"It's not impossible."

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her.

Natsume Mio is the kind of slender and slender girl.

The arms and legs are white and slender... To put it better, they are full of youthful atmosphere.

"I mean sword, don't look at me."

Natsume Mio raised her well-proportioned legs that were bent against his knees and gently hit him.

Kitahara Nanfeng joked: "Scream Mio and then pull out the knife. How about it? Do you feel handsome?"

"If you can be handsome at the second half of the junior high school, that's handsome."

"It's really too much."

"It's like, no one can use his sister as a name for his sword."

"Are you a girl?"

"The girl I met at Genji Mountain Park...is also a teenage girl."

Natsume Mio suddenly raised her leg gently and hit his knee again.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked down at the knife and said uncertainly: "That's Yui?"

“…”

Natsume Mio was silent for a moment, moved to him again, leaned against him, and laid her head on his shoulder: "Whatever you want, actually, the sword name is good, whoever will introduce his sword name to others for no reason."

"When you draw your sword, wouldn't you know the name of the sword you matched with? "

"That's an illusion, unless it's a famous sword...and if the sword is a person's name, there is momentum there. In addition, the 'girl' is not good, it sounds very subtle."

"Okay..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng felt that his middle-second soul was hit.

Depressed for a while.

Beiyuan Nanfeng thought of something and suddenly said, "By the way, your knife is broken..."

"It's okay, it's not a valuable knife. Grandpa has a familiar knife maker, just recast one... But to be honest, I have a little doubt in my heart whether I need to create a new knife again."

Natsume Mio looked ahead, and gently rubbed his little head on Kitahara's Nanfeng's shoulder: "Especially after just now, you are in front of you whether you fight to the death or deal with people.

Since my righteous brother came home, I felt that I had become relaxed. Sometimes I would think that it would be the same if my righteous brother is here, whether I work hard or not... In short, I am about to break up."

Hear her words.

Beiyuan Nanfeng thought carefully for a moment and said, "Your speech always feels ambiguity...and isn't it just a meal? Why are you still sitting?"

Mio Natsume said angrily: "It's all your fault. What's the name of the sword? Now I suddenly don't think about it."

"It's all my business."

"...So brother Yi, are you talking about this? Don't you tell me? I'm almost broken, I don't want to work hard."

"I can understand this kind of thought at your age... I will avoid preaching. People will always grow up, and I have come here like this, and I am very confident about it."

Beiyuan Nanfeng picked up the knife on the other side of his body and raised it: "As for you before you grow up, I can protect you... After all, you are giving money."

"It's because of my righteous brother, that I'm broken...and I'm obviously one year older than me! It's so disgusting to preach like this, and the last sentence ruins the atmosphere."

Natsume Mio raised her snow leg again and hit his knee hard.

"Without verbal, wouldn't it become a declaration of secondary school without adding the last sentence? I feel so ashamed."

"Oniss, you're a fool."

Natsume Mio suddenly raised her head, changed her position, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, placed her chin on the back of her hand, looked at his side, called him affectionately, and then scolded him.

"Did you... see this knife?" Beiyuan Nanfeng shook his knife and used the same trick again.

"See." Mio nodded seriously.

"In the future, this knife will be called 'Xueluo', which is homophonic with 'Xueluo'. Then it is called 'Girl'." Nanfeng Kitahara stretched out his arm, his eyes fell along his arm, and his raised knife.

“…”

Natsume Mio's chin was resting on the back of her hand. She blinked and looked at Kitahara's side face up close. After a while, she whispered: "Well, it's very handsome."

"Good taste." Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head and praised her.

The two people's faces are only a few centimeters apart.

Warm breath squirts on your face.

Natsume Mio's face turned red, she let go of Kitahara Nanfeng's shoulders and straightened her waist.

"Go to have a meal, brother-in-law."

“Well…wait.”

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Natsume Mio and thought of something special.

After pondering for a moment, he felt that it would be better to ask a question about the state of taboo heart.

"What's wrong?" Mio Natsume looked at him.

Beiyuan Nanfeng asked directly: "I'll ask a question, I'll ask... Do you like me? The like here does not refer to the like between righteous brothers and sisters, but between men and women..."

"……nausea."

Natsume Mio leaned against his knee and merged with the snow legs, as if a little stiff: "Brother Yes, don't forget that you drank my blood. In theory, you are my brother."

"What if there is no such premise?"

"There is this premise, otherwise where will the spirit in your body come from? Even if it really doesn't exist...disgusting!"

Natsume Mio straightened her waist, straightened her chest, and said with confidence.

"That's how it is."

Beiyuan Nanfeng used insights on her and looked at her special status bar again.

Still there.

But the problem is still not explained.

I care so much...Damn.

"It's time to eat, brother Yi, even if you keep looking at me, my answer will not change..." Natsume Mio pursed her lips.

"I understand... let's go."

Nanfeng Beiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, gave up the idea of ​​inquiry, withdrew his gaze from her attribute panel, put the knife back into the 'device', stood up from the ground, stretched out his hand, and pulled her up too.

Then walk outside first.

Natsume Mio was behind, tidied up her skirt and raised her head.

I happened to see the tall back of the north wind in Beiyuan.

She pursed her lips.

The little jade feet stepped on the floor and suddenly rushed over.

The north and south wind are about to cross the threshold.

Suddenly, an impact came from the back.

"?"

"Sure enough, the shoulders are so thick, just like a wall."

Natsume Mio's snow arms passed through Kitahara Nanfeng's armpits, embraced his chest, hugged him tightly from behind him, and sighed.

"A real brother, I feel very secure."

Natsume Mio's hot and red face rubbed against his back, and then said, "I've wanted to do this for a long time, but unfortunately I'm an only child."

"MiO."

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly called her.

"What..." Natsume Mio buried her face in his back, her voice a little dull.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was silent for a moment and said, "It seems that he encountered...what is wrong, you will encounter this kind of situation."

"...Don't say it out, Brother Bagayi."

Natsume Mio's face turned red, she raised her feet and gently kicked Kitahara Nanfeng's calf from behind.
Chapter completed!