after ghost king retired

Because of Ibaraki's sudden serious injury, Jiu Tunbu didn't mention the matter of letting him leave, but he expanded the house and moved it to the place farthest from Ibaraki's room. The place and time of his usual activities completely avoid Ibaraki. He meets.

Jiu Tun also thought about leaving like before, but the little deer boy is still young and underage, and Ibaraki is not the big monster who used to be rampant, in case these two brats are in a place where he can't see If something happened, it would be a big trouble.

He can only stay here, neither meeting Ibaraki nor leaving him too far away, keeping a distance that is neither too far nor too close.

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere at home is too dull, and the little deer man spends more and more time running outside, Jiu Tun is not worried, anyway, this guy is going to the next door to find the demon luthier, he won't run far, it's safe very.

Not long after, the weather turned cooler and it was autumn.

In the evening, Jiu Tun soaked in the hot spring with the wine that had just been brewed this year, and soaked his ghost gourd in another small shallow pool with a towel draped over it.

Because of the cool weather, the steaming white mist became thicker and more drowsy. Jiu Tun drank wine and soaked in the bath, so comfortable that he almost fell asleep in the pool.

"Ah sneeze!"

Ghost Gourd suddenly sneezed, the sneeze was so loud that it almost dissipated the heat, causing Jiu Tun's drowsiness to be jolted away in an instant.

He took a sip of the wine slowly, watched the ghost gourd slowly turning half a circle in the small pool to soak another noodle, thought for a while, and put his chin on the arm that was resting on the wall of the pool, "Listen It is said that the temperature will drop again in a few days, do you want to make some winter clothes for the two of them?"

Ghost Gourd continued to soak in the hot spring, listening to the owner's thoughts.

"Xiao Lu is afraid of the cold, so it's better to make winter clothes earlier." Jiu Tun sipped his wine, his expression suddenly became a little strange, "... Forget it, leave this matter to Xiao Lu, I don't want to worry about it."

Ghost Gourd thought to himself, is the shadow of being kissed so big? It has been so many months, why the master still doesn't want to mention Izuku?

However, it was only puzzled for a while, and soon it was no longer entangled. After all, it was just a small gourd that hadn't even cultivated a human form.

The wine in the jug has been drunk, Shuten throws the empty wine glass and jug aside, stands up from the water, wipes off the water drops, puts on a bathrobe, and goes back to sleep.

The ghost gourd quickly jumped out of the small pool, jumped into the towel basket and rolled around to wipe off the water droplets.

Jiu Tun yawned and opened the bathroom door, suddenly there was a bang, his neck was hooked and pulled down, something soft stuck to his lips, and when he yawned and opened his mouth, it slipped into a moist, soft The greasy thing instantly scared his drowsiness and drunkenness away!

The white-haired boy who had been squatting at the door for an unknown amount of time hooked his neck and kissed him, and put his foot into his arms. Even if he needed a footstep, he kissed him deeply and aggressively, so ferociously passionate!

fuck! !

After being frightened, Shuten was filled with boiling anger, he raised his hand to grab Ibaraki's neck, his slender fingers clasped the boy's slender neck, and pushed it indifferently.

Ibaraki was pinched uncomfortably, and had to let go of his arms and lean back according to the force on his neck. When his lips and tongue left Jiu Tun's lips, a strand of wet silver thread was dragged, and it was pulled and broken between their lips.

Ibaraki's face suddenly turned a little red, and his eyes looking at Shuten were still so bright that it seemed as if a cluster of flames were burning.

Jiu Tun felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and the strength of pinching his neck unconsciously increased a bit, and he cursed out of embarrassment, "What are you doing here, brat?! Did I allow you to approach?!"

Ibaraki's face turned red from being pinched, and he couldn't help but grab Shuten's wrist.

He has only one hand, and the overly wide palm is still a strange dark purple color when there is no ghost energy around it, and Shuten's complexion is much paler because of being in the house for a long time. Holding it, the skin color contrast is extremely obvious, and the posture in which he holds Shuten's wrist is inexplicably a little bit strange...

Like...holding that something.

Feeling the wrist being rubbed and kneaded by slightly rough fingers, Jiu Tun was stunned for a moment, his face sank, and he angrily shook his hand to push Ibaraki away, "Are you courting death?!"

Ibaraki staggered and fell down on the wooden floor of the corridor, coughed softly while pressing his neck, and was not scared away when he heard Shuten's furious voice, but obediently sat up cross-legged, looked at Jiuten and said: " If my best friend wants to punish me, then do it!"

With his sitting posture, Jiu Tun could see something in him at a glance, sneered, and slapped the sliding door of the bathroom open with a slap.

Kacha—a wooden pillar was broken by Jiu Tun, and the clear cracking sound sent a chill down Ibaraki's spine, and he jumped up and turned around to run!

However, before he could take a few steps, Jiu Tun flashed in front of him and punched him on his back. Ibaraki could only see long fiery red hair flashing in front of him, followed by a fierce wind His crotch hit straight!

boom! ! !

"Ah!!!" Ibaraki screamed, and sat stiffly on the corridor, not daring to move.

A wooden pillar rubbed the inside of his legs and poked straight into the floor, and one point above was Ibaraki's baby.

"Is it because my uncle has been too soft-hearted recently, pampering you so unscrupulously!" Jiu Tun stepped on Ibaraki's chest and looked down at him coldly, with a condescending attitude full of oppression, "If you don't want your thing, I don't mind cutting it up for you, so that you can be a girl through and through."

Ibaraki looked up at him, shaking his head stiffly.

Jiu Tun sneered, raised his leg and kicked him aside, "Get lost!"

Ibaraki rolled quickly.

"Hmph." Jiu Tun looked at the white-haired young man's figure in the distance, still angry, turned around and kicked the bathroom door open, before going back to the bedroom with a sullen face to sleep.

Not long after he left, Ghost Gourd swayed out of the bathroom with a towel on his head, sighed like a human, and floated towards the little deer man's room.

The owner is too irritable, it should go to the little deer.

And Ibaraki, who ran back to his room, was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a red dress that was obviously stolen from Shuten, restraining his silly expression, frowning and thinking about something in his heart.

He buried half of his face in the wine-smelling red clothes, sat in silence for a long time, then slowly put down the clothes in his hand, got up and left the bedroom again.

He first fetched a jug of wine from the tree hole in the backyard, then walked back with the jug in hand, stopped after walking two steps, turned around and changed direction.

He almost forgot again, his best friend had already changed rooms.

Ibaraki soon walked to Shuten's new room, he had been in a daze for too long, it was already midnight, Jiuten had already turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Jiuten's bedroom has a barrier, obviously to prevent Ibaraki, but what Jiuten miscalculated is that Ibaraki knows him too well, and knows that he can easily pass through the barrier and get close to him without disturbing him .

It was very dark in the room, and this kind of sight didn't affect Ibaraki in any way.He sat down on the edge of the bed silently, staring down at Shuten who was sleeping soundly.

Shuten's face is the same as it was more than ten years ago, young and handsome, with dazzling eyes, making Ibaraki always involuntarily focus on him.

It's a pity that Shuten always doesn't want to get close to him.

Ibaraki sighed inwardly, picked up the jug in his hand, raised his head and took a sip of the wine, put the wine in his mouth, leaned over and gently pressed his lips against Jiu Tun's lips.

The smell of fine wine made Jiu Tun unconsciously open his mouth to drink in his sleep, and Ibaraki took advantage of his mouth to hold his lips, and passed the wine bit by bit,

Ibaraki half-opened his eyes, thinking that only when he is ignorant, can his best friend obediently let him touch him.

But what he wanted was far from enough.