[Sesshomaru] Hold you between your fingers

This is an episode that took place on a sunny and sunny day.

Xiaowanzi, the cool boy who always sees his head but never sees his tail, has gone to a mountain lair to fight with monsters again.So, only Ye Xiaoxiao, Ling and Xiejian were left.

The interlude begins here.

"Wow, bell is done!"

There was unconcealable excitement in her immature voice.In Ling's raised hand was a piece of colorful paper.

"Hey, I've finished it too!" Xie Jian's tone was also full of excitement, and his two green paws snorted lightly on the paper a few times before raising them up.

One person and one demon looked at each other, and then, two villains who were almost the same size got together and observed each other——

"Pfft-"

"Pfft-"

The two laughed out loud almost at the same time.

"Grandpa Xie Jian, are you painting yourself? That's so strange... Puff Chi..."

"It's strange, why is it so strange? As an important follower of Lord Sesshomaru's future kingdom, I will definitely dress gorgeously in the future!" Having said this, Xie Jian glanced at the drawing paper in Yanling's hand again, He continued to say——

"Besides, you are the weird one. I drew two skinny guys like bamboo poles, a green thing like a tree stump, and a red rag on it. It looks even weirder!"

The little girl's eyes widened when she was told, she seemed to be a little angry, and refuted loudly.

"The bell is not a bamboo pole! It's not a tree stump! It's not a rag! It's Sesshomaru-sama and Xiaoxiao! And bell and..."

"It's a bamboo pole! It's a tree stump! It's a rag!"

Wrong views have not regressed at all, who told this strange kid to despise his "brilliant and great image" in the future, hum ╭(╯^╰)╮!

At the same time, a clear voice sighed happily: "It's almost finished." After speaking, the handsome young man stretched his waist and stretched his muscles and bones.

One person and one demon stopped their mouthing, and came behind the young man in a swish.

"Wow……"

"This……"

Almost at the same time, voices of different lengths sounded behind Ye Xiaoxiao, and there was deep admiration in them.

without him.Because on this piece of white paper, there is a young man with silver hair up to his knees, with a crescent moon between his brows, wearing a demon helmet that complements the red plum blossoms, his nose is straight and straight, and half of his golden eyes seem to be filled with coldness in the resolute silhouette facing him. Brilliance, daunting yet obsessively mesmerizing.