[Comprehensive] General Diary of Ouhuangcao

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Yingcao is in a good mood now.

When Ibaraki Doji came out of Shikigami Records, he saw Hotaru sitting by the window, swinging a chair, her slender fingers crossed in front of her chest to form a steeple, looking at the scenery outside the window with a leisurely smile, no matter how relaxed she looked.

"...You smile very nicely now." Ibaraki's ghostly hand moved up to touch the curvature of Yingcao's mouth, but her voice was not infected by her smile, "But why are you smiling so happily?"

Hotaru looked up at Ibaraki Doji who had changed into a red-haired golden armor, the corners of her mouth raised a little, and she answered the man beside her happily.

"Why not?"

She smiled lightly, and her eyes were full of joyful satisfaction.

"After all, I have achieved my goal, haven't I? Tu has been dealt with, the power has returned, and the Soul Society will not hunt and kill me...I am very relaxed now."

Ibaraki Doji squatted down in front of her.

Ibaraki, who had changed into a new dress, looked more and more handsome and enchanting, so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off. Hotaru looked into his eyes, and the arc of her mouth slowly pulled down until her smile just now was completely wiped out. Flattened into a pale straight line.

"...Boss, it's not fun to talk too much." Yingcao's voice suddenly became a little menacing.However, Ibaraki-douji stretched out his slightly gloomy eyebrows that had been wrinkled just now, and suddenly drew closer to this fair and clean little face.

Yingcao closed her eyes, and unconsciously clenched her slender fingers that had originally formed a steeple, and placed them on her chest.

Ibaraki Doji gently held her delicate cheeks, and Hotaru, with her eyes still closed, turned her head and rubbed the huge and cold pitch-black ghost hand.

"I should have won, but I think I also threw a lot of things." She nestled her face into Ibaraki's palm, slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were vicissitudes and gloomy, like an old man dying.

"This time I really will never be able to be a real human being, Ibaraki."

She sighed softly.

The other party laughed.

Ibaraki Doji has black demon patterns painted on the end of his eyes, and his already seductive pupils become more and more haunting. He uses these eyes to focus on Yingying, who is holding his pair of thin white long legs in front of his chest and making a weak posture. Grass, the tone seemed to be coaxing a disobedient child who was acting coquettishly.

"You are not human, Yingcao."

Ibaraki Doji replied.

Yingcao was slightly annoyed when she heard the words, and couldn't help raising her eyes to stare at him, but instead, Ibaraki Doji's ghostly hand pinched her chin and raised her face.

There was a faint smile in Ibaraki Doji's voice. He lowered his voice, looked at Yingcao's pupils who had no emotional ups and downs from the beginning to the end, and slowly pointed out her half-truths and half-false lies: "Because even if When you were a human being, you didn't treat yourself as a human being... You already regarded the part of you as a human being as something that can be discarded at any time; otherwise, why would you use the human part so unhesitatingly? To make bait for the dodder."

Ibaraki Doji unceremoniously tore off the weak skin that the girl used to disguise herself to confuse others.

Yingcao doesn't like other people talking to her so thoroughly.

But maybe because the person who said this meant something different to her, she didn't feel unhappy.

She just stared at the man squatting in front of her with a strange look for a long time, and then slowly moved her eyes away.

And when Hotaru lowered her eyelashes, her face finally showed the expression that Ibaraki Doji was very familiar with, which belonged exclusively to this "Holy grass" in front of her.

——It is a kind of numbness and indifference that emerges from the bones because of living too many times and dying too many times, struggling and desperately living for unknown reasons, and finally because of the unstoppable exhaustion of the soul ; but because she was still making her final struggle, there was a gloomy and depressing madness amidst this bone-chilling indifference.

——This long-lost expression made Ibaraki's blood run hot with excitement, half up and half down, and he couldn't help it.

He only saw such an expression once, and it was enough to make him never forget it, and even become obsessed with it.

With such an expression, Yingcao's head leaned lightly on the back of the comfortable leather chair, and after maintaining this position for a while, she slightly turned her eyes to the side and glanced at it, then stretched out her fingers and pressed on the back of Ibaraki's smiling arc. On his lips, he opened his mouth with a smile.

"...Shh, I just said it, it's not fun to talk too much."

When she tilted her head and smiled and opened her mouth, she looked cute and docile, but she didn't know what the grass would look like if it was cut open.

It's probably black, or the red and black that is unique to demon blood.

Izuku couldn't help thinking about it.

He looked at Yingcao's eyes as dark as night, and suddenly reached out and pulled the hair tie off the back of her head.

The girl's dark blue hair instantly scattered into a waterfall of black ink, and her thick and smooth long hair covered most of Yingcao's cheeks.

Yingcao tilted her head and looked at him silently. The girl with loose hair lost her cuteness and innocence, and was a little more mature to match her eyes.Ibaraki's ghostly hand carefully traced the girl's delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eye contours, and finally landed on her light-colored lips.

He pushed back the hair that covered Yingcao's eyes, and hooked it behind his ears.

"This is how I see you."

Yingcao raised her eyebrows, and simply rolled from the chair into the arms of Ibaraki who was squatting in front of her. Her long dark blue hair was wrapped in strands on the ghost's hand. The girl held her head up, slightly A provocative smile.

"What about this? Is it me in your impression?"

She sat sideways in his arms, swinging her legs leisurely, her raised neck was slender and fair, and she generously exposed her fatal weakness to Ibaraki Doji.

It was in front of him that she would occasionally be so unscrupulous and presumptuous.

Ibaraki took advantage of the situation and sat on the ground, stretched out his long legs, and hugged the girl in his arms tighter with his single arm.Her smiling lips only needed to be touched by lowering her head, and an ambiguous and dangerous distance was maintained between the two, but Ibaraki did not go any further.

Hotaru was very patient, still looking at him with a smile, but Ibaraki was too familiar with her smile - so familiar that he didn't want to be fooled at all.

...Usually when she smiles like that, nothing good happens.

However, from a certain point of view, it is not up to Ibaraki Doji whether to be fooled or not.

Hotaru in Ibaraki's arms narrowed her eyes, twisted her slender and soft body, and straddled him.

"I want the Holy Grail."

The girl arched her white instep, her toes rubbed against the floor, and her long legs slowly curved beside Ibaraki's side. Following her movements, a section of tender and smooth snow-white thigh slowly appeared under the hem of her clothes, without a trace. The flawless skin looks white and dazzling.

Her eyes were bent, her chin was raised, and the neckline revealed a delicate collarbone and a thought-provoking shadow.

And when she found that the big hand that was supporting her back unconsciously caressed her leg, the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened a little.

"You let me get the Holy Grail, okay?" The voice didn't sound like a coquettish, but more like an ambiguous bewitchment.

"...What if I don't let it?"

Yingcao smiled innocently: "...Then I can only take some special measures."

"Oh?" The ghost's hand had already covered her neckline, "What special measures are you planning to take?"

Yingcao smiled and licked her lips as Ibaraki approached her. The moist color of her lips carried the sweetness of the candy she ate just now, and the remaining sweetness was quickly swallowed by Ibaraki. .

And the grass demon's slender palm silently squeezed the arm of the ghost hand.

"... How about taking away all your demon power?"

Yingcao asked with a smile.

Ibaraki just leaned forward again and took a bite of the soft tip of her tongue hidden between her teeth.

"Let's see what method you use—"