[Onmyoji Fellows] Gods and Angels

one

The sun was shining brightly, and passers-by on the street hurriedly passed under the eaves, as if they were going to be burned by the poisonous sun if they were exposed to the sun for a little bit.

Rao has a lively character like Yingcao, and she no longer jumps around with dandelions in this weather. She wiped off her sweat and thought, it would be great if she took Yimulian with her when she went out.

But the group of lazy people in the family followed Mr. Yimulian one by one in this scorching summer, how could she grab the opportunity.

She couldn't help but sigh.

It's better to buy the medicinal materials and go home to enjoy the coolness. It's rare for Sister Xuenv to say that she wants to make shaved ice.

The thought of shaved ice seemed to dissipate the heat a little.Shocked, she raised her eyes and saw that the medical center was not far away at the corner of the street.Um?That is……

A person walked out of the corner.

The closer you get to the pharmacy, the higher Yingcao's head is raised.

When passing by, the man glanced at her indifferently, with a hint of warning in his eyes.Yingcao quickly looked away, it was too impolite to reflect on herself.

But this person is really tall, I feel taller than any adult in the dormitory.

The medical center was right in front of her, and she was jumping into it when she heard commotion in the street.

"Someone passed out."

"Is there a doctor?"

"Isn't there a medical center across the street?"

Yingcao's instinct to save lives and heal the wounded made her turn her head immediately, and the wind blew her bangs.

The street was immediately swept by the hot and cool wind.

The visitor landed lightly on the ground, his pure white long hair still flying.

"Master Yimulian!" Yingcao shouted happily, and waved her hand, getting a gentle smile in response from the other party.

"Are you ok?"

Huang was awakened by the unknown wind, and raised his head with the last bit of strength.

A golden eye was looking straight at him, with a tenderness he hadn't seen for a long time.

so tired.With that in mind, he closed his eyes again.

two

Huang had never had such a dream.

The man seemed to be laughing, a low but gentle laugh.

"Then I don't know if you can accept such a blessing."

As the man was speaking, he suddenly turned sideways, and quickly but gently kissed the corner of his lips.

He could only see a strand of white hair blowing in the wind.

who is it.

He opened his eyes in horror, touched his forehead, and wiped the sweat off his hands.

He sat up, and there happened to be a basin of water beside the bed. Seeing that the water was still clear, he washed his hands.

By the way, he took a look at the environment he was in.

It's not too big, just a big bookshelf and a desk take up half of the space.

He stood up on the ground and walked to the desk. A piece of white paper had just been written halfway, and the tip of the pen was still wet. It seemed that the owner of the room had not been out for a long time.He tilted his head to look at the words, but she was beautiful and elegant, and it was just comfortable to look at.

Footsteps came from outside the door. He had good hearing and recognized two people.

Stepping back to the door, he realized that he was no longer the child who could be beaten casually by humans, and secretly hated his habit that had been carved into his bone marrow.

The door was slowly opened, and a person walked in, deliberately lowering the sound of his footsteps.

The first thing Huang saw was the white hair, he froze for a moment.

The person who came saw that there was no one on the bed, and said to the outside suspiciously: "Huh? Cao'er, where is the child?"

A little girl jumped in, he had seen it before, although the girl's eyes were so abrupt that he didn't have a good impression.

"Hey, it was still there just now."

He listened to the white-haired man's words, and realized that this was not the voice in his dream.

"A little timid."

An electric current rushed from his back, and the voice with a faint smile was exactly the same as in the dream.

With a serious look on his face, he turned his head abruptly, his eyes lowered slightly, and met his smiling golden eyes.

A head of white hair fluttered gently with the wind around him, but he kept covering his right eye as if there was nothing there, making it hard to see clearly.

There was a hint of teasing in that left eye, he was a little embarrassed for a moment, and turned his face away unnaturally.

"Your face looks much better." The man said again.

He couldn't help but looked over again, and found that the person in front of him smiled at him, and there was always undisguised tenderness in his words.

He couldn't help but his heart beat again.If this person hadn't blocked the door, he would have rushed out immediately.

"What are you doing hiding here?" The little girl approached curiously and asked.

"How do you feel about your body?" the white-haired man asked with concern, shaking a folding fan.

Surrounded by three people, he felt that his back was about to sweat.

"Okay, Xiaocao, Dad, let him rest for a while." Seeming to see his panic, the person at the door helped him out in time.

After the two left, Huang just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but saw the man walk in.

"Don't be afraid. Well, although you seem to want to be alone, can you wait until I finish the task first? After that, this room will be yours."

These slightly comforting words made Huang finally relax a little.

But he still sat down vigilantly.

Obviously this room belonged to this man, otherwise he wouldn't have sat down and started to write with a pen.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the sound of the brush brushing the paper.

Huang just sat like this, he was thinking, logically speaking his body has almost recovered, he should say thank you and leave while still wanting to be polite.

It's just that today, it's really hot.

He was reborn from the sea, and it can be said that fire and heat are his number one enemies.

He glanced at the window sleepily, the sun was not as fierce as at noon, but the light was still scorching.

"It's okay, you can rest for a while."

Huang raised his eyes, the man propped his chin with one hand, kept his hands on, but smiled at him while he was busy.

He frowned, looking a little disgusted.

The man noticed it as a matter of course, but he didn't get angry or ask questions, he just laughed it off.

There was no wind that day, and the room seemed extremely stuffy.

Huang grabbed the hem of his shirt, feeling a little suffocated.

When there was sweat on his forehead, the wind suddenly blew around him.

A gust of wind finally subsided the heat.

He was exhaling a sigh of relief, and realized later, where did the wind come from?

Huang opened his eyes and looked at the source of Feng, the man was still writing something, Feng walked around him affectionately, and ran towards Huang reluctantly.

Can this person control the wind?

And I only have the inaccurate "foreseeing" ability.

Wait, foreknowledge!

He thought of that dream and covered his face unacceptably.

Wouldn't that also be a foreknowledge?

"Are you not feeling well?"

He looked up suddenly, and the man had already stood up.

"do not come!"

This was the first sentence he said when he came here, but he was not polite at all, and a little annoyed.

The man was obviously frightened and even puzzled, but he sat back with a good temper.

"I'm just afraid that you won't feel well." The man's tone became more gentle.

Rao Huang, who has never cared about other people's feelings, also felt that he had done something wrong. After a long while, he changed the subject bluntly: "You know how to control the wind?"

The man smiled and said: "This is just a little bit of strength that is not worth mentioning."

Modesty is too much.

He was still slandering, the man said again: "What about you? It seems to be... a traveler?"

"You don't have to say it so nicely, you're just a wanderer." He moved his legs and changed to an unruly sitting position.

"That's it..." The man lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, "Ah, although it's a bit abrupt, do you want to stay? If you feel tired."

Wen Yanhuang was a little surprised, he didn't reply, he looked in a daze, the man was not in a hurry, and quietly waited for his reply.

So many years of wandering without purpose and expectation.

Say no, no one will believe it.

It's not impossible to stay here for a while.

"I don't know anything." He said calmly, as if he possessed eighteen martial arts.

"It's nothing," the man chuckled, "I don't need you to do anything."

So he said: "I will leave after the summer."

The man raised his eyebrows, the answer was obviously in his expectation.

"Okay. Let me introduce myself first, Yimulian. What about you?"

Yimulian, no wonder there is only one eye.

"shortage."

"It's a good name. When I'm done, I'll take you to meet the people in the dormitory. For now, you should lie down and have a rest." Yimulian winked at him and continued to write with his head down.

While staring at Yimulian's actions, Araka slowly moved to the bed, then lay down with a stiff body.

The wind was a little weaker, and the coolness was very gentle, which made him sleepy gradually.

That should be just a dream.

叁

Huang walked a little cautiously.

Yimulian was beside him, half a step behind him.

This man knows how to keep distance, but it still makes Huang feel a little embarrassed.

Moreover, there was no movement while walking, which was also the reason why he made a wrong judgment just now.

It was evening now, the sun had set, and the air didn't smell so hot.

But Yimulian was still surrounded by the wind around the two of them, and their hair was entangled with each other from time to time, and then quickly separated, as if they were very intimate.

"It's just ahead. Everyone is in the courtyard. It's time to eat. I think you're hungry too."

Huang Zheng was about to force a smile, but a scene suddenly appeared in front of him, but from Yi Mu Lian's point of view, he was suddenly stunned, his eyes were looking straight ahead at the road ahead, but his footsteps stopped.

Yimulian was about to express his comfort, but Huang hurriedly said, "Where is it?!"

"What?" Yimulian didn't know why, seeing his serious expression, he couldn't help but get nervous.

"courtyard!"

Yimulian didn't talk nonsense, and guided him, and the two ran in the corridor. The former also blessed the two with a wind, which saved a lot of energy for Huang Gang's weakened body.

Before we got to the yard, we heard chatter and laughter, and the rows of dining tables in the yard were already full of people.

The two came in a hurry, making everyone quiet for a moment.

"Uh, I'll talk about it later." Yimulian waved his hand and smiled helplessly.

Huang was looking vigilant at this time, his sharp black eyes wandering around the crowd, suddenly, he shouted at the money mouse: "Put away your gold coins!"

Qian Shu was taken aback. Why was this tall strange man so scary, and kept staring at him? He put away the gold coins he was going to perform in fear.

"What are you doing? Do you want to fight?" Shuten-douji had already drank several bowls of wine and jumped up, rolling up his sleeves to rush over. Ibaraki-douji next to him sighed with emotion that his best friend's figure is really fascinating, and cheered.

Yingcao had no choice but to grab Shuten-douji, while using his eyes to shut up a gay guy who was stirring up trouble.

When the two chefs, Shan Tu and Meng Po, came hand in hand, the courtyard was filled with a strange atmosphere of daggers and swords. Shan Frog and Ya Ya hopped to bring the last dish, both of them looked puzzled.

Qingming came late, and seeing that the atmosphere was not right, she held a fan to her chin and asked the dog food captain and nanny Gu Huo Niao: "What's the matter?"

Gu Huo Niao succinctly explained the ins and outs.

"Oh——" Qingming nodded silently, coughed, and seeing everyone looking over, he asked Huang, "My lord, what's your name?"

Huang didn't speak, Yimulian answered for him.

Qingming raised his eyebrows, and said: "Well, Huang, just told me again and again that you want to live in a humble house temporarily, although there are no rules in Xiaoliao, but there is one rule, even if you are a noble ssr, you can't bully r-level monsters .”

Although Seimei had a smile on his face, he could hear the seriousness and warning in the words.

Huang was still silent, but with a bit of embarrassment on his face, he finally planned to speak, but Yimulian walked up to him, blocking part of his embarrassing sight.

Huang heard Yimu Lian apologized for him with a smile, and Qingming said, "Since I apologized for you again and again, then this matter will be exposed." The crowd started to riot again.

Huang was in a trance, laughter and laughter were in his ears, but his heart was escaping, getting farther and farther away from these voices.

As soon as he moved his foot, his hand was grabbed.

Yimulian grabbed him and didn't speak, but the strength in his hand was trying to keep him.

He seemed to see what was written in the other party's shimmering eyes.

don't go.

He opened his eyes slightly, and after a long time, he relaxed his strength to fight against it, and took him to the seat with a glance.

"This is delicious." Yimulian smiled slightly, and picked up a chopstick for him.

"Yeah." Looking at his tilted head, Huang thought of that dream, blushed for some reason, and hurriedly lowered his head and took a sip of wine to cover it up.

Wanton

He has lived here for more than a month, and what Huang does every day is fight and drink.

He was staying temporarily, and no one dared to order him, so he sat around doing nothing with peace of mind.

Anyway, he is not the only one here who has nothing to do. To be precise, everyone except Yimulian has nothing to do because of the scorching heat.

Qingming is a lazy person, taking advantage of the hot weather, he finally had an excuse not to bring his baby, so he went out with Boya Kagura to escape the summer heat, and handed over all affairs to Yimulian with peace of mind.

Xuenv never tires of being chased every day and being used as a natural freezer, so she simply can't get out of seclusion.

So everyone had to stick to Yimulian, this natural fan is also very comfortable.

Therefore, a group of people often gather in Yimulian's room, and when they can't sit down, they sit outside the door. One side is playing cards, the other side is doing handicrafts, chattering so loudly that it can be heard outside the dormitory.

Because he likes to be quiet, Huang seldom stays in the house, but during the hot few days, he would still sit by the bed, drink some wine he snatched from Shutuna, and stare blankly.

At first everyone was a little cautious because he was here, but then they almost forgot about his existence.

In fact, Huang was not in a daze, he was always observing others quietly, at first he was studying how this group of people could be so noisy, and later, he was curious about Yimulian.

This person will support his chin with one hand when he is tired, look at everyone with kind eyes, and a gentle smile hangs on the corner of his mouth.

The tasks piled up like a mountain, but the noise in his ears didn't affect him at all. He seemed to be enjoying it a little bit.

The dark thoughts in Huang's heart that have been suppressed for a long time, every time he saw Yimulian's smile, it became a little more.

He is eagerly searching for the slightest bit of displeasure on this person, just a little bit, and he can tear off that smiling face, it must be so unbearable behind it.

Just like him.

Probably after observing for a long time, he was gradually able to understand the emotions between the other party's brows.

Today, Yimulian is a little strange, his brows are always frowning.

Despite his usual smile, he still felt something was wrong.

He stood up abruptly, and everyone looked at him in a daze.

He strode straight towards Yimulian, when the other party was surprised, he had already stretched out his hand to cover Yimulian's forehead.

The palms felt hot and had a sticky feeling of warmth and dampness.

Yimulian's eyes widened, and he subconsciously hid back.

"Are you a fool? Why don't you make a sound when you have a fever?"

This remark was like a thunderbolt, causing an uproar in the crowd.

"Oh," Yingcao looked at it and said in surprise, "It's burning very badly."

Yimulian was tucked into the bed, because he no longer used black magic, the room immediately became hot, and people surrounded him again, he felt a little stuffy.

"Are you going to suffocate him? Can you drive you crazy if you don't cling to him for a day? Get out!"

Huang's words were very annoying, the one with a bad temper was about to start a fight with him, but he was dragged out by the good-tempered one.

Huang just stood at the door like a door god, and didn't let anyone in anymore.

Seeing that everyone had gone out, Yingcao sighed, wrung out the handkerchief, and covered Yimulian's forehead.

"It's our fault, Mr. Yimulian has to deal with so many affairs, and we still pester you to use your demon power..."

Yingcao's green eyes were already filled with tears, and she looked at him with regret and worry.

Yimulian's voice was a little weak, but the gentleness in the words did not diminish at all: "Have you forgotten, I am also afraid of heat, you are just incidental, so don't blame yourself. Don't cry, if you feel that you see it, you are afraid of it." You want to think that I am a stinky uncle who only bullies children."

Yingcao smiled through tears, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and said: "I don't think so, Mr. Yimulian is the best person in the world!"

Yingcao was going to make some antipyretics for Yimulian, but when she passed by a certain "door god", she saw that handsome face that was so cold that she could compete with Sister Xuenv, she shivered, and hurried away.

Watching Yingcao's ponytail disappearing around the corner, Huang snorted coldly.

Back in the house, Yimu Lian was covered with sweat, her white hair was all stuck together, and she was panting slightly.

Huang saw that his golden eyes were wide open, and said angrily: "If you don't rest when it's time to rest, you should close your eyes."

Yimulian smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, I'm not tired."

"Not tired?" Huang sat down cross-legged with a cold face, pointed to the sky outside, and said, "How can this weather freeze people?"

Yimulian knew that he was wrong, and didn't refute it, his face was already red, but now it was even redder. He thought Huang couldn't see it, but the other party said "I still know how to be ashamed" and he was speechless.

Yimulian had no choice but to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

After a long while, I heard Huang say, "If you can't sleep, I happen to have something to ask you."

"Huh?" Yimu opened his eyes, looking extremely weak, and his voice sounded soft.

"How did you do it?" Huang looked at him straight, with a look of scrutiny, "Always smile, agree to any request, obviously tired but still pretend nothing happened?"

"Huh?" Yimulian was a little dazed, and it took him a long time to realize that the other party was probably trying to defend himself, so he said, "It's just because of my personality."

"fraud!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Huang became furious, and rushed towards him, staring at him with dark eyes.

Yimulian sensed that something was wrong, and said worriedly: "You're fine...uh."

Huang grabbed his chin with great force.

The man in front of him, who always had a calm face, had a mocking smile on his lips.

"Why pretend? Tell me."

Tell me you are like me.

Yimulian frowned, but still asked in a good-tempered manner: "What are you telling me? Huang, I don't understand your question, you can explain it to me, so I can tell you."

"I've been curious for a long time," Huang said while reaching out to brush Yimulian's hair, "What kind of sin would make a god degenerate into a demon."

The wind suddenly blew around him, and Huang Chi withdrew his hand in pain. There were already more than a dozen cuts in his hand, and a trace of blood oozed out.

Yimulian was glaring at him.

Huang laughed.

As expected, he was angry.

It's not just about laughing, it's about getting angry too...

"Please apologize." Yimulian's face turned pale, put away his usual tenderness, and looked at Huang coldly.

"What are you apologizing for?" Huang walked away from him, shook his hand indifferently, and returned to his usual indifferent appearance.

Yimulian scratched at the neckline, gasped for breath, and said loudly and stubbornly: "That's not a sin! So please apologize!"

Huang felt a little excited, so that his voice trembled a little: "It's okay, if you say no, you won't, but I won't apologize."

You already told me that we are the same, we were all abandoned, right? We were all abandoned by damn humans!

So it’s okay, stop being gentle with others!Then you'll just get hurt again!

I'm not wrong, I'm just teaching you how to let go of tenderness.

Both looked at each other stubbornly, neither willing to back down.

"shortage……"

For a long time, Yimulian closed his eyes as if he was tired, and his voice was very low. If the surroundings were not too quiet, Huang felt that the chirping of birds outside might be louder than Yimulian's voice.

"I don't want to see you right now."

After Huang went out, the head-on hot wind extinguished his trembling and excitement.

He stood at the door for a while, the sun burned his skin and it hurt.

He found that after revealing Yimulian's disguise, he was not as happy as he had imagined.

Wu

Sunny days for several days in a row.

Xuenv had no choice but to "go out" to give some care to the mentally handicapped babies who were about to suffer from heatstroke.

Qingming rushed back because of Yimulian's body, and felt deeply guilty about it.

It wasn't until Yimulian repeatedly emphasized with a smile that it was not a serious illness that he relaxed a little.

It's just that the roommate didn't come back for a long time, Qingming made a slight side note, and found that Yimu was choking on words, and there was a faint worry on his face.

Looks like something happened.

It was a week later that I found Huang.

He is like a discarded waste, letting himself float in the sea.

There is only rushing sea water in my ears.That used to be the most reassuring voice for him.

once?Why do you say once?

Huang couldn't figure it out, but felt that he was extremely empty, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

"Brother, brother, isn't this?"

"Ah! That's right!"

A tender and tender voice suddenly sounded.

Huang opened his eyes and saw two children with wings circling around him. As soon as he frowned, he saw the little girl flying away a little scared.

"Master Yimulian said he is very gentle, sister, don't be afraid." The little boy quickly comforted him.

Huang recognized them, they were boys and girls beside Qingming.

The point is...

"What did you say?" he asked.

"Master Huang?" The boy was puzzled.

"You just said Yimulian...what did he say about me?"

"He said that you are a gentle person and there is no need to be afraid of you."

Is this how he sees himself?

Huang is a little unbelievable.

"Master Huang, it's inconvenient to talk here, everyone has been looking for you for a long time, please go back with us."

"Waiting for me...to go back?"

"Yes, yes." Seeing that he was indeed not as scary as he looked, the virgin also came up to him and agreed.

Huang raised his hand, the sea water lifted him up, he brushed his wet long black hair, raised his eyes, the dark eyes were shining with a strange light.

"Let's go."

He came here and didn't intend to go back.

However, he never thought that there would be someone waiting for him to go back.

The feeling of emptiness in the heart was slowly filled by unknown feelings.

"Sister, you go to meet Master Qingming and the others first."

"Okay brother."

The virgin boy followed in a respectful manner, half a meter away, which was a very distant distance.

"Is... is he okay?" After thinking for a long time, he still asked.

"Huh? Ah, Master Yimulian? He's fine, he's recovered." The boy replied with a smile.

Huang saw his expression from the corner of his eye, and said, "You don't look afraid of me?"

"Don't be afraid, because Master Yimulian said you are a good boy."

"What?" Huang suspected that he had heard wrong.

"Well, but Master Yimulian praises everyone as a good boy, Master Huang, don't be angry."

"He said that like an old man." Huang sneered.

"In terms of age, it is true."

Seeing Huang was puzzled, Tong Nan further explained: "Although Master Yimulian looks very young, he is actually older than Grandpa Ebishou."

Thinking of the goldfish old man in the dormitory who was always smiling when he had nothing to do, Huang was shocked.

"Old people, do you like to be silly and happy? Look like you have no temper?"

"Grandpa is really happy every day. In Yimulian's words, he is the most gentle person I have ever met."

"He's just pretending to be good." Huang still blurted out disapprovingly, and after finishing speaking, there was a faint regret in his heart.

Tong Nan raised his head and looked at him for a long while, then asked: "What is Mr. Huang based on to judge Mr. Yimulian?"

Huang was puzzled by the question.

The boy thought about his expression, but instead he smiled in comfort: "You don't seem to know anything about Mr. Yimulian."

Huang couldn't refute Tong Nan's words, so he had no choice but to keep his face cold and silent.

"When you get to know about Master Mulian, I hope to hear different comments from you."

"Kids, don't worry about it so much." He was stunned and had nothing to say, so he could only use his age to suppress others.

The boy smiled and said, "Although I look like a five-year-old child, I am actually older than you."

Deep frustration!

Huang didn't expect that he would be taught a lesson by a shikigami who didn't know how short he was, and what was even more frightening was that there was a voice in his heart that agreed with the other party's suggestion.

OK, then go and listen.

land

"Yimulian adult's eyes?"

Seeing Yingcao covering her mouth in surprise, Huang's cold face showed a little embarrassment: "Can't you say it?"

"Ah, no," Yingcao thought for a while, and said, "In fact, everyone knows this, but it's not good to say it behind your back, so you can ask Master Arakawa."

"Arakawa? Does he have a good relationship with Yimulian?"

"Hey——" Yingcao looked at his handsome face and turned cold again, and subconsciously reflected whether she had said something wrong just now, and said cautiously, "Because, because it has something to do with Master Arakawa. There is nothing wrong with what the person said gone."

What does that carefree uncle have to do with Yimulian?

Yingcao was stared at by Huang for a long time, the hand holding the dandelion was sweating, and said weakly: "Is there anything else you can do?"

"...Thank you." Huang said bluntly.

Yingcao felt that this was a rarer thing than a stone blooming. When the barrenness was gone, she scratched at the ponytail, still unbelievable.

"Master Yimulian is waiting for you!"

Huang paused, but didn't respond.

Arakawa looked at the unexpected guest in surprise, but still politely invited him into the room.

"I remember that you are the child who is linked with each other..."

Huang interrupted him indifferently: "I am not a child."

Arakawa smiled heartily: "Even if you are tall, but age..."

Arakawa pointed to his eyes: "The emotions you show here are too immature."

Ara did not refute this time, but sat down quietly opposite Arakawa.

"Come on, the weather is hot, drink a cup of herbal tea to cool off."

Huang came back too hastily, and was in a hurry to ask something, and now that there was herbal tea in front of him, he took a sip from the cup without hesitation.

"So, what is your urgent matter? From the look of you, it seems that you came to me as soon as you returned to the dormitory."

"Yimulian," Huang paused, and now there was something he wanted to know more, "You have a deep relationship with him?"

"It's just a bad relationship." Arakawa waved his hand casually, not knowing what he was thinking, "it's not a good relationship."

It's just the word "Nie Yuan" that made Huang's heart choked up indescribably. As soon as he exerted force on his hand, a fine line appeared on the tea cup, and he put it down silently.

"What happened to his eyes?"

Arakawa was taken aback for a moment, understood, and looked a little more serious.

"It turned out to be for this matter."

Huang sat upright.

"I can tell you, but for what purpose do you want to know?"

"……curious."

"Hmm..." Arakawa rubbed his chin, "This reason is not sufficient... You know, this can be said to be a secret in the dormitory. At present, it seems that you are just an outsider."

As if a knife had been stabbed in Huang's heart, he suppressed the unknown anger and said, "Please tell me."

Arakawa stared at the stubbornness on his face for a while, and then let go: "Even so, if you want to know, okay. The story is not very long, but in summary, because of my negligence, he was still a god at the time, in order to protect himself The people of the world chose to use one eye as the price to forcibly divert the flood."

It's completely different from what I imagined.

"Then degenerate into a demon!"

Probably because Huang was too excited, Arakawa quickly separated the relationship: "Oh, this has nothing to do with me, I have only done such a stupid thing in my life."

"Is it for revenge? Revenge on humans." Huang was so eager to get an affirmative answer that he didn't know it when he knocked over the teacup.

Arakawa frowned and looked at the man in front of him who looked crazy, straightened the teacup, and said slowly: "No."

Huang's heart skipped a beat, at this moment, he already knew that his guess was all wrong.

Arakawa obviously didn't want to give him a chance to calm down.

"The flood receded, and people no longer needed the protection of the gods. Later, they left this place. He, who had no believers, chose to degenerate into a demon, just to continue to protect those people."

There is no so-called revenge, not even complaints, but a foolish way to protect his people.

From beginning to end, there is no sin.

If love is original sin.

Qi

Arakawa looked at the water stain on the table in a daze.

Until someone knocked lightly on the door.

He looked up, and nodded at him with a glance: "I'm nagging, Xiaocao said that Huang is here with you?"

Yimu glanced around, then looked away: "Is it not here anymore?"

"Just left." Arakawa pointed to the opposite side.

"That's it."

Seeing that he was thinking, Arakawa asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's all right, he's not injured if he thinks about it." Yimulian smiled.

"Since it's all right, come here, I have something to tell you."

I couldn't figure it out, so I went in and sat down, the cushion was still warm.

"Your room is still as cool as ever." Yimulian said with a sigh of relief.

"Looking at you, you're busy again? You're too used to Qingming and the others. Who is the master?"

Yimulian sighed and shrugged: "There is no way, because they are the masters, so I, a servant, only have the job to do."

Arakawa stared at him intently and didn't speak for a long time.

There was a cup on the table at a glance, so he took it and poured a cup of tea, sipped it and asked, "Just say something, look at me like this, besides being pretty, my face can't answer the question."

Arakawa nodded seriously: "It's really pretty."

"Pfft—" Yimulian spouted out a sip of tea, and wiped his mouth dumbfounded, "What's wrong with you today?"

Arakawa said rather sadly: "So I don't understand. Shouldn't everyone like someone who is good-looking and kind-hearted enough to be a little silly?"

Blinking and blinking: "Who doesn't like me?"

"Your kid."

"..."

Arakawa educated him worriedly again: "Can you put aside your desire to be kind to everyone, not everyone is worthy of your care."

After straightening out his clothes, he nodded, "Got it."

Arakawa glared at him: "You are obviously perfunctory. Don't be bullied then."

"Will not."

Seeing him get up, Arakawa shook his head helplessly, cleared the table, and realized that the two of them used the same cup.

"Hey, this cup..." Arakawa hurriedly shouted just as he stepped out of the room.

Turning around with one glance, the corner of his mouth was smiling as usual, he raised his eyebrows, and said, "I did it on purpose."

Arakawa had nothing to say. Looking back on the past, he was blinded by this person's gentle illusion all these years, and he almost forgot that this person was actually very bad in his bones.

eight

Except for the rush when he first returned to the dormitory, Huang tried his best to avoid the chance to meet Yimulian.

Every day, I go out at dawn, and only sneak into the bed after Yimulian falls asleep.

He pretended to be nonchalant, but if Yimulian found out what he was thinking, he would definitely be laughed at.

In fact, he despised himself in his heart.

But what can be done, he said something wrong, apologizing is one thing, but whether the other party is willing to forgive is another.

More importantly, looking at Yimulian now, I feel that it is a kind of blasphemy against the other party.

Shuten-douji's place became a place he frequented.

Jiu Tun-douzi loves to hang out with people who can hold a lot of alcohol the most in his life, plus he doesn't know each other if he doesn't fight, now he is happy to drink and chat with Huang.

But he is happy, someone will not be happy.

I don't know how many times Ibaraki Doji saw this unexpected guest at his best friend's place.

He leaned against the door frame, looked at his best friend's hearty smile, and clicked his tongue.

Today's best friends are also people's love.

But the one with the facial paralysis sitting opposite is not flattering.

He thought of some chatter among the little demons recently, and he had a flash of inspiration.

"Huang is here too. When the next Mou is coming, I just make a table."

Sure enough, Huang froze.

"I remember, I still have something to do..."

Wait