[Comprehensive] Dimensional Tea Party

Although I told my cousin on the phone to book a ticket to go back, it is obvious that Huoling is more convenient. Asakang packed some luggage and pulled Indra to ignore the other party's hesitation and got on Huoling. His mobility can be described as very Quickly.

It's just that when he used a trick on Huo Ling to avoid the wind, Indra finally couldn't help it,

"Okay, in fact, we can open a space to go there?"

Ma Canghao: "..." Oh, I forgot.

Ma Cang said kindly: "Of course I know, but I'm still used to sitting on the fire spirit."

Indra: "Just be happy."

Sitting next to Ma Canghao, Indra looked at the other's uncomfortably turned face, and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Ma Canghao murmured, "By the way, my fan was eaten by Nanika, so you have to make another one for me. I always feel that there is nothing better than you."

Indra paused, then nodded slightly: "Yes, I happened to find some rare materials."

"Speaking of this, I got a batch of excellent refining materials before." Hearing this, Ma Canghao turned his head and spoke in a melodious tone.

"When the time comes, I will give it to you to choose. Didn't you say that the knife is not very convenient last time? Do you want me to make another one for you?"

"That's not necessary," Indra shook his head: "I haven't told you yet, the last time you pushed me to Rukia's side, I got a Zanpakuto."

"Zanpakuto?" Asakura thought thoughtfully: "Is it the same as Rukia's Sode Shirayuki? That's not bad, it is indeed the most suitable for you."

"You know why you asked me. It seems that Indra, you have gained a lot from this experience?" Ma Canghao looked at him with raised eyebrows, and the smile in his eyes could not be stopped.

Indra raised his hand and flicked the forehead of the naughty little bastard. Seeing the little bastard covering his forehead and pretending to cry out in pain, he felt a little grateful in his heart.

Even if he regained the memory of his previous life, he can still smile so happily and proudly.

That's great.

Even though he knew that the other party was pretending, Indra stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the forehead that had just bounced, and said slowly:

"You did send me into Rukia's world, but I landed in the virtual circle and met two interesting ones." The men under him froze, and Indra acted as if he hadn't noticed it. , the tone is as light as ever.

"Thanks to you, I also went from the virtual circle to hell, and then back to the real world from there. Well, your network is really wide."

Ma Canghao: "Maybe." He died and lived, and then lived again, not to mention today, the old friends of the first life have survived one by one, according to the temperament of some of them who are especially gossipy, It's no wonder his deeds are not widely publicized by them.

For the other party's mood to drop all of a sudden, Indra felt a little bit wrong.

"The Goddess of Huangquan and my grandmother are close friends, and it helped me a lot because of this face, otherwise I wouldn't know where to find you, but..." Indra poked Ma Canghao's face, "Why are you with me? Like a reincarnation, have you been so miserable in your two lifetimes?"

Asakang said sleepily, "Maybe I'm unlucky."

Speaking of this, Ma Canghao suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Indra, who told you about my previous life?"

Indra blinked and spit out a name: "Qing Xing Deng." She didn't ask herself to keep it a secret, did she?

"...I knew it," Ma Canghao rolled his eyes: "It's okay if she doesn't talk, but she can't stop talking. Back then, she was the most gossip in the dormitory. She kept talking nonstop."

"I'm telling you, Indra, you can't believe everything Qing Xingdeng says," Ma Canghao grabbed Indra's collar and spoke fiercely: "She likes making up stories the most, and few of them can believe it." .”

Indra smiled: "Okay." Anyway, you will tell me later yourself.

"Ah, that's right! Off topic," Ma Cang clapped his hands, and suddenly remembered the original topic: "I got a lot of new ideas from the method of refining weapons over there. When I go home, I will use the new methods to give You can make a few magic tools to defend yourself. Although I prefer you to stay here, you will still go back, right?"

Ma Cang knows that even if he is completely disappointed with his father, Indra is still worried about his younger brother Ashura, who was brought up by one hand, and because he left in such a hurry that he couldn't react. .

"Let's talk about it, I don't plan to go back now." Indra thought for a while, his father can still live for a long time, and Ashura is his younger brother after all, with his father's help, there will be no big troubles , don't go back so quickly.

Seeing that Ma Canghao suddenly fell silent, Indra's heart moved: "You don't have to bother to prepare so many self-defense things for me, okay, you should know my strength."

"That's what I said..." Ma Canghao fell on his back on Huo Ling's back, folded his hands behind his head, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Even under my nose, didn't something happen to Kyoya and Yuki back then?"

"Not to mention that you and I are not in the same world anymore. You are a fool who knew to work for your father before. How can I rest assured that you stay there alone?"

Indra looked down at Ma Canghao who was lying down, the boy's expression was obscured by his long hair, and he couldn't tell what the other person was feeling now.

"Okay," Indra sighed, and said word by word: "You can't predict the future, and you're not in the territory at all at that time, how can you prevent accidents from happening in time?"

There was silence.

Indra leaned down, brushed some wine-red hair from Ma Canghao's cheeks, and met his eyes.

"Back then, it wasn't your fault."

"If I had been with them..."

"No if." Indra pressed his forehead against the other's forehead, looking at the face close at hand, "Gongmi and Yuki never think you are wrong."

Asakang Hao looked up slightly, and met a pair of soft black eyes.

Indra closed Sharingan.

Against the crimson ancient eye makeup, those obsidian-like pupils are even more bewitching than the Charismatic Sharingan.

"Okay, don't take all irrelevant responsibilities on you."

Ma Canghao closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and said, "Indra, who do you think I am?"

The young man smiled wantonly, as if he had never been depressed before.

"I just hate that I wasn't strong enough back then."

"You're strong enough now, okay." Indra stepped back, learning good moves and lying beside him.

"Of course," Ma Canghao said, anyone who was beaten violently for such a long time in the name of God of War will have a lot of progress.

Ma Cang thought in his heart that when the Shaman King competition was about to start, he would go and get Dangdang. Although this seat was of little importance to him, but...

After all, I still want to see my mother.

Ah yes...

Ma Cang tilted his head to look at Indra, "Even if you said that, you still have to put away the amulets that should be prepared for you."

"Although your father is an idiot, his strength is really high. If he stops you and won't let you go out again, wouldn't it be a big loss for me?"

The long wine-red hair slipped down with his movements, and Asakura wrote lightly:

"In case something happens, where do you want me to find a boyfriend?"

"Wait, okay, we—" Indra's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said.

"What?" Ma Canghao raised his head and asked with a smile, "Where did I say something wrong?"

Although it's a smile, but... don't be so murderous, okay.

"No," Indra was at a loss for words, and he rubbed the other party's hair helplessly, "You are right."

Ma Cang sat back down contentedly.

The two lay side by side on Huo Ling's back, and the atmosphere was once very warm.

Below is the vast Pacific Ocean, with white clouds gathering and separating above his head, looking at the blue sky behind the clouds, Indra suddenly remembered something, and he needed to reconcile and confirm, let's take a breath first.

"By the way, Zhongye's identity seems to be different from what he knows?"

"Oh, this." Asakang Hao closed his eyes and spoke in a melodious tone.

"I didn't know before, but now, in Chuya's case, it's a new Rage God."

"A newborn... Aragami?"

"Chuya's predecessor was the ancient god of Aomori, Huangbatu, a very ancient god." Ma Cang finally got up, put his hands behind his back and looked at the sky, and said, "I once had a relationship with that god. Rage God once had a relationship in Huangquan, and he seemed to be troubled by something at that time, so he came to ask the goddess of Huangquan."

"I vaguely remember Rage God saying that he wants to be human."

"I don't know Rage God," Indra said indifferently after listening, "I only know Central Plains."

Ma Canghao looked at his indifferent expression, and smiled "puchi": "I and Huangshen are only one side, and now, there is only Chuya in the Central Plains."

"It's just in the Central Plains."

Rage God has nothing to do with him, and the only one he knows is his younger brother.

Simple and persistent, firm and powerful.

Ma Canghao patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's okay, I understand what you mean, Rukia is also a god, it's no big deal to add another one, Shinichi should learn to accept it."

"He is a detective, and his psychological quality is not that bad." Ma Canghao said: "Compared to this, a good boy like Zhongye is actually a gangster, and the blow to him may be even worse than that of Zhongye. big."

Indra: "...you really know him."

Ma Cang laughed: "Don't worry, I know you best!"

The long wine red hair fell down one after another, and the young man's smile was bright, sly and beautiful.

In the temple surrounded by cherry blossoms, a man in a black robe was lying on the fence, yawning occasionally, and a magazine with a fragrant cover on his face slid down with his movements.

"Dad."

The man clasped the caught magazine to his chest, dug his earholes and muttered something, his eyes half awake.

"Dad?"

Spring...the brats don't come home...why does the voice sound so familiar...

"Dad!"

Echizen Minamijiro shuddered and sat up abruptly.

One of the brats who were talking about just now put one hand on his hip, and held a beautiful woman with the other, looking at him with a smile.

"Hey dad, your son is back, isn't it a surprise?"

The author has something to say: There is only this pair for internal digestion, and the relationship is determined lightly, um.

Make sure again that I really don't know how to write emotional dramas, autistic.jpg

Then, Chuya's life experience is privately set (magically modified), so don't take it seriously.