Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

It always made him feel like there was something behind it.

"Eh? Is it a cold? It doesn't matter, right?"

Hori Kyoko asked worriedly, and reached out to feel it on Miyamura Isumi's forehead.

"It's a little cold, it must be a cold."

"I do not know."

On the side of the road, a man in a black sports suit sat quietly on the fence and watched the two leaving.

In his view, an ugly monster was lying on the boy's back, sucking the other's spirit.

"Aren't you going to help Yato?"

A girl with long blond hair asked timidly beside Yato.

This is a girl who is as weak as cherry blossoms, but unexpectedly full of vitality and vitality.

To be precise, an artifact.

"Wait a little longer."

With a stack of poorly made business cards in his hand, Yato said.

As a god, he is very concerned about the so-called 'fate'.

Now he has not established enough 'bond' with that boy.

But soon.

"This is?"

A white business card fluttered in the air into Horikiko's hand.

It's as if it's been calculated accurately and it's not bad at all.

"What is this? What God?"

"What else is there to contact?"

Looking at the information on the business card, Horikiko said with some disgust.

It's not that she doesn't know English, but the English in front seems to be fainted by the water, so she can't see it clearly.

Yato, who was sitting on the side of the road, played with the business card for a while, and then casually took out a piece of paper from the supermarket when it was on sale from his pocket.

And the girl with long blond hair beside him pursed her lips and seemed to be holding back her laughter.

"It seems to say that as long as you give five yuan and make a wish, your wish will be fulfilled."

Because of the angle, Miyamura Isumi could just see the information behind this business card.

To be honest, he felt quite unreliable.

Assuming this is true, he can make a wish with five yuan and let this **** go and grab five million.

"makes sense."

Holding the business card, Horikiko agreed.

She didn't really believe in such gods and ghosts.

On the contrary, Miyamura, every time I watch a ghost movie, I will be frightened enough, and I will feel the existence of ghosts.

"I said Miyamura, do you want to try it?"

"Eh? It's okay."

After thinking about it, Miyamura Icheng did not refuse.

After pulling out a five-yuan coin from his bag, he folded his hands together and closed his eyes, and said:

"This... God of Yebu, please help me heal my body."

In fact, neither Miyamura Izumi nor Horikiyoko took this so-called **** too seriously.

After all, there is no **** who relies on issuing business cards to solicit jobs.

It's still this kind of business card that looks cheap and rough.

But something unexpected happened.

"I heard your wish."

A figure in black sportswear jumped down from above, and the white scarf around his neck rustled in the air.

Ice blue eyes and Miyamura Izumi's eyes filled with surprise looked at each other.

"Play the sound."

Extending his hand, the **** named Yato shouted.

When the girl standing by the road heard the call, she instantly turned into a long sword and appeared in Yato's hand.

Compared with the normal sword, the sword body of this long sword is obviously narrower, and the hilt is decorated with some golden decorations.

It doesn't feel like a murder weapon, but a master work full of artistic sense.

It's more of a baton wielded in the hands of a graceful musician than a murder weapon.

"Shh-"

The sword light flashed, and before Miyamura Izumi and Hori Kyoko could react, Yato had already completed the action of drawing out the sword, swinging the sword, and retracting the sword.

An indescribable voice sounded from behind Miyamura Isumi.

Out of the corner of their eyes, they could barely catch the sight of something turning to ashes.

Even just a glimpse left a deep impression on the two of them.

"what is that?"

The two stood there dumbfounded.

Something that just happened was beyond their comprehension.

"Finish."

When he released his hand, the long sword returned to the original girl.

After smiling shyly at the two of them, he retreated behind Yato.

"I have fulfilled your wish."

Putting the five-yen coin in his pocket, Yato looked at the two and said.

Miyamura Isumi's wish is to heal his body.

And what made him uncomfortable was the thing that was attached to his back.

After solving that thing, Miyamura Isumu will naturally be fine.

"If you need help in the future, just call my name, although I may not hear it."

"If you have a phone, forget it for the time being. I don't have a phone that I can use yet."

After coming to this world, Yato's original phone will no longer work.

It was bought with the money he had saved for a long time.

Penniless, he felt this strange world, and finally returned to his old business.

Although it seemed that there was nothing unusual in this world, he always felt that something was wrong.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he continues his previous job, those guys who don't know if they exist will naturally come to him.

As for this artifact called 'Playing Sound', it was adopted by him after he came to this world.

It just so happened that his divine weapon in his original world had resigned and left, so Yato naturally named the girl who had just died.

So far, the two get along very well.

One god, one artifact, two people didn't notice.

A camera is quietly watching what is happening here.

"Tsk, it's like I'm some sort of voyeur."

Luo Zhen, who was watching the surveillance, pouted.

There are more and more weird guys.

Chapter 275 Misunderstanding. . Well it's not a misunderstanding

"Miyamura? Miyamura?"

A familiar voice came from his ears, and Izumi Miyamura looked at the face that was less than two centimeters away from him.

He has seen this face many times in this period of time.

But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be boring.

If he could, he hoped that this moment would last forever.

"Am I talking to you, Miyamura?"

"What's wrong, Hori-san?"

Rubbing his eyebrows, Miyamura Isumi asked with some doubts.

Although the relationship between the two is very close now and even acquiesce to each other as their future other half.

But the names between the two remain the same as they were originally.

Horikiko called him Miyamura.

He called Horikyoko Hori-san.

"It feels like you were in a daze from the beginning."

Horikioko, who had changed into a home outfit, sat beside Miyamura Isumi with some worry and asked.

Horikiko has always been uneasy about this guy.

"Have it?"

"some."

Seeing Horikyoko's affirmative appearance, Miyamura Izumi didn't know what to say for a while.

Can only make a haha ​​to change the subject.

"Speaking of which, I suddenly feel that my body is a lot more relaxed. Is it a cold?"

Miyamura Isumi said something strange.

This time the cold came and went strangely.

Inexplicably uncomfortable, and inexplicably better.

Shaking his head, Miyamura Isumi didn't take it too seriously.

After all, boys of this age rarely go to the hospital when they feel a little uncomfortable.

Except for those who want to skip class.

"Really?"

Hori Kyoko said with some surprise, and put her palm on Miyamura Isumu's forehead.

The whole body subconsciously leaned forward.

The poses of the two of them looked a bit ambiguous.

By the time Hori Kyoko reacted, this posture had been held for several seconds.

A shy pink color appeared on both of their faces.

"Kyoko, mom..."

Just at this time, Hori Kyoko's mother, Hori Yuriko, pushed the door and walked in.

What caught my eye were two people with flushed faces and very ambiguous postures.

The air seemed to be quiet.