[Shaman King] He has a cat

It's snowing in the city.

Towards the end of the year, white snowflakes fall silently from the dark night sky, and warm yellow lights pass through the windows, casting square shadows on the snow.

By the time Shen Du finished writing his thesis at the end of the semester in the library and hurried home, the snow had already started to fall heavily, flakes of snow falling on the ends of his hair and scarves, and even the eyelashes were covered with tiny flakes of frost .

Rushing up the stairs, the moment she opened the door, bright lights and warm air came in. She threw down her backpack and threw herself on the sofa. The wide cloak opened to wrap her inside.

The heavy door closed abruptly behind, the cold air was blocked out, Shen Du leaned on Ma Cang Ye Wang's chest to relax, feeling his frozen body began to warm up slowly.

"……feel better now?"

King Ma Cang Ye appeared in the image of Paqihao today. The cloak, whether it was woven fabric or animal leather, was wide and soft, and it could easily cover both of them.

The only thing that is inconvenient is the silver breastplate under the neckline of his cloak. The ten priests of the Pachi tribe are served by different families, and each family has a special silver ornament as a status symbol. The eagle-wing shape he wears The silver medal is one of them, and if she remembers correctly, the current Pachi priest named Shiba also wears a silver medal of similar shape.

Although it's a bit awkward when leaning on it, as long as you avoid it, the broad shoulders can be used as pillows.She nestled in his arms, using him as a human-shaped heater, and nodded after a long while, wrapping the cloak around her more tightly with rustling.

"Your physique is inherently cold." He gently squeezed her red fingertips, and the leather gloves held her fingers, "Why don't you wear more when you go out today?"

"...I read the weather forecast."

The weather forecast did not say that today will suddenly drop in temperature.

Speaking of where he learned the description of having a cold constitution, he hasn't told her so far.

Two people and one cat nestled on the sofa, which seemed a little crowded, but fortunately, this was not a problem in the cold winter.The scenery outside the window reflected the city in the snowy night, every household hung up Christmas decorations, the street lamps on the side of the road hung their heads in the heavy snow, and the light particles fluttered with the snowflakes in the cold wind.

Paqihao's body temperature was slightly higher than that of Ma Cang Ye Wang and Ma Cang Hao. It may also be that she came back from the outside just now. Compared with the temperature difference, he felt that his embrace was especially warm.

The heating was turned on in the apartment, and after staying in Pachi's arms wrapped in a large cloak for a while, Shen Du felt a little hot, so he opened a corner of the cloak and was about to slip out.

"Are you going to leave after you've used me up?" He said something that could easily be misunderstood, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught her back, wrapped her around her waist, and pulled her back into his arms.

Shen Du scowled: "...that's right."

Paqi smiled inexplicably, his long brown hair slid down his shoulders, he hugged her from behind, his two arms wrapped around her waist, she twisted his arms, trying hard to escape from his arms , failed for half a day.

She looked at Gu Zong, and the cat silently looked away again, and jumped off the sofa.

"?"

Shen Du was tired, she had just returned from writing her dissertation, her health bar had bottomed out, and she didn't have the energy to waste with this god who had been at home all day.She reluctantly changed her words: "...because it's too hot."

"Your temperature is too high." She complained, turned her head to look at him, but quickly looked away.

Patch got closer, and the voice of bending over and talking sounded close to her ears.

"What's the matter?" He's always asking her recently, "What were you thinking just now?"

"..."

Shen Du gave up struggling, and replied without emotion: "I'm thinking about Shiba."

As soon as he loosened his grip on her, she was about to leave the sofa when her field of vision suddenly turned, and the light on the ceiling was quickly covered by a shadow. He pushed her onto the sofa and asked with a smile:

"What are you thinking about him?"

The long cloak was hanging down, Patch was smiling, and the brown-red eyes were slightly narrowed, and the arc looked a little dangerous.

Shen Du didn't feel any sense of crisis, she picked up the pillow next to him and pressed it directly on his face.

"I'm thinking you two look a little alike."

There are subtle similarities in figure, facial features, and even hairstyle.

She let go of her hand, and the pillow fell down, Paqihao seemed to be stunned for a moment, the silver earrings of the pentagram stopped shaking, and the whole person was still for a moment.

"Do you care?" His deep voice was stained with a smile, and he suddenly leaned over, closing the already short distance between the two.

"Want to know?"

Shen Du hugged the pillow: "...Why are you so happy all of a sudden."

Patchy raised his hand, pulled the loose hair around her ear, and when he pinned it back, his gloved fingers brushed her ear. The leather glove was soft, and it may have been used for many years. Relationship, it feels very comfortable.

"I'm not married." He looked at her and said, "I didn't leave any children in that life."

"However, it is a fact that that guy has a similar bloodline to me in this life." He bent his eyes and said with a smile, "After all, we are all from the same branch of the Pachi tribe."

His second life was the longest one.When he laughed, at such a close distance, she saw a little line around his eyes, unexpectedly... unexpectedly attractive.

Shen Du looked away.

"Why don't you look at me?" Paqihao caressed her face, the temperature in his palm was very hot, and the action of holding her cheek made her chest tight for no reason, as if her heart was gently held by an invisible thing .

"A'Du."

She looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window, and the heating in the room cast a thin layer of veil on the glass window.

"...Because I'm not used to it."

What she is most familiar with is the image of King Ma Cang Ye as a great onmyoji thousands of years ago, and she also got along with Ma Cang Hao who looks like a boy thousands of years later, but only Paqi Hao 500 years ago, she and him in that life have nothing to do through any intersection.

Paqihao is not the same as his other two lives. Ma Canghao is a descendant of the Ma Cang family. In appearance, he has many similarities with the Great Onmyoji from thousands of years ago. , are slightly different from King Ma Cang Ye.

The color of the pupils is different, and the height is also different. Most of the Indians are nomads. Years of sun exposure have made his skin a healthy wheat color. His shoulders are broad and thick, and the texture of his arms and waist is smooth and firm. The smell on her body is also different from the great Onmyoji in her impression, it smells like the incense left by some kind of burning tree.

The touch of her fingertips rubbing her cheek brought her back to her senses, Shen Du turned her head, and Paqi asked her in a low voice: "Then do you want to get used to it?"

"..." Her heart tightened, she coughed lightly, and looked around calmly, "Where's the stock sect?"

Patch laughed and said, "It's already gone."

"..."

... stock sect! !

But the cat that has lived for thousands of years has long gone to nowhere.

Paqi Hao took off the pillow in her hand and threw it on the carpet next to the sofa, Shen Du raised his hand to cover his face: "Wait a minute."

The warm breath stayed on the side of his neck, he paused, and slightly raised his body: "Do you have another paper tomorrow?"

"...Not really." After handing in the last paper of this semester, she is now officially on Christmas break.

"Can't it be tonight?" The silver earrings dangled, and the long brown hair slid down and fell on her chest, allowing Patch to hold her face.

The body temperature was too close, the breath fell on the face, and a strange tingling sensation rose along the spine. Even though he hadn't done anything, his body was already tense and hot because of the premonition.

"..." The memory of the past is really troublesome.

Shen Du's face was expressionless, he sank into the sofa motionless, and even wanted to stretch out his hand to hook the pillow that fell on the carpet.

He leaned close to her eyes and whispered with a smile: "Do you want to touch it?"

As he spoke, he took her hand and put her fingers on his face.

She wanted to say, don't tempt her anymore, she was so tired after handing in her thesis today, she just wanted to lie on the sofa for a while, but by the time she realized it, she had already stroked his browbones and the bridge of his nose.

Like a cartographer who draws a map, carefully describe, feel, and remember the outline of his facial features.

Compared with the Great Onmyoji in Heianjing, the priests of the Pachi Tribe have deeper facial features and sharper facial features.Her fingers ran along his forehead, cheeks, and came to his jaw.

The habit of wearing silver earrings seems to have been formed in this life, and even the pattern of the pentagram earrings is exactly the same as in the third life.

If you think about it carefully, Ma Canghao's dressing style is probably influenced a lot by Paqihao of the second life.

"What material is this cloak made of?" Shen Du's academic research spirit suddenly surged up.She touched the clothes on his body and asked excitedly, "Is this buckskin? Buffalo leather? Or plant fiber? Like nettle?"

"...all of them."

Patch laughed amusedly, and guided her to touch the edge of the clothes printed and dyed with geometric patterns.

"This one is woven."

As for the warm part of the cloak, it is buckskin.

Shen Du touched him everywhere, his eyes were bright: "What about these feathers?" What is this circle of feathers hanging on the outer edge of his cloak?

He sighed and explained gently: "These are eagle feathers. Eagle feathers are a symbol of glory in the Pachi culture, and they are also considered to be a medium that can connect with great spirits."

"Oh?" She laughed, "Then you are pretty good."

The Pachi priest wrapped in a cloak really looks a bit like an eagle perched on a high mountain.

He held her left hand. They both wore the same silver ring on their ring fingers. His warm palm covered the back of her hand. He rubbed the ring on the heel of his finger and told her patiently: "People of the Pachi tribe like Wearing silver jewelry, you wear silver jewelry when you get married, and turquoise also has a special meaning."

Patch took her hand up and kissed the knuckle of her ring finger.

"I think you'd like something simpler, without the turquoise."

Indeed it is.

Shen Du opened his hand and looked at the silver ring on his ring finger.

"Hey, so you did this?"

Unexpectedly, as the second generation of the Pachi clan, he also learned these skills.

"It's okay if you don't do it yourself." Paqi looked at her well, "It's a tradition."

Shen Du: "Unexpectedly, you will also follow the tradition one day."

He smiled and leaned over to kiss her at that moment.She unconsciously tightened the cloak around his shoulders, then slowly relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging his back.

The snowflakes fell silently, the temperature in the room was gentle and hot, the kiss was very shallow at first, and soon parted after a light touch, he held her face in his arms, his fingers passed through the hair behind her ears, and the delicate kiss fell on her On the eyebrows, nose, and cheeks, she was itchy by him, and she couldn't help scratching his back while holding back her laughter.

She grabbed the cloak on his back and was about to speak when he leaned his head close to her and took her breath in.

The water got deeper.

When she surfaced again, her breathing became a little short, she tried to take a deep breath, her limp body sank into the sofa, Paqihao raised his hand, bit off the big glove, and whispered softly in her ear:

"look at me."

She raised her eyelids.Maybe it's because of the long interval, maybe it's because of the strange yet familiar shape, the heart has been beating restlessly in the chest cavity, the strangeness made the five senses particularly sharp, she stared at the brown-red pupils, he His fingers were a little rough, with thin calluses on their pads.

The light and shadow in the brown-red pupils changed, fluctuating like the surface of water.

After a blank pause, the voice overflowed, she raised her neck, turned her head and buried her face in the back of the sofa next to her.

As the body temperature rose, a thin layer of water radiated from the soft skin at some point, and the blood vessels on the side of the neck seemed to be beating with the breath. He kissed her skin, and hugged her slightly convulsed body with the other hand, Press her firmly into his arms.

"...You are so heavy." The voice was in his throat.

Patch looked up, and he held her cheek to turn her away.

The temperature of his palm was very hot.

"Look at me, A'Du."

The snow outside the window is still falling.

The snowflakes melted into water droplets on the glass window, and the soft water flowed and overflowed. When the slightly out-of-focus vision became clear again, the lights on the ceiling were mottled and far away. The gloved hand—

Very hot.

The feeling of melting is completely strange, different from the first life.

She put her arms around his neck.

Consciousness became a little trance, she looked at the dangling earrings, silver pentagram earrings and long brown hair always give people a gorgeous feeling, she couldn't say why.

Patch hugged her well and kissed her reddened earlobe.

"In this life, you are mine too."

The author has something to say:

①The cultural customs of the Pachi people are privately established.

Ma Cang Ye Wang stayed in hell for 900 years, and stayed in the human world for 100 years. If the time of being Ma Cang Hao is counted as 15 years, the original Ma Cang Ye Wang lived for almost 30 years. He lived for about 55 years, but this story adds ten years to King Ma Cangye’s life, pushing his birth date forward by ten years, which means that King Ma Cangye lived to be 40 years old. Lived to be 45 years old.

[I don’t know why I’m seriously calculating his age in each life]

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