Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

The sky is blue, and the water vapor condenses into white clouds, drifting away.

On the vast blue sky, an inconspicuous little black spot got into the cloud, and then broke through the cloud, moving hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

It is the Manned Spaceflight Mantra Spirit, Xiaobao.and the three passengers on its back.

Ayin lowered her body, clutching the handle of the umbrella tightly, letting herself curl up in the shadow under the purple umbrella, letting the howling wind mess her hair, even eating a few strands of hair in her mouth, she refused to let go Open for a second.

Xiaobao is moving forward at full speed, and his body feels more exciting than a roller coaster.Thanks to the special material of the umbrella made by the Chanyuan, otherwise the ribs of the umbrella would be blown off at this time.

A Yin spat out the strands of hair she had bitten into her mouth, and her voice was crushed intermittently by the wind, so she could only increase the volume output, almost using a roar to remind someone who was having fun.

"Your Excellency Wujo! Don't lean out anymore, be careful! You will really fall!!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the cold wind filled his mouth. Ayin coughed and squinted his eyes to see the white-haired young man at the front of the mantra, with a tense expression on his face.

Wutiao stood on the top of the curse spirit's head, his snow-white long hair was blown wildly by the strong wind, messy, but I didn't care, he put his hand on his brow bone and looked into the distance, regardless of how far away it was from the ground. At a height of a thousand meters, he leaned forward with a look of amazement.

"Wow--"

He moved forward another two centimeters, and at this time half of his body was leaning out of the curse spirit, which made Ah Yin's heart skip a beat.

They suddenly penetrated into the cloud, and their vision was covered by a vast expanse of whiteness. Within a few seconds, the curse spirit rushed out of the cloud, leaving the white cloud far behind.

Wutiao uncovered the blindfold, and his blue eyes overflowed with childlike excitement. Twenty thousand miles underground, far fields, fields, lakes, big rivers, green grasslands, lush dense forests, curling smoke and Villagers are all gathered in those blue eyes.

Looking down from a height, Gojo is not the first time.He can achieve the volley state with the spell, but the feeling is different.

Too high, too fast, the scenery passing by in a few breaths is as short as fireworks, gorgeous and precious.

Ayin's call came from behind, with a bit of worry and anxiety: "Your Excellency Wutiao, you step back a little, it's too dangerous!"

Ayin felt bald in all sincerity, as if she was taking care of a neighbor's cub, no matter what she told her, the cub would poke her head out of the window on the highway... helpless and tired.

Is this naive man really the head of the house?How is their family? ?

"Don't worry about him, it's mine if he falls to his death."

Such cruel and ruthless words, you can tell who it came from as soon as you hear them.

However, after spending a few days with them, Ayin gradually got used to it.

She sighed, turned around following the sound, and her eyes froze in the next second.

The black-haired young man on the other side of the curse spirit is calm and Buddhist, as if he is in a different world from Ayin and Wujo.

The long black hair of the Buddhist monastery was tied low by a headband, and even in the strong wind, it still remained undisturbed. He sat upright with one hand on his lap, and a dark, stain-resistant tablecloth was spread in front of him. Pastries and tea rested on it, pressing the four corners of the tablecloth to prevent it from flying away.

He closed his eyes and took a sip of the warm tea.

Elegant and dignified.

It was in stark contrast to an older and immature child on the head of the curse spirit who wanted to ride the wind.

A Yin: ...

Her pupils trembled, and she pointed tremblingly at the monastery and his afternoon tea: "Where did these things come from?"

Be yourself, man.

Ever since she became a ghost, Ah Yin has become accustomed to a life of never-ending meals. The principle of not eating people is here, and she must endure the scorching hunger every moment.

After being drawn into the group by the two heads of the family, Ah Yin's life became even more difficult.Not only did she have to suffer from hunger, but she also had to endure the temptation of these two thin-blooded people, and she gnawed on the blood bag to live every day.It's like a jade plate with delicacies in front of you, but you can only chew dry bread in your mouth.

The most miserable thing came, she was chewing bread, and the two patriarchs were eating fine clothes. Although she couldn't eat human food, who was not an ordinary human being.

Just looking at the exquisitely shaped pastries on the tablecloth, my mouth waters...

Woo.uncomfortable.

At this time, Wujo had been entertaining himself all morning, and finally let go of tossing Manu Ling's head and Ayin's little heart, walked back from the front of Manu Ling, sat down cross-legged on the opposite seat in the Zen courtyard, and twitched A piece of pastry is placed in the mouth.

"Oh, it's been a long time before I knew it, and I almost didn't feel hungry. Fortunately, there is Your Excellency in the Zen Garden." Wutiao happily chewed the sweet cake, pretending not to see the few sharp eyes whizzing by the Zen Academy.

"I didn't take your share." The black-haired young man said coolly, "You ate A Yin's share, what will she do?"

Is it the upbringing of the Gojo family to rob women of food?

Wu Tiao choked, and he silently glanced at A Yin who had been frozen for a long time like a sculpture.

"Ayin, do you want to eat?" He politely looked at the sweet cake that was only half left in his hand.

As for A Yin, when she heard the Zen Academy say, "This is for her", she suddenly felt balanced. She sat on the other side of the tablecloth, shook her head with a smile.

"I can't eat human food. Just give it to Your Excellency Wutiao." Compared to this, she was more curious, "I obviously didn't see that Your Excellency Zenyuan brought burdens. Where did these things come from?"

Can't eat human things...

In other words, is the recipe only for humans?The ghost situation is more serious than he imagined.

Chanyuanhui pondered for a while, then looked at A Yin: "It's the effect of my technique. It can seal things into the shadow and carry them with you."

Ayin: "...Doraemon's different-dimensional pocket?"

"Ok?"

"No, it's okay." A Yin wiped her face, thinking that it's no wonder they were dressed in simple clothes when they first met, and the space system was too convenient.

As for Wutiao, after Ayin refused to eat, he stuffed all the cakes into his mouth happily. At the end, he rarely found his conscience and asked: "Then Ayin has not eaten all the time, won't he be hungry?"

"I worked in a hospital before, and I took some blood bags, which can cushion my stomach for now." A Yin forced a smile.

she is hungry!She is hungry!

But she dare not say it!

It's too difficult, it's too difficult to be a good ghost these days, and it's too difficult to survive under the hands of a magician.

"..." Wutiao stopped talking.

Before rewinding the blindfold, he took one last look at Ayin.

The girl's white hair is coiled up, the flower hairpin is inserted in her hair, and the purple umbrella is leaning on her shoulders. Her red pupils are drooping and dim, and her depressed feelings are brewing into fog.

Ah, what a pity.

Well, it's because the girl gave him her pastries.

Wutiao sighed softly, as if he was compromising, but also as if his heart was softening. He patted A Yin's shoulder, which made the ghost girl tremble in fright, and exploded like a cat.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't be nervous, it's like I'm going to kill you." Wutiao muttered dissatisfiedly, and he waved to Ayin, "Come here."

Wutiao and a half did not have the etiquette of a big family. He licked the sugar stains on his fingertips with the tip of his tongue, and then flipped his wrists, and the wide cuffs slid down, revealing his fair wrists. His skin was almost transparent in the sun, and it was sweet The blood vessels and veins in his skin were submerged under the skin, which caught Ayin's attention in an instant.

Ah Yin couldn't help but straighten her eyes, approaching him and approaching him again.

Wujo slightly raised his hand, and sure enough, he saw that Ayin's eyes drifted with his movements, firmly nailed to his blood-scented wrist.

He lowered his voice, like the bewitching of a sea monster: "Are you hungry?"

Ayin swallowed: "..."

"Want to eat?"

He shook his hand again, deliberately teasing: "If you want it, I will give it to you."

"Hungry..." A Yin's response was weak, drowned in the wind.

"What did you say? I can't hear you."

Ayin took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and shouted out the true wish in her heart.

"I'm hungry, I'm super hungry! Your Excellency Wutiao is really delicious, I, I want to eat..."

"What do you want to eat? I can't hear you any louder!"

Gojo leaned over and bent his ears, assuming a listening posture.

Ayin closed her eyes, threw away all her shame, and burst out with the highest volume.

"I want to eat Wutiao Your Excellency!!"

Want to eat Wutiao Your Excellency——

Five sirs——

.........

The lingering sound lingers and disperses far away in the sky, as if the sound is transmitted in the empty valley, lingering for a long time.

Zen Yuanhui couldn't bear to look directly and covered her eyes: "..."

Too bad, five.

But Gojo Satoru was satisfied.

"Thank you, Dade, you are the first person to let me get hurt." The white-haired young man snorted twice, and pointed his right hand with two fingers together, pointing at his left wrist.

In an instant, a thin blue line of magic power appeared from the fingertips, sharp as a steel wire, and slashed across the snow-white wrist, blood beads overflowed and flowed into a blood stream.

Probably because she had been hungry for a long time, Ayin’s eyes were filled with only the intoxicating fragrance of blood bursting out, and the fragrance in the air instantly eroded her sanity, causing her to abandon the so-called separation between men and women, fearing that a drop of food would be wasted, and the whole person rushed forward .

Wujo took advantage of the situation and unloaded Infinity, watching her amusedly rushing up to him, licking his bleeding wrist with small mouthfuls, narrowing his eyes slightly, showing a satisfied expression.

It feels like raising a puppy, it's soft, and whenever there is something to eat, it will wag its tail and jump over, it's inexplicably cute.

Wujo looked at the white-haired girl who was concentrating on "eating", and rubbed the top of her hair.

He could feel the ghost girl's sharp canines pressing against his skin, and it would bleed if she pricked it, but she didn't bite down, but just pressed gently, licking the small wound he made herself.

It's this time, and my sanity is almost eaten away by appetite. Do you still remember not to hurt others?

Really...

The heart suddenly softened a little, as if it had been infused with a clear spring, bathing in the warm sun, even the coldest stones would be softened.

Wujo shook his head with a light smile, and suddenly looked up at the Zen courtyard.

The black-haired young man didn't look at him, but stared at the ghost girl who was eating. Because of the excessive range of movement, her purple umbrella tilted outward, and she was about to fall. He reached out to hold it in time and covered it for A Yin. sun.

He glanced sideways at the white-haired girl, she drank blood with relish, and didn't notice that two blushes like burning clouds floated on her pale cheeks.

Zen Yuanhui paused slightly.

Not really.

Was drunk?