Outside the door, Yamamochi Kokuhiro pulled his old cloak and squatted by the door. He lowered his head and stared at the ground with his green eyes.

Why haven't you come to me yet?

You really don't have any expectations for the imitation?

Hmm, maybe I'm asking for too much.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro suddenly felt a bit cold. He shrunk his body and hugged himself even tighter. The door was suddenly opened. He was surprised at first, but then he nervously moved to the side. He was worried that he would trip the young interrogator.

Caudon stood outside the door and looked at the white ball on the ground. He was speechless. What should he say now?

He was an adult. Shouldn't he spoil the child?

Why did he feel like he was raising a puppy?

"Prince Shanmaqie, do you want to watch TV together?" Thank you to Chaos. Although he had spent all his money, he could at least solve his current predicament.

"Don't expect anything from me."

Shanmaqie lowered his head even more. He was still pulling the old cloth in front of his forehead, trying to cover his entire face.

Caudon felt that the cloak would be torn if he pulled it again. He tried to grab his hand. He felt that Shanmaqie was suddenly stunned. His hand was frozen in the half-grown hand, and he didn't dare to break free.

"You, you let go of me!" Shanmaqie's tone was very aggressive, but his voice wasn't loud.

"Let's watch TV together. I remember that Chaos bought a DVD. Prince Shanmaqie, I don't dare to watch it alone. You can come with me." Caudon shook the few fingers in his hand.

Shanmaqie got up in a panic. He almost knocked Caudon down. Fortunately, he was very nervous.

The blonde Fu Mourning God's eyes were very panicked. He held Caudon with one hand and covered his face with the other. However, his golden hair still showed his true face through the gaps between his fingers.

"Prince Shanmaqie, actually …"

"Don't say that I'm beautiful!"

Caudon was speechless when he heard this. Who would praise a man for being beautiful?

Even if they were to praise him, they would praise him for being handsome. Moreover, Shanmaqie was not a mess. His gender was very clear.

"No, I want to say that I'm not that weak. You don't have to be so careful."

Caudon was not a porcelain doll. He was a boy. He felt very awkward when he was made to look like he would break at any moment.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro lowered his voice. "Sure enough, you won't even say that it's beautiful in the face of an imitation?"

So … Caudon was on the verge of breaking down. What do you want to hear from me?

Can't you just say it and I'll say it?

Can you stop throwing a tantrum after saying it a hundred times or a thousand times?

The real kids were going crazy!

Fortunately, Shanmaqie did not do anything too "overboard". Caudon basically forced this weird Fu Mourning God to sit on the sofa. Then, he turned on the DVD and started playing it.

"This was bought randomly. You're both Fu Mourning God, so your interests should be similar …" Caudon was suddenly at a loss for words. Looking at the two lumps of white flesh intertwined on the TV screen, his brain seemed to have ten thousand alpacas galloping past.

F * ck f * ck f * ck f * ck, what do you like?

"Bang — —"

Was it an illusion?

Caudon really heard the sound of an explosion. He turned his head and saw Yamamochi Kokuhiro's face was red. He covered his eyes and fell on the sofa. Then, his head was completely covered by a white cloth.

"I'm going … to somewhere far away …" The other party's muffled voice came from under the white cloth. Then, Shanmaqie subconsciously rolled forward and fell to the ground with a "thud" before rolling under a cabinet.

When Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Shiro Tatō came back, they saw the God's Inquisitor lying on the ground and a small piece of white cloth under the cabinet. Then, a white hand slowly reached out and grabbed the small piece of white cloth. With a "whoosh", it retracted back into the cabinet.

"Wow, a new colleague?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga was pleasantly surprised. "Is Xiaodongdong playing games with a new colleague?"

Before Caudon could reply, he saw Tsuru Maru lift up the cabinet. Yamamochi Kokuhiro, who had curled up into a ball, reached out his hand to feel around. When he did not find the cabinet, he looked up in confusion and met Shiro Tatō's blue eyes.

The next moment, Shanmaqie buried his face under the ground again.

"What is going on?" Chaos felt strange and pulled Yamamochi Kokuhiro's cape. "A new colleague?

What is his name? "

"No, don't touch me …" Yamamochi Kokuhiro held his cape tighter. "I am just a replica. I cannot be compared to your famous knives."

"Chaos, help him up."

Caudon got up from the ground and looked at Shanmaqie helplessly. He had almost broken his silver tongue, but he still could not get Shanmaqie to climb out of the ground.

"Okay!"

Chaos immediately pulled Yamamochi Kokuhiro up. She looked at his blonde hair and was very happy. "Blonde hair. It looks like mine, but it is not as pretty as mine."

Yamamochi Kokuhiro was not used to it. He pulled his hand away from Chaos. He turned around and quietly said, "I am not like you." He hated comparisons.

Shanmaqie's body seemed to have a low pressure. It made Caudon feel like he was frozen. He weakly screamed. Enough was enough. Could the world be any more f * cked up?

This was not the Fu Mourning God he wanted.

Tsuru Maru put the cabinet back on the ground and greeted Yamamochi Kokuhiro. "Yo, I am Tsurumaru Kuninaga."

"Shiro Tatō. It is a short knife from the mouth of Suda. It got its name because it has a lot of blades. You …"

"I am just a replica," Han Sen said coldly. "There is no point in remembering my name."

Yamamochi Kokuhiro coldly said, "After all, even if you get a knife like mine, you will not be famous."

"He is Yamamochi Kokuhiro."

Caudon had carefully read the information about Shanmaqie's knife. Although he had low self-esteem, he did not expect him to be so low self-esteem. It was impossible to get along with him.

"Yamamochi Kokuhiro?" Chaos jumped to the other side and looked at him. "You are very pretty. Why don't you let people see you?"

"Don't say I am pretty." Shanmaqie pulled his cloak.

"Oh, Horikawa's knife. Can I ask you to help me cook?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly fell to the ground. He looked weak. "Chaos and I are exhausted. If you do not cook, we will have to rely on the young inquisitor …"

"Hey!" Caudon stared at Tsuru Maru. "Do you not feel guilty for saying that?"

"Or, let us starve to death!"

Tsuru Maru's reaction was even more exaggerated. He was lying on the ground and pulled Shanmaqie's trousers. His voice was getting weaker and weaker. "Kokuhiro Majesty …"

"I know." Yamamochi Kokuhiro pulled his cloak down again and said, "I will not let you starve to death." Then he walked out. There were not many rooms. Soon he found the kitchen and started cooking.

"So stupid." Chaos leaned against the door and watched him walk into the kitchen. She sighed sincerely.

"Hey!"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was revived. He happily said, "It is good that Majesty Kokuhiro Majesty is here. We do not need to cook anymore. However, I still hope Guang will come soon. The food he makes will never disappoint!"

"… You two." Caudon was worried. Shanmaqie was so dumb. Would he be bullied?

He would definitely be bullied!

Right, there was one more thing.

Chaos suddenly felt a chill on her back. She turned around and saw Caudon looking at her with an unfriendly gaze. She looked confused. What happened?

"Chaos, can you explain to me what happened? The video in the DVD …"

"I am going to help in the kitchen!" Chaos quickly ran away.

"Tsuru Maru, did you watch it too?" Caudon looked at Tsuru Maru. These Fu Mourning God people should be taught a lesson. This was too much!

"Huh?

What is it?

I have not watched it. "

Tsuru Maru's golden eyes looked confused. He walked over to the DVD and was about to open it. He pretended to be curious and said, "Maybe there will be a surprise. Xiaodongdong, let's watch it together!"

No, no!