Grandmother Dressed Up

Abe Seimei is Abe Seimei, he will not become another person because of amnesia, at most he will just become Abe Seimei who has amnesia, so all the accounts can be charged to the half-baked onmyoji.

The little black-red butterfly flapped its wings again and landed on the back of the wheelchair invisible to the other party.

The man in a wheelchair suddenly stopped what he was doing, as if he suddenly remembered that there should be no butterflies in his office.

He looked around again, but he didn't see any butterflies again, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

"Scent?" It was also at this time that he noticed a sweet smell in the office. It was very light and faint, but it seemed to linger around the tip of his nose. It was a strange but definitely not annoying smell.

The man subconsciously picked up the document sent in by the secretary just now, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, but frowned the next second.

"It's still the same choking scent." He knew that the secretary liked to leave expensive perfume smells on all kinds of documents that came in, but he never said that the smell of the perfume had no effect on the body other than choking. What smell did he leave behind.

But the smell just now was different. Sitting sideways in the wheelchair, he found that the sweet smell hadn't dissipated with time, instead it had been faintly lingering around him, always there.

"Does it smell good?"

A gust of warm wind blew past his ears with the gentle sound of a spring. The moment he turned around subconsciously, under the backlight of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw a figure in a blue kimono sitting lightly as if weightless. On the edge of the back of the wheelchair, the folded white legs are in front of you.

His long black hair hung down his shoulders, and his face could not be seen clearly against the light.

He just blinked, and the incredible figure on the back of the chair disappeared instantly, only a butterfly flew past his eyes.

The previous picture dissipated like a dream, but the strange thing is that the butterfly he saw before seemed to be black, but this time the butterfly flying past turned into a beautiful blue.

The blue butterfly flew to the other side of him, and the same voice came to his ears again—"What did you see?"

Although the man in the wheelchair looked young on the outside, his demeanor had faded.Although he encountered a strange thing, his expression was still calm. Instead, he picked up the pen on the document again, and while looking at the document that no longer mattered, he said: "Fortunately, I saw a rare superpower. I believe that the Association of Heroes You must be very interested in such superpowers that can mimic."

"Did you just see superpowers?" The tone in the ear was a bit complaining, and then asked softly, "Does it look good?"

Thinking of the beautiful figure that passed by just now but stayed in his mind until now, the man seemed to breathe harder.

"Just now you said... super power? I don't know any super power, the so-called super power, can I still do this?"

A voice with a pleasant tone sounded in the office, and then a small voice appeared in the corner of the office against the wall.

The blue butterfly flew to the branches and leaves of a certain potted plant in the corner at some point, and the green branches and leaves turned into blue crystals the moment the butterfly stopped!

The spar feeling is like the black-red thorns manipulated by Drunk Moon. After the potted plants are turned into spars, the branches and leaves can still be clearly seen, but they shine brightly under the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, making them beautiful and eye-catching.

Even the butterflies resting on it show dreamlike colors.

"Theoretically, mutants with two different types of superpowers are also very likely to exist." The man in the wheelchair clenched the pen in his hand.

Mutated superpowers all have different abilities, but mutants who master two different personalities of plants and mimics at the same time are indeed relatively rare.

"Hmm..." Zuiyue immediately changed back to the original, picked up the potted plant that he had turned into a spar like a thorn, walked to the desk step by step, held down the other hand with the other hand and tried to reach for the phone. hand, leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair and asked, "You don't hate superpowers, do you?"

Zuiyue has already guessed the identity of Abe Seimei's reincarnation this time, and it is very likely that he is the young uncle of the vase Abe Yuya, the one who brought the Abe Group back to life.

If this is the case, then the other party should be, as An Dongmei said, an inconvenient person without any superpowers.

Well, at least on the surface.

"Why hate it?" The other party glanced at the completely closed offices, and then at the phone that was pushed away by Zuiyue, but his tone remained calm and unchanged, "Each has his own way to go, but if you feel that you can only If you have strong force or superpowers to be eligible to stand on the starting line, then that’s unnecessary.”

"I think you are powerful."

"Many people say that." The other party showed a fleeting wry smile, and then looked up at Zui Yue who appeared in front of him in his original posture, "So what's the matter with your Excellency looking for me, a disabled person?"

"If you want to kidnap the ticket, unless you turn me into a butterfly, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this building." The other party glanced at Zuiyue's invisible neck, with a little doubt in his eyes, "But thank you, sir It seems that the security system of the Abe Building still missed the possibility of intrusion by some personalities."

"It sounds good if we become butterflies together." Zuiyue lowered her head and chuckled, and placed the flower pot in the center of the desk, but then picked a spar petal from the potted plant, and gently rubbed it on the other party's arm. With a stroke, the spiritual blood with powerful spiritual power dripped on the bright and dazzling spar potted plant, "And, what I said was not a lie."

The next second after the blood dripped, the ordinary-sized spar potted plant grew out of the flowerpot in an instant as if it had received unimaginable nourishment, and the radiant blue spar continued to spread upwards. Countless spar flowers spread out on the blue branches, layer upon layer, so beautiful.

The crystal blue flower tree spreads from the desk to the ceiling, dotted with spar flowers and leaves.

Did he do it?A certain Mr. Abe watched everything in front of him quietly, but silently held his breath.

"No human being can do it in a short period of time, but it's only a drop of your blood that can do it all." Zui Yue appeared behind the other party at some point, leaning close to her ear, "It's just all of this, only me Just know."

"This is a miracle that can only be produced when poured with the most powerful force."

"What exactly do you want?" Through the reflection of the crystal flower tree, the other party saw Zuiyue leaning over and smiling behind him, "We don't seem to have crossed paths."

"As expected, Mr. Abe doesn't remember anything?" Zuiyue walked to the desk, her expression began to become a little sad, but secretly she was flipping through the little book she had kept accounts for the half-baked onmyoji.

The other party looked at Zuiyue's face in a daze.

"Actually, my recent memory is a bit unclear." Zuiyue half-closed her eyes, stretched out her hands to cover her waist, "I just remembered your face firmly, and vowed to find you no matter what. After that, I fell asleep after that." At first glance, the process should not be very comfortable.”

"..." A certain Mr. Abe seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

But Zuiyue sighed, and then continued: "After waking up, I felt very uncomfortable not long after."

"..."

"It's all your fault no matter what you think." Zuiyue approached the other party and smiled, "Master Abe Seimei?"

"Crack!" A certain Mr. Abe kept holding on to the pen in my hand, and finally it couldn't continue falling to the ground, making a crisp sound.

It is also like the sound of a string breaking in someone's heart.

Zuiyue also saw someone's signature on the document on the desk, and did not expect that the reincarnation name of the half-baked onmyoji was "Abe Seimei". Connected together, it seems to be a completely different world from before.

"Your Excellency... No, miss, if you're not playing a prank..." Abe Seimei glanced at his legs in the wheelchair, "You should be able to see that I can't do anything to you."

Zuiyue's gaze moved down: "It is impossible for me to recognize the wrong person, because I am the person who knows you best in this world, Master Qingming. It's a pity that you can't recognize me no matter what."

As soon as the words were finished, Zuiyue pressed one hand to Abe Seimei's chest, and the other hand stroked his cheek, then relied on the height after getting up, slowly bent down, as if wanting to get close to Abe Seimei's cheek.

Abe Seimei, who was unable to get up from the wheelchair for a while, opened his eyes wide and looked at Zuiyue leaning over. The face in his field of vision, which was like a faint blue butterfly, was getting closer and closer.

Even when Abe Seimei thought that something would happen, Zuiyue instantly turned into the original black and red butterfly and flew up.

"Mr. Abe, since you planted the cause, you have to be responsible for the fruit." Zuiyue's voice seemed a little ethereal in midair, "I will come to you tomorrow."

"Knock! Knock!"

As soon as Zuiyue's voice disappeared, there was a knock on the door outside Abe Seimei's office, perhaps because he knew that the sound insulation could not hear the sound, after a few knocks, a man with the appearance of an assistant opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Abe, these are the relevant materials from the Hero Association." The male assistant who opened the door with his head down was probably the "Mr. Yamada" mentioned by the female secretary before. Not long after he walked in, he bumped into a huge On the incomparable crystal flower tree, I raised my head and glanced, and the whole person froze there.

The boss's office has such a big decoration, why doesn't he know?

The boss is such a frugal person, has he been reimbursed for the purchase of office supplies?

Looks nice, but isn't it too big?If you want to keep such a large piece of decoration neat, clean and dust-free, do you have to pay more wages to the logistics staff on this floor?

"Let's put it down." Abe Seimei watched the black and red butterfly follow his assistant to open the office door and go out. For some reason, he didn't stop it.

After Abe Seimei was left alone in the entire office, the big boss of the Abe Group, who had been calm and composed, fell into a strange mood.

He still doesn't know who the personality ability person who appeared in his office and can change into a butterfly is, but when he sees that person, he has a feeling that he can't judge him only by his appearance.

But if what the other party said is true... Could it be a pregnant lady?

When Abe Seimei thought of this, he wondered why he couldn't calm down.Even in the years when the Abe Group was about to fall, Abe Seimei never felt this way.

He glanced at his wheelchair-bound legs again with some annoyance, sure that he had nothing to do with the man's physical problems, and he had never seen that man before.

If he had seen it, he would never forget that face.

However, Abe Seimei always feels that he knows each other, has met each other before, and even has an inexplicable sense of familiarity that wants to gush out at any time!

If not, why is there a sense of familiarity?

Did something really happen between them?

Abe Seimei was haunted by strange and very strange emotions, which made him unable to analyze calmly.This feeling is really a very strange experience for Abe Seimei.

Abe Seimei has always felt that the world he is in is a stage, and he is like an indifferent and outsider bystander.But when the other party leaned down, Abe Seimei felt that a hand directly dragged him onto the stage.

Seimei Abe quietly pushed the wheelchair, looked at the busy city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and was silent for a long, long time, finally sorting out the messy thoughts a little bit.

What shocked Abe Seimei himself was that the figure of that person lingered in his mind.

Although Abe Seimei can only move around in a wheelchair for the time being, there are many women who approach him purposefully like moths to a flame, but there is a voice that keeps telling him—that person is different.

In addition, when Abe Seimei thought that the other party might be pregnant and mistook himself for the father of the child, he felt an undeniable sense of unhappiness in his heart.

"Then...is it a goblin?"

……

Zuiyue, who left the Abe Building, walked towards the coffee shop that An Dongmei and the others had made an appointment with a smile on her face.Although he knew that Abe Seimei couldn't recognize him at all, Zuiyue believed that as long as he came to Abe Building to hang out a few more times, he would definitely be able to see the tangled look of that half-baked onmyoji who dared to blow him away.

The author has something to say:

Zuiyue didn't know, just seeing a certain onmyoji was enough to entangle her.

A certain onmyoji can't remember now, it was the most desperate moth in the team rushing towards the flames.

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Thank you Mengmeng for your support, this chapter will continue to be filled with red envelopes, eh!