[Comprehensive] Onmyoji Ibaraki Doji

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The writing is very pleasant, the number of words is a little bit more, I hope that the little angels will also enjoy reading the text, Mu Mu Da~

Following the gods around them, they climbed up the stairs and walked across the bridge. Under the bridge, there was the roar of trams speeding past, drawing a bright light on the dark water, and in the distance were dark waters, and On the shore at the end of the water area, resplendent and magnificent buildings are piled up one after another, and the shadows of people coming and going can still be seen vaguely.

Frogs in kimonos were attracting guests on the bridge. They kept jumping up from the ground, respectful to the leader Yan Mo, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Welcome, Master Yan Mo."

Even though there are 800 million gods, Yan Mo is the only owner of Yan Wang Palace on Huangquan Road. Before he became a professor in the Magic Institute, he especially liked to come here to soak in hot springs and molested his subordinates by the way. The judge, the staff in the soup house have more or less known or heard of this generous and beautiful god, although it has been a long time since they have seen it, and for those behind her who are wearing robes that are incompatible with the surrounding gods, the waist There were also some with wands inserted, and the names of the magic houses were painted on the boxes in their hands, and they recognized their identities quickly.

The frogs bounced and led them across the vermilion bridge, and soon milky white hot steam came out. The staff in the soup house opened the curtains, and the owner of the soup house had just arranged the red kimono and stood. On the steps, with a bright smile.

Yan Mo looked at the other party several times in surprise, saw the kimono on him from the smiling face of the other party, and finally found the word "Fang" on the corner of the clothes, and then suddenly realized, and raised his red lips, "It turned out to be Baby Fang, a hundred years ago The last time I saw you, I was still following behind your mother, Granny Tang, and now she has grown up like this."

Fang's smile did not change. He is now about fifteen or sixteen years old, but for monsters or gods, he is enough to take on some responsibilities. When fat and strong and rascal and mischievous.

His mother, Granny Tang, doted on him so much that it was outrageous, but it was his mother's twin sister, Granny Qian, who changed him. When a person or other species, she once became a pig, even her own biological The kind of experience that even my mother can't recognize will definitely restrain my personality.

The last time Fang saw Yan Mo was a hundred years ago. At that time, Granny Tang had let him out of that luxurious baby room and brought him with her. Occasionally, she saw some amazing gods and adults, with gorgeous appearance and sexy and enchanting figure. , still wrapped in a gorgeous kimono, and Yan Mo, who was followed by his silent and handsome subordinates, impressed him the most.

"It's a great honor for you to still remember my mother after a hundred years."

Fang turned his body sideways, and the staff in the soup house in front of him gave way to a passage.

It was the first time for Ibaraki to go to this kind of monster's soup house, or it was his first time to come to this kind of place. There are also many places where you can find fun in the monster world, but he has never been involved in it, and only heard about it from his subordinates. In a few words, now that you enter the soup house, you will see golden carvings and jade railings on the top, covered with thick moss paintings, and the smooth wooden floor under your feet. The aroma of food and the heating of hot soup are intertwined, as if you want to penetrate In the bones, coming and going are greeted with smiling faces. Countless monsters bowed to make way for them. The young man in red kimono, whom Yan Mo called "Fang", took them to get a sign, put it on his right hand, and then led them Stand on the elevator where the rope is stretched.

The so-called elevator Ibaraki had seen it before in the mortal world where his cheap brother lived. It was very strange at first, but his guiding shikigami said it was commonplace. Now he sees exactly the same thing here, but it uses It's just a rope.

The platform stretched by the rope quickly landed in front of them, the wooden door opened, and several guests walked out of the platform, leaving the last young man in white Jinbei and blue kimono standing by the handle of the elevator, facing Yan Mo Hefang bowed slightly to signal.

Fang introduced to Yan Mo,

"I don't know if you still remember this one. He used to be my mother's apprentice, but now he is the steward of this soup house. Call Mr. Bai, and he will take you and your students to the guest room on the second floor of the fourth floor. Just wait here."

Yan Mo naturally also has an impression. After all, not every master can put Gu worms in the apprentice's body to control him, making him steal the seal of his twin sister, and not every disciple can still be under the master's hand after he is about to break with the master. Doing things respectfully, the once immature and taciturn boy has now become the same taciturn young man.

She advanced into the elevator and cast a space spell. The students walked into the platform one by one, but the seemingly small space continuously accommodated all the students until the last one walked in.In order to reduce the weight of the elevator, the students consciously cast a levitation spell on themselves one by one.

The elevator went up a few floors without slowing down, and through the unsealed wooden boards behind them, they could faintly see the neatly arranged bath compartments underneath, and finally the elevator stopped, drawing two days. The two-character wooden door opened, and Mr. Bai led them through the exquisite and quiet corridor. A few laughter came from a distance, and then disappeared quickly.

The Magic Institute almost spent a lot of money on a row of guest rooms for two days, two rooms, a bathroom, a large bed with flower-carved four-legged curtains, a thick carpet from the door to the bathroom, and a bedroom with an excellent view. balcony.

Ibaraki wanted to stay in the same guest room with his elder brother Takaso, but things often didn't go according to people's wishes. When he and Shuten-douji finally entered the guest room together, they probably had already anticipated the unavoidable things in the next few days.

Maybe that's an advantage too.

Ibaraki sadly finds that he seems to have gotten used to this kind of love that develops with desire. The precious pure and sincere friendship between him and Shuten-douji has long since been completely ruined by repeated kisses, but What he actually thought of was his daily task...

When he finally finished his daily task and tried his best to prevent it from developing into an achievement, there was already a lot of movement at the door of the room. Yan Mo couldn't wait to go to the hot spring. They hurriedly changed into the kimonos provided by the soup house, and there was basically no obstruction The result was a baggy, half-chested kimono, and then she stepped on slippers and opened the door to join the team of students going to take a bath.

Fang was still waiting for them by the elevator, as if showing no signs of impatience, but Yan Mo looked at him with admiration, and even gave him a rare compliment, which made the handsome young man show a shy smile.

"I must have left a deep impression on you when I was a child, please forgive me - I have Mr. Labor Bai, and I will leave it to me later. If my mother finds me, let her wait first. I have already sent someone to deliver the food. She's in her room."

Mr. Bai nodded with a blank expression, and the elevator doors closed quickly.

After that, Ibaraki deeply experienced the indulgence and sensuality of what is called a monster.

The soup pool here is divided into compartments. They got the medicine pool brand they wanted at the front desk, and Fang led them through the almost endless compartments. The soup pool is very large. If they are of normal size like them, It can accommodate almost seven or eight people, but Fang said that the distinguished guests can choose several people to soak together, or one person alone, which is naturally possible.

Ibaraki chose a wooden sign at random. He didn't take off his kimono, and directly soaked in the light green hot water. The waitress turned into a weasel raised her long mouth, took his sign, and pulled it off the wooden wall. A square wooden pipe came, and the rope tied to it just hung down to Ibaraki's hand.

"Guest, pull the rope, and the hot soup will be delivered. Would you like some food for the two distinguished guests? Or should I serve some for the two distinguished guests first?"

The other distinguished guest was of course Shuten-douji who was also wearing a kimono standing in the hot soup. The kimono on his body was almost transparent, revealing his solid figure. Turned around and ran out.

Ibaraki pulled the rope, and within a few seconds, hot water with a strange color gushed out from the pipe, and with rising white steam, poured down from above, one after another, he was caught off guard, and instantly mouthed His nose and tongue were full of hot water with a bit of a bitter taste, and his red hair was tightly attached to his back. He sat down in the hot water pool again, almost unable to open his eyes here. While driving, Shuten-douji grabbed his waist and dragged him over.

The hot water spread out from the soup pool, and retreated into the compartment when it touched the high steps at the door. Ibaraki almost lay on Shuten-douji's body, and Shuten-douji's back was pressed against the edge of the soup pool, a little raw. It hurts, but this raw pain is nothing compared to the kiss Ibaraki suddenly lowered his head and gave him.

Recently, Ibaraki Doji has taken the initiative once a day, and insisted on trying to say the love words suggested by his roommate, which made Shuten Doji a little dumbfounded. Those love words were very strange. He was in a happy mood when he praised his abdominal muscles. Jiu Tun-douji couldn't bear to look at the little fairy's, and finally suggested that Ibaraki should not look at the things made by Aoyuki Lantern.

Ibaraki said that he didn't watch Qingxing Deng's tossing at all, he just watched Shantong's tossing.

Shuten-douji was a little relieved at first, because Ibaraki-douji hadn’t written about the three vulgar things written by Aoyuki Deng, suddenly he paid attention to Shantong, and tried his best to find out what Ibaraki-douji’s roommate Shanto was writing, and finally he Seeing that bunch of big tengus and his Ibaraki-douji huh-huh ah ah things were broken, when I met Ibaraki-douji again, I strongly urged him to read more about Aoyukito's writing.

Shuten-douji's attention was quickly drawn back.

The hot soup soaked in the whole body, the fingers and toes are all uncomfortable as if released, sober and bitter medicinal smell, accompanied by the smell of food wafting from the next room, the smell of white soup of fish head tofu, marinated meat wrapped in bread crumbs The smell of frying oil, and the burning sensation of another body he touched.

Shuten-douji's senses were extremely sensitive at this time, he grabbed Ibaraki-douji's neck, turned over, and pressed him against the wall of the soup pool, and then couldn't stand the flowing hot soup, the two of them slid down into the water of the soup pool together go down.

Ibaraki-douji's red hair was floating in the water. Shuten-douji inserted those strands of hair between the fingers of his other hand. They were extremely soft, incompatible with the color, and completely different from the owner's personality. Shuten-douji was a little impatient , He pressed the other party to the bottom of the soup pool, refused to let go, and kissed the other party repeatedly, until his senses seemed to be paralyzed due to lack of breathing.

Then the water in the entire soup pool suddenly emptied, and the bright light shone in. The young boy who appeared beside the soup pool was soaked in kimono, dripping water from his hair, looking at them with a smile on his face, and turned around. To the panicked waitress, "Isn't this here?"

The two people in the soup pool climbed up more or less awkwardly. There were several huge exquisite porcelain bowls beside the waiter. There were exquisite dishes in the bowls, but their faces were terrified. They probably thought that the waiter could not see when he came in. Seeing two people, they hurriedly ran to call the boss.

"If you want to play in the water, please pay attention to safety."

The youth square didn't care about the wet clothes at all, he installed another wooden sign with his own hands, and the hot water rushed down the pipe to refill the soup pool before the youth square left.

There is no place for porcelain bowls next to the soup pool, basically the waiters carry the bowls for the distinguished guests to enjoy, but now there is no need for the waitress to be so troublesome, Shuten-douji cast a floating spell, making those porcelain bowls float in front of them leisurely .

When Ibaraki came up from the bottom of the town, the food he heard and saw along the way was already dizzying. However, the food in this soup house has been upgraded to a higher level. He soaked in the hot spring to relax his body and chewed it. It is fine food, experiencing pleasure that has never been experienced before.

He and Shuten-douji were either on the road of running, or on the road of fighting. Even if they lived in Tanba City, they rarely enjoyed such behaviors. After arriving in the world, they wanted to find Settsu and hide There is no chance to have fun at all, even if the subordinates have a happy event, they drink and eat meat, how can they bite the food that is unrecognizable, it melts in the mouth, full of fragrance, and the soup is extremely mellow and delicious. Lost his soul.

On the other side, Shonenbo, whose kimono kept seeping water, walked through the soup pool compartment with a smile and said hello to many gods who saw him or passed by. He walked through the lobby with bare feet, leaving a water stain Come, then took the elevator, changed two, and finally reached the top floor.

Ertian's laying is already exquisite, but Tian's decoration is even more magnificent. Water stains rolled from Fang's legs and seeped into the intricately woven and thick carpet. He walked through long corridors and countless empty rooms. In the room, there are vases as tall as a person placed next to the wall every ten steps, until the end behind the four doors is his mother's room.

The once powerful owner of the soup house, Granny Tang, is now even more aging. She is sitting in the renovated room of her son's baby house, with large soft pillows and seats, and gems and diamond jewelry thrown around. Granny Tang is wearing her Sitting in the soft chair in the royal blue dress, she was feeling a little drowsy when she suddenly saw her son.

"Baby!"

After a hundred years, his mother's name for him still hasn't changed. In his mother's eyes, he is still the tender, strong, gluttonous, arrogant and self-willed baby in his mother's eyes. The moisture on his body infected her, so he helped her sit on the soft chair first.

"Baby, why are you so wet—hmph! That bastard Bailong! What did he do to you again! I want to teach him a lesson—"

Granny Tang's words stopped abruptly, Fang turned around and saw the young man with an indifferent expression, standing at the door with bowls, chopsticks and dishes in his hands.

Fang took over the bowls and chopsticks, and he fed his mother extremely patiently, coaxing her temper to turn peaceful again, just like his mother was coaxing him with a smile when she was covered in broken wood.

After feeding the meal, Fang cleaned up the dishes, extinguished the light of the stars and the moon in the room, and closed the door quietly.Outside the door was her mother's former office, a warm room with a roaring campfire that now belonged to him.

Fang threw the bowls and chopsticks aside, ignored the young man beside him, turned his back to Bailong, and began to take off the kimono on his body, then he stepped on the carpet to wrap himself in a blanket on the sofa naked, as if Turning around, he suddenly found that Bailong was still in his room.

The young man raised his head with a sneer, no longer the modest and respectful smile downstairs, and now seems to be more in line with his previous arrogant and willful appearance.

"What are you still doing here? Watching me joke?"