after ghost king retired

Jiu Tun and Yan Mo took the shrunken little Ibaraki back to the balcony of Yan Luodian, drank to calm the shock, and discussed the issue of Xiao Ibaraki's upbringing by the way.

Yan Mo is resolutely unwilling to raise her, and her reasons are very good: "Are you sure that the underworld is a suitable place for him to live?"

It's really not suitable. The underworld is a place where ghosts can stay. It's dark and cold, and it's not suitable for people to live in. Even if you don't drink, you don't like to stay here for a long time.

So Yan Mo swallowed the small cimus plug very neatly, and then turned his head to give instructions to Granny Meng. Not long after, Granny Meng's pot rushed over with a small basket.

"Since you will raise Ibaraki again, it shouldn't matter if there is another one." She picked up a small basket from the pot, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Jiu Tun, "He also gave it to you."

"What?" Jiu Tun sat at the table with his knees bent, one hand on the clingy Ibaraki, and suspiciously looked into the basket, "...huh?"

Curled up in the basket was a small white-haired monster with a human upper body and a deer lower body, sleeping soundly with a blanket in its hand.

A very cute child, but Jiu Tun couldn't be cute for children, he leaned back, leaned on the ghost gourd, and said expressionlessly: "You think this is an adoption home for little kids?"

Yan Mo asked: "Otherwise? Besides you, who else is free to wander around all day?"

Jiu Tun quickly picked up a few big monster friends in his heart, Yimulian and Huang must have no time to raise more children, Yao Dao Ji is still sleeping in the Heian Jing Palace, and the Lord of Arakawa is also busy all day long. As for the whole watershed of Arakawa, Tamazamo didn't know where to play around 800 years ago.

...It seems that he is the only one who is relatively free.

Jiu Tun silently took a sip of wine.

Yan Mo raised his wine glass to him, raised his head and drank it down.

So the matter was so simple and all was pushed to Jiu Tun, and Yan Mo was fine with nothing.

The underworld is really not suitable for young monsters to stay for a long time. After accepting the reality, Shuten held Ibaraki in his left hand and a basket with baby deer in his right. He left the underworld and returned to the bamboo forest hut where he was temporarily staying.

It was already afternoon when I returned to the human world, and a few little monsters were cleaning in the yard.Jiu Tun put Xiao Ibaraki, who had already fallen asleep, in one bedroom to let him sleep slowly, and then put the little deer boy who had been sleeping in the basket and hadn't woken up in another bedroom.

The little deer man in the basket didn't know how to sleep. The blanket in his hand covered his head. Jiu Tun squatted by the basket and looked at it, wondering whether he should remove the blanket for him. Then he stretched out his hand and took a corner of the blanket and gently tore it open.

The soft blanket was passed over the white and tender face of the deer man, perhaps because it was a little itchy, he snorted in his sleep, stretched out his hand to scratch his face, and suddenly sneezed with a "ha chi", which woke him up .

Jiu Tun squeezed the blanket with two fingers and made a movement, and exchanged a glance with the little deer man who looked up in a daze.

The cub's eyes are round and big, emerald-like emerald green, with long and dense eyelashes, as beautiful as a girl.

Then those green deer eyes quickly accumulated a layer of water mist, which condensed into bean-sized tears and flowed down from the corners of the eyes.

"Uh...uh--"

Jiu Tun quickly dropped the blanket, jumped up and backed away.

The young deer's cry was not too loud, it was just a sobbing, but Jiu Tun felt that it was really a fucking magic sound piercing his ears.

He stood far away from the basket in the bedroom, endured it for a while, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and finally he couldn't bear it and walked out of the room first.

After a while, he came back again, brought a glass of water and a plate of meatballs, and put them next to the basket—drink water when crying thirsty, and eat meatballs when crying hungry, anyway, the uncle can't coax little kids.

After putting down his things, Jiu Tun quickly slipped away, but he didn't go far. He just sat in the corridor by the door, stuffed some cotton into his ears, bent one leg and stepped on the edge of the wooden floor, and drank some wine in the cool breeze.

The door of the bedroom was not closed, and the little deer man in the room could see his back as long as he raised his head.

The little deer man could cry more than Jiu Tun expected. After crying for a long time, he felt his throat was dry, drank water and continued crying, felt a little hungry, and continued crying after eating the balls.

Jiu Tun occasionally turned his head to look, and all he saw was the little deer man sitting in the basket crying and gnawing on the balls, so he didn't care much.

Until the evening, the sky was filled with a large orange-red sunset glow, the little deer man ate the last bunch of meatballs, burped, and stopped crying.

Shuten stuffed his ears with cotton, and didn't notice that he had stopped crying and was still sitting at the door.The little deer man lay on his stomach in the basket, resting his head on the edge, staring at Jiu Tun's back with his wet green eyes.

Shuten's sitting posture is not correct at all, no matter how you look at it, he looks lazy.Ever since he ceased to be the ghost king, he has been too lazy to put himself in a heroic and serious state, and he basically does whatever he can to make himself comfortable.

At this time, he was wearing a loose and simple white bathrobe, and his fiery red hair was also loose, hanging down and covering the entire back. The thin strands of hair were blown up by the evening wind, and they were blown up in strands.

Perhaps sensing a prying gaze, Shuten turned his head and looked over.

From the little deer man's point of view, Jiu Tun happened to be in the backlight, his appearance was hidden in the shadows and he couldn't see clearly, but his slightly sharp eyes were particularly clear, and the pupils seemed to glow in the shadows.

Those eyes are bright purple, a very pure purple, so bright that there is no shadow of gloomy and gloomy. When you are stared at by those eyes, you feel as if you are in a vivid and bright world in a painting. To feel excited.

The little deer man shook his tail and hid half of his head under the blanket.

Deliberately heavier footsteps approached slowly from the door, Jiu Tun walked into the house, squatted down in front of the basket, and stretched out his hand to tear off the blanket on the little deer man's head.

The young deer in the basket shook, raised its round green eyes, and looked at him timidly.

"My uncle is Yan Mo's friend, Jiu Tun. The underworld is not suitable for monsters other than ghosts, so she entrusted you to my care." Jiu Tun can't learn to be gentle, so he can only try to keep his voice soft and let himself It didn't look so fierce, "My uncle will support you in the future."

The little deer man raised his short tail and gave a small "hmm".

Jiu Tun looked at him for a while, feeling that he had nothing to say, so he pulled the blanket over him to cover him, got up and left.

The little deer man nestled in the basket, with a blanket on his head, poking out two round eyes, staring at Jiu Tun's back until he walked away from the door.

Jiu Tun walked in the corridor, walked towards Xiao Ibaraki's room, and before he had gone far, a group of fluffy little things appeared from the corner, rushed into his leg, and hugged him.

"Best friend!!" The childish and childish voice shouted excitedly.

The corners of Jiu Tun's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked down at the young Ibaraki who was not even as high as his thighs, thinking, he really wanted to beat Yan Mo up.