[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

At noon in summer, the bright sun dazzles people dizzily.

The little demon fox came out of the house yawning, holding a large bouquet of Sophora japonica flowers in his arms, walking staggeringly, as if he was about to fall to the ground and roll up in a second.

He took a bite of the Sophora japonica flower, and suddenly saw Huang sitting under the eaves, not knowing what he was doing, so he walked over immediately, and asked, "Huanjiang~ what are you doing?"

"Make a new mask for Gouzi." Without turning back, Huang continued to fiddle with the things in his hand, "It turned out that he accidentally stepped on that one."

The little demon fox said "Oh~" and lay beside him to watch him varnish the newly made mask, wagging his tail slowly, and occasionally stuffing him with a flower of Sophora japonica, "Huangjiang~ I want a mask too!"

"Okay." Huang agreed, brushed the last corner of the mask with varnish and put it aside to dry, wiped his hands, turned around and put his palm on the little demon fox's face, and measured the size of his face with his hand.

The little demon fox's face plate is quite small, a little smaller than the little tengu's, with pouty cheeks, always smiling, very pleasing.

Huang slapped his palm on that face, and the little demon fox couldn't help but squeeze into his palm—this is also the habit of the little demon fox, who likes to be next to people who are close to him.

"You go to take a nap first." Huang picked him up and helped him pull the hem of his clothes. "The mask will be ready when you wake up."

"Okay~" The little demon fox responded obediently, stuffed all the Sophora japonica flowers in his hand to Huang, and ran to the bedroom.

With a locust flower in his mouth, Huang found a suitable piece of agarwood, and started a new round of mask making.

He has made many masks for the little tengu, and he is very skilled. He cut the wood into a rough mask shape in a few strokes, and the next refinement is much simpler because of the demonic power. It took him almost no time to make it. A mask in the shape of a fox.

Brush by stroke, he painted the mask carefully, and Huang used cinnabar to draw a streak of red around the fox's eyes on the mask, and suddenly remembered that Yimulian's eyes were also tinged with red.

It's not as red as the demon fox's, it's lighter, it's a very gentle and elegant color.

Huang lightly rested the penholder on his chin, lowered his eyebrows, and seemed to be contemplating how to paint the mask, but in fact his thoughts had already gone beyond the clouds.

He remembered that most of the colors on Yimulian's body were quite pale, his lips were pale, his fingertips were also pale, everything on his chest was also light red, maybe everything was pink...

powdery...

"shortage."

The gentle and soft youthful voice brought back Huang Fei's mind in an instant. He raised his head calmly and looked at Yimulian who walked beside him at some point, "Lian."

"Are you making a mask for Fluffy?" Yimulian looked at the fox mask in his hand with a smile, and did not sit down while holding two wine jars in his arms, "It's very hot outside now, let's go inside and make it. "

Let's go inside and do it——this sentence made Huang feel a little confused, but he also knew that there must be no subtext in the bright eyes, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

Yimu Lian smiled, holding the wine jar and walking under the ancient cherry blossom tree in full bloom in the courtyard, and pushed the jar down into the tree hole.

Huang watched his figure walking into the cherry blossom rain, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

All in all, Yimulian has already brewed a lot of jars of wine this summer. At first it was green plum wine, and later it was cherry blossom wine and cherry wine. I don’t usually see how he drinks it, so I don’t know who it is for.

Huang suddenly remembered something, and after Yimulian walked back, he asked: "In a few days, it will be the day of the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts, and this year is also the Qingxing Lantern Organization, do you want to go?"

Yimulian was slightly taken aback, but still shook his head: "I won't go, I don't like going out, just take Rongrong and Xiaotian to play, I'll wait for you to come back here."

Huang nodded and continued to concentrate on making the mask without saying anything.

The time for the Night Tour of the Hundred Ghosts is mostly in July. Some time ago, during the rainy season, it was postponed until now. The Night Tour of the Hundred Ghosts in previous years was just a group of monsters going out for a stroll. In the past two years, there have been Qing Xingdeng and Yan Mo’s leaders. It's a little more interesting.

Now that the world of humans and monsters has been clearly divided, monsters can't find humans to play with, so they have to create their own fun.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

After the sun went down, the temperature dropped significantly and became much cooler.

Huang, who was wearing a dark purple bathrobe, handed a small bundle to Julong, and said solemnly: "Use this to replace Chulian's clothes, and remember to let him wear this set."

The orange dragon nodded to indicate that it was wrapped on it, picked up the bag and flew to the bathroom with a whoosh.

Huang wasn't worried that something might go wrong, the orange dragon was still very reliable, much more reliable than his red dragon.

When Yimulian took a bath and put on the clothes temporarily changed by Julong, he found that it was not the one he usually wore, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought it was a newly bought clothes, but when he went out, there was a The two dragons, one big, two small, neatly lined up, were taken aback.

All ten eyes looked at him in a blink of an eye, and Yimulian almost thought that he forgot to put on his clothes when he came out.

He looked down at himself, his clothes were in good condition, and there was nothing suspicious when he touched his head, he asked in doubt, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Lian Jiang looks good in this dress~" The little demon fox ran over and hugged his calf.

The clothes Huang prepared for Yimulian were not the dark colors he usually wears, but a light color with white and blue, the belt is pure white, printed with faint light green leaf patterns, and the cuffs and skirt are trimmed with green vines , that green color complements his earrings.

Yimulian's appearance was originally youthful, in his early twenties, he would not be any older, and when he put on light-colored clothes, he looked younger, full of innocence and immaturity.

Huang lightly rubbed his fingers covered by his sleeves, and suddenly remembered the feeling of pinching Yimulian's face when he fell asleep.

Slightly cool, soft, and tender as if it could be pinched accidentally.

It really is a young god.

"Lian-chan~Huang-chan said that there will be a night walk of ghosts today." The little demon fox sat in the arms of the young god, rubbing his furry fox ears on his neck, coquettishly, "I haven't even seen it~ Gouzi said it was fun, let's go and play~"

The little tengu next to him nodded quickly, his little head shaking so much that he almost threw off the small mask hanging on the left.

Yimulian smiled, and found that the mask tied to the little demon fox's head was about to be rubbed off, so he stretched out his hand to help him, "I'm not going, just let Huang take you there."

"Lian sauce~~~~"

The little demon fox acted coquettishly, Huang glanced at the little tengu, and raised his chin.

The little tengu understood in seconds, and immediately crawled on Yimulian's body and into his arms.

Yimulian hurriedly supported the little tengu with his other arm, before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a tightness behind his knees, and he leaned back. He was so startled that he subconsciously hugged the two children in his arms, feeling a sense of weightlessness Only later did he realize that it was Huang who hugged him horizontally.

Huang never liked to spend too much time talking. Whatever purpose he had, he would directly use actions to achieve it.

"Wait! I won't go out! Huh?!"

Huang didn't talk to him, he turned his head and greeted the two dragons, then flew into the sky and flew down the mountain.