[Comprehensive] Playing off again

When the silver-haired and long-haired youth opened his eyes, he panicked.

He noticed that there were some important things that he couldn't remember.

who am I? where am I?

By the way, I am Seimei, Onmyoji Seimei.

Besides?

The memory is fuzzy, like looking at flowers through fog, but in the end, there are still some impressions.Qingming regained his composure, and only then did he feel a little heavy in his body.

There is no moon yet.

New moon?

In the darkness, the silver-haired Onmyoji slowly groped and sat up, the touch of his hands was rough earth and rocks, and above him was a warm... body?

The man seemed to be lying on his chest, and as he stood up, he slid down slowly, making Qingming involuntarily slow down his movements again, so as not to hurt the man.When he sat up straight, the man was already nestled in his waist and abdomen, looking very petite.In the night sky, stars were twinkling, and the starlight was scattered on the ground like goose feathers. With this light, Qingming saw his surroundings a little bit clearly.

night mountain.

The name suddenly popped up in his mind, and there were some related information. He realized that this was the top of the Black Night Mountain in the north of Kyoto.As an onmyoji, the sense organs can easily detect the cold atmosphere here, which is quite creepy-why did I come here?

The silver-haired onmyoji lowered his head.

This person is also here, did he come with me?

He might know something.

Gently brushing back his long, smooth black hair, Seimei realized that it was a boy.His facial features are delicate, his eyes are closed and he sleeps with an innocent and childlike appearance, and the corners of his lips curl up slightly, as if he is having a good dream, which is unbearable to disturb.Seimei really didn't bother.

The light is too dim, let's go down the mountain at dawn.

Thinking so, the silver-haired onmyoji picked up the boy, found a leeward position and sat down, and the two of them leaned together to keep warm.Qingming's blue eyes stayed on the boy's face, hoping to think of something again.

Ellen woke up.

Because Seimei didn't look away, Seimei saw the whole process.

The long eyelashes trembled, and then the boy's eyes opened.It was a purely dark color without a gleam of light, like the reflection of the deepest part of the underworld. Qingming stared blankly at the boy who got up, and found that the boy was also staring at him blankly, and then said: "Who are you? I ……who is it?"

Qingming: "..."

The silver-haired onmyoji smiled wryly, "I'm Seimei, Onmyoji Seimei."

The black eyes stared at him innocently and expectantly, "Do we know each other?"

good question.

Qingming said softly, "Sorry, I lost my memory." He said with faint expectation, "Think carefully, maybe you still remember something."

not at all.

Elan looked curiously at the young man in front of him.

When I woke up, I was very close to him, did they know each other?

Even if you don't know him, he must be a good person. The calm and gentle aura emanating from the inside out is silently telling his character.Maybe it's the appearance, maybe the smell, or maybe it's because he was the first to see him when he woke up, Elan has a good impression of Seimei.

The same as the judgment of the onmyoji, the young man also felt that they probably knew each other.

Although both of them lost their memory at this time...

I don't know what happened.

After a long while, Elan shook his head, looked at the gate of the underworld and said, "I can sense something behind here... I don't remember what it is." The young man looked at the Onmyoji eagerly, his black eyes somewhat moist , seeming annoyed at not being able to help.

Qingming's face was gentle, "Don't think about it yet, let's go down the mountain."

"Us?" the boy repeated.

"We." The onmyoji stood up, bent down and pulled the boy up. His long silver hair flowed down with his posture, and touched the black hair that reached down to his calves. A few strands were intertwined, like day and darkness of the intersection.

Dawn gradually diffused up, and the sky broke dawn.

Unlike Qingming, who walked steadily, Elan bounced around and looked around, his eyes full of curiosity.At first, he was curious about rocks, but after finding them everywhere, he turned his attention to the occasional puddles, and looked at the grass and flowers from time to time, really... very lively.

is a child?

Or is it because of amnesia?

By the way... Seimei stopped, "Do you still remember your name?"

Memory is divided into depths.

Names should be one of the most memorable things, right?

That is, the shortest curse.

Facing those soft blue eyes, the boy only felt familiar syllables come to mind, by the way, his name is...

Elam.

[Iori. 】

A child's voice suddenly appeared in his heart, Elan blinked, and made a choice based on some inexplicable feeling, "Iori, my name is Iori."

"So, Yagami, do you remember how old you are?"

The boy started snapping his fingers.

He used this most primitive method to count for a while, and then said distressedly: "I can't count it." He repeated, "It's too long, I can't count it."

If you use your fingers, you can't count more than ten, right?

Seimei raised his forehead.

The conversation about age is of course nothing. Anyway, no matter how old Yagami was originally, he is still very young now.Looking at the figure running away with the butterfly, Onmyoji sighed deeply.

"Qingming, come over here!"

The boy waved from behind the rock.

Is it another beautiful butterfly?

The good-tempered onmyoji smiled and walked over anyway.

When he got there, he realized that there was a little girl sitting behind the rock, in a backlit corner.

The girl in the pink kimono hugged her knees and curled up into a ball, with an oiled paper umbrella beside her. Her eyes of the same color as the clothes were wide open, looking at them from bottom to top.Clear, weak, with a hint of panic that cannot be concealed, the expression like a newborn baby animal makes one's heart soften.

Qingming squatted down, with a soft voice, "Good morning. Miss, why are you here alone?"

Onmyoji's face is very friendly.

Under his gaze, the little girl in pink clenched and loosened her fingers, and said softly, "I, I don't remember..."

Elan also squatted down, "What about the name, do you remember the name?"

The little girl frowned. She was pink and jade-like, and her frowning movements were cute. She was like a delicate doll. Kagura."

So familiar.

Thinking of this, Elan turned to the biggest (by visual inspection) of the three, "Seimei, Kagura too? I seem to remember the name."

"of course."

This should not be a coincidence.

What happened on the Black Night Mountain last night, did the humans in it lose their memory?

On the way to Kyoto, Onmyoji thought so.

His memory doesn't seem to be completely lost. When he sees certain things, he will feel familiar, and sometimes he will think of something.

Like now, he seemed to know how to get back to his mansion.

When Seimei was thinking about things, he still controlled his steps so that he wouldn't stride too far for Kagura to be unable to keep up.As for Yagami, for the more colorful scenery than the mountains, he jumped more happily, and Seimei was often worried about missing people-in the end, he simply held the hands of the two.

If any familiar colleagues see Qingming at this time, they will be very surprised. This famous onmyoji in Kyoto is holding a girl in his left hand and a boy in his right hand, with a helpless look on his face, like Parents shopping with naughty children.

It's so rare.

Kagura remained silent obediently, and Elan didn't make noise, or even look around.

Because his attention was suddenly shifted.

Yes, when he was free, the boy thought of the child's voice that suddenly appeared.

The skill of spiritual communication is not difficult for the dark god who has lost his memory, not to mention the voice that said he was called "Iori" before as a demonstration, [Who are you?How can you talk to me?Do you know me?who am iWhat did I do before?That's weird, I lost my memory! 】

【…】

Why do you talk about amnesia in such an enthusiastic tone, wow!

[Speak up, don't you know how to speak? ] Elan's voice sounded regretful, 【Don't you just say the word "Iori"?How pitiful! 】

【…】

Where is the pity, host?

【Ah, I see, you are actually not a human but some kind of animal! ] with a suddenly enlightened tone, [I understand that some animals can only make one sound, so "Iori" means the same thing as "cicada" and "quack", right!Ah, I thought you told me to use the name "Iori", or tell Seimei that my name is Elan! 】

【no! 】

【Ah, you really have thinking!Evil beast, where are you evildoer?Why do you want to fuck me when you see me lively and cute? ! 】

【…】

You have already stated the reason, host, although it is your imagination.

The heart of the system is broken.

Even though the dark god who lost his memory couldn't possibly be a little angel no matter how he thought about it, he still secretly expected it.

Sure enough, I thought too much.

The system preparing for diving poured out all the things you need to know, [You sealed the monster power and memory yourself last night and poured it next to Qingming, the purpose is to learn from him about monsters, okay, I'll go first. 】

【Wait! 】 Elan caught the key word, 【I'm a monster? 】

With a hint of bad intentions, the system said mysteriously: [Actually, you are the powerful and evil big monster in the legend, the target that human onmyojis most want to get rid of—Yamata no Orochi! 】

Gods are unfathomable.

The boy's reaction proved this point again, his eyes glowed, and his voice cheered, 【I'm a snake!I have two penises! 】

【…】

You still have eight heads Orz