[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

This was the first time for the little fox to see the prototype of the little tengu, and he blinked and slowly got up.

The fluffy ball dozing off next to his belly didn't wake up, its head tilted and motionless, and its small furry chest rose and fell slowly.The little fox's soft meat pad stepped on the tatami without making a sound. It circled around the plush ball, lowered its head and stared at the chubby bird cub.

It turns out that a dog is not a dog... The little fox raised the tip of its tail, put its little black nose on the little bird's head and sniffed, then suddenly opened its mouth wide, and slowly put the furball into its mouth...

"Chirp???!!!!!!"

Shouts of panic suddenly resounded throughout the mansion, Yimulian and Huang who were drinking tea in the tea room threw away their cups, quickly ran to the bedroom, and opened the door with a swipe: "What's wrong?"

The little fox in the bedroom raised its head subconsciously, with a round fluffy ball still in its mouth, a small piece of wing tip protruding from both sides of the mouth, flapping non-stop, and the two black bird claws exposed outside the fox's mouth were kicking hard. Struggling, chirping and chirping non-stop.

"Hey, fluffy, it's not for food!" Yimulian hurriedly dug out the little bird from the fox's mouth, stuffed it into Huang's hands, and then pinched the fox's ear tip to reprimand him, "How can you eat indiscriminately?! "

The little fox shook its tail, with one ear hanging down, and the other could only stand up because of Yimulian's pinching, with one ear raised and the other lowered, with an innocent and well-behaved appearance, "I didn't want to eat him... just bite him..."

"Han can't do it either!" Yimulian reprimanded gently, suddenly felt that the fox ears pinched by his fingertips felt good, so he put his hands together, grabbed the little fox's big ears in his hands, rubbed them, "again It’s not that you can’t smell it, it’s Xiaotian, what are you doing with him in your mouth?”

The little fox was rubbed by him and hummed, squinted his eyes and lay down directly, his tail swept back and forth on the tatami, as if it was about to melt into a puddle of foxes.

Yimulian pursed his lips and laughed, rubbing the little fox's ears helplessly.

The little tengu who escaped from the fox's mouth has transformed from a fluffy bird dumpling into a beautiful and delicate little Zhengtai, sitting upright in front of Huang, asking Huang to put a mask on him and put it on his head obliquely.

In fact, he wasn't frightened much just now, it was just that when he woke up and opened his eyes, it was dark and wet, he was a little startled, nothing happened.Seeing the little fox slumped on the tatami mat enjoying the smooth fur, he suddenly remembered something and jumped up to pull Huang's skirt.

"Huangjiang, fan, fan!"

The little tengu almost got into Huang's clothes, and the old god Huang was there, so he didn't push him away, and slowly took out two small fans from the wide sleeves.

Little Tengu's eyes lit up, and he immediately let go of Huang's lapel to grab the fan, but Huang suddenly raised his hand, and he missed it.

Even if he was kneeling, Huang was taller than the little Tengu, and his arms were longer, so he just knelt and raised the fan, the little Tengu couldn't grab the fan after jumping around for a long time, and suddenly panicked .

"Huang-chan!" The little tengu stepped on Huang's thigh, held his head with one hand to stabilize himself, stretched out his short arms and tried to grab the fan, but still couldn't grab it, "Huang-chan! fan!"

"If you can get it, it's yours." Huang calmly switched the two small fans to the other hand, his smooth long hair was messed up by the little tengu, and he didn't change his face.

The little tengu dangled on Huang's arm for a while, its fluffy little wings were about to explode in anger, and couldn't take a look at it anymore, so it went over and grabbed Huang's wrist and took the fan away.

"Huang, you are really..." Yimulian smiled and pointed at Huang with his finger, shook his head, and gave the two delicate and small fans to Xiaotiangu, "Here, Xiaotian is not angry."

The little tengu viciously bit Huang's shoulder aww, but his teeth were hurt by his strong muscles. He covered his mouth with a murmur, then threw himself down to Yimulian and hugged his leg with tears in his eyes. Vaguely said: "Thank you, Lian Jiang!"

He took the small fan, and leaned close to the little fox, and put two fans in front of him like offering treasures, "Fox~ This is a fan made by Huangjiang and me, which one do you want?"

The two fans are very small, and it is obvious that they are for children to play with. One is a round fan with a "sacrifice" written on the fan with a silver hook drawn on iron, and the other is a folding fan. It is not opened, and the fan does not know what it is.

The little fox looked at this and that, thought for a while, and raised a paw to press on the folding fan.

"Oh, then I want this." The little tengu was very understanding, gave the folding fan to the little fox, took the ball fan himself, then grabbed one of the little fox's paws, pinched the pad, "The fox is so beautiful! "

The little fox who was about to retract his paws was immediately happy when he heard it, and shook his head and shook his ears.That is, I am beautiful.

Seeing the two of them playing well, he told the little fox not to pick up the little tengu again, then walked out of the bedroom with Huang, and continued drinking tea and the interrupted topic just now.

Before being interrupted by the screaming of the little tengu, the two of them were discussing the culture class test of the two children.

Although you are a monster, you have to be a cultural monster, and the exam is still very necessary!

Yimulian and Huang returned to the tea room and continued to discuss how to write the question.

Huang wanted to come up with more difficult questions, but Yimulian was worried that if the questions were too difficult, the two little guys would go crazy, and they would cry if they failed the exam, so he revised the questions that Huang had prepared.

"This question is too difficult, the two of them probably won't be able to answer it, let's change to another one..." Yimulian dipped a brush in cinnabar, and drew circles on the paper, "Well...it's almost there, look at this Is the topic okay?"

Handing the revised topic back to Huang, Yimulian stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Huang took the paper and was about to read it, when he heard laughter, he raised his head to look at Yimulian who suddenly laughed, his eyes were puzzled: "Huh?"

"I didn't notice just now, your hair is still messy, and Xiaotian's feathers are still on your head." Yimulian leaned over, and stretched out his hand towards Huang's head, "Come here."

Huang lowered his head cooperatively and placed his head under his hand, then returned his eyes to the paper, checking the questions, "It's summer now, he tends to shed hair easily."

"It's the same with Fluffy in our family. Every time we brush him in summer, he will get a lot of fluff." Yimu Lian said as he helped him remove the silvery fluffy little feathers from his hair, "I have saved a lot of fluffy. Fox fur, although the gloss is not as good as those on his body, it's still pretty good, if I save a little more, I'll make a fur ball for the two of them... Well, okay, let's comb the hair."

"It doesn't matter if you don't comb it." Huang casually grabbed his long black hair, and the soft and shiny hair poured down from his fingertips, and fell to his shoulders in strands.

Glancing at him with helplessness in his eyes, he simply stood up and walked behind him, took out the small comb that he carried with him, and helped him comb his hair, "Such beautiful hair, if you don't comb it, it will be ruined."

Huang didn't speak, closed his eyes, pursed his thin lips lightly, showing a shallow and soft smile.