[Onmyoji] Is the flower roll delicious?

It was Huang who had encountered various emergencies, and was stunned for a moment.

He needs to calm down—one second he was negotiating with friends of an onmyoji living in Kyoto, and the next second he appeared on the summoning circle stepping on a small room in a certain onmyoji, and became a certain powerful and Known as the son of the white fox, the shikigami of a child with a pure white soul and full of spiritual power is in the arms of the number one onmyoji in Kyoto, and then he opened the door, and he saw...the fiancée in the so-called inheritance memory.

Although he didn't care about it - but he was!refuse!marriage!up!

Huang quickly accepted his current situation, released soft spiritual power to perceive various monsters and the layout of the houses in the Yinyang House, such as the two big monsters he was familiar with in the bamboo forest, such as where there are vacant houses.

Finally, he turned his eyes back to the front. During the time he was looking at, all the shikigami in the liao had gathered in the courtyard. There were two reasons: one was that Huang's blood was noble, and everyone below his level would come to visit him. The second is that they want to come to join in the fun and welcome new partners.

"My name is Huang..."

"Master Huang?" A little monster's voice came from the crowd of monsters. He followed the voice and saw a girl-shaped monster nestled in the arms of an adult female monster, tilting her head in doubt. Looking at himself, "Is it Mr. Huang?"

"Yes."

Huang looked at the clear green eyes of the little girl whose race was Yingcao, and excitedly tugged at the sleeve of the hugger, "Master Gu Huo Niao, we have all seen Master Huang!"

"Yes," Guhuo Niao smiled softly, and stroked Fuyingcao's head with her wings as if praising.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Huang couldn't help but smile slightly following their movements.

"Long time no see, Huang," Qing Xingdeng sat on the handle of the lantern and came to him, with a smile flashing across his cold pupils.

"Long time no see, Lord Qingxingdeng," Huang dared not address her directly, for Huang, Qingxingdeng was also a partner and an elder.

"Hey! You forgot about me, kid," the Lord of Arakawa began to show his presence.

"How dare you, Arakawa-sama, long time no see."

After greeting them, he looked at the owner, hostess, and young master of this yin and yang room—a fool could see the relationship between them.

The Huaniaojuan race is as rare as the Huang clan, and he has never met his own clansman, let alone his unprovoked fiancée in the inheritance memory. The meeting of the two demons can be regarded as a rare miracle in a thousand years—they may be The only two demons who have seen each other since the birth of these two races.

He carefully sized up this fiancée who used to only exist in the inheritance memory. Her appearance was like a fairy in a painting, but her figure was alluring like a monster. Her appearance was so mature that people couldn't help but touch her. collection, but the soul is still childish.

If she was still alone—he might seriously consider the possibility of marriage.

The moment he was thinking, Hanaori embraced the baby in Abe Seimei's arms, and fed him with lowered eyes, showing tenderness and doting in his eyes.

Actually... still looks mature.

Huang took a step forward, intending to repeat himself: "My name is Huang..."

"Got it." "Yes."

Huang: Can you not interrupt my introduction!

Then he saw Huaniaojuan and patted the seat on the other side, beckoning him with his eyes: Come and sit down.

Of course, Huaniaojuan said that this is definitely not because he has a good impression of him, even if it is, she has to hide from Qingming, right? Of course she smashed it for the baby in her arms.

Huang sat down obediently, and a soft and warm human cub was stuffed into his arms.He lowered his head and looked straight into those black pupils mixed with purple impurities.

Very beautiful eyes... if not for those impurities.

At this time, those big eyes that were distracted were full of panic and tension, and he didn't know why he came to this strange embrace.

Looking at him helplessly, Huang seemed to see himself who was drowned in the sea by the villagers before, helpless, confused, sad, fearful, lonely and angry...

He stretched out his hand and patted Hitomi Abe's back, "Don't be afraid, I am your shikigami named Arara, the son of prophecy..." He led his hand to his face as he spoke, Touch down from the forehead, eyebrows, bridge of the nose, eyes, lips.

His movements were slow and surprisingly patient.

Hitomi Abe, who was treated tenderly, gradually let go of his vigilance. He bent the corners of his mouth and made up Huang's face in his mind. A handsome and upright man, "...Hua?"

The immature voice is still somewhat indistinguishable between male and female, but the cautiousness, curiosity and surprise contained in the voice make a certain place in Huang's heart quickly fall.

"Yes, I'm here."

The flower and bird roll had already been hugged by Abe Seimei, who had drunk a vat of stupid vinegar. She couldn't reach out or kick her legs, but she was not annoyed that someone was feeding her mouth, and she watched the play with a smile.

Abe Seimei was completely ignored by her, and he endured it for a long time. When he didn't see the flower and bird roll, he turned around to comfort him, and immediately took a big bite of the flower and bird roll—the rice cake in his hand.

childish!

Huaniaojuan looked at the little rice cake left in his hand, glared at him sideways, stuffed the rice cake into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls vigorously, and laughed at his childishness.

In the end, he kissed Abe Seimei with a defeated look.

The author has something to say: It is counting down to the end!

☆, finale

Huang's arrival didn't disturb the peaceful and happy life here. He sat on the edge of the platform where witches used to like to sit, watching the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky, and listening to the crisp and fine wind chimes, he could sit for a whole day.

As for his friends in Kyoto, he ordered some things and bid farewell to him.

He would sometimes do divination in the yin and yang dormitory, telling the dormitory owner what was auspicious and what would be evil.

His life is very long, if no one kills him, he can survive for a long time.He has lived for a long time, and he has long been indifferent to the warmth and coldness of the world, and his emotional fluctuations are rare. He is as ordinary and lonely as an old monk in meditation every day.

But Hitomi Abe's existence gradually filled his life with "accidents"—"accidents" that make people smile when they think of them.

On the second day when he came to Yinyangliao, Huang sat quietly with a book in his hands, intending to spend the day like this, but saw the shadow on the pages of the book.

He looked up and saw that Huaniaoju was wearing a haori embroidered with green bamboo, with a white skirt inside. She looked gentle and restrained, especially with a sleeping boy in her arms.

"Ji Jun?" Huang was on the same level as Huaniaojuan, so he didn't need to be called sir, but now because of his status, he couldn't be called by his name, so he asked for a second, and changed to a polite address.

Hanaori Maki didn't think too much about it, she smiled and put Abe Hitomi into Huang's arms, then smoothed the boy's hair, and told Huang: "Seimei and I are going to solve the hidden danger of Yamato no Orochi. It’s hard to find, and with the help of eight hundred nuns, we don’t know when we will return. Tongtong is still small, so we can’t take him around and let you take care of him. The medicine for his eyes will trouble you next."

"...I know," Araki replied, stretching out his hand to caress Abe Hitomi's back, "He is my master, I will."

"En." She turned to leave.

"Ji Jun."

"kindness?"

"I'll make another divination for you."

"it is good."

......

"Please... be careful with everything."

They took away Kokutori, Lord of Arakawa, Zashiki Doji, and Otengu, leaving other monsters to guard Yinyangliao.

As soon as Abe Hitomi woke up, he stuttered and asked where the flowers and birds were going. He was helpless, so he could only tell him half-fudged and half-truthfully: "They are going to fight the big snake, and they will be back soon."

Then, in order to divert his attention, Huang became his life mentor-the cock crowed and the moon hung.

Huang sat on the edge of the stage, holding Hitomi Abe in his arms, holding a book in his hand, teaching each word, reading paragraph by paragraph, and writing stroke by stroke.

Time seemed to pass slowly in the dormitory, but five years had passed in a flash outside.

The owner of Yinyang Liao has not come back yet.

But Hitomi Abe's eyes are already healed.

At that time, the young child already had the appearance of a tall and handsome boy. He no longer sat in Huang's arms, but learned from face to face. He assumed the responsibility of his father, summoned powerful monsters, and eliminated all evil monsters.

Thanks to his long black and beautiful hair, the people's malice towards him is not obvious, but he can still hear some words - the son of the son of the white fox, the abandoned son without father and mother, the monster child raised by monsters …

"Huang, I have already finished what I need to learn at the school," Abe Hitomi resisted the book bag handed over by his Shikigami—it was the unified book bag of the first school in Kyoto. Every student who wants to study, will Pay the tuition and take the book bag in front of the school.

Obviously, when Abe Hitomi didn't take him out to fight one day, this guy went out of Yinyang Liao by himself and signed him up.

"No, you don't need to learn knowledge at the school anymore. I have lived for thousands of years, and the amount of knowledge I have stored is enough for you to learn," Huang explained unhurriedly.

"Then what am I going to do, play? There are still in Kyoto"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"Let you play," Huang said, touching Abe Hitomi's head with his hands, his eyes softened, "You are still a child, this kind of life is too tiring for you, I will take care of things in Kyoto, But you should go make friends." His eyes were fixed on the dark blue under the boy's eyes, full of distress,

Ever since growing up, Hitomi Abe, who was rarely touched and stared at each other like this, was a little awkward, but he still didn't avoid it, "Everyone in the Yinyang dormitory is my friend, and I'm not tired."

"No, that's different," Huang said softly, and continued, "Just take a vacation and have fun."

Seeing the determination in Huang's eyes, Hitomi Abe reluctantly nodded and took the book bag.

"So nice."

Hitomi Abe blushed upon hearing the praise, turned around and left with her book bag in her arms.Huang looked at his back, which seemed to be running away, and curled his lips. The little master would like it... this surprise.

Hitomi Abe is very handsome and handsome, and he is more stable than other children of the same age. He has excellent grades and character. After only a few days of school, he has gained a good reputation everywhere. The teacher praised his classmates for their friendliness.

However, one day, the topic of the composition in the class was parents, and they were required to complete it in class. I scribbled a few lines.

The teacher called him to talk and expressed concern for him: "Did something happen at home?"

"No, I'm sorry, teacher."

Negotiation failed, the teacher could only comfort him a few words, then told him to leave.

After packing up the stationery and returning home from school, some classmates who had a good time with him came to ask him what happened.

"Abe Hitomi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you write a composition?"

"I'm not uncomfortable, I just don't know how to write."

"How come? Living with my parents every day, I won't get zero points if I write casually."

"I don't live with my parents."

"Huh? What about your parents?"

"They went out for a tour."

As soon as he finished speaking, several classmates immediately showed cautious and guilty expressions, "I'm sorry, we shouldn't bring up your sadness."

Hitomi Abe didn't know what to do. He was a little angry now, but more confused and sour. He opened his mouth but couldn't refute, because he didn't know whether his parents were still alive or...

He walked out of the school with his bookbag in his arms, and Huang stood at the door waiting for him uncharacteristically.Abe Hitomi didn't care about why, and rushed into his arms childishly, buried her head in his chest, and didn't say a word.

Huang patted his head, and gently hugged him into his arms. Abe Hitomi was still a half-grown child, and his small body didn't look awkward in Huang's arms.

"Let's go home, eh?"

Hitomi Abe nodded, didn't speak, and didn't raise his head, so he didn't see the scroll opened in Ararat's hand.

Almost in the next second, he returned to Yinyang Liao.

Surprise, doubt, surprise, panic, confusion and other complex emotions engulfed him, his head buried in Huang's arms gradually felt stuffy, his heartbeat quickened little by little, and finally the dust settled the moment Huang opened his mouth.

"Abe, Ji-jun, welcome home."

As soon as he turned his head, Abe Hitomi burst into tears, and her fair and tender face was flushed with boredom.

"Tongtong, don't cry."

Hanaori was both guilty and sad, funny and distressed, he took a step forward and hugged Hitomi Abe into his arms, he cried even harder as he thought about it, he was out of breath, his slender eyelashes were wet and sticky with tears Together, her small chest went up and down, she was panting so badly, she was so wronged that she couldn't speak.

She had no choice but to pat his back with her hands, waiting patiently for him to come back to his senses.

Abe Seimei who was on the side sighed, walked to the side and chatted with Huang.

After a while, Hitomi Abe stopped crying, felt shy at once, and was reluctant to leave Huaniaomaki's embrace, blushing and softly called: "Aniang."

"kindness."

"Auntie."

"Well, I'm here."

"Aniang, will Aniang still go?" He asked cautiously, his voice weak.

"No, I will stay with Tongtong in the Yinyang dormitory from now on."

"kindness!"

After a while, he suddenly realized something, and shouted in embarrassment: "Father."

Abe Seimei smiled: Very good, I only think of me now.

The author has something to say: This is probably the unfinished end of the legend 233

There is no way, the current me is dominated by the king, and I have no other skills.

Still very grateful to all the little angels!