History of the construction of Hanamaru [Comprehensive]

Abe Seimei changed the season of the garden to summer.

The cause is Yaksha.

He caught a cold.

Yes, he had a cold, in the darkening autumn season.

Yasha's clothes can only cover the key points, and he wears so little, and he likes to run around and play tricks on others, so it's only natural that he catches a cold.

However, the natural premise of this is that he is not a monster.

However, Yasha is just a monster, and he is one of the best monsters in Onmyoji with a strong body.

So, when Master Kaifang found out about this and told everyone, everyone was astonished. Monsters can also catch a cold?

After a short period of silence, Shikigami and Onmyoji who heard the unbelievable news laughed so loudly that the monster in question, Yasha, wished to bury all these colleagues who had no companion love with a fork.

The paper door was gently pulled open.

"Yasha, are you feeling better?"

Yingcao knelt in front of the door, and the gloomy light in the courtyard faintly illuminated the not-so-bright room through the gap she opened.

"Hum." Yasha, who was forced into the quilt, moaned, turned over, and expressed his resistance with actions.

Yingcao smiled helplessly, she brought the wooden basin into the house first, stepped in by herself, and then closed the shoji door.

After taking a look, he buried his head completely in the bed, and the bed was raised high like a ball of Yaksha.Yingcao put the wooden basin on the bedside, turned and walked towards the candlestick for lighting.

Picking up the small scissors placed on the edge of the candlestick, he picked up the wick that was about to burn into the lamp oil, and Yingcao added some lamp oil into it.

The dim, flickering candle finally stabilized, even brighter than before.

Yingcao looked around the room, and as expected, she found a white towel folded into blocks in the corner.

No need to think about it, it was thrown by Yasha.

Sighing softly, Yingcao picked it up and put it on the side of the tub.

"Okay, stick your head out, and I'll change the towel for you." Yingcao tugged at the quilt that Yasha had pulled tightly over her head.

"Huh? Are you kidding me! I don't need it! Take them all away from me." Yasha's voice was muffled, with a strong back nasal tone.

"Don't be petty, it will get worse if you don't treat it properly."

Xu is that no matter what kind of creature can escape the word "sickness comes like a mountain", Yingcao pulled hard and let her pull away easily.

Yasha's flushed face was exposed to the air.

"I said I don't need it!" His expression was a little exasperated, and he couldn't hold back.

Probably because of illness, Yasha, who showed such a ferocious expression in normal times, was subtly cute at the moment, like a little puppy with teeth and claws and bluffing.

The gilt gold eyes are filled with thin water vapor, and the wet, flushed cheeks, coupled with his pretending to be fierce expression, are really - extremely cute.

"Be good, be good." The tone was coaxing like a child.

Firefly pinned Yasha's shoulders and made him lie down with irresistible force.

She rubbed the new towel she brought in the water a few times, wrung it dry, and put it on Yasha's forehead.

Yingcao glanced at the pillow that was pierced by the ghost horns on his head, and couldn't help but bend her lips.

Yasha, who was embarrassed by herself, seemed to be calmer on Yingcao's face, was stimulated by Yingcao's smile, and mistakenly thought she was laughing at him.

Yasha reached out and grabbed the towel on his forehead, "I don't use such weak things..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Yasha, who felt the danger, looked at Yingcao's gloomy face stiffly. Although she still had a smile on her face, no matter how she looked at it, she looked super scary.

"What were you talking about just now? Yasha-kun."

Swallowing, Yasha lightly put the towel back on his forehead again, cowardly.

He rolled his eyes and looked at the dandelion in Yingcao's hands, which seemed to be smiling ferociously under the shadow of the candlelight, and his body couldn't help but froze.

"No... I didn't say anything, I think this thing is very, very good." He explained stutteringly.

"That's the way to be good. You are a good boy if you accept the treatment obediently." Yingcao smiled slightly, stretched out her hand to dip Yasha in some water, and brushed her bangs softly on the towel to one side.

Yasha couldn't help shaking, he felt as if he was being caressed by a broken hand.

On this day, he finally remembered the fear of being pressed on the floor and rubbed against Yingcao when he first came to the Yinyang dormitory and provoked Yingcao.

"Then, you should have a good rest. I'll go to Qingxingdeng to have a look. In the first phase, please ask me to let Maeda and the others go back to rest early." Yingcao stood up.

Watching Yingcao open the shoji door, Yasha breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to throw that annoying towel on his head to the corner of the wall.

However, as soon as his hand touched the edge of the towel, Yingcao, who was about to leave, turned his head.

"If I find out..." Yingcao grabbed the door frame, and the wooden frame made a teeth-piercing sound, and then it cracked.

Yingcao put her fist to her lips, she opened her hand and blew, and the powdered sawdust fluttered in the wind.

"...I just adjusted the position, that's all." Yasha quickly put his hand back under the quilt.

Yingcao glanced at him, noncommittal.

She closed the door, sighed again, and hoped that Yasha would be as quiet as he said.

"Let's go find my aunt and let her watch Yasha."

Yingcao said to herself, then turned and walked to the other side.

*

Summer gardens are usually nights for irresistible reasons.

It is precisely because of this that Qing Xingdeng's originally cold mind became active, and he called the little monsters from Yinyangliao and the short knives from Yingcao, and held a symposium on Hundred Stories.

After all, when it comes to summer, it's the beach, fireworks, festivals, and ghost stories.

How could the monster born from Shuobai Monogatari——Ao Xingdeng miss such a good opportunity.And this time, she must avenge her shame and regain her title of story king.

"...The girl entered the room and found a pool of dried blood on the ground. Just as she was about to leave, footsteps slowly came from behind her, and the old wooden boards were overwhelmed and creaked It sounded like the shrill laugh of a ghost..."

"Brother Yao, Yaoyan." The five tigers swallowed back their saliva, hugged the little tigers tightly, and snuggled up to Yaoyan's side.

"Don't be afraid." Yao Yan looked helplessly at his younger brothers who surrounded him.

"Yes...no, there is nothing to be afraid of, you have to know me, we are the gods of death!" Bao Ding straightened his small chest.

Yao Yan pushed his glasses. If Bao Ding hadn't held onto his arm tightly and your voice hadn't trembled, you wouldn't have any credibility.

Qing Xingdeng, who was sitting in the middle, looked with satisfaction at the shikigami and little monsters who were terrified by the weird atmosphere he had created.

She continued to speak in a low, treacherous tone, "The girl's eyes widened in horror, and she turned her head stiffly to look, and a black shadow that didn't look like a human figure was reflected on the paper door."

The short knives and the little monsters felt as if they were there, as if they could hear the sound of the board being trampled on in their ears.

"The door slammed open, and the black figure that appeared at this moment was—"

"Little, little little Matsumaru, you, you, you, look at the door..." Gu Longhuo pointed at the shoji door in horror, and said inarticulately.

"Wow - I don't want to look!" Komatsumaru buried his whole body in the fluffy tail and covered his ears.

Everyone who noticed the ancient cage fire heard the words and looked at the shoji gate in unison. Following Qingxing Deng's words, a black shadow slowly climbed up the shoji gate from far to near.

Everyone's hearts suddenly hung up, their eyes widened, and they looked nervously at the black shadow on the shoji door, which was not like a human figure as described by Qing Xingdeng.

"The candle in the girl's hand suddenly went out without wind." Accompanied by Qing Xingdeng's words, the white candles used to illuminate and create an atmosphere in their house suddenly went out.

The door was pulled open suddenly.

"Wow wow wow wow wow!!"

Everyone hugged in twos and threes in panic, screaming one after another.

Qing Xingdeng was stunned for a moment, a little confused as to who cooperated with her so much.But confusion is confusion, which does not prevent her from giggling.

Sure enough, the reactions of these little guys were super fun.

Qing Xingdeng's vicious taste is so bad that it is heinous.

"What are you all doing?" A familiar voice rang out.

The shikigami and dagger who were still screaming gradually stopped their voices, and looked at the black shadow in shock.

The candle was relit by someone, and the crackling candle slowly illuminated the figure of the visitor.

It is Tsurumaru so white that it reflects light.

"...So it's Tsurumaru-san." Hirano breathed a sigh of relief, and he let go of Maeda's hand.

"What do you mean it was me? What are you doing here? The cry just now really startled me."

Staying bored in the courtyard, waiting for the knives to come over, Tsurumaru, who played tricks on them, did not wait for any daggers, and looked for them curiously.

Unexpectedly, I was startled by their cries.

"We're talking about ghost stories, Mr. Tsuru, do you want to join?" Taiko Bell issued an invitation.

Tsurumaru's eyes lit up, and he walked in, "Oh oh oh! Such an interesting thing, why don't you call me."

I kept it from you because I was afraid that you would play a prank, the daggers complained in their hearts at the same time.

"But compared to this, it's better to experience it yourself." Tsurumaru smiled slyly.

"This..." Everyone looked at each other, hesitant.

Tsurumaru took advantage of the victory to pursue, and continued: "Don't you all want to see the strange stories in this Yinyang house?"

After a few minutes.

Watching everyone file out, Qing Xingdeng returned to her own lamp, she looked at Tsurumaru who was still in the room, and raised her eyebrows.

Not annoyed that the story she finally dug from hell was interrupted, she asked with interest: "I don't know what strange stories are there in this yin and yang room."

Tsurumaru smiled, "If not, we can create one ourselves."

"Have you finished it?"

"Of course not." Tsurumaru was confident. He didn't know that there was a symposium on Hundred Monogatari here, so of course nothing was prepared.

He looked at Qing Xingdeng, "So..."

Qing Xingdeng stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled slightly, "Interesting, let me help you this time."

Tsurumaru laughed, and he knew that the big monster in front of him was also a fellow.

He leaned over and spoke out the plan he had simulated in his mind just now.

"...Then I'll wait for you at the agreed place."

Qing Xingdeng nodded.

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