Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

The meandering water dripped from behind the screen all the way to the side of the bed, the plain white bathrobe was thrown on the ground by the owner, the windows were not closed, and the rain came in, soaking a small piece of the ground, and scattered all over the floor. Clothes and accessories are scattered everywhere.

A slender hand sticks out from the quilt, like a rootless lotus flower, blooming softly and gracefully, this hand is delicate and delicate from the fingertips to the wrist bones, and there is a faint pink between the fingers , fingers struggling to grasp in the air, like a bird eager to escape.

The next moment, this hand was grabbed by the other hand, and it was slowly clasped in along the fingers. It was obviously a very ordinary movement, but it had an ambiguous color/atmosphere.The caught bird struggled weakly twice, was lifted up obediently, and held to his lips for a kiss.

From the back of the hand, to the joints, to the fingertips, the whole hand was covered with delicate kisses. The man with his head bowed had an extremely beautiful face. The crescent moon was sinking in his eyes, rising and falling on the screen of stars and rivers, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. , In the deep pupils is thick desire, surging and rolling, and suppressed by the master.

Mikazuki Zongjin, known as the most beautiful blade, has an unparalleled elegance and demeanor. He is the most reliable elder, the most trustworthy subordinate, the most considerate lover—and also the sharpest sword.

The coldness belonging to weapons is concealed by the large and gorgeous layers of clothing, the beautiful and gentle smile wraps the chilling blade, and the harmless beauty of humans and animals is covered with the smell of iron and blood.

He has always been smiling, he doesn't care about anything, he can sit on the porch and watch the flowers for a day with a cup of tea, he is no different from those old grandpas in the secular world, and he is not stingy with his own catchphrases Ridiculous, good-natured, almost kind.

However, at this moment... Minato Shigemitsu turned his head to the side impatiently for panting, but was turned back with his chin being pulled gently and forcefully. The beautiful face suddenly approached, and the air between them was so close that the air between them became tense. Gotta be sticky and piping hot.

The naked skin was tightly pressed together, and his deep and beautiful eyes reflected his current appearance, his blushing face, somewhat dilated pupils, and scarlet lips that seemed to be dripping blood.

Sankaiyue stared straight into his eyes, refusing to let go of his slightest reaction, brought her clasped hands close to her lips, gently grasped Yuan Shigemitsu's fingers with her teeth, and rubbed them between her teeth.

The sensitive fingertips were licked by the warm tip of the tongue, and the comfort was mixed with a slight itching. All the senses were magnified to the limit, and the pain was filled with maddening joy. The noise of the rain also covered up the low hoarse moans/groans in the room.

The tide of frenzy swept over his mind, and the hand that held the knife all year round controlled his body as if he was holding his own blade. Yuan Shigemitsu suddenly stretched out a hand in the maddening tide, and grabbed the back of Sankayue's head. hair, pulling him closer to her.

The back with smooth lines like spring mountains and rivers is covered with a thin layer of sweat. The black leather armor and throat chakra on the shoulders and neck have not been removed, and only one glove has been taken off. The golden hair in the sweat-drenched messy dark blue hair Inari's hair tassels are shining, adding a bit of soul-stirring chill to this inhuman beauty. Minato Shigemitsu suddenly felt that what was lingering in front of him was an extremely vicious beast with beautiful fur and elegant appearance. temperament, and sharp minions.

Fu Sangshen didn't mind the lord pulling his hair at all, his eyes were still full of indulgent smiles, but the hand holding his waist was always firm and strong, and his movements didn't slow down at all because of this.

"My lord, do you have any orders?"

The whisper close to Yuan Shigemitsu's ear was hoarse and low, the voice was wet like rain, and it contained sticky affection.Sankaiyue rubbed her chin against Yuan Shigemitsu's cheek, her breathing was a little short, "However, if you want to stop, it goes without saying."

Yuan Shigemitsu curled his fingers, inserted his white fingertips into Sankayue's hair, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes and let out: "It's really... um... overbearing."

His voice was very low, almost a whisper like a draft, mixed with a sweet croon, lingering viciously around Crescent Moon's ears.

The black eyes and the deep blue eyes are looking at each other. The human eyes are full of sharp arrogance. Even though they are suppressed below, they are also arrogant like a king patrolling his own territory, but occasionally giving alms to his pious subjects. Kiss him hand chance.

This was a well-matched confrontation, strong tension emerged from their kiss, San Riyue clasped Yuan Shigemitsu's hand tightly with one hand, the palms of the two were wet with sweat, but neither of them had the intention of separating.

"Hey... don't... um..." Yuan Zhongguang suddenly screamed, grabbed the bed sheet with his free hand, then grabbed San Riyue's arm, and encircled him along the smooth muscle line back.

The round nails pinched Sanriyue's skin, and the bluish white joints seemed to break through the thin skin to pierce the opponent's body. Sanriyue let him pinch herself, as if enjoying the pain bestowed by the lord, and the delicate brows were dyed The thin red halo reveals a wild and almost brutal possessiveness that has never been shown in front of people, "Huh? What does the lord seem to want to say?"

Yuan Shigemitsu couldn't make a sound at all, opened his mouth, squeezed out a weak airflow from his throat, and cried uncontrollably. The soreness instantly made his eyes red, and he trembled uncontrollably. Lost strength: "I don't...don't..."

The sanity on the verge of collapse was crumbling, and he tried his best to control his vocal cords, ordering it not to scream and sob, but the rushing desire in his body clamored to break through the cage of reason, and obediently converted to funeral into the arms of God.

Fu Sangshen's long and straight eyelashes covered half of his pupils, his hair was wet with sweat on his forehead, and some long strands of hair stuck to his neck, and the golden fringed hair accessory dangled, rubbing against Yuan Zhongguang's skin Rubbing back and forth, every time it passed by, it brought out a numb itching on the extremely sensitive skin.

Yuan Shigemitsu struggled to pull out his sanity from the vortex, stretched and curled his limp fingers, rubbing against the slightly rough bed sheet, rubbing the already wet fabric into a mess.

"Don't you want to make a sound..." Zhimei Daojian panted slightly, combed her slightly wet hair back with one hand, leaned down, and gently kissed the Lord's forehead and cheek, with the crescent moon in his eyes, revealing a secretive and seductive look. With a coaxing smile, "That can't be done."

"I'm so eager, what about your plea."

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There has never been such a heavy rain in Honmaru. The over-intensive rain covered the sky and the earth in a vast expanse of white rain and mist, and the green color of the trees can barely be discerned. In such a noisy environment, you can't even hear the voices nearby. real.

The short knives moved neatly, and quickly cleaned up a large room, took out the brazier and quilt, cleaned it, boiled tea, and when they looked back, there was an extra man with short hair, who didn't know when. Lost.

...It turns out that the legend that when you put a pot of tea on the spot, a warbler ball will grow is true.

Yaoken complained silently in his heart, and handed the teacup he had just found out to the expectant Yingwan.

Hidekiri leaned against the door and stared at the rain outside. It was rare that he didn’t wear the same coat as his body. The black shirt stuck to his skin, outlining his flexible and slender waist. His platinum-blond hair was soaked in the rain and disappeared. That kind of fluffy feeling, the upper end is wet and drooping, and the lower end is still stubbornly tilted up, rubbing against the ears, the already fair skin is moist and somewhat transparent, making the eyes look even bigger.

"Anija!"

Kemaru ran over with a blanket in his arms, quickly shook it off and wrapped it around Hikari, with a nervous expression on his face, still muttering in his mouth: "Sit here in such a heavy rain, blown by the wind. It will cause a headache. Although we are all swords, we must also pay attention to the usual maintenance. I will wash your clothes, Anika, and hang them out to dry when the rain stops..."

Fu Sangshen who was sitting was completely wrapped in the fluffy blanket, only half of his face was exposed, and the corners of the blanket were carefully tucked, as if a large ball of hair had been wrapped.Genji's elder brother didn't mind his younger brother's behavior of taking care of him like a child. He always maintained such a sweet and gentle smile, with his sharp chin resting on the soft blanket, obediently like a big baby, and stopped nagging Kumimaru Moe's heart trembled when he came back to his senses.

No, it can't be done...Anijia...Anijia, okay, okay...

Kewan tried his best not to let his heart beat too fast out of his throat, he took a few steps back while covering his heart, and staggered to hold on to the door frame: "Anijia... I, I'm going to get a glass of water..."

As he spoke, he wiped his face and moved his legs mechanically.

Anika... good, good boy...

The oncoming Yiqian who was holding a tray looked at Kewan in horror, and was stunned by the idiot's smile, but Keimaru, who was full of eyes on his brother, naturally didn't notice him, and walked almost like a float method out of here.

...Your Highness Genji, I really don't understand...

Yiqi calmed down for a while before continuing to walk, and then a few little Fujishiro hung on his legs.

"Brother Phase One! Brother Phase One! Let's play together!"

"Sit with Brother Yiqi!"

"Phase [-] brother tells a story!"

Fujishiro's family is full of flowers, and there are thousands of flowers in the first stage.

The young man with blue hair bowed his head gently and patiently responded, the little flower in his heart almost floated out.

ah!Odoudou are so good!so cute!

...So, in the first issue, do you really not understand what Kagemaru is thinking?

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The Fusangshen packed themselves up and gathered in the big room one after another, chatting with each other, the mustaches were still wrapped in the blanket, and the amber cat's eyes were empty.

"Anija?"

With the hot air of new tea fragrance, rustling sounds came from beside him, and Kewan sat down cross-legged, and put the tray full in his hands between the two of them.

"Huh?" Mustache turned his head, still with that soft smile, with a little bit of "who am I, where and what happened?"

"Anijia... what are you thinking?"

Since the last time I came back from Minamoto Raikou's time and experienced such a tragic parting, Higakiri and Kenimaru have not sat down to talk like this. Although we have reunited for so long, various things are always happening It happened continuously, but the coffin was buried underground with gravel and dust, and together with those decayed past events, it was suppressed in the deepest part.

"Hmm...it's raining heavily. When I was in Genji, the head of the family would sit on the porch in a daze when it rained." After a long period of silence, a soft and sweet voice sounded slowly.

Scattered in the time of Heianjing, the young patriarch at the pinnacle of power always came in and out, surrounded by loyal retainers and countless visitors with various thoughts. As the treasure of the patriarch, a pair of treasure sabers often Accompanying him on various occasions, no one is closer to him than them.

From a noisy banquet with bright lights to a solitary sleep in the dead of night.

He is the whole purpose of their existence.

Both Higakiri and Kemaru have a preference for rainy days. Only on rainy days, the owner will turn away all the visitors and take them to sit on the porch, drinking in silence or talking to himself leisurely.

Mustache looked at the pouring rain with squinted eyes, even though he couldn't see anything clearly, he still stared at the boundless heavy rain stubbornly.

"Sankaiyue... seems to be absent."

After a moment of silence, Kagemaru said softly.

Mustache clutched the blanket and wrapped himself a little tighter, as if he heard but didn't.

When he was vaguely conscious in the sword, he listened to the gentle and distant voice of the Patriarch, the lonely whispers, and asked questions to the silent world amidst the sound of the rain, and the empty world with no one would never give him a response , only the silent sword hides the mind in the cold scabbard.

The door of the main house separated from here by a long corridor was tightly closed, and the owner of Honmaru was resting inside. Through the torrential rain, only the vague structure of the main house could be seen.

Clear spiritual power permeates the rainwater, falling from the sky, washing away everything that is decayed. This is the power from their master that they are very familiar with. A trace of fresh green trembles from the decayed branches, and the pool is washed yellow by the heavy rain. In the mud, there is a fragile leaf growing in veins, trying to stick out its immature face towards the sky.

The air became more and more fresh and sweet, and in the dense rain, a breath of gods suddenly descended, tightly entangled with spiritual power, and merged into one, indulging in sweet desires.

"This is--"

The fusangshen in the house looked up in amazement, looking at the heavy rain outside, with different emotions in their eyes, only a sudden silence remained.

The handsome Fu Sangshen was leaning against the door, with that soft smile on his face.

He once longed to have a human body, so that he could give answers to the Patriarch in the silence that never received a response, but those serious replies accumulated over the years could only sleep in the scabbard of darkness. up, that's it.

It's raining a lot.

Noisy people can't hear anything.

The author has something to say: Look!have a look!

car! ! ! ! !

The car you want! ! !

Who said I can't drive?stand out!

I am posting this chapter tremblingly, hoping that I will not be reported. I am already very restrained and have a stream of consciousness...

There are no forbidden words, let's talk...

emmmmm finally couldn't hold back and pulled Anijia out for a turn.

I think... I didn't abuse... right?

If you talk about abuse again, I will cry for you to see!

I gave Sanming a cuckold!

I've turned on forced play!

I'm about to pour black mud!

Do not make me angry!I'm a man with Sanming as my backer!

hum.

Please collect it, little angels!Whether it is the collection of works or the author's collection, little angels move your jade-like soft fingers and take home both the author and LITE-ON!

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