[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

In the morning, Yimulian was woken up by Huang's kiss from his sleep, and was taken to wash in a daze. When he finally woke up, he had already dressed and washed, and was sitting in the corridor basking in the sun.

The sun in early spring is not scorching hot, only after a long time in the sun will there be a little warmth, Yimu Lian yawned and leaned against the pillar, the orange dragon lay beside him, put his head on his lap, and basked in the sun together, the red dragon Pillowing on the tail of the orange dragon, coiled into a ball.

Huang came over with a plate of exquisite breakfast, sat beside him, and put the tray between the two of them, "This morning the Peach Blossom Demon sent some fresh flowers, and I made flower cakes and scented tea for you, take a look Which flavor do you like?"

"Okay." Yimulian picked up a glass of juice, picked up a small flower cake and ate it, "Did Lumpy wake up?"

"No. There are cakes and juices left in the kitchen, they just go get them when they get up." Huang stretched out his hand to gently wipe off the puff pastry crumbs from Yimulian's mouth, couldn't help but leaned over to kiss again relative.

She pushed him away with a smile, and stuffed a piece of flower cake into his mouth, "What are you messing with while eating? Sit down, sit down!"

Huang sat down with the cake in his mouth, didn't continue to trouble him, moved the two dragons that were lazily wriggling over to eat the flower cake, and leaned in the direction of Yimulian.

The two of them, Ssangyong, ate snacks while basking in the sun. Even though they didn't speak, the atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful.

There were not many flower cakes, and the two of them ate one bite at a time, and quickly finished a plate of cakes.Yimulian packed up the plate for the little monster in the corridor to take it down, and stood up while pressing Huang's shoulder.

"I'm going to cut the paper for drawing talismans, you can bask in the sun here." Yimulian held Huang's face in both hands, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, then went to the study to do his serious business.

Huang watched him go away, and lay down with his head up, his untangled long hair was spread on the wooden floor below him, twisting and twisting, shining fine purple luster in the sunlight.Shadows enveloped his face, and his skin had an almost transparent texture in the shadows, as if glowing with a jade-like soft light.

The sunshine in early spring was so soft that it made people lazy. Huang originally wanted to lie down, but he felt a little spring sleepy when he lay down, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

The two dragons yawned big and snorted at the same time, and also took a nap next to each other.

In the study room, Yimulian was carefully cutting the talisman paper.

The talisman papers bought from the old tree demon are all very large sheets, and different spells also have different sizes of talisman papers. Yimulian's wind talismans come in three different sizes, and the effects are not the same, so you need to take care of them carefully. cropped.

In fact, Yimulian didn't need talisman paper as a carrier for spells a long time ago. In actual combat, he can intercept a wisp of wind as his wind talisman, but if it is to be given to someone else, it still needs talisman paper as a carrier to preserve it.

He carefully cut the talisman paper. The paper cutter cut the rectangular paper into small pieces. The knife was clean and neat without any mistakes.

Half a stack of papers was quickly cut by him. He folded up the small pieces of talisman paper and put them in the box. He accidentally found four or five snow-white felt balls next to the box where he put the talismans. Then he remembered a few days ago. Datengu asked him to make some fur balls with the fox fur of the demon fox.

Yimulian put down the talisman paper wooden box in his hand, picked up the bag of felt balls, and sent it to Daitengu.

It was the midway between morning and noon, the sun slanted across the eaves and shone into the corridor, illuminating a bright edge on the outside of the corridor, walking in the shadows with one eye, and walking along the corridor where the wisteria climbed towards the big tengu and the demon fox. room to go.

The study room was some distance away from the two of them's rooms, but it wasn't too far away, and soon they were there, and when they turned a corner, he saw the demon fox wearing a red bathrobe sitting at the door of the room, and the big tengu was wiping his hair. His own hair was also half wet.

Yimulian was a little puzzled as to why he was still taking a shower when he got up in the morning. When he was about to walk over, he suddenly saw Yaohu raising his head and talking to the big tengu. gnaw on his mouth.

Yimulian took back the foot that was about to step forward in an instant, and retreated back to the corner of the corridor, unconsciously pinching the fur ball in the bag with both hands, with a shocked and dazed expression on his face.

"I... did I see it wrong?" Yimulian muttered to himself, hesitated for a while, and then poked his head out from the corner wall and looked over.

The demon fox at the door of the room has been pulled up by the big tengu, pressed against the pillar and kissed.The figure of the big tengu is already close to the appearance of an adult man, while the demon fox is still in the figure of a teenager. The posture of hugging the big tengu's neck and raising his head to kiss him is still a bit youthful, but it is also full of lust.

Yimulian retracted again with a swish, and ran back quickly with light steps.

He was quite frightened, and he didn't care about the direction. In short, he left first, and when he finally cleared his mind and slowed down, he realized that he ran back to the bedroom door.

Huang was still lying on the corridor basking in the sun and going back to his cage to sleep, the two dragons went somewhere to play again and disappeared.

Yimulian walked over gently, stared down at the sleeping Huang, and after a while, suddenly squatted down and grabbed Huang's collar, pulling him up, "Huang!"

Huang was awakened, and sat up with his palms propped on the corridor floor beside him, squinting his light purple eyes, "What's wrong?"

He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, as if he had forgotten the words, Huang leaned over and kissed him, taking the opportunity to stick the tip of his tongue into his mouth.

Kissing over the years has made Yimulian develop some small habits, subconsciously sucking Huang's lips and tongue, a moment later he suddenly reacted, raised his head and pushed him away, his cheeks and ear tips were flushed, he couldn't tell if he was shy or angry.

"What's the matter?" Huang stretched out his hand and dragged Yimulian into his arms to hold him, his sleepiness had not completely receded, his voice was hoarse and very sexy.

Yimulian slapped Huang's cheeks with both hands, squeezing his face in the middle, his hands squeezed so hard that his face was deformed, and his tone was obviously agitated: "I'm still asking what's wrong! It's all you! Taught bad fluff and Gouzi Already!"

Huang was a little puzzled, but he still smoothed him gently. After all, Yimulian seldom blew his hair, and he still liked to smooth him, "Well, it's all my fault. Gouzi and the others smashed it again." What?"

Yimulian pursed his lips, stared at him for a long while, then let go of his hand with a sigh as if deflated, and lay down in his arms.