This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple finally chose to rest between the coffins.

After all, the Asamiya clan was full of dangers at night, and those vengeful spirits attacked from various corners. If Beichuan Temple wanted to go out, it had to raise its full spirit to face these hidden dangers in the dark.

But another problem arose.

Beichuan Temple is not an iron man. As a flesh-and-blood human being, his physical strength and mental state have not recovered after a day of exhausting search, and his dead breath has only recovered less than half.

Even Beichuan Temple is unwilling to deal with the Wraith in this state.

To sum up, it is quite normal to stay between the coffins.

According to Asamiya Eiji, the coffin room is a quiet place where she lives, and it is protected by fallen trees and keystones in the courtyard all year round. Wraiths cannot invade this place, and Beichuan Temple can rest here with peace of mind——

"But I never said that you can do this kind of thing to my room..." Asamiya Eiji looked at Beichuan Temple expressionlessly and took down the jade wall surrounding the coffin to use as firewood with his bare hands. There was some grievance on his face.

After hearing this sentence, Beichuan Temple just took one more look at her: "The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains changes greatly, I must keep my body temperature and dry, I think you don't want to see me sick, do you?"

"That's...so true."

What Beichuan Temple said was indeed reasonable, and Asamiya Eiji was not a pedantic person, so he could only agree in the end.

As one of the soul-suppressing twins, Ma Gong's permanent residence in Bijian is not inferior to the room of Ma Gong's Patriarch.

In the bedroom alone, there are two rooms inside and outside, and the outside room is paved with tatami mats.

There is also a small fireplace in the middle of the tatami for heating in winter.

Beichuan Temple rubbed the flint and lit the fire with the dry wood.

After the fire is a little stronger, add more firewood.

At Asamiya's house at night, the cold wind carried a chilly feeling, making people feel that their limbs were almost frozen.

Under the flickering of the fire, it brought a warm feeling to Beichuan Temple's already stiff limbs.

Beichuan Temple took off his shoes and socks, and while stretching his toes, he looked back at Asamiya Eiji.

Eiji Asamiya was still trying to use his mobile phone, and the sound of clicking on the screen of the mobile phone made Beichuan Temple a little worried that his mobile phone screen would be damaged by her.

As for the poor Nishi Kujo on the other side...

This little guy had sneaked away from him before he knew when, ran to the backpack, and was now trying to uncork the stone bottle.

With all her strength, she lay her whole body on top of the stone bottle, her chubby hands clung to the bottle stopper, her little feet were still thrashing and struggling.

Seeing that she was about to spill the stone dew, Beichuan Temple reached out and grabbed the stone bottle.

But I didn't expect that poor Xi Jiutiao would climb so hard, he was caught with poor Xi Jiutiao.

Beichuan Temple grabbed her small body and swayed in the air, but didn't let her fall.

"Poor, come down." Beichuan Temple said calmly.

But the little guy still held the cork tightly and refused to let go.

"..." Beichuan Temple didn't care so much, he held the stone bottle with one hand, and Xi Jiutiao with the other, trying to tear her off.

After all, if this little guy is tossed about again, maybe the hand stone dew will be spilled.

Xi Jiutiao's poor face was stretched wide, but he didn't let go.

The expression of "life and death are with Shi Lu" made Beichuan Temple both funny and angry.

He kept increasing his strength——

With a bang, the stone plug was finally removed, and Xi Jiutiao was separated from the stone bottle.

She was a little dumbfounded holding the stone plug.

"It was originally for your use, so please give me peace of mind." Beichuan Temple raised his hand and patted Xi Kutiao's poor little head.

But Xi Kutiao, who was in a state of desperation, didn't seem to feel Beichuan Temple's action.

Under the firelight, the little puppet body looked pitiful, weak, and helpless.

"Yongshi, how do you use the stone dew?" Beichuan Temple didn't care about her, he just held the stone bottle and asked expressionlessly.

"In the case of Shi Lu, the materialized soul body can be drunk directly. If it is in a state like the poor sister... it should be poured directly on it."

Eiji Asamiya stopped pressing his phone, looked pitifully at Nishi Kujo, and said solemnly:

"After all, the puppet is the embodiment of her soul body, and the main effect of Shilu is to purify the soul and enhance good thoughts."

Beichuan Temple glanced at Xi Kutiao, and then at the stone dew in his hand.

He didn't hesitate too much, and with a lift of his wrist, he gently poured Shi Lu onto Poor body.

As soon as the strange crystal liquid dripped onto the body of the poor puppet of Xi Kutiao, it completely penetrated into it, and the surface of the puppet did not feel wet at all.

Under the watchful eyes of Beichuan Temple, the lingering golden air around Poor's body became a bit thicker.

Poor Xi Kutiao obviously noticed it too, she swept away the slump just now, jumped up with her whole body, and raised her hands horizontally, as if she wanted to tell Beichuan Temple to quickly pour down all the stone dew.

It does seem to work.

Beichuan Temple regained his energy, and he didn't hold back any longer, and tilted all the stone dew towards Xi Kutiao's poor little body.

The golden translucent liquid completely melted into the poor body.

After absorbing all the stone dew, Xi Kutiao lazily fell to the ground, as if he was a little stuffed.

"Let her take a break. She has absorbed the stone dew for more than four years at once, and it is not easy to digest it." Asamiya Eiji suggested next to her.

Beichuan Temple responded, and stopped caring about the pity of Xi Jiutiao who was lying on the ground.

He took out the kettle.

There is still a third of the water in the kettle.

Under the curious eyes of Asamiya Eiji, Beichuan Temple put the kettle by the fire, and at the same time took out the compressed biscuits from the backpack.

"What are you doing, Monarch?"

Beichuan Temple looked back at Asamiya Eiji with some puzzlement.

At the beginning, he still felt that this Asamiya Eternal had the feeling of a boudoir lady, but now he felt that the other party was unreliable and off-line.

Isn't taking compressed biscuits and a water bottle just a meal? What else is there to ask?

As if feeling the strange look in Beichuan Temple's eyes, Asamiya Eiji coughed a little embarrassedly.

If the ghost had a face, she would probably be flushed by now.

No wonder she is like this.

After all, the spirit does not need to eat or drink, let alone excrete.

Asamiya Eiji has lived without eating or drinking for nine years, so it is reasonable to have the reaction just now.

He took the kettle out of the fire pit, crushed some hard-to-chew compressed biscuits and poured it into the kettle.

Mix compressed biscuit crumbs with warm water.

Although the appearance is not very good, but after drinking it warm, it actually feels pretty good.

Beichuan Temple just drank the liquid food one mouthful at a time, adding some firewood to the fire from time to time.

"Will you be full after eating this?" Asamiya Eiji asked next to him.

"It can't be full, but it can produce a feeling of fullness." Beichuan Temple took another big gulp and explained: "I didn't plan to spend the night at Ma Gong's house, but something happened suddenly, and I had to change my plan."

It happened suddenly——

Asamiya Eiji lowered his head and said embarrassingly:

"I'm sorry, Monarch, it's all because of me—"

But she was interrupted by Beichuan Temple before she finished speaking, and he asked:

"Why are you apologizing?"

Beichuan Temple's clean and penetrating eyes made Asamiya Eternal stunned.

(The mobile phone screen in front has been changed! If it is wrong, it is wrong. There is nothing to say. There are still some typos in some previous chapters. I will modify it again, and that’s it!)

Thanks to the inexplicable little ghost, between this side, chishude who eats books, book friends 20190204001217282, Zhitaozhi, and Xingyun for their rewards.