[Onmyoji] Looking for the ghost king

Qing Xingdeng originally thought that after leaving the shrine, there would be no need to make a garrison, and the time she spent with Fengshen-sama would be compressed. Unexpectedly, the first thing she did when she arrived here was to check for news, and Fengshen-sama ordered her directly. Name, and only called her name, that is to say, there are only two of them in the out inspection team.Qing Xingdeng was very excited about this, and was once again satisfied and grateful for his human appearance.

Because the news of the investigation started from Baigui Yexing, so I'm not afraid of Yale knowing.After Yale heard about their purpose, she expressed her willingness to help, and would start from the Yinyang Liao. In order to make them trust her, she also left her Guanhu in the shrine.As for the Yatengu, it seems that he used to be the staff of Fengshen who was in charge of scouting news.

It sounds like he wants to find out the news, but Qing Xingdeng has no idea where to start. Apart from going to the place mentioned on the invitation on the first day, he probably just goes for a walk on the street every day.

Qing Xingdeng was very happy to be able to go shopping with Alian, but on the other hand, she could feel that Yimulian was absent-minded.Also, except for her, everyone may not be happy.

Qing Xingdeng rubbed his fingers, stretched out his hand vigorously, and grabbed Yimulian's sleeve.

Yimulian stopped and turned to look at her.

Qing Xingdeng sullenly didn't speak, and didn't dare to look at him. He stubbornly followed his arms all the way down, passed through his embraced arms, accurately found Yimulian's hand, and pressed it on his wrist.

"Hold hands." Qing Xingdeng whispered.

Yimulian let go of the crossed arms in coordination, stretched out his hand and held it backwards, and pulled his left hand with his right hand.

Qing Xingdeng was satisfied, "Let's go."

Yimu glanced at Qingxing Deng and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after all.

Qing Xingdeng followed Yimulian's footsteps, looked at the two clasped hands, felt the coolness between the fingers, walked through the streets and alleys, and passed the low walls of the wooden houses.Although she knows it's not the right time, this is the steadfastness she wants, and she wants it now.Having said so many times of liking, A Lian always accepts everything but never responds.So what if you don’t respond, what if you don’t understand, holding hands together means liking and life.No matter what happens in the future, at least now it can be regarded as forever.

Maybe it's intuition, she always felt that if she missed this opportunity, it would be harder to get close in the future.

Although I feel very warm, the people around me have not spoken, and it seems a bit strange to be silent for too long.

"There are too many people outside, so it's not easy to get lost holding hands..." Qing Xingdeng explained late, "Well... you... after this incident is over, we still have to go back to the shrine, right?"

After speaking, Qing Xingdeng finally stopped looking at his hands, and looked up at Yimulian.However, it was a simple question, but Yimulian didn't answer. This situation was more embarrassing than mutual silence.

Qing Xingdeng was embarrassed for a moment, then turned his gaze back to his left hand.

Just when Qing Xingdeng was about to skip this topic because she spoke too softly, the wind was too strong, and Lord Fengshen didn't hear it, Yimulian stopped and took the initiative to stop.This time, it wasn't she who grabbed his sleeve, but he pulled her hand closer so that she was face to face with him.

"You..." Yi Mu Lian looked away and hesitated to speak, there were not many people on this road, and no one noticed their bickering movements like this.

Qing Xingdeng lowered his head, his eyes fixed on his toes, he didn't dare to use force with his hands, but all his energy was concentrated on them, if he let her go, she would definitely hold them tightly.

Don't let go, don't let go.

"Do you like me so much?" Yimulian retracted his gaze and finally said it.

"Yes!" Qing Xingdeng raised his head abruptly, his eyes lit up with excitement, wishing he could pounce on a bear hug and take two bites, "Extremely yes, super yes, big yes, I like you very, very much, Alian, I never I fell in love with you the first time I saw you!"

Yimulian saw that the girl in front of her was in high spirits because of a question she asked, and it was impossible not to be moved.

After getting along for such a long time, Qing Xingdeng made small movements frequently, no matter how dull he was, he was enlightened, but...he had a lot of worries, as the duty of Fengshen, it was impossible to give his whole heart to him, and there were many other things that he couldn't explain. He didn't want to add trouble to this innocent girl.He tried to turn this kind of novelty or love caused by curiosity into friendship and family affection. When he found that Ah Qing finally stopped pestering him so much recently, he thought he had finally succeeded. At that time, he still couldn't stand Qing Xingdeng's actions just now.

He couldn't help admitting that he liked her too, whether it was being moved or out of initiative.If you want to laugh because of her actions and words, it’s because you like it. When you don’t see her, you can’t help thinking about it. It’s because you like it. When you see her in danger, you instinctively protect her. Like, live up to this sincerity, he doesn't want to do this.

"Okay." Yimu Lian said, he liked her even without saying, only saying yes.

"Really?" Qing Xingdeng was excited, responded, and responded, this is the style of Lord Fengshen, concise and clear, but not easy to promise, "Great!"

Yimu paused for a moment, put the other arm on Qing Xingdeng's shoulder, and hugged him gently.

Qing Xingdeng didn't expect Lord Fengshen to make such a move. A hug that seems to be out of courtesy is completely impossible in her impression of Lord Fengshen, okay? hands together.

"Oh, this lamp takes up so much space, I don't want it anymore!"

"I'll hold it for you."

"Hey? Wait, wait, wait a while, just a while."

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