The hunted Yuan Boya [Comprehensive]

Although he always said that he would not be drunk and would not return, Boya's drinking capacity can only be said to be average, and after being poured a few glasses by several people in turn, he was already a little dizzy, holding the wine jar there and muttering wearing something.

"Bo Ya?" Qingming stretched out his hand to support his crumbling body. If he didn't support him, Boya might slip under the table.

Yamabuki Kunihiro subconsciously wanted to step forward to help, but was grabbed by the white cloth draped over his body by Kemaru who was beside him. He turned his head and saw Kemaru shook his head.

Yamabuki Kunihiro pursed the corners of his lips silently.That's right, Mr. Boya has already reunited with this lord. If he has this imitation knife, there is no need for him to exist.

Seeing his instantly dejected expression, Keimaru immediately understood that Token Fusangshin had fallen into a vicious cycle of inferiority again, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes, really unable to understand Yamabuki Kunihiro's brain circuit.

"Qingming..." Boya was already a little dizzy from drinking, and when he heard Qingming's voice, he looked up at him in a daze.

The white-haired onmyoji looked at him with a smile on his face, and his figure was reflected in his dark golden eyes, as if that was the whole world.

Seeing the familiar figure, he stopped insisting, took off the weight from his limp body, and leaned against Qingming's body.

"You're drinking too much, I'll take you back to rest." Boya's undefended posture made Qingming's eyes darker, and his hand around Boya's shoulders tightened slightly, and he was worried that Boya would find something strange, so he could only quickly One touch is instant.

"I didn't drink too much, I can still drink three hundred cups!" Boya shook the empty wine jar in his arms, and said indistinctly, "Qingming, there is one more thing I want to tell you."

He really drank too much, the wine jar in his hand rolled and rolled under the table.Boya tried to grab it, but there was a double image in front of him, and he couldn't catch the wine jar at all, so he kicked the wine jar away with a rather childish kick.

"What's the matter?" Qingming was dumbfounded by his actions.

Even if you lose your memory, some habits will not disappear.For example, this kind of cute side that suddenly loses its intelligence after getting drunk.

Boya struggled to turn around, allowing himself to face Seimei successfully.

The bright moonlight softly outlines the elegant and handsome outline of Onmyoji, the smile on the corners of the eyes and brows seems to be much gentler than this moonlight, and it is so close that people can touch it with their hands.

Thinking of this, Boya complied with his own will and embraced the moonlight in his arms.

"..." Qingming's whole body became stiff.

With Boya's hug, everyone's eyes were focused on this side.

They were already full of curiosity about Qingming who came from another world. Seeing Boya's actions at this moment, they naturally stared at him intently, for fear of missing something.

This legendary onmyoji was able to search for Mr. Boya across the boundaries of time and space. Could it be that these two are...

Different from the charming thoughts of the monsters, the reaction of Touken Fusangshen was much more straightforward, with a bit of a weird expression—they inevitably thought of the dumbfounding hug when they got it, I don't know what amazing words Boya will say this time.

Of course Qingming noticed other people's gazes, but he didn't intend to explain anything. He looked at Boya's handsome face close at hand, and a dark streamer flashed in his dark golden eyes.

"It's really great that you can come here, Seimei. Although I haven't remembered the past, as long as I see you, I will be full of joy!"

Boya, who was even more arrogant after drinking, patted Qingming's back vigorously to express his joy, but the heavy blunt sound made people wonder whether the thin-looking Onmyoji would be killed He shot out a broken bone.

Before the joy in Qingming's eyes had time to emerge, Boya continued to speak inarticulately, "As expected of my best friend!"

"... Boya, you really drank too much." Qingming said helplessly with his mouth twitching, putting his hands on his forehead.

To expect something from this idiot, maybe he was also infected by this idiot.

If you let him go on like this, you don't know what will happen, so Qingming got out of Boya's "embrace" as usual, and said softly, "I'll take you back to rest."

He nodded at Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan and Nuliang Huapiao: "Then let's leave first, don't bother me."

"Then Boya-jun will be handed over to Qingming-jun." Seeing Boya hanging upside down on Qingming's body, Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan didn't know what to think of, and the smile on his face was slightly thicker, but he didn't say anything. What, just ordered the servants to take the two of them to the guest room.

"I didn't drink too much!" Boya protested, but his protest obviously had no effect, and he was forcibly taken away by the seemingly thin Onmyoji.

"Master Qingming, or give me the main bus..." Seeing that the two were about to leave, Yaki Hasebe hurriedly stepped forward, and volunteered.

"No need." Qingming glanced at him indifferently, and helped Boya to leave the banquet.

Obviously it was just a light glance, but Hasebe felt that he saw hell from those dark golden eyes, and he broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and even stopped breathing for a moment.

It wasn't until Qingming helped Boya go away that he gasped for breath as if he had been rescued.

"Hasebe-kun? What's wrong with you?" Yaken Toshiro asked softly after noticing his strangeness.

Press cut Hasebe shook his head.

This legendary great onmyoji... is far from being as gentle and harmless as he appears.

Keimaru naturally saw his expression, and couldn't help showing a bit of sarcasm on his face.Now that Boya has already left, there is no need for them to stay here, so they drag Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro to leave the banquet.

Mikazuki Zongjin looked thoughtfully at the back of the two of them leaving, and the crescent moon hidden in his eyes shone brightly.

The moonlight fell into the room sparsely, casting an ambiguous gleam on the dark night.

"Qingming..." The silver-haired young man who was thrown on the bed called out unconsciously, uttering a drunken raving: "I still want to drink..."

Standing beside the bed, Qingming didn't make a sound, but looked at the young man in front of him with extremely complicated eyes.

If anyone appeared here, they would probably be terrified by such "Abe Seimei"—the malice in his eyes was even worse than that of Abe Seimei bred by the feathered fox.

His eyes were full of distorted and persistent feelings, as if he wanted to use such eyes to completely devour the young man lying on the bed.

Under the hazy moonlight, even the breath seemed to have become a little ambiguous, and some evil thoughts hidden in the bottom of my heart, just about to move, crept up silently.

Boya.

Source Boya.

He exhausted all means and finally found Boya's location.

Those fears in the depths of the dream soul in the middle of the night finally eased a little at this moment when they were lost and recovered, but turned into more persistent emotions.

Qingming couldn't help reaching out to Boya on the bed, and stroked Boya's wine-stained lips.

What he felt under his fingertips was as soft as he had imagined. Qingming's eyes darkened, and he squeezed a little harder.

"Well……"

This kind of behavior seemed to make the half-drunk and half-awake silver-haired young man feel a little uncomfortable. Just as Qingming was about to withdraw his hand, the other party opened his mouth slightly, and took the finger that was pressing on his lips into his mouth.

The soft tongue licked the jade-like fingertips, and then took a light bite—as if realizing that it was not something delicious, he smacked his lips and let go of the foreign object that stuck into his mouth.

Qingming only felt a scalp-numbing pleasure from the fingertips he had licked all the way to his whole body, becoming as numb as the place where he had been bitten.

Boya, who didn't know what he had done, mumbled something and turned over.

Qingming's hand stayed in place for a while, and finally withdrew it quickly, and closed his eyes fiercely, as if he wanted to use this action to suppress the evil thoughts that had completely surfaced.

Take him for yourself.

Let him only have you in his eyes. In this way, he will never be able to leave your side again.

Seimei heard a seductive voice speak in his mind, trying to lure him into the dark abyss.

This bait was so delicious that even Seimei couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.

It's just—he can't do it yet.

According to Boya's personality, if he did this, not only would he not be able to get him, but he might even lose this "friend" completely.

He took a deep look at the silver-haired young man with his back facing him on the bed, and left the room before he could not control his delusions.

***

"It hurts, it hurts..." Boya held his head in his hands, moaning and groaning in a weak voice.

"Patriarch, you really drank too much wine last night!" Kagemaru poured Boya down a bowl of hangover soup sent by Nuliang Huapiao. , Every time you have to fight with people for three hundred cups, and you won’t return if you don’t get drunk, I really don’t know what you think, Patriarch!”

"I'll pay attention next time, Xiwan, you don't want to talk about it..." Boya felt more headache and begged for mercy after being yelled at by Xiwan's mother-in-law for a long time.

"I always feel that such a guarantee has no credibility." Yamabuchi Kunihiro whispered on the side, dismantling Boya without any face.

"Where is Seimei? Why is no one there?" Unexpectedly, even the well-behaved Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro would not be on his side, Boya forcibly changed the subject, "Where are the others?"

"Master Seimei returned to his room after sending the Patriarch back last night. I haven't seen him this morning." Although he knew that Boya was changing the subject, Kagemaru answered Boya's question: "What other people say?" ... They are all waiting outside, waiting for the Patriarch to follow them back to Honmaru."

Speaking of the latter sentence, Keimaru's voice could not help but carry a bit of sarcasm.

"That's just right. When Qingming comes over, let's go!" Boya didn't seem to hear the dissatisfaction in his tone, and made a decision readily.

"Why did the Patriarch follow them back to Honmaru? Those guys..." Knemaru finally couldn't help asking.In his opinion, those Sword Fusangshen had no good intentions at all, and Boya still wanted to go back, so he couldn't understand the significance of Boya's move.

"..." Hearing them talking about this topic, Yamabuki Kunihiro pulled the white cloth on his head, feeling that he had no say in this matter.

After all, he used to be one of those bad guys.

"If we stay in this world all the time, I'm afraid it will be like before, attracting time-retrospective troops and non-violators?"

Yamabuki Kunihiro nodded, agreeing with Boya's guess.

They are people who do not belong to this world. If they stay here all the time, even if they try to avoid interacting with others, they will change certain trends in this world invisibly. A big figure like Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan is entangled.

"Also, Seimei said that his magic circle can't be used again for a short time. If that's the case, it's better to go back to Honmaru temporarily and make another plan." Having said this, Boya showed a big smile on his face.

He moved his fingers and made a clicking sound, and the smile on his face made people feel creepy no matter what.

"The guy who deceived me casually, he should teach him some lessons!"