soon. What should we do if we are targeted by a ghost?! I am super weak! I will die, I really will die!!!"
As he spoke, he began to cry again: "You have to protect me! If you don't protect me, I will be eaten by ghosts, cruelly eaten! My brain will be sucked out from my ears, and I will still be alive at that time! I can only
The feeling of despair——"
"—My wife!" I couldn't bear it anymore. This guy described sucking brains so vividly, didn't he feel disgusted?
I turned around and was about to say something when I discovered that his clothes, which were dry and dry, were half wet from his chest - a large part of his clothes had been wetted by his tears!
His tear glands are indeed connected to the Pacific Ocean! What kind of terrifying tear reserve is this?
The complaining soul in me came to the fore, and I couldn’t help but sigh: