[Comprehensive] Onmyoji Ibaraki Doji

Swallowing a witch's seal is not so pleasant. The magic circle drawn on the seal quickly separated from the surface of the seal, and the slender pattern dangled, and then stuck into the flesh and blood.

Fang sat down on the sofa. He took a mirror and looked at the magic circle pattern printed on the pupils of his eyes in the mirror, which quickly disappeared and faded away. However, something in his mind had changed.

Bai Long, Mr. Bai, the steward of the soup house, he originally gritted his teeth and hated him, hated his indifferent expression, hated his easy-going attitude, hated him as if he never looked directly at himself, but these gradually changed by other ideas.

His long cyan hair, when he was young, was only the shoulder length of an apprentice, but now it has grown enough to be tied up. His eyebrows seem to be the same cyan color, flying obliquely like temples, and his dark green pupils seem to He will never be stained with a smile, no matter how plainly he looks at the waiters under him, those people will never dare to look up, they will always be trembling, fearful in their hearts, even though he has a handsome appearance, a thin and tall figure, like a gust of wind wrapped in blue , the lightness and seriousness that are incompatible with the soup house, blowing in this luxurious bath.

The magic circle penetrated silently.

About the tenth minute after Granny Qian left, Fang finally threw down the mirror. He rushed to his closet and searched for his countless gold and jade kimonos or robes, but all the clothes were in his eyes. Too bad, he subconsciously bit his nails with an anxious expression on his face.

As the owner of this soup house, Fang has the keys to all the rooms, including Bailong's room. Although he never uses it, it is fortunate that the other party did not throw a few magic circles on the lock, so Fang can easily open the door.

The boy casually threw the key on the carpet, the thick fabric made no sound, he took off his shoes and socks, and went straight to the bed.

Fang didn't know that Bailong was already awake but did not move. He wanted to see what he was going to do, but he really fell into a dream. His long blue hair was hanging behind his head, and he seemed to be the only one in this dark room. Bright light, Fang followed the cyan and climbed onto the bed.

His palms were already sweating, and it was so slippery that he couldn't grasp those hairs, and his forehead and back were about to go crazy with heat. Fang flopped on top of Bailong, straddled him, and put the hair on his forehead with his left hand. His hair was lifted, and sweat slid down his cheeks, as if this little bit of coolness could bring him infinite relief.

The other party seemed to be still pretending to be asleep, but Fang was determined to break the dullness.He reached forward with his right hand, pressed the opponent's chin, and twisted it a little bit forcefully.

The eyes of both parties now meet for a few seconds.

Fang felt that he had never loved dark green so much. He had a dry mouth and licked his lips.

"White Dragon."

The coolness that was so hard to get on his forehead disappeared again, his bangs were stained into a few locks, and he fell on the opponent's body, with his forearms wrapped around Bailong's face.

The magic circle flowed out from the trembling lips, little by little, covering the other's lips and tongue.

Witches have always been omnipotent, and love and contracts are their specialties.

Fang knew that his mother had used the method of directly planting Gu worms in Bailong's body, and the same method could not be used again. However, Bailong was afraid that the other party would plant worms in his body, but he still failed to guard against the magic of Fang. The formation is in his own body.

Every kiss is a false love for him, and these hints go deep into the body with the body fluid.

No matter what the method... no matter what the method is, no matter what consequences it will bring to himself, Fang Zai will only follow the final result willfully and stubbornly after he has a firm idea.

As for the process, it can be anything, it can be money, it can be power, and of course it can also be sex.

The magic circle drawn by his aunt, Granny Qian, will make him fall in love with the designated object irresistibly and crazily. Apart from the rationality he insists on, this love will last until the end of his life, making him unable to extricate himself. The ability of a witch Naturally, it's not just that, the magic circle can also affect the designated object through the most intimate contact, turning this crazy love into a crazy idea held by both parties.

Bai Long, who was just following him kissing coldly, suddenly turned around and pinned down the young man lying on top of him.

The long day finally passed, and in the wet night mist, the grass turned into a continuous black water, bottomless, connecting the strange towns together, and new guests sailed across the water in golden ships , Arrive at the town where the red lanterns are lit.

The waiter woke up early, the kitchen was busy, the bathroom was cleaned up, the steam in the boiler room was constant, and the guests who stayed for two days gradually woke up.

The soup pool and the performance were not as yearning as they were on the first day, but the off-campus trip did not end like this. The young boss who met yesterday did not show up today, and he was replaced by the calm Mr. Bai. He brought the students onto the soup house's own big boat. The golden and luxurious hull pushed away a black wave and sailed to the market in another small town across the water.

Among the students, there are several school team members, and a few are school team substitutes. They all brought their own brooms. The boat was only halfway through, and they couldn't wait to drop their luggage, stepped on the broomsticks, and rushed to the dark place. Go into the clouds, follow the ship that is about to become a golden spot below, and break through the icy night wind.

And once they got on the broomsticks, they would inevitably have some interest in competition. The destination was very clear. The people on the broomsticks looked at each other and rushed towards the golden patch.

Those students who just wanted to fly safely and steadily for a certain distance floated not far from the boat, watched the brooms blow up in the wind, and suddenly saw the white-scaled green mane walking beside the clouds at the same height in the night sky long queue.

"Professor!! Dragon!! Dragon!"

It was the first time I saw the students who were in charge of the real body in the soup house panicked. They threw the broom and went to find Yan Mo in the cabin. Yan Mo heard the cry and came out. When he saw the dragon above, he knew who is it.

She reassured the students a few words, telling them not to be nervous, she was just an acquaintance, and those above made them dare to fly up on their own initiative, and it was good to be a little frightened.

The student who was comforted by her trembled when she heard Yan Mo's casual but threatening tone.

The formation above was still rushing straight towards the town on the opposite bank, and soon lost its position. Some panicked and continued to rush towards the town, some almost fell on the boat, and some were quite courageous and wanted to draw out their wands to fight with each other. However, Yan Mo, who was watching the battle on the boat, seized the wands one by one.

The dragon followed them to the small town on the other side, its scales peeled off in the wind, the huge dragon tail disappeared, and it was the steward who landed in front of them.

"My boss was worried that all the distinguished guests would get lost, so he asked me to come here, revealing my true identity, please forgive me."

"...It turns out that the one called White Dragon is really a dragon..."

"Tsk, stop talking, Yan Mo is here!"

Yan Mo casually picked up someone's Gale II Style, and grinned grimly at them, "I'm resting in the cabin, and you all want to fly with the wind? Why don't you fly to the end of the world? What's the competition? Is it better to let me hear whose cry is more miserable?"

Headed by Shuten Doji, the prefect of Kagu who did not learn well, each of them was slapped on the palm by Enma one by one, using the broom tail that the classmate didn't trim well.

The magic wand captured by Yan Mo was finally in his hand. Yan Mo told them not to make trouble, not to leave the town, and if something happens, firework will be fired to remind them, and they have to buy things to weigh themselves. I won’t be penniless. I will pay you in advance.

The students nodded their heads timidly one by one, and dispersed away.

This town is obviously much bigger than the one next to their school, with crowds of people, and the things they sell are also weird. Ibaraki saw at least three or four shops, and the door marked authentic secret dried lizards, dried mice, and dried cicadas. At a glance, he could tell what monsters were surrounding the door, smelling the fragrance wafting from the store, his expression was extremely intoxicated.

He heard two students whispering behind him.

"...I originally wanted to go home and ask my uncle if he wanted to come, but it seems to be fine. My aunt's prototype is a giant lizard, and our whole family dare not mention any food related to lizards in front of her. Here, it feels like it's going to explode in minutes."

"Hey, then I saw the God of Harvest at Tangchi yesterday, the prototype of the radish essence, and I gnawed a radish in front of him..."

Ibaraki withdrew his attention, and at this time Shuten-douji brought up an animal head from some booth, Ibaraki looked familiar, and suddenly remembered that this was not the one that Shuten-douji used to hang on his shoulder.

There are not many fresh decorations on monsters. Females decorate with flowers and small fruits, or those young butterfly spirits. Males wear animal heads, animal tails, or feathers. It would be better if they are powerful monsters that they slaughtered by themselves. Of course, Ibaraki is not exempt, he has one on his left shoulder and one on his right shoulder, and they are still copper and iron animal heads cast by Ling craftsmen.Shuten-douji was obviously very interested in the animal head he mentioned, while his other hand was spread out, and in the palm was an anklet with a copper bell hanging from it.

"Don't you think... the color... goes well with the lines on your calf?"

Shuten-douji finally came up with a reason.

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