[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

After a few hot days, a rain brought the temperature down.

The cool and humid weather was perfect for sleeping, and Yimulian stayed in bed for the first time, and only asked the little monsters to make breakfast for the little fox.

The little monsters serving at home can cook some simple food, cooking porridge is fine, sometimes Yi Mu Lian is too lazy to go to the kitchen and let them cook, most of the time he or Huang cooks.

But it's raining today, so Ara and Tengu won't come.

Comfortably lying in bed until before lunch, Yimulian got up to make lunch, and went back to the bedroom after lunch.

Because it was a cloudy and rainy day, even though it was already noon, the sky was a little dark, coupled with the cool temperature, it made people feel sleepy while sitting.

Yimulian was originally sitting and reading, but after reading for a while, he couldn't help but lie down, and then changed to lying on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows and continuing to read.

The little demon fox is quite energetic, sitting by the door and watching the rain outside, sometimes a swallow flying past in the rain can make him open his eyes wide in amazement.

Julong Xiaowu coiled around the little demon fox, circled him, and watched the rain with him, and occasionally snorted, blowing down the bristling hairs on the little demon fox's head, even blowing the big fox's ears down .

The little demon fox lowered its ears, patted the orange dragon lightly, and said to it seriously: "Xiao Wu, don't make trouble."

The orange dragon patted its tail, lowered its head and arched his face.

The little demon fox was staggered by it, fell on the dragon, laughed and played for a while before it stopped, and continued to watch the rain.

A gust of wind blew over, mixed with cool water vapor, and the small fluff on the little demon fox's ears quickly condensed fine water droplets.He shook his ears, turned around and shouted, "Lian Jiang~ are you cold?"

Yimulian lay on the quilt reading a book, shook his head: "It's not cold."

The little demon fox stared at him for a while, stood up holding the dragon's paw, ran over, grabbed a corner of the quilt, and tried to pull the quilt out to cover Yimulian's body.

However, the quilt was pressed by Yimulian, and he was weak and weak, so he pulled the quilt for a long time without moving.

Yimulian smiled and stretched out his arms to bring him to the front: "I really don't feel cold, I don't need to cover myself with a quilt. Is Fluffy going to take a nap?"

"Not sleepy." The little demon fox was hanging in his arms, with two small hands on his arms, lying on his stomach for a while, then turned over and lay on his back, reaching out to grab a bunch of hair that was hanging down.

He didn't really grab it, but opened his white and tender hands to scratch the hair, the cool hair slipped through his fingers, and it felt good to the touch.

After playing for a while, he flicked his tail and turned into a chubby little fox. He climbed up Yimulian's shoulders to his neck, stepped on his shoulders, and lay down on his head with his two little paws. Hold the corners of Yimulian on the left and right respectively, and put your head in the middle of the two corners.

"Lianjiang~ Am I heavy?" The little fox lay on Yimulian's head and looked like a big furry hat, with its tail hanging on his back and patted it gently.

"It's not heavy, Fluffy is still very small." Yimulian was holding the little fox on his head, not moving for fear of accidentally shaking the little fox, "Be careful, don't fall."

"Yeah!" The little fox squinted her eyes and shook her ears, and swept her tail more cheerfully.

He lay on Ichimolian's head for a while, then raised his head and gnawed on the dark horns, where the small deciduous teeth were grinding back and forth.

Yimulian continued to read the book, letting the little fox climb up and down like a mountain.

Taking a few bites from Yimulian's horns as a molar stick, the little fox stretched out its two front paws, turned around and tried to climb down, but accidentally tripped its left paw with its right paw, and the whole fox rolled along Yimulian's back. down.

Yimulian was lying prone on the quilt and propping up his upper body with his elbows. From his shoulders to his waist, there was a smooth and ups and downs arc, and when he reached his waist, he sank deeply, and stopped abruptly. The little fox rolled from his shoulders to his back, dizzy with his belly up After a while, I got up and shook my head, suddenly feeling like it was very fun.

So he stepped on Yimulian's back with his small paws and climbed up, and then lay down on his shoulders and neck, then turned over and rolled down his back.

Yimulian smiled lightly.The little fox climbed up and down his back like this, and he felt quite comfortable, as if giving him a massage.

The little fox was going crazy, climbing up and down and rolling around, the little pads trampled Yimulian's clothes into a mess.

It took a while for the little fox to feel a little tired, panting, jumped off Yimulian's back, burrowed into his chest, wagged its tail and rubbed it back and forth, "Lian Jiang~ Mao Mao is messed up, I want to Comb!"

This ball of soft and warm fur acted like a baby in his arms, and his heart melted at the sight of being rubbed. He sat up holding the little fox, took out a small comb from the pillow, and combed his fur.

Comb the little fox's head all the way down to the root of the tail. The fluffy and snow-white fox fur is combed brightly and softly. The little fox stretched his limbs and lay on Yimu Lianleg, spreading himself like a blanket, squinting his eyes and opening his mouth wide. Yawning, the paws stretched forward opened into small plum blossoms.

Yimulian gently combed the little fox's fur, and suddenly found a bunch of fiery red fluff growing on his forehead, and rubbed it gently with his fingers, "Eh? The fluffy demon lines have started to grow."

The little fox patted its tail lightly, snorted contentedly, drowsily wanting to sleep, and couldn't hear what Yimulian was saying clearly.

Soon the little fox fell asleep, Yimulian stopped combing him, and gently stroked the soft fox fur.

The sky was getting darker, and the rain stopped and fell, and it didn't really stop until evening.

The little fox slept for a whole afternoon, and when he woke up, his head was still dazed, lying on his side in the warm blanket, stretching his paws vigorously, "Even... 噫?!!"

He suddenly found a round, fluffy ball next to his belly. The soft fluff was white, but it was not the same white as his fox fur. It was more silvery white. Looking closely, it was a baby bird. The small bird's beak is gray, and there is a black hair on the forehead.

The little fox leaned over and sniffed, tilted his head, "Dog?"