[Onmyoji] I like you the most, Demon Sword

Although she later figured out Memoda's oolong, Feicha, who was surprised by Memoda, still had a dream that night.

What happened in the dream is like a rewind of reality.But this time, before stretching out her five fingers and waving in front of Yaodao Ji, Feicha turned her head in a strange way, and followed Yaodao Ji's line of sight to look behind her.

They were standing at the entrance of the secret realm, not too far from the street, and they could vaguely hear the noise of people.As soon as Feicha turned her head, she saw a shrine with a shimenawa hanging down from it.

Those things have been newly repaired by the Lao Office in recent months, and they are widespread and popular.But it was these commonplace, exquisite and small objects like doll houses that made Feicha's hairs stand on end in an instant.

The Yaodao Ji in front of her suddenly moved, and walked there like a demon.Feicha couldn't make a sound to order her to stop, she would be pushed away if she held her hand, would be thrown away if she grabbed her arm, and would be pushed away if she stood in front...

Feicha couldn't feel the pain, but she couldn't stand up.She couldn't stop her, and watched helplessly as the figure turned into golden fragments, which swirled upward together with the golden talismans flying all over the sky.

Blue butterflies fluttered around the faint blue lights, and a pair of pale long legs suddenly hung down in front of her...

Feicha was startled awake.She glanced at her watch and saw that it was past five in the morning.

The last pair of big white legs are so clear and profound that they are almost the same as the classic shots in ghost movies.Feicha, who was afraid of continuing her dream, did not fall asleep immediately.

She sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt for a while, and couldn't help but compare the dream with the reality one by one. After remembering that there was indeed a shrine near the secret place, she couldn't fall asleep at all.

Because of this, Yaodao Ji's oolong "what a da" cast a strange gray shadow, and the abnormal and abrupt words were like the last warmth of a character in a novel or movie before they set foot on the road of no return.

The redemption time for Qing Xing Lantern has already expired, even if Yao Dao Ji is really stupid enough to turn herself into a lot of royal gifts, it is impossible to change anything.But this fear that confuses nightmare and reality makes Feicha feel uneasy.

Yao Dao Ji's taciturnity caused Feicha to communicate with her only by instinct, and it was impossible for her to know exactly what Yao Dao Ji really wanted to write.It is also uncertain whether Yaodao Ji can distinguish between her "just talking" and "really thinking so".

Qingxingdeng, Qingxingdeng... She has indeed said these three words too much recently.Feicha, who was afraid that her brainwaves might be connected incorrectly, urgently needed to confirm the facts with her own eyes, so she knocked on the door of Yaodao Ji's room with the quilt in her arms.

Buckle, buckle, buckle.

Feicha knocked six times in a row, but no one answered the door.

The fear in her heart gradually climbed to the top in the darkness and silence.

"Master Onmyoji?"

Just when Feicha couldn't help but want to open the door, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.She turned her head quickly, and saw Yaodao Ji standing in the corridor.

She had probably just finished washing, and she still wore some wet, long, crow-feather-colored hair. Her shoulders, which had been removed from the armor, were round and petite, which rarely made people feel soft and harmless.

"What's wrong?" Yaodao Ji asked suspiciously.

These two words seemed to turn on a switch.

The quilt that had turned into a burden was thrown on the ground by the owner, Yao Dao Ji subconsciously stretched out her hand to prevent the Onmyoji from falling, but was hugged firmly by a bear.

"I like Dao Dao the most, the number one in the world!"

"It doesn't matter if Miss Deng and other SSRs don't come, it's just icing on the cake..."

"You are the most important thing in my heart! You are enough!"

Regardless of whether she was ashamed or not, Feicha spoke out all the words in her heart in the most straightforward way.After venting, I feel that the world is a little quieter.

Although I have said everything that should be said and should not be said, but no matter how embarrassing I have to say, I have to hold on!Feicha looked up at the other party anxiously.

Seeing this, she felt a little regretful—the other party's usually pale face was stained with a blush because of this too straightforward words, and the tips of her ears turned a beautiful pink.

Blushing is contagious, Feicha only felt that her calm face also became hot.

She let go of Bear Hug's hands as if on fire, and then covered her face.

Although she is the one who speaks the truth, she is really embarrassed!

She, she's not good at this kind of thing at all... But if you don't put it bluntly, the character of the two of them can't do it at all!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

As an onmyoji who is good at maintaining a strong image, Feicha, who pretends to be mentally strong, picks up the quilt on the ground, exerts her powerful selective amnesia function, and abruptly changes the topic.

"Remember to explore after breakfast, depart at 07:30, Maple Leaf Forest."

As if specially here to inform the schedule, Feicha's tone was extremely serious, and it seemed a little heavy upon listening carefully.If someone passing by who doesn't know the situation, it is estimated that these two people are going to a battle that will never return.

"Okay. I see." Yaodao Ji didn't say much, as if she really forgot the task that was clearly written on the schedule board yesterday afternoon.

"I'm going back to wash up first. You...you also prepare well."

"clear."

Outside the window, the sun rises in the east, the night fades away, and the light shadows intertwine.

The morning light sprinkled on their feet, falling into the quietness of the room.