Desperate to meet a dog

Without the entrenched figure of the giant octopus, Luna's clean residence appeared in front of the big tengu.This place is surprisingly empty, surrounded by gorgeous indigo-purple colors, like a fantasy presented by Huang.

The big tengu who walked around immediately realized that the illusion of his god is equivalent to presenting his own house in front of others without reservation anytime and anywhere.Feeling the love of his own god, Ootengu found a chessboard in the residence. He remembered the conversation between Huang and Yan Mo, and before he asked any questions, he heard Huang confess: "This is my only pleasure. I used to use it with me. Brothers played chess, but he didn't seem to like this kind of quiet activity, and he never came again."

"My lord, are you talking about Suzhan Wuzun?"

"That's right, unfortunately, it's been a long time. He took out the Amacongun sword and dedicated it to his sister when he defeated Yamata no Orochi. Later, when he heard that my sister gave me the sword, he got angry and refused to come to see me at all. .”

It turns out that there will be troubles and conflicts in the relationship between the gods.Big Tengu sighed silently in his heart, and saw Huang sitting down on one side of the chessboard, beckoning to Big Tengu with great interest and saying, "Let's play a game."

Big Tengu knelt down obediently and played against Huang with black pieces. He said humbly, "My lord, I'm not very good at chess. I hope I won't spoil my lord's pleasure."

"Aren't you good at chess..." Huang muttered, "Then why don't you make a bet to stimulate your chess skills?"

How can a bet stimulate chess skills!Big Tengu looked at Huang's smile and asked inexplicably, "My lord, what do you want to bet?"

"I miss your flute. If you lose, play a song for me." Huang Luo said, "Don't just play casually because there is no pressure in the bet. I will temporarily increase the requirements."

"Yes, I will treat it with all my heart." Ootengu's straightforward speech is not fake, and he can feel his seriousness. As long as it is something Huang said, he will complete it wholeheartedly, even if it is just such a small thing as playing chess and having fun.However... Huang realized that Otengu's chess skills really needed to be improved, and soon the situation turned to his side, and not long after, Otengu abandoned his son and gave up.

"My lord, I lost, and I will play for you."

"Wait—" Huang stopped him, and beckoned the big tengu to come over to his side. The big tengu sat there without any distractions, kneeling straight.Seeing his calm and pure eyes, Huang suddenly had the illusion that he was bullying an honest person.

"My lord, what else do you need, just ask." Big Tengu asked bluntly.

"Just sit and play like this." Huang said, throwing away the sudden sense of guilt, lying down and resting his head on the big tengu's lap.The big tengu's leg muscles stiffened, and his head was buzzing, replaying what Huang said just now: just play like this...just play like this... how can you concentrate on playing like this!

The big tengu didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to lower his head, because as soon as he lowered his gaze, he could see the face of the god close at hand. The big tengu blushed and lowered his hands uncomfortably. Why didn't he notice it when he didn't remember before, the god His face made him so... a little deer bumping around?

The big tengu was embarrassed for a while, lying on his knees and "not aware of it", he looked up: "What's wrong? Why didn't you start? No flute?"

The words of the flute can be transformed at any time... Datengu conjured up a flute and pinched it under his fingertips. He closed his eyes, tried to ignore the weight on his knees, put his lips on the bamboo flute lightly, and began to play.The first part of the melody trembled a little, revealing the tension of the player. After several notes, the clear tone of the flute stabilized and became one with the world at the bottom of the lake.

Huang Xiaoer, humming softly to his beat, Daitengu still put aside the previous anxiety and played steadily and beautifully.At the end of the song, Datengu opened his eyes and put down the bamboo flute. His head resting on his knees did not move, and there was no echoing singing. He lowered his head boldly, and only heard the sound of steady breathing.

God, is this... a rest?

Datengu's nerves relaxed, he changed the bamboo flute away, and put his hands on his sides in a daze, he looked at the god who was sleeping peacefully with his back to him, he raised his hand carefully, and deliberately raised his sleeves to avoid rustling The rustling sound woke up the god, but he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the long black hair of the god.

Just touching it should not be blamed by the gods, right?Just thinking about this, Ootengu's hand has already touched Huang's soft and smooth hair, the feel is completely different from his firm appearance, Ootengu carefully pays attention to Ao's breathing, and boldly touches it again after not noticing anything unusual, Just when his mind started to soar, a sudden electronic bell rang, and he suddenly raised his hand, pretending to put it behind his back.

Huang, who was resting on his knee, moved, turned around and took out the phone: "Ah, I didn't expect to receive a signal here." In another space, the phone was still ringing stubbornly, and Huang muttered He picked up the phone, "...Minister, I'm fine, I'm fine...Is it? Yes, you can come over anytime...Okay, goodbye."

Huang hung up the phone and looked up at Ootengu.The big tengu is still not used to staring at the gods from this angle, not to mention that he just made some sneaky moves.He tried his best to put on a normal attitude to ask questions, but the flushed ears and cheeks immediately betrayed his mood.

"My lord, is this a call from Yimulian?"

"Well, that's right, he and Qing Xingdeng are going to come over, alas, a rare rest time."

Seeing Huang rubbing the center of his eyebrows, Datengu unconsciously untied the hand behind his back to smooth the mark between his eyebrows. When he hadn't done it for a long time, Huang stopped his movements and asked strangely: "Just now you Didn't you touch my hair before, why are you suddenly timid now?"

Adults already found out? !The big tengu blushed and couldn't look directly at Huang's face, but still tremblingly put his hand on Huang's temple and gently pressed it. Seeing his shy and concerned behavior, Huang raised the corner of his mouth and turned his face again. body, with his face leaning against the belly of the big tengu, and reaching out to wrap his arms around his waist.

"Big, big..."

"Let me hug you for a while." Huang rubbed against his body, and his voice came up muffled, "The minister will wake me up when he arrives."

"Yes, yes, my lord..." The big tengu sat on pins and needles, obediently facing the knee pillow, and did not move when his legs were numb.

The Yatengu squad hovering above Lake Biwa and refusing to leave saw Ichimokuren and Ao Xingdeng, and they chirped and called, and their voices were transmitted to Daitengu through the demon power.Big Tengu raised his head and looked up as if feeling something, then gently pushed Tui Huang's shoulder and said, "My lord, the minister is here."

Luan reluctantly let go of the big tengu's waist, finally left his knees and sat up, he stroked the big tengu's head and said with a smile: "Thank you, let's play chess next time, let's change the bet."

Do you still want to play chess?Datengu, who straightened his legs just now, knelt back with a plop, what should he do, should he improve his chess skills?For example, if he wins... what can adults do?The big tengu suddenly shook his head and discarded that dangerous thought, he tapped his somewhat numb legs, and followed closely behind Huang.

Without Huang's permission, no one can enter his residence, not even the old Fengshen.Yimulian and Qingxingdeng stood on the top of the torii gate and waited for a while. Suddenly, the water below the torii gate fluctuated with unusual ripples, and the two monsters fell into the water and dived to their destination.

Huang had been waiting for a long time, he stepped forward and said, "Welcome to visit my residence, both of you."

Qing Xingdeng looked around and said in surprise, "Master Luna, do you live here? It seems..." It doesn't match the identity of a god.

Huang said disapprovingly: "It's just a place to stay, and I have been in this world for more than 20 years, and many things made with mana have disappeared, so please bear with me. By the way, what are you two coming here for?"

"It's Tong." Yimu Lian pushed his glasses and said helplessly, "Tong didn't wake up."

Tong can't wake up?Huang and Ootengu looked at each other and asked, "What's going on?"

Qing Xingdeng cleared his throat and said, "Let me explain. The thing is this. Before Qingming died, he asked me to choose a qualified heir for him to inherit the secret technique he left behind. But after a thousand years, I have been I searched but there was still no suitable candidate, although there were many children who came to me on their own initiative, but each of them was motivated by interests, and only wanted to use the power of their ancestors to do things for themselves, until I saw Abetong."

Yimu connected and said: "Qing Xingdeng talked with me. Although Tong is not a direct descendant, it is rare to know how to respect ghosts, and he will not take it for granted to subdue ghosts as shikigami."

"Yes, Tong and Qingming have similar temperaments, but in terms of talent... I have been hesitating because of this," Qing Xingdeng said with a sigh, "A talented person who is proud of his talent is not a suitable candidate, and a person with a likable personality and lack of talent , it’s really hard to choose.”

After listening to Huang, he asked back: "Could it be that this time in order to save Tong, are you planning to use Abe Seimei's power?"

Qing Xingdeng nodded and said: "That's right, this kid's temperament is still too rare, I can't guarantee that I will meet someone like him in the future, so I tried to guide Qingming's karma to him, but... ...he declined."

"What do you mean?" Huang raised his eyebrows, "Did Qingming's collateral descendants reject the power bestowed by their ancestors?"

"That's right, I'm also a little puzzled about this point. I don't know if it's a problem with the link, or Tong's bloodline... No matter what the reason is, if it continues to delay, I'm worried that Tong will not be able to survive." Qing Xingdeng said with a wry smile , "I'm really worried that the ghost messenger will suddenly appear in the mansion to take away his soul."

"I see...but how can I help?"

Qing Xingdeng said: "I still have one last way to turn a dead horse into a living horse doctor, but I don't know if it will succeed..."

"What is it?"

"My lord, do you know Tamamo-mae?"

The author has something to say: I want to open a new chapter for Master Yuzao _(:з」∠)_