Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The black-haired god who was traveling alone looked at the brochure in his hand. Basically, it was a floating dream who had nothing to do all day and inserted the brochure back. On the cover was a local sightseeing and travel guide.I don't think it's rude to enter other gods without any notice at all, and it can even be said to be a provocative behavior, but it is obvious that the wayward double-faced god has no such thoughts in his head.

"I remember this place seems to be..." Fumeng stopped, looked at the shrine in front of him, and suddenly showed a disgusted expression. He stood in front of the vermilion torii gate, the wind stopped blowing, and the clouds and birds in the sky They all stagnated, the shadows remained unchanged, and even the pedestrians who worshiped around them stopped.

"I probably haven't said it, but it looks like it's not too late now."

The black-haired and white-clothed god said to the silent space, the next moment the white clothes on his body turned into starry night and black, and the golden eyes on the black cloth opened, "I hate mice." The next second after the voice fell, dozens of A pitch-black shadow sprang out from the shadow under his feet, and those shadows had a unified shape, like a long knife and a whip, attacking all around.

A figure flew out from the darkness, Janus turned his head, and suddenly stretched out his hand, the black aura overflowed his hand, gradually entangled and gathered, compressed and elongated, and finally turned into a pitch-black spear, the movement of floating dreams Incomparably light, he threw the □□ out, and the □□ turned into a black flash, directly attacking the figure who was still dodging the shadow.

Hearing a "puchi", he passed through the opponent's body and fixed him on the tree, and dozens of shadows turned into sharp knives, piercing his limbs.

The two-faced god was silent for a while, the aura that turned into black dissipated in the air, the shadow shrank back docilely like a tamed beast, but the body that should have fallen dissipated like a phantom. "Are you running away?" The space that was deliberately cut out was restored to its original shape. The young god tilted his head, and the black cloth on his face swayed slightly with his movements. He looked at the god who came out, "I have long admired your name——"

"God Ebisu."

The black-haired man in a suit is the Ebisu god of this generation. He was silent for a while, and then asked, "I don't know, what's the purpose of the double-faced god coming here? And." He paused, his eyes looked Glancing at the tree that had been used as a fixed object before, "There was also a battle in front of my shrine."

The Two-faced God wearing starry night slowly opened the folding fan, covering the lower half of his face, "It's just that there is a little mouse. You guys are very well informed, but I think you also hate the feeling of being watched." What?" His words were surprising, and seemed to imply something inside, but Ebisu didn't want to have a deep friendship with the other party, and just put on a very official attitude, "If you have nothing to do, I will leave first."

The golden eye on the black-clothed god's face cloth was like the sun, it seemed to see through everything, there was nothing to escape under the sun, in a trance, Ebisu thought he saw the sky, but soon he came back to his senses. "Then please, God Yebisu." Yebisu nodded at the other party, turned and left.

The wind blows the hem and sleeves of the black clothes, and there seem to be stars twinkling in the movement. The two-faced god shows a cold smile behind the cloth, and the golden pupils have no emotion, only pure indifference, which is interesting.

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Yato looked at the young god who was sitting in front of the TV and was watching human programs, and felt very strange, "I remember that you seemed to like going out before, why haven't you gone out recently?" The reason for saying this is because Before, I often received messages from Fumeng, asking him to send some things about human beings, such as food, fashion, Go games, etc., but suddenly one day, the other party stopped sending such messages. It made Yato a little concerned, so he came over to take a look.

Fumeng, who was concentrating on watching the home-cooked food program broadcast on TV without raising his head, asked abruptly, "Yato, who have you met recently?" Just such an ordinary question, Letting Yeto break out in cold sweat, he hesitated, not knowing whether he should say it or not. "Tea, please." It was cold, like the crisp sound of metal colliding. The girl with mercury eyes was wearing a silver-blue kimono and put the teacup in front of him. She wore a Katyusha on her long hair and a white The apron shows the identity of the other party.

Maid?A doubt flashed in Yato's mind.

Suddenly, the room fell into an eerie silence, and none of the three people spoke.This kind of atmosphere did not get better until the drug seller walked in. He sat down at the low table, and his aqua blue pupils flashed a gleam of clarity, "Kree, this is Yato." The young girl has a pair of organic eyes, she stared at Yato steadfastly, as if a machine was scanning, and after a few seconds, she said: "Cressbey, this is the first time meeting Yato-sama."

The atmosphere seemed to have eased, but Fumeng spoke again, freezing the atmosphere, "I always feel that you have a very annoying smell." The black-haired young god turned his head and looked at Yato. Suddenly, he stretched out Take a shot, use the remote control to change the channel, and now it has changed from a gourmet show to a bloody family ethics drama.But Fumeng didn't care, he went on to say: "Although it's not very good to say that, but, Yato."

Yato held his breath, listening to what he said next, only to hear the young man with long black hair say in a serious tone: "Yato, you stink." What?Yetou's eyes became confused for an instant, and he couldn't help but speak out what was in his heart, only to hear Fumeng repeat affirmatively again: "You are so stinky." Yetou came back to his senses, "Huh?!!! I don't stink ?!!!"

Hearing his question, Janus seemed quite troubled, covering his mouth and nose with his wide sleeve, "Really, like, a pile of rotting meat and bones, fermented in the swamp for several months mixed with rotting plants The smell of the gas coming out." The young man tilted his head slightly, and asked without any concealment or fear, "Have you touched the underworld?"

The purple-haired Fu Jinshen was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, as if giving up, "Ah, your nose is too sensitive." Fumeng thought for a while, "No, to be precise, it's contact. You who have passed through have come into contact with Huangquan." Even if it is a very faint breath, which is equivalent to nothing, it is very obvious in Fumeng.Yato was a little hesitant to tell Fumeng, although he didn't know what Fumeng was thinking, but undoubtedly, in Yato's heart, the two were friends.He has an unbearable past, and the shadows created by those pasts still follow him like a gangrene. He knows that Floating Dream is a god from another world, but he hesitates to tell him.

"If you're worried about me, then there's no need." The slender boy held hot tea. He had such a young appearance, but his hobbies were quite simple. "Not long ago, I met a strange guy."

"It's obviously a human being, but it looks like a god."

"Do you know such a person?" Yato's pupils tightened, and he turned his head to look at the people around him suddenly. The sky blue and non-human pupils were like a beast, and the pupils were sharp.

The double-faced god didn't care, and said one sentence after another. "No, you must know."

"Because I've smelled it since the first time we met."

"A similar taste, the smell of Huangquan."

"Hidden under the smell of stench and decay, the cold and gloomy smell, the smell of the dead."

"Boom." The teacup in his hand was placed on the table, and the god who had seen through everything asked, "So, who is it?"

Yato lowered his head, was silent for a long time, and finally spit out his past.

"That is, my 'father'."

After quietly listening to Yato's past, Yato, who seemed to be waiting for a trial, suddenly heard a subtle tone from the young god, who seemed to hate iron but was speechless, "Ah, your gods here, It really is trash." The word trash was smashed down heavily, and Yato was dizzy, and he said dumbfoundedly: "Who told you to say this." But there is no doubt that his heart relaxed.

Fumeng tilted his head, "Can't you say it?" He turned his body to the TV, at least judging from his body movements, he was watching a family ethics drama that was being played on TV. Holding a piece of senbei, he watched the TV series and concluded: "In general, no matter what it is, it is very childish." Like a toddler who was born not long ago, no matter whether it is strength, Whether it's a conspiracy or not, everything is so simple and easy to understand.

Yato was lying on the table, in a completely relaxed state, "You said it simply." As if thinking of something, he turned his head and asked in a low voice: "So who are you?" His identity is everything, on the contrary, the current so-called 'double-faced god' is probably fabricated by the other party and used to fool him.To be precise, Yato felt that in human society, someone used a false identity to apply for a certificate, and the truth was based on the false.

It seemed that the young god who was obsessed with watching the drama did not answer his question. Yato sighed, and looked at the other two people who kept their expressions unchanged. The young man with light blond hair took a sip of tea and had no intention of explaining at all. , the purple-haired Mitsujin looked hopelessly at the last hope, the mercury-haired girl.Claire's face was paralyzed, her silvery eyes seemed to be in focus like the lenses of a camera, and finally, she opened her mouth, "Your Majesty..." She paused, then closed it completely Mouth.

Yato, who was looking forward to it, waited for a long time without waiting for the next sentence. He made a row of question marks in his heart, "It's gone?" "Return Your Majesty! Hurry up and tell me!!" Like brown sugar, so annoying.Fumeng thought with a blank face, he raised his hand, reluctantly stretched out a finger, pressed it against Yato's forehead, and then pushed him away indifferently.

"Irreverents, don't back down."

Yato rolled his eyes, "I'll find out sooner or later!"

['Irreverent'.

"Irreverent". 】