[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

The practice that was supposed to continue after drinking the juice couldn't go on, because the little demon fox and little tengu fell asleep.

Both of them were cubs, and the practice just now consumed a lot of energy, and they felt sleepy after a few words of chatting next to each other, and then fell asleep directly.

Yimulian sent the two children back to sleep in the bedroom, after thinking about it, after discussing with Huang, let the two children practice witchcraft in the morning, and Huang taught them to write after a nap at noon.

Of course Huang had no objection, and nodded in agreement.

After dinner in the afternoon, Huang was about to take the little tengu home, but the little tengu was not very happy, and grabbed the little demon fox's sleeve with a tangled face.

Huang didn't say a word, squatting in front of the little tengu and staring at him, staring at him, staring at him——

Little Tengu: "...Woo! QxQ"

Under Huang's powerful gaze, the little tengu let go of the little demon fox's sleeve in frustration, and stretched out his little arm towards him slowly.

Huang picked him up and supported him with his arms, and nodded to Yimu: "Thank you very much for interrupting me today, farewell."

"Go slowly." Yimulian hugged the little demon fox and shook his soft little paw towards Huang, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Huangjiang Gouzi~"

The little tengus lay on Huang's shoulders and waved at them, one big and one small quickly left.

Yimulian withdrew his gaze, smiled and rubbed the little demon fox: "Let's go, go take a bath, go to bed early tonight, don't stay in bed tomorrow."

The little demon fox wagged its tail and grabbed a lock of his silver hair to play with, "Wake up too early and you will become stupid~"

"Who told you that? Nonsense."

"Hmph~ I don't want to get up early!"

"There is no need to discuss this matter, Fluffy can't be too delicate."

No matter how the little demon fox acts like a baby, Yimulian, who has always been fond of him, refuses to let go of his cultivation, pinching his furry tail and pointed ears to remind him not to be lazy.

Soon, the night was dark, all the lights were extinguished, and the grass and wooden houses were all buried in the darkness.

The wind blows slowly, the leaves shake, and there is a rustling sound. Even though it is already summer, the night in the deep mountains is still slightly cold.

Yimulian, who was in the dark, felt his hands and feet were cold, and gathered the clothes on his shoulders. Suddenly, a tall figure walked out from the shadow of the tree in front of him. He was wearing a black safari suit, and his long black hair hung down his shoulders. On the top, a dark purple headband is tied up slightly on the back.

Those purple eyes were particularly bright and eye-catching in the dark, as if they were glowing. They stared at the man for a moment, before the man walked up to him and gently held his hand.

"It's summer now, why are your hands still cold?"

A deep and elegant voice sounded in my ears, the tone was calm and calm, it seemed a little cold, but it was so nice that it made people's ears warm.

He was speechless in a daze, and didn't even dare to breathe hard. He only felt that the hand holding his fingers was warm and dry, with thin calluses on his fingertips. When he pressed his palm and rubbed it, Some rough touches made his palms itch, and the temperature from the skin's touch was transmitted directly to his bones.

"Lian?" The low voice was like a whisper between lovers, and the purple eyes that became more and more bright in the darkness were half-closed, reserved and gentle.

That kind of gentleness was too aggressive, Yimulian panicked when surrounded by those eyes, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, the hand holding him still remained motionless.

"Huang, you, you..." Yi Mulian retracted his hands forcefully, his face was going to turn red from nervousness, "Let go of me first..."

As soon as the words fell, the hand that was holding him was released, and he quickly retracted his hand, thumping back, and suddenly his heel hit something, and he fell back and fell!

"Lian—" the voice was still calm and elegant, the wide sleeves were opened, as if wings were stretched, covering the entire sky like covering the sky, the slender and powerful arms hugged Yimulian, and the warm breath enveloped him ...

"Ho!"

A short gasp sounded, and Yimulian suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were in a trance and out of focus, his heart was beating fast, and the feeling of weightlessness and frightened heart palpitations of falling in a dream remained.

After lying under the blanket for a while, Yimulian propped himself up and sat up.

It should be early morning at this time, the sky is not yet bright, and it is in the dim, quiet, and cool of the alternation of day and night, as if all living beings are in deep sleep.

Yimu Lian lowered his hair in a daze, his cheeks and pointed ears were still red, he was dazed for a long time before he sighed softly, and said to himself in a low voice: "We've only known each other for two days, how could I have such a dream... What a shame..."

He clutched the quilt and self-reflected for a long time, until the morning light outside illuminated the room slightly through the paper door, he finally sighed and ended his introspection, got up to wash.

The orange dragon sleeping on the other side of the room hadn't woken up yet, its cheeks moved slightly, as if it was eating something in a dream, it looked at it continuously, and raised its hand to press its chest.

"Maybe it's just day and night dreaming..." He said to himself, closed his eyes and shook his head, shaking off all the messy thoughts in his mind that shouldn't be there, and then gently opened the door and walked out Room.

It was still too early at this time, and there was only a thin line of white belly. Yimulian stood under the eaves and took a deep breath of fresh and cool air, only then did he feel a little sticky in his body.

He must have sweated from the fright of the dream...

Picking up the neckline, lowering his head and sniffing, frowning at a glance, he ran to get the toiletries and clean clothes, then went to take a bath in the hot spring pool in the back mountain, and came back to make breakfast after washing.

It still took a lot of effort to wake up the little demon fox, but he woke up completely after breakfast, no longer moaning and coquettishly talking about being sleepy, Huang and Xiaotengu also came at this time.

"Good day," Yimulian greeted them with a gentle smile, "If you've had breakfast, how about you start practicing now?"

"Okay~" The two children answered in a childlike voice, the little demon fox moved the fastest, and rushed to the practice field with a whistling, the little tengu ran behind, flapping its fluffy little wings, although it couldn't fly, it could fly I can let myself run a little faster, so that I won't be too far behind the little demon fox, and the two little groups, one white and one black, will run away in a blink of an eye.

Yimulian also quickened his pace to follow, Huang walked behind him, looking at his slender back, he frowned unconsciously.

I always feel that even today's attitude towards him has become colder...