Don't come here, I'm not a random person!

At night in Tokyo, there are not only human beings inhabiting, behind the brightly lit streets, there are countless pairs of small eyes on the dark side, which belongs to the world of monsters and monsters.

Nura Rikusheng is the third generation of the Tokyo monster organization Nuragumi, a half-demon with a quarter bloodline.

Since the bloodline was not pure enough from his father's generation, in his generation, the thin bloodline will only show its demonic side at night.

Like a curse passed down from generation to generation, the descendants of the Nuliang group will not be able to produce the next generation of offspring unless they combine with humans. Although this problem has been solved in the hands of the third generation young master, Nuliang Lusheng, it is said that the curse of the fox still exists. Continuation in the blood of this family.

But the parties know that this is pure nonsense.

Nura Rikusho, who walks freely in the night, is wearing a kimono, and his clogs fall lightly to the ground. Holding the spiritual knife Mikimaru, he silently slashes across a monster that is running amok and wants to attack humans. The half-black and half-white long Under the influence of the demon power, the hair flew upwards obliquely, and there were monster and evil eyes on a handsome face, and the blood-like eyes stopped on the floating things on the water.

The increasingly calm Nuragumi III rarely showed a look of astonishment in front of his subordinates.

The night is gradually turning pale, and the vast rays of light rushing out of the horizon through the mountains and the sea cover the surface of the earth equally. The biological clock of the human body spontaneously speeds up metabolism in this warm sunlight. He turned over and muttered a few words...suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his face full of bewilderment.

The Japanese-style bedroom in front of him was so unfamiliar that Fukiishi scratched his messy hair.

"Where am I?"

"Ahhh! Are you awake?"

Just in a daze, the second wife of Nu Liang's family smiled and opened the paper door, Fuping the folds of the hem of the kimono and knelt down in front of her.

Nuliang Wakana: "Great, just in time for breakfast!"

"..." Facing such a natural and dumb answer, Fukiishi raised an equally enthusiastic smile, "Sister, can I change my clothes first?"

"Ah, I'm here to give you clothes."

Nura Wakana held her face and was delighted by the elder sister's call. Fukiishi looked at the thing she pushed over, and was surprised to find that it was a bright yellow kimono with handballs printed on it.

"Can't wear it?"

Noticing her hesitation, Nura Wakana bent her eyes and said, "I'll help you."

"...I'm sorry to trouble you." Fuishi stood up blushing, knowing that even the pajamas he was wearing belonged to someone else's house, and the one he was wearing would probably be useless after falling into the river.

Don't expect the quality of staff uniforms in convenience stores to be that good.

Fukiishi sighed deeply, standing obediently as the doll of the hostess of a good slave, thinking that he had neglected his duty and left the entire convenience store where it was, and the police would come later. You can’t lose things if you lose them, but Work……

Definitely gone.

Thinking about it makes my heart feel like a knife, and I can hardly breathe.

Fukiishi: "Sister, is it too tight?" She silently looked down at the kimono that was about to flatten her chest. Are traditional Japanese clothes so cruel?

Nuliang Wakana blinked, "Ah! It's really that Fukiishi is too thin. If I'm not careful, I'll help you relax."

After some more grooming, Fuishi's fine short hair was pinned with a cloth flower hair ornament.

Looking at his strange self in the mirror, Fukiishi wisely kept silent.

"It's so beautiful, girls just want to dress up beautifully," Nuliang Wakana smiled and bent her eyes that couldn't see the passage of time, her clear smile was as bright as a sunflower, "My Lu Sheng was obedient when he was young. Let me do it, I really don’t listen to anything when I grow up.”

Fuishi blinked, "Sister, I wanted to ask just now, the Lu Sheng you mentioned is not the one I thought of, right?"

Nuliang Wakana also blinked, "Don't you remember, Fukiishi? You are in the same class as my Lu Sheng in junior high school. This is..."

"Nura Mansion!"

Fukiishi, who hadn't changed his complexion after experiencing so many inexplicable situations early in the morning, now turned pale.

Why would she have this reaction?Then I have to mention the last time I came to Nuliang's mansion.

At that time, Fukiishi was still very naive. He listened to the teacher's words and sent class notes to the nice classmate who asked for leave and didn't attend class, and then...she came out sideways.

It is normal to have water slipping under your feet. It is expected that a nail will appear on a good ground. A bucket suddenly falls from above your head. You can still dodge it with your agility, but the key is, whoever flies in the sky is a human being. Head?

Concentrating on exploring what it was, she was jet-lagged, and was hit hard into the small pond in the yard, and fell unconscious on the spot.

Thinking of the days when he lived in the hospital for several days and spent most of his savings, Fuishi burst into tears.

I don't want to see the feeling of Nuliang Rikusheng in this life.

Nuliang Wakana said nonchalantly at this time: "Well, yes, Lu Sheng picked you up, he is such a good boy, right? I found you sleeping outside and brought you back because I was afraid that you would catch a cold. Wet by the night mist, but luckily I didn't catch a cold."

Mrs. Nuliang who said so smiled and folded her hands together.

Fukiishi: "...what?"

I don't know where the other party heard the saying, but it will not be surprising when she meets Nura Rikuo.

The mansion of Nura who let himself hold the bank/card subconsciously and threw it deep in his memory, now when he sees the grown-up Nura Rikusheng with such a gentle smile, Fukiishi can't pretend to be stupid.

Simply seeing that there was no one else in the room, he picked up the small table in front of him and came to him.

Blowing Stone: "Squeeze."

Nuliang Rikusheng pushed his glasses, and moved them meekly to the side to make room.

The half-demon young master in the daytime is a gentle and kind old man, and his appearance is also different from that of himself in the night state.

In Fukiishi's eyes, the chestnut short hair and appearance obviously followed Mrs. Wakana who changed her clothes, so before she knew the "truth" of the night, she was the first to thank her.

"You saved me yesterday, right? Thank you."

Lusheng Nuliang smiled with a good temper, and shook his head: "It's okay, but Fukiishi, are you in any trouble?"

Fukiishi noticed that when talking about troubles, a cold light rolled in the eyes of the gentle and kind old man, the kind that even glasses could not block.

"..." Although she wanted to rub her eyes to make sure if she was wrong, she still restrained her hands and said honestly, "I'm unlucky."

Nuliang Lu Sheng fell silent.

Others may not understand Fukiishi's words, but Rikuo Nura, who has seen her tragic appearance at home, cannot possibly not know what she is talking about.

"Your physique... hasn't recovered after all these years?"

he said dryly.

In Nuliang Rikusheng's understanding, Fukiishi's physique is like some people who are not sensitive to monsters. In the words of an onmyoji, they have no fate, so they will never see monsters in their entire life, while some people are sensitive to monsters so they can always be surprised. Weird stuff entangles, but Blowing Stone is right in between.

He was sure that Fukiishi could see the monster, but she couldn't form an effective connection with the monster, because the "accident" cut off the possibility of her "witnessing" and then "recognition".

Then since the entity cannot be witnessed, cognition naturally does not exist.

So Nuliang Rikusheng is very puzzled by Fukiishi's attitude of insisting that there are monsters in the world.

Fuishi ate the nutritious, delicious Japanese-style mother's breakfast. She stirred the clear miso soup with chopsticks, gulped it down, and then patted her bulging belly with satisfaction.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect you to lie now."

Nuliang Lusheng, who was eating pickled radish, heard the words and smiled without blinking: "The fact that the girl fell into the river and went down the river made my mother sound a little too exciting."

Thinking back to the lady with the bright smile, Fukiishi agreed.

"I think so."

Nuliang Rikusheng bent his eyes, swallowed the last mouthful of rice, and sat on the edge of the corridor with Fukiishi.

Looking at the sky, the ground, and the garden, Fuishi is only thankful that today is Saturday, otherwise she would not have time to enjoy the good morning air here.

Nuliang Lusheng next door to her was holding hot tea in her hand, which was brought by a super beautiful young lady. She also had a cup in her hand. The warm green tea warmed her cold fingertips. Fukiishi took a deep breath with the plant The air of breath, the eyebrows and eyes are gluttonous.

The fragrance of tea was thick and the mist was misty, and Nura Rikusheng said as if he hadn't spoken: "Fukiishi, do you still believe that there are monsters in the world?" His tone was flat like the dewdrops in the morning mist that would disappear as soon as the sun shines.

But it fell into Chuanshi's ears, and she replied without hesitation: "Of course!"

Nuliang Rikusheng turned his head, the smile on his brows was like a red sun rising slowly but undeniably into the sky, bit by bit, shining brightly in the whole world.

"That's good."

Fukiishi looked at him in a daze, and realized that the meaning in his smile was too deep for her to understand.

Soon, Nura Rikuo put away such a smiling face and quietly stared at the huge cherry blossom tree in the garden ahead.

Let alone the cherry blossoms that have lived for a hundred years seem to have more or less strange characteristics. For example, this is obviously not the season of blooming, but the pale pink petals will still swirl and fall into the tea soup. Whispering.

The tranquility of this morning almost made Fuishi forget the tragedy of his last visit, he was completely intoxicated by the warmth of the tea soup, and the flowers bloomed for a moment.

however……

What would it be like to leave a patient suffering from paranormal rejection symptoms alone in a monster's mansion?

"Three generations, be careful!"

The screams belonging to the monster hair prostitute, and a spinning head bring the noisy life of the day.

"Clap!"

The teacup held in Fukiishi's hand fell to the ground, and Nuliang Rikusheng twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the head of the headless monster with circles around his eyes.

The teacup feels warm to the touch through the cup wall, in other words, the tea is boiling hot after all.

Fuishi was attacked from behind, and suddenly she knocked over the tea cup immediately, scalding hot water flowed all over the back of her hands, and she didn't know whether to cover her head or hug her hands first because of the pain.

Hearing Fuishi's intermittent groans/groans, Nuliang Lusheng, who knew she was in pain, had a tinge of anger in his eyes. Relying on the fact that Fuishi had no time to pay attention to him, he raised his headless head and threw it at Mao Changhao, shaking towards Mao Changhao's guilt-ridden eyes. Shake your head.

Mao Changju automatically interpreted the meaning of her third generation's purpose, and quickly conveyed it to all the monsters in the mansion.

The third generation has a life, treat the girl who may be the third generation's wife well!

All of a sudden, all the monsters in the room were boiling.

Mrs. Third!

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