For the first time, Ryūsei felt comfortable touching skin to skin.

There was no coldness or pain like before. On the contrary, it was warm, soft, and fragrant.

This … didn't make him feel afraid or nervous at all.

Ryūsei stared at the hand that was holding him.

The fingers of the Five Tigers Retreat were beautiful, especially the nails, which were neatly trimmed and had a pearl-like luster, with a hint of cherry blossom pink.

So beautiful … gods … even a finger is so beautiful that it seems to be glowing.

But …

His gaze fell on his hand.

He hadn't had a chance to wash his hands for several days … There was dirt between his fingers, and his knuckles and the back of his hand were as thin as a match. He looked like a skeleton covered with skin.

Gods … shouldn't touch me.

It would stain … Lord God's clothes.

He struggled slightly, but the Five Tigers Retreat held his hand even tighter.

"My lord, let's go back to our room!"

The Five Tigers Retreat held Ryūsei's hand and walked slowly back to the interrogator's room on the second floor. Iken Yiqin followed behind with a complicated expression, carrying a pile of things they bought from Manya.

After the Five Tigers Retreat settled Ryūsei on a chair and told the little tiger to take good care of its master, the two brothers began to pack Ryūsei's new clothes.

The Five Tigers Retreat didn't want Ryūsei to tire himself out by going back and forth to try on new clothes, so they took out the clothes one by one and compared Ryūsei's figure in the air.

"Although the size is suitable … I feel that master's figure is thinner than I imagined …" The Five Tigers Retreat was worried. "I only hope that you won't fall sick."

When Ryūsei heard the word 'sick', he couldn't help but show a look of disgust.

Sick … uncomfortable!

Annoying!

Can't be cured!

The Five Tigers Retreat didn't know what Ryūsei was thinking. They took out a few hats from his clothes, picked up a cartoon baseball cap, and looked around.

The material was specially made for children's skin. Although it looked like rough white denim, it was surprisingly soft to the touch. There were also two cat ears sewn on it, which looked very cute.

He adjusted the buckle of the hat, walked to Ryūsei, and put it on for Ryūsei. "Master, does this fit?"

Ryūsei obediently moved his little head up and down — he found that he could finally cover his eyes!

That's great!

I don't have to worry about being discovered by the gods!

Liu Xing nodded repeatedly and nervously hugged her head. She touched the cat ears on her head and said to the five tigers, "Mimi!

On my head! "

Wu Hutui couldn't help but laugh. "These were all bought by Brother Yiqi. His taste in choosing things can't be wrong."

Ryūsei curiously looked at Brother Ichidate that the Five Tigers Retreat mentioned.

In his impression, Yiqi Yizhen was always accompanied by a lot of little gods.

As long as he said a word, the little gods would scatter … like dandelions.

Ryūsei nervously touched the little tiger in his arms.

These clothes … and these hats, are they all for me?

Are they all given to me by the gods?

Ryūsei was quite flattered, but after a long time, he could only say, "Brother Ichidate …" In the end, he couldn't calmly say the second half of the sentence, "Thank you."

Ichidate frowned subconsciously.

The aristocratic etiquette that he followed all year round made it impossible for him to calmly accept this title — even if the other party was a child, he was indeed his master.

"My name is Ichidate Ichidate, and Teng Shirang is my younger brother." He patted Wushu Tui's head. "You can just call me Ichidate." Ichidate Ichidate was too long for the child to say.

Ryūsei parroted his words like a parrot. "Ichidate."

"That's right." Ichidate smiled and touched Ryūsei's head. "You're a fast learner."

Then … he froze.

"… I was rude."

Ichidate sighed and retracted his hand, somewhat blaming himself. "I usually touch my younger brothers' heads like this … I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

Ryūsei was confused.

Ichidate's action was too gentle, and Ryūsei didn't even feel his touch through the hat.

Ichidate composed himself and smiled. "These clothes were bought by Candlestick Cutting and I … Hmm … Candlestick Cutting is …" He was thinking about how to introduce Candlestick Tachibana when Ryūsei interrupted.

"Black, Lord God!"

The Lord God who gave him Mr. Rabbit!

"Black …" Yi Qi Yi Zhen curled his lips and nodded. "Yes, the black god."

Then, he tried to coax Ryūsei to talk more. "Has he already introduced himself to you?"

Although Ryūsei was not good at communication, in order not to disappoint the Lord God, he used all his ability to express himself. He racked his brains and spat out two words. "… Candlestick!"

He said it as if he didn't say anything.

However, Ichidate smiled and said, "Yes, this is the origin of his name."

Although to be more specific, when he chopped people, he chopped off the candlestick as well. Obviously, he couldn't let the child know this.

"Swords are often named after what they cut. For example, my younger brother is called Fujishiro from Pharmaceutical Research because he cut off Pharmaceutical Research … Ah, of course, this is not absolute. My name has the same meaning as Ichidate from the Tea Ceremony. Please cherish this once in a lifetime fate."

Ichidate's voice was very pleasant.

It was as clear as the spring breeze and as gentle as the spring rain. It put all the best things in the spring into his voice.

Ryūsei was a little stunned. He raised his head and stared at Ichidate.

The Five Tigers Retreat put the folded clothes into the wardrobe. "Master, the clothes have been packed. Do you want to change into your pajamas for an afternoon nap?" The Inquisitor's uniform was actually very bulky for a child. It was hot and inconvenient.

Ryūsei actually had the habit of taking afternoon naps.

The reason was that napping could reduce the consumption of food. When he fell asleep, he naturally wouldn't be hungry.

However, he couldn't take afternoon naps for a while.

Ever since … he was taken out of his home by the adults.

But now …

Ryūsei curled up his toes uneasily. He wanted to curl up into a ball.

It was really rude to sleep in front of the Lord God.

Ryūsei frowned with an unwilling expression, but he didn't dare to say no.

The Five Tigers Retreat thought for a while. "Then … change into your pajamas and lie in bed. If you don't want to sleep, let Ichidate tell you a story. How about that?"

Ryūsei bit his lower lip subconsciously. He was in a dilemma.

He knew that other children would be coaxed to sleep by their mothers every day.

But … wasn't the Lord God their mother?

Or … was the Lord Ichidate the Lord God's mother, just like how there was a 'grandfather' among the gods?

He looked at Ichidate Ichidate with some doubts. Then, he recalled that this Lord God had many younger brothers.

So that's how it is … Not only does the Lord God know how to tell stories, but the Lord God knows how to tell stories as well.

Ryūsei stood up in a daze. Although he was a little trembling, he still resisted the urge to run away. He let the Five Tigers Retreat help him unbutton the already dirty and messy kimono on his body.

This set of clothes was forced on him by the people of the Government of the Hour, especially the shirt. It was too strict and thick. For adults, it was etiquette, but for children, it was too cumbersome and heavy. Ryūsei didn't even know how to take off his own belt. He had to wear it even when he was sleeping, which made Ryūsei hate this set of clothes very much.

The clothes that were finally taken off were folded neatly and placed at his feet. Ryūsei stepped on it unhappily, not caring about his exposed body.

He hadn't learned to be ashamed, so even if he was stared at by two Fu Mourning Gods, he didn't feel shy or unhappy. He was already somewhat used to these gods always looking at him.

It was probably because … the Takamagahara was full of gods, and he was the only believer. That was why the gods were looking at him.

Ryūsei stepped on the God's Inquisitor uniform on the ground a few more times. He didn't notice the strange silence of the two swords beside him.

Without the clothes, Ryūsei's body looked even thinner and smaller.

There was no fat or soft meat on his body. It was like a small skeleton with a layer of membrane on the outside. The shape of each rib could be seen through the membrane.

Especially the snow-white skin that looked like it had never been exposed to the sun. It wasn't very delicate. On the contrary, it was rough and shriveled. There were old and fresh scars all over it.

The latest scars were on the shoulders. There were a few small round spots that were fresh and pink. They looked very much like the cherry blossoms that suddenly bloomed in This Pill yesterday.

The Five Tigers Retreat's face turned pale, but he didn't say anything. He silently helped Ryūsei put on the pajamas.

Although he wanted to ask, he didn't want his master to show a painful expression because of his memories.

The pajamas that Ichibi Yizhen chose for Ryūsei were very similar to the ones of the Fujishiro. It was convenient and comfortable for him to move around.

After changing, Ryūsei took the initiative to get into the quilt, only revealing his eyes to stare at Ichibi Yizhen.

Ichibi Yizhen knelt beside his pillow and asked with a smile, "Master, what kind of story do you want to hear?"

Ryūsei was silent for a long time and shook his head timidly.

He … he hadn't heard a story yet … anything … was fine.

"Then tell me … a story about a little fox."

Ichibi Yizhen's voice became softer and softer, "The little fox and its mother lived in the forest on the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there was a human village …"

The cold winter had arrived. In order to prevent the little fox's hands from getting frostbite, the mother fox sent the little fox down the mountain to buy a pair of gloves.

She turned one of the little fox's hands into a human's and told the little fox, "Go to the town and find a shop with a glove sign. Knock on the door and say hello. Open the door a crack and put your hand in. Tell the shop to buy the right glove for this hand. You must not put your hand in the wrong hand!"

The little fox asked, "Why?"

The mother replied, "Because if the humans knew that you were a fox, not only would they not sell you gloves, they would also catch you and put you in a cage!"

The little fox went to the village and found the shop. But when it was about to put its hand in the crack of the door, it panicked and put its little paw in the crack by mistake.

The person inside cried out in surprise. When the little fox thought that it was going to be put in a cage, the person inside handed the little fox a pair of children's gloves.

The gloves were so warm!

They were beautiful and warm!

When it returned home, its mother asked it what happened, but the little fox didn't say anything.

Humans were not as scary as its mother said.

The little fox thought.

That winter, the little fox's paw didn't get frostbite at all.

When the story ended, there was a gentle breeze outside the window.

With the fragrance of flowers, spring filled the room.

Ryūsei seemed to see the little fox in the story jump into the room with the spring breeze.

A big furry tail, lively black eyes, and a pair of small gloves on its paws. It laid down on Ryūsei's bed and greeted him.