The hunted Yuan Boya [Comprehensive]

The morning light is dim.

The cherry trees in the courtyard dropped a few pieces of cherry blossoms, which were blown by the wind and fell to the ground, and then gently swept aside by the little paper man with a broom.

The courtyard is filled with a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, as quiet as a painting.

And this peace was quickly broken by yelling.

"Qingming!" The young man with white hair and high ponytail hurriedly pushed the door and entered, ignoring the view of the courtyard at all, and drove straight in, heading straight for the master bedroom.

"Qingming, Qingming? You haven't woken up yet, have you?" The young man who didn't notice the figure of the master shouted in disbelief, and he swung open the wooden door of the master bedroom, which made a loud bang.

"... Boya." The white-haired onmyoji who just got up from the couch because of the young man's yelling sighed helplessly.The corners of his eyes were red, and the blue pupils he looked at with a half-smile were shockingly beautiful, with a little demon-like charm.

"What time is this? Why are you still on the bed?" Boya looked at him incredulously, and walked forward without hesitation, "Get up quickly, I have something to tell you."

She looked completely unfazed by the beauty in front of her eyes.

"There is really nothing you can do about Boya." Qingming shook her head dumbfoundingly, "Let's not talk about what you want to say about Boya, but I have a little question."

"What question?" Boya asked curiously when Qingming also had a question.

"Bo Ya, do you have any deep hatred for the door of my house?" Qingming raised his finger and pointed at the crumbling door, asking seriously.

After all, this is the first door to be destroyed by Boya.

"Uh..." Boya stretched out his hand to scratch his hair in embarrassment, "That..."

He didn't do it on purpose, he was just in a hurry...

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Onmyouji's narrow smile, and realized that the other party was just teasing Boya, who instantly frowned, "Qingming—!"

this man!It's even more cunning than a fox!

"Okay, okay, how could I have the intention of blaming you, Boya?" Qingming smiled, and his pale eyes were full of smiles.

He pinched a formula in his hand, and saw a flash of light, and the dangling door, which was on the verge of being invalidated, had been restored to its original state, and it could not be seen that it had just been "destroyed" by violence.

"Did you come to see me for something?" Qingming stretched out his hand and wanted to pull the waterfall-like long hair behind him, but found that the end of the hair was a little knotted. He couldn't help lowering his head in distress to deal with it, "Why? Come early in the morning to disturb people's dreams."

"I'll do it." Boya took a step forward in a good manner, took Qingming's hair in his hands, lowered his head to straighten the ends, and said, "Qingming, have you heard about the sword-testing samurai?"

Seimei's hand paused in mid-air for a while.

The young man with his head down couldn't see that his eyes were getting darker, and he said to himself: "I heard that ordinary people have nothing to do with those people, so I was wondering if it has something to do with 'those things', so I came here I'm looking for you!"

"Samurai who tried the sword?" Qingming put back his thoughts of running away, and said with a normal expression, "The ones that have caused a lot of trouble at the Suzaku Gate recently?"

"That's right. Those guys are getting more and more excessive. When they meet people on the street, they chop up people, making people panic, and they dare not go out in broad daylight." Boya said angrily.

"How can it be your turn to solve such a trivial matter, the patriarch of the Genji clan?"

"It's not those trash, even these little things can't be solved!"

Mentioning this, Boya felt even more uncomfortable. His elder brother just threw the patriarch's mess to him, but he really knew everything about managing the family - he didn't know anything about it!

"Okay." Boya let go of the long hair she had straightened out in her hands.

"Thank you Boya." Qingming grabbed a robe and put it on, smiled meaningfully, and said meaningfully: "Boya is really overwhelming in some places."

Boya tilted his head in doubt. "Qingming, what are you talking about all of a sudden?"

"Hmm." Hit by his unconscious little action, Seimei, who was calm on the surface, pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked a question: "If Daitengu had long hair, Boya would also fix his hair ?"

Among those monsters, the relationship between Daitengu and Boya should be the best, Seimei gave such an example.

"How is it possible?!" Qingming's words made Boya's eyes widen, and looking at Qingming, he asked back in disbelief, "Why would I do that?!"

"Then Boya, you just..."

"Because you are Seimei!" Boya said naturally. "Any questions?"

His expression was calm and upright, completely unaware of what disturbing words he had said.

Qingming wavered between patience and self-indulgence for a while, and in the end, he was still worried that he would scare the person in front of him, so he chose the former: "No. So, Boya, you are really annoying in some places. It's hard to fight."

Completely, people don't know what to do.

Boya was even more confused, and had no idea what kind of riddle Qingming was playing.

The onmyoji in front of him obviously didn't mean to explain. He smiled and returned to the original topic: "Then Boya, what are you looking for me for?"

"Just... I want to ask Qingming if you have any news from here." Boya was taken aback by his question, and said hesitantly.

"Hey... this doesn't look like you, Boya." Qingming raised a finger and shook it, with a very surprised expression on his face, "I thought, Boya, you would go straight to the Suzaku Gate and fight those warriors Woolen cloth."

"Could I still be afraid!" Boya said imposingly.

However, after being reminded by Qingming's words, Boya later realized that there is really no need for him to come to Qingming, but it seems that he has been used to being with Qingming for a long time. It would be strange if there was no such person by his side .

There seems to be something strange about this idea.

Boya thought about it for a while, but still didn't think there was anything weird about it, so he made a quick decision: "Then I'll deal with those guys first, and then I'll have a drink with Qingming when I come back! I don’t want to see your disheveled appearance again!”

Before he finished speaking, he had already run away.

Qingming looked at Boya's back, dumbfounded, and finally just shook his head helplessly and sighed.

What a headache.

"Lord Qingming, that was Lord Boya just now, right? Why did he leave again?" Xiaobai walked in wagging his tail. It was still sleepy, apparently woken up by Boya's actions just now.

Qingming tapped on the palm of his hand with the bat fan that appeared at an unknown time, and said casually: "Bo Ya will be back in a while."

He did not expect that after Yuan Boya left, he would never wait for this young man to step into the courtyard again.

***

"Bo Ya."

"Bo Ya."

"Bo Ya. Respond to me."

The soft and urgent call awakened Boya, who had a splitting headache, from the illusion of the revolving lantern. He glanced around in a daze, but what he saw was a white mist and nothing.

"This voice is..."

"Bo Ya, respond to me."

This voice is...

Abe Seimei.

The moment I thought of this name, it was as if a sharp blade cut through the chaos and confusion, and cut through the fog in my memory in an instant.

"Sunny?!"

Boya blurted out.

"finally found you."

The sighing voice instantly made Boya feel his heart constrict. He moved his lips, wanting to say something more, and wanted to hear the voice say something more, but he heard a loud bang, waking him up from his dream !

"..." Boya suddenly opened his eyes.

"Mr. Natori, what happened just now?" Natsume Takashi managed to stabilize his figure amidst the shaking, and quickly looked to Natori Monday.

"I don't know either. This feeling seems to be an explosion caused by a collision of spiritual power," Natori shook his head seriously. Even though he said that, even he himself thought it was impossible, "But after all, it is The Baben family, the guy who dares to make trouble here..."

"Three-day moon..."

Even if he just woke up from a coma, how could Boya not recognize his own spiritual power?

Could it be that something happened to Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Mikami Tsukimune? !

Not caring about looking for the clues he had just sorted out from his chaotic mind, Boya quickly got up, "I'll go and have a look!"

"Mr. Yuan!" The two looked at each other from behind and chased after each other.

The place where the spiritual power exploded was near the main hall. Because Boya suddenly fell into a coma, Natori asked him to rest in a guest room on Monday, which was still some distance away from the main hall, by virtue of his friendship with Ma Jingji.

what is the problem?

Could it be... some terrible monsters invaded the Chang family? !

"Be careful, Natsume." Madara jumped off Natsume's shoulder, turned over in mid-air, and returned to his original form.

"Teacher Kitty! Are you okay!" Natsume Takashi still remembered that when Mr. Cat came to the house before, he would be suppressed by the enchantment, but now he suddenly changed back to his original body, wouldn't he feel uncomfortable?

"I'm fine, that kid set up a barrier on my body, which can prevent me from being affected by the demon-eliminating barrier." Madara put Natsume Takashi on his back, and easily jumped onto the beam, Taking advantage of the "favorable location", he and Boya rushed to the main hall together.

It was said that the main hall was actually destroyed by the explosion just now. A whole wall collapsed due to the violent collision. The panic-stricken exorcists gathered together in twos and threes, and the scene was very chaotic.

"Sankai Yuezong is close—!"

Boya saw Taidao standing in the main hall with a sword at a glance, and hurriedly called out.

"Haha, things seem to be getting worse. Your Highness Boya."

Sanri Yuezong heard his voice, and slowly turned around from the crowd.

The scars that had faded due to the hands before reappeared impressively on his cheeks, and traces of blood splattered down, bringing a bit of chilling meaning to his handsome appearance.