When the fake Marysu wears Kurolo

I miss you day and night, and the only time to meet is in the dream.

Kuroro pushed open the door, walked into the room, and saw "sister" kneeling and sitting at the table in distress.

Kamosharo bit her lip, and wrote a row of beautiful lowercase letters on the light yellow letterhead with a thin fragrance. Immediately, she dropped the pen, threw herself into Kuroro's arms, rubbed it vigorously, and took a deep breath. , closed his eyes, with an infatuated expression: "The taste of my elder brother..."

"Shaluo?" Kuroro picked up the note and smiled meaningfully: "Is this for Qingming?"

Kamo Sharo raised his small face, his blush did not fade, and his eyes flickered: "Master Qingming is very good, it's because of this body's obsession!"

"That's it, it's really sad, my sister has grown up." Kuroro showed a sad look.

"No, big brother is the most important thing!" Kamosharo hurriedly hugged Kuroro into Kuroro's arms, twisting Kuroro's white clothes with both hands, exerting more force.

"Shaluo is my brother's doll, my only one, my favorite doll..."

His body was trembling with fear, his eyes were so wide open that he was about to cry, but his expression was dull, as if he was filled with too many intense emotions, overloaded and broken, and the hidden despair came out through his body. A deadly silence filled the air: "My lord, my lord..."

"Don't abandon me!" The shrill voice was hysterical, and Kuroro frowned slightly, well, the doll he created for the first time seems not perfect, but the flaws are not hidden, as long as it doesn't affect the use.

Kuroro lifted Sharo's small chin with great interest, his turbulent emotions agitated, but his face was strangely unmoved, like a toy that was getting worse and worse. Two cheap glass beads.

"What about Abe Seimei?" Kuroro raised his eyebrows, looking distressed.

"Let him die!" He Maoshaluo rejected the obsession just now without hesitation, and she simply made people feel chills. Her expression remained unchanged, but her tone was full of hatred: "Trouble me and my brother!" The people, no matter who they are, go to die!"

"That's not okay." Kuroro stroked the top of Kamosara's hair reassuringly, as if he had rewound the clockwork, regaining the ability to express his feelings, and Kamosara showed enjoyment like a kitten With a rosy face, crooked eyebrows, and pure joy, he rubbed against each other in a cute and fawning manner.

"He's still useful~" Kuroro picked up Kamosharo's letterhead, smiled slightly, knocked on the table, the door was opened, and a beautiful maid transformed into a shikigami came kneeling and took Kuroro's hand. The letter in Luo's hand.

"Send it to Abe Seimei!" When Kamo Sara suddenly raised her head and her eyes were frightened, the maid slowly backed away.

Pressing down on the restless furry head of the kitten in his arms, Kuroro was expressionless and his eyes were deep: "In unofficial history, Kamosara is Abe Seimei's wife."

"Shaluo, as a good chess piece for my brother, you may be able to fulfill your role by his side."

"Hi~" Kamosara's entire face was buried in Kuroro's arms. Amidst the breath of his elder brother, Kamosara's expression was in a daze, his eyes were intoxicated, and his brain seemed to be blank. I really worry about it. Hear this sentence.

"Hehe~" Kuroro slightly narrowed his long and narrow eyebrows. He Mao Baoxian's shell was elegant, but because of Kuroro, it was tainted with a dark atmosphere, making it even more mysterious and dark, obscure and difficult to understand. People prostrate on the ground, respecting the bewitching magic of gods and the magic power of madness.

Returning from his travels, the youth of those days has grown into a handsome and unparalleled young man. Abe Seimei lay reclined in front of the steps, his white safari clothes were spotless, he raised the wine glass in his hand, raised his head, his black hair flowed down, and half-closed his eyes The raised corners of his eyebrows gave this man who seemed drunk but not drunk a demonic look.

Junchun's sake was cold, Abe Seimei finished his glass of fine wine, his eyes lingered on the clusters of plants in front of the court, and his footsteps approached without looking back, his expression was as indifferent as before.

The person who came was a woman, wearing an eye-catching bright red kimono, so enthusiastic that it would seem to burn people's eyes, revealing her white and round shoulders, her slender waist that cannot be grasped, walking with enchanting steps, between the opening and closing skirt corners, The slender and straight legs are looming, walking barefoot, and the plump, rosy finger heads are the artist's carefully crafted treasures.

With her right hand holding the bottom of the delicate flagon pot and her left hand holding onto the handle, her slender, jade-like fingers were stepping on a wonderful rhythm. The dazzling red kimono could not cover up the thrilling arc, and she stopped at Abe Seimei's body. Sideways, tilted the jug, and the silky liquor quickly filled the glass.

The woman took the wine glass and brought it to Abe Seimei, and after he took it, she chuckled lightly.

That year, Abe Seimei was still a green young man. He left Kamo’s house to embark on his own journey as a teacher, but no matter how much he thought and hesitated, he still came to the deepest part of Izumi’s Shinta Forest, Ge Zhiye, Ge Zhiye , Mrs. Mother... My heart is filled with anticipation, and Abe Seimei has never clearly felt the beating of his heart.

But how can humans and foxes last forever?The fox demon who loves white clothes, under the background of the huge and clear moon, in this quiet Xintai forest, looks like a fairy who is about to step on the moon, her long skirt is submerged in the autumn grass, her expression is vague and ethereal, and she is happy **.

That was the most embarrassing moment for Abe Seimei, as if he wanted to escape the evil spirits, he hurried away without caring about his manners, the whispers of the monsters around him seemed to be mocking, his hair was disheveled, and he described himself as humble.

Surrounded by tall and ancient trees of unknown age, the luxuriant branches are like monsters with teeth and claws. There is no way ahead, and the way from where they came from has disappeared.

The red fox came at this moment. The moment she came, all the voices were silent, and the red dress was like a flame that would never go out. She smiled lightly and raised her eyebrows. He lowered his waist and looked it over carefully.

The crooked eyes were full of smiles, like a prank, the woman who met him for the first time suddenly blew in his ear, with a rich fragrance, tantalizing.

Seemingly ashamed and bewildered, the young Abe Seimei bypassed the woman in front of him, stumbled...and escaped, leaving the stunned banshee laughing happily.

It was already early morning when we came to the edge of Shinta Forest. The thin morning light passed through the forest and shrouded it like a mist, bringing people an extremely light, unreal warmth. In front of him, there was no obstacle in the way ahead, he sighed softly: "What are you still following me for?"

Dressed in a red figure from far to near, Abe Seimei turned around. His eyes were sharp and his figure was handsome. In comparison, it seems that one night is the time limit God gave him to grow up.

Seemingly receiving a surprise, Honghu's eyes were filled with admiration, and she bowed lightly: "My concubine's name is Honghu."

Abe Seimei was noncommittal and waited for the following.

The red fox bowed again, lowered his face slightly, his eyes flashed a playful look, but his expression was solemn and sincere: "My lord is handsome and handsome, it's because of my good looks. I fell in love with you at first sight when I first saw you. I leave, I admire him dearly, and I would like to be by your side and never give up for the rest of my life."

As if far away from the distant memories, Abe Seimei once again drank the wine in the glass, and the woman beside him snuggled into his arms, the familiar fragrance filled the air, just like the days and nights of the past ten years, the red fox Just like what was said that day like a joke, it has been like smoke for ten years, and they are still together until today, and they never have the intention of leaving.

Ten years of traveling, the time is like a carving knife, little by little, he modified Abe Seimei into a flawless man in the legend. He regarded himself as an object, kept improving, and after ten years of training, he returned to Kyoto. Meet former teachers.

At the same time, he is slowly building up his patience, waiting for the moment when the red fox gets tired of the showdown.

"There are demons in this world who hide in the world or meet people. At that time, they will be greedy, angry, infatuated, and hate." Abe Seimei stroked the long satin-like hair of the red fox, letting the black silk pass between his fingers, his eyes Profound and difficult to understand: "There are also demons in this world, hidden in the hearts of living beings, and every time there is chaos and ravines that are difficult to level, the demons will raise their heads, coercing and tempting, until they control the body and mind."

The body in his arms seemed to have never been heard, and there was no movement at all.

After all, I was the one who lost first. After ten years of probing and guessing, I finally understood that I was the one who turned the cards first. Abe Seimei lowered his eyes: "Your heart is like the high sky, free from dust, and your body is in the red dust. Rolling in the furnace, greed, anger, and obsession as assistants, love, desire, worry and hatred as materials, use the demon body to forge your heart, and use your heart to control the body, even if you love people, hate people, even if you do good deeds, even if you do evil deeds, even if you stand upright On the top of the world, or under the dust, your heart is like the way of heaven, never fluctuating, and far away."

"Everything in this world," Abe Seimei looked at the standing figure in awe, "It's just the scum you left behind..."

Without even a sigh, the red fox stood quietly in front of the steps, smiled at Abe Seimei, turned around and left with the same publicity from beginning to end, and the figure gradually faded away, like fog dispersed in the sun, and finally disappeared.

Abe Seimei stared at the silent luxuriant grass in a daze. The wine in the jug was still warm. He sipped the tea by himself and lay down on the wooden floor.

The name is also a curse, and that person is named after his true self, and he doesn't care, but he looks like even a trace of restraint is useless.

He laughed freely, tilted the jug, the liquor flowed out from the spout, got into his mouth, and wet his clothes. In this courtyard where there was no one else but himself, the rising sun gradually rose, It seemed to be a familiar morning many years ago, but it was different from the embarrassment at that time. The young Abe Qingming's eyes were full of romance and joy.