The hunted Yuan Boya [Comprehensive]

The pink smoke gradually dissipated, and the man who appeared in front of the two had obviously just woken up, his eyes were still full of tiredness, his dark red pupils were full of water vapor, and he looked around casually.

"It's the Ten Years Later Bazooka." The man in black pajamas yawned, noticed the Ten Years Later Bazooka at his feet, and finally understood why he suddenly shifted from the bed.

"Are you... Mr. Yuan?" Takashi Natsume blurted out.

After asking the export, I feel that this question is really a bit stupid.

Because the man in front of him obviously looks exactly like the silver-haired young man who was here just now.However, the temperament condensed around this man is slightly different from the Mr. Yuan he is familiar with.

If Mr. Yuan is burning like a flame, full of vitality, it will make people feel very warm from the bottom of their hearts, but the man in front of him has become restrained and dangerous, as if he will be overwhelmed by the hot flame if he gets closer. All burned.

"Hey, isn't this Natsume?" The man shouted in a familiar tone, and after a brief greeting, the man's eyes rested on another person in the room.

There was a lot of interest in the dark red eyes, and a sharp smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said in a deep and hoarse voice: "And—the ten-year Qingming."

After a brief greeting with Natsume Takashi, Boya set up a barrier between the two to completely isolate the prying eyes of the outside world, and then called out the name "Seimei".

The onmyoji who was kneeling on the spot looked at him calmly.

His posture is as elegant as an orchid, and no one can find any flaws in his perfect posture. Even just looking at him, you have to be attracted by his posture, and sigh how there is such a perfect person in this world.

And the man is obviously used to such beauty.

In other words, after being deceived countless times by such beauties, if you can no longer see the turbulent waves suppressed under that calm posture, then it is really a failure.

"That thing is a rocket launcher ten years later, which can briefly exchange the time between the present person and the person ten years later." Ten years later, Boya curled his lips and explained the current situation to Qingming, "So , The me in front of you now is from Yuan Boya ten years later—although the timing of the exchange seems a bit unfavorable."

But thinking about the situation he had to encounter ten years ago, Boya suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was not so difficult to deal with.

I hope that my ten-year-old self will not be frightened.

But he is very clear about where this onmyoji named "Abe Seimei" has a trap.

"Yuan Boya ten years later...?" Qingming's eyes were full of emotions, and an indelible obsession surged out from the depths of his heart, making the dark golden pupils appear a bit pure black.

"Don't show such a scary expression, Qingming." Ten years later, Boya smiled and walked to Qingming's side. "Such an expression doesn't suit you."

He didn't sit down next to Qingming, but instead stood in this posture, looking down at the white-haired Onmyoji, taking in all the emotions rolling in his eyes.

"Then Boya thinks—no, what does the 'Abe Seimei' that Boya is familiar with look like?"

"Well, the Seimei I'm familiar with..." Ten years later, Boya stretched out a hand and clasped Seimei's jaw in a very domineering manner, forcing him to raise his head to meet his gaze.

There was a smile of unknown meaning on his lips, even Seimei couldn't see what kind of meaning this smile represented, but such an overly intimate gesture finally made the Onmyoji notice the marks on the silver-haired man's neck.

Qingming's pupils narrowed severely.

"The Seimei I'm familiar with—" Boya repeated ten years later with a smile.

He obviously noticed Qingming's gaze, and also felt the momentary oppressive atmosphere in the air, but this kind of pressure did not make him feel uncomfortable, and he didn't mean to explain anything, he just said it in a helpless tone Said: "Probably a hopeless fool."

"Varied……"

bang——

Pink smoke exploded in the room.

Boya was choked by the smoke and coughed. He tried to disperse the smoke with his hands, but he froze when he touched the soft fabric.

He looked down and found that he was sitting on a big bed with an obvious modern style at this moment.

what happened

Isn't he upstairs at Natsume's house? Why did he suddenly come to bed?

And here...it doesn't look like Natsume's house no matter what!Where did Sunny go again?

All kinds of questions filled his mind, Boya scratched his hair, and the slight pain reminded him that all this before him was not a dream, but real.

He remembered that he was just hit by something from that child, and how he came to such a completely strange place all of a sudden was a bit too inconceivable.

Just when Boya was at a loss, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The person who pushed the door and entered had beautiful long white hair, which was dripping with drops of water. There was a thick towel on his head, a bathrobe was casually draped over his body, and his head was not on his head. He walked in.

"Bo Ya, let me brush my hair." He walked over very naturally with a very familiar gesture, and said in a natural tone.

"Qing, Qingming!" Boya stared blankly at the man who walked in.

The first time the man came in, Boya felt that the guy in front of him looked familiar, and after listening to his words, he still couldn't tell the identity of the guy in front of him

"What's the matter?" Boya's words made Qingming look up in doubt, and when he saw the very cramped appearance of the person in front of him, he showed a smile with no meaning: "Ah, isn't this Boya from ten years ago—— Rambo's ten years later bazooka did a good job!"

"You are really Qingming." Boya looked at the man in front of him with weird eyes.

Obviously the appearance is exactly the same as the Seimei he knows, but his intimate and familiar tone and posture are really far from the reserved and self-respecting Abe Seimei he knows.

"It's not the same as Seimei you are familiar with, it's Seimei Abe from 'ten years later'." Seimei ten years later said in a leisurely tone. "Looking at the time, Boya should have been hit by a bazooka ten years later when he met Lanbo for the first time, so he came here."

The condensed water vapor made his elegant appearance smudged with a bit of beauty, and the corners of his eyes turned a little red, and he looked at him with a half-smile, which obviously looked exactly like the Qingming he knew, but it was so plain. After coming out, Boya felt a little restless.

"Yes!" Boya replied quickly, as if this could cover up the strangeness in his heart, "It's all because of that strange kid! What's going on here, how can I go back?"

"Bo Ya seems to be very afraid of staying with me." Qingming said in a slightly hurt tone. "Do I look so much like a tiger or a beast? Or, Boya no longer regards me as—a close friend?"

At the end, there was a smile in his voice again.

"I, I didn't!" Boya quickly vetoed.He looked at the white-haired onmyoji who could be described as untidy in front of him, and said with some hesitation: "I just feel that Qingming in front of me... seems strange."

"Weird." Qingming raised his eyebrows.

"...It's the kind of weirdness that you can't laugh and say Qingming is your best friend for some reason!" Boya scratched his hair and said in a broken voice.

Such words sounded a bit strange, but Boya thought so in his heart.

If he said words like "best friend" without any scruples like before, it might cause serious things to happen—probably similar emotions are the reason why Boya is struggling now.

"Bo Ya is dull in some places, but in other places, he is so keen that he doesn't know what to say." Ten years later, Qingming laughed deeply.

You can feel such a difference in just a few words, should you say that it is Boya?

He used a spell to dry his hair, and sighed regretfully: "I thought I could enjoy the feeling of being served by Boya, but it seems that I have no chance."

Boya, who didn't know how to answer this question, scratched his head in embarrassment, "Hey, Seimei, what's going on here? Why did I appear here?"

"The one that Lan Bo got is a ten-year-old bazooka, which can briefly exchange the current person with the person who will be ten years later for 5 minutes. That's why Boya appeared here." Qingming answered his inner doubts.

"After those 5 minutes, I can go back to the original time." Hearing what he said, Boya breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

For some reason, he felt that the ten-year-old Qingming in front of him gave him an indescribable sense of oppression, as if he would be swallowed alive by him in the next second.

This kind of cognition made Boya feel restless, but he couldn't help but be attracted by such Qingming.

What will he and Qingming get along with each other ten years later?

Such questions popped up uncontrollably.

"Is Boya interested in this?" Seimei ten years later asked with great interest.

"Ah" Boya looked at him blankly.

"Didn't Boya just say that he wants to know what the relationship between Boya and 'Qingming' will look like in ten years?" Qingming repeated patiently.

Boya blushed, he never thought that he just unconsciously said what was in his heart!

This is really embarrassing!And it's embarrassing to throw in front of Qingming ten years later!

"Since Boya wants to know, it doesn't matter if I tell you." Boya's reaction made the smile on the corner of Qingming's mouth grow stronger, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with a fox-like sly smile.

The ten-year Boya is so cute, so cute that he envies himself ten years ago, not like the Boya around him now, it’s not easy to cheat at all, it’s not fun at all

In this case, it should be regarded as an assist for myself ten years ago.What's more, he can probably guess what Boya, who was exchanged for a short time, will do to Qingming in ten years.

He walked slowly in front of Boya—this action made the silver-haired youth inexplicably more nervous, but he was stubborn and refused to show such weakness, and looked at the person in front of him with fearless eyes.

"Boya..." Qingming suddenly lowered her voice, as if there were countless deep and meaningful emotions hidden in her deep voice.

This kind of Seimei made Boya feel like a prey to be hunted by the hunter, with nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide.

Ten years later, what the hell is Qingming going to... say!

He squeezed his palm tightly, not knowing whether he wanted to know the answer to this question, or it was better not to know.

"Time is limited, it's too troublesome to explain, let's express it directly with actions."

Before he finished speaking, he leaned over to the young man sitting by the bed, and the brief contact was instant.

After a short period of hesitation, the silver-haired young man widened his eyes in surprise, and pointed at the man in front of him with a triumphant smile in disbelief: "Qingming, you—"

A white light flashed before his eyes, and he closed his eyes reflexively. When he opened them again, the onmyoji in front of him showed a puzzled expression, and asked softly, "What's wrong, Boya?"

It's 5 minutes.