after ghost king retired

The little deer man went out early in the morning, carrying a basket, and walked to the residence of the demon luthier, picking wild fruits along the way.

When the basket was filled with wild fruits, he also walked to the door of Yaoqin Master's house.

The demon luthier lives alone, and his residence is very simple, just an ordinary wooden house, with wisteria climbing on the roof, which has not yet bloomed at this time.

"Aqin——" the little deer man walked into the fence gate with a basket of wild fruits, and found the demon luthier wiping the strings under the eaves at the back of the house.

Hearing the little deer man's voice, the demon luthier stopped what he was doing and turned to look over.

Yaoqin Master has a very cool and elegant face, long silver-white hair, light-colored red phoenix eyes, and light pink lips. In the quiet and hazy morning light of mountains and fog, she is so beautiful that she looks like she is about to follow her thin hair in the next second. The fog dissipated among the lush vegetation.

He looked at the little deer man with a cold and cold gaze, but it would not make people feel indifferent, "You came so early today?"

"Well, what are you doing today!" The little deer man ran to him and nestled down, put down the basket in his hand, "I washed all the fruits, and I picked all the ones I could pick. See which one you like. kind."

The demon luthier has a bland taste and is very picky about food. He even picks and chooses the water he drinks. The little deer man spent some time figuring out his preferences and minefields, and the fruits he picked perfectly fit his taste.

The demon luthier reached out to pick up a light red wild fruit, and ate it quietly.

The little deer man flicked his short tail and gnawed the fruit together.

The two demons silently ate half of the basket of fruit. The demon luthier wiped his hands, lightly pressed on the strings, and asked softly with lowered eyes, "What kind of music do you want to listen to today?"

"Huh?" The little deer man raised his head with puffy cheeks, raised his short tail, blinked, and swallowed the flesh in his mouth, "The song... um, blood boiling?"

"En." The demon luthier nodded, and slowly stroked the strings with his fingers.

His hands are very beautiful, with slender fingers, white and thin, but not too thin. When the fingers are slightly bent, there are finger tendons on the back of the hand, and the outline of the entire palm is elegant and beautiful.

The little deer man stared at his hands, his green eyes were full of cautious fascination and joy, and he couldn't help but want to wag his tail.

The demon luthier stroked the strings, paused for a moment, and swept his fingers over the strings——

The sound of the zither suddenly sounded, and the surrounding birds fluttered in an instant, and the branches and leaves of the vegetation rustled.

The demon luthier lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, unmoved by foreign objects, and the rapid and compact strings jumped out from his fingertips, forming a high-spirited and high-pitched tune, with a murderous aura in his blood. .

The little deer man hugged his snare drum, staring blankly at the cold and delicate side face of the demon luthier, his cheeks gradually turned red.

The demon luthier looked at him sideways, and Yubai's hands fluttered like butterflies on the strings, pressing the fingertips on the strings and turning them, and the chilling and high-spirited tunes changed accordingly, adding a touch of lingering joy.

The little deer man looked at him stupidly, he forgot to flick his tail.

Near noon, the fog in the mountains and forests has completely dissipated.

Jiu Tun yawned and got up, opened the door, and a large group of white furry fell in from behind the door, he was so startled that he subconsciously backed away, and the group of furry fell to the ground with a bang.

"Eh? Boss, are you awake?" Ibaraki jumped up, his cheeks were flushed, he didn't look like he just woke up.

Jiu Tun just thought it was the brat who ran to his door early in the morning to take a rest, pushed him aside indifferently, and went out to wash and go to the toilet.

Ibaraki didn't feel unhappy when he was treated so coldly, he always thought that no matter how proud and indifferent Shuten was, it was only natural for him.

——This is his best friend Jiu Tun, it's normal to have a little temper.

He followed Jiu Tun not too far away, watched him wash his face and brush his teeth, and watched him walk into the toilet and slam the door shut with a bang, couldn't help laughing, and leaned against the corner waiting for the wine to come out.

He didn't know if it was because he sat and slept all night in the corridor, and he felt a little pain in his back, so he stretched his shoulders and heard the creaking sound of his joints clearly.

After a while, Jiu Tun came out, ignoring Ibaraki who was squatting in the corridor, and walked towards the room.

Ibaraki hurriedly followed behind, took two steps, looked at Jiu Tun's back, the fiery red hair fluttering and flowing in his vision suddenly became blurred.

"Boom!!"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly came, Jiu Tun subconsciously looked back, and saw Ibaraki lying on the corridor, stopped, turned and walked back, lightly kicked him, "Why are you pretending to die?"

Ibaraki didn't respond, but Jiu Tun was slightly startled. The temperature from his toes made his heart tighten. He immediately squatted down and grabbed Ibaraki's arm and pulled him up, "Ibaraki?"

Ibaraki panted slightly, his cheeks were still flushed, his eyes were dazed and scattered, completely out of focus, and then he suddenly lowered his eyelids and passed out.

"Ibaraki?!"