[Comprehensive] On the Feasibility of Onmyoji Inheriting the Mafia

For some reason, Seimei and Shuten-douji gradually became acquainted in the following days.

There is no need to hide, no need to pretend, he and Jiu Tun-douji know each other well, they cherish each other, and they have abandoned the acquaintance of names outside the body, and they are more comfortable and at ease than when they get along with their good friend Minamoto Boya.

Before borrowing the hand of the source family samurai, the identity of "ghost king Shuten-douji" was removed. Shuten-douji just cleaned up the power of his subordinates, and brought only three or five of the most trusted subordinates to re-establish a brand-new power and prepare to settle in Huangquan. .

Jiu Tun Doji is the master of the yin and yang demon bells, and also a fallen son of god, who barely has a bit of divinity in him. If one day Gao Tianyuan wants to attack him, this excuse is too easy to find.But the hell is fierce, and there is the goddess of the underworld. There are so-called 800 million gods, and few of them are willing to go. It is a good place for Shuten-douji today.

He even said something nice to please the goddess, and he has great strength. The goddess of Huangquan has promised to hand over hell to him.

But ghosts have a long life, so they are not in a hurry.Shuten-douji is now more interested in Abe Seimei, so he often goes to Seimei's place to drink and play chess.

Occasionally, I can meet Yuan Boya who comes to look for Seimei, but Yuan Boya has always been reliable, and has never disclosed the existence of Shuten-douji. Shuten-douji was happy for a while, and when he heard that Yuan Boya loved rhythm, he found one from his collection. A flute named Ye Er was given to Yuan Boya.

Abe Seimei, Shuten-douji... They are equal in strength, and they will be enemies and best friends for life.

That afternoon, Shuten-douji came to Qingming to play chess again.

In fact, Shuten-douji's chess skills are not bad, but compared to Seimei, he is still a bit inferior. In the end, Seimei always smiled and watched him abandon his son and admit defeat.

This time too.

Shuten-douji sneered, although he was a little annoyed, he still threw the black stone in his hand onto the chessboard, admitting defeat.

His chess skills are not bad, he never regrets his moves, Qingming is also happy to see him suffer.

Just when Seimei was about to clean up the chessboard, Shuten-douji suddenly reached out and grabbed Seimei's wrist.

"This king lost it to you. Unless I win it back, you are not allowed to take it off and return it to me."

After speaking, he disappeared in place.

Seimei rarely looked at his right wrist in a daze.

Black rope, red bell.

Yin Yang demon bell.

The Yin-Yang demon bells were originally a pair, and Jiu Tun-douzi often wore the black bell tied with a red string, but now he gave him half of the magic weapon, the other Yin-Yang demon bell--Seimei could even Use the power of this Yin-Yang demon bell.

Seimei is so smart, he immediately understood what Shuten-douji meant.

In my memory, when we first met, Jiu Tun-douji slightly tilted his head, his eyes were tender: "What should I do... I seem to have fallen in love with Qingming at first sight~"

...But in the end, I don't know who fell in love with whom at first sight...

Suzaku ran out in a hurry and looked at Qingming with disapproval, but Qingming interrupted him just after calling his name.

"Suzaku, stop talking." He looked down at the bell on his wrist and stopped him softly, "I know exactly what I'm doing."

Since when did that friendship begin to change in quality?

Seimei herself didn't know.

It's just that, looking at the Yin Yang demon bell on his wrist, he suddenly realized that he didn't dislike his feelings for Shuten-douji, and even had some expectation.

However, why is it at this time?

Shuten-douji's feelings came a little late, and a little early.

What should he do?

After pondering for a long time, Qingming still decided to be selfish once and indulge once.

Seimei recalled Suzaku to the bead string on his wrist, and opened the bedroom door.

"Aren't you tired of waiting outside? Let's come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar red figure appeared behind Qingming.

Seimei knew that Shuten-douji hadn't left.

Putting his hands dishonestly on Qingming's waist, Shuten-douji whispered in Qingming's ear, "Did Qingming agree?"

"Promise what?" Qingming turned her head and leaned on him, asking with a half-smile.

"Abe Seimei, be this king's ghost queen, and rule hell with me." Shuten-douji held Seimei's hand, staring at him with blood-colored pupils, and said seriously.

There was a throbbing pain in the chest, but Qingming didn't show it, and just sighed: "I am willing."

Immediately, an eager kiss landed on Seimei's brow, cheek, and lips.Seimei didn't resist, even hugged Shuten-douji and responded.

They tear off each other's clothes, touch each other's body, and exchange each other's breath.

The body that rarely moves has also produced desire, Qingming secretly smiled bitterly, what a sin.

When Shuten-douji tried to open his body, Seimei stiffened for a moment, but knowing he was wrong, he relaxed under Shuten-douji's consolation, showing a rare gesture of submission, letting Shuten-douji do it for.

Really lost to him.

It was painful at first, but then it was a pleasure he had never experienced before.In the turbulent sea-like pleasure, the only driftwood he could cling to was Shuten-douji.

He will remember this day well, forever, no doubt about it.

When he woke up, it was already the next day, Shutendouji did not know that there was a riot of ghosts in Hell, and as the new Lord of Hell, he had to leave early to deal with it.

Probably, it is really God's will.

Qingming thought about this, and then set his eyes on the bunch of red hair next to the letter paper.

This is really...

Shaking his head helplessly, Qingming also cut off a bunch of his own silver strands, and Shuten-douji's hair was divided into two parts by him, one part was tied tightly with his own silver hair, and he found Xiaoxiang The bag was packed, and the other was wrapped between the fingers.

Then the white hunting clothes covered all the bruises on his body, Qingming regained his usual calmness as a great onmyoji.

The folding fan beat on the palm of his hand, and he ordered lightly: "Suzaku, Xuanwu, Tianyi, Liuhe, you go to Abe's house; Qinglong, Taiyin, Tengshe, Gouzhen, you go to He Mao's house, and make sure nothing happens to them. Besides... ..." He took a deep breath, and continued: "Baihu, Tianhou, Tiantian, Taishang, you all go to Huangquan and look at Shuten Doji... No matter what, don't let him come over."

Qingming's plan, the twelve god generals have long known, but at this moment, they still hope that Qingming can change his mind.

"I've made up my mind." There was only indifference and firmness in Qingming's eyes, "Leave quickly."

"...Yes!" Gritting his teeth and turning around, the Twelve Gods disappeared into the courtyard in a stream of light.

Qingming watched them go away, then slowly walked to the stone table in the courtyard with his aching body and sat down.

The mess from the previous day was still on the table. Qingming hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't put it away. He just poured himself a cup of cold tea and drank it quietly, waiting for that moment to come.

the moment of his death.

The author has something to say:

Well, this chapter is a bit short... But I think it's more appropriate to break it here... Otherwise, the next chapter won't be enough [laughing and crying]

A very broken car came, I don't think it should be caught...

The progress of this pair is very fast, as early as 1000 years ago, everything that should be done and should not be done has been done!

Rest assured that the part about a thousand years ago will not be very long, the next chapter will be over~