[Comprehensive] Seimei Abe is also in the Shura field today

It was too late.

Huang thought.

Seimei, what you have been infected with is the most troublesome one, the top existence among youkai.

——Especially him, the Son of God.

Seimei didn't let this topic continue, he tapped the handle of the glazed teapot with his fingertips, and then picked up the teapot to refill his empty clay cup with tea liquid.

This time, what poured out of the pottery cup was not the cute yellow color of scented tea, but a blue liquid flowing like an ocean.

Qingming sniffed the scent of this cup of tea lightly, then took a sip, letting the cool and sweet tea flow into his throat, his mind was cleared immediately, and the original laziness subsided.

"Then can you trouble Mr. Huang to go to the palace for me to wake up Yaodao Ji and let her come back to me?" Qingming said this after putting down the pottery cup.

"I'm going to make progress soon, Qingming." Huang hummed and laughed, but he didn't refuse.

"Because your expression isn't saying—'Anything is fine, please come and trouble me'?" Qingming retorted, under the slightly raised brows, blue eyes with determination.

"So you just follow the example of goodness?" Huang laughed again, and the smile made his handsome face exude an eye-catching brilliance as if it had been kissed by the sun.

"Yes." Qingming tilted his head, meeting Huang's eyes on him.

Qingming and Huang's eyes intertwined in mid-air, and after a while Qingming said again: "Then I will trouble you."

"After recovering your memory, you really have changed a lot." Huang raised his chin to show that he knew.

"People will always change. There will never be change in this world, only change itself." Qingming smiled lightly and shook his hand, indicating that Huang could leave.

"I'm quite happy for you to order me, but I have to get some reward." Huang held Qingming's hand again, pulled Qingming's body with a little force, and then kissed his lips.

It wasn't the faint sweetness of persimmons in the dream, nor was it the way Huang kissed the sleeping Seimei that night when Huang sneaked into the room that made his heart beat faster. Just a simple kiss of lips was enough to make Huang forget those cold days. memory.

Seimei in front of him is real and vivid, whether it's the slightly wide-open blue eyes, or the faint blush on that jade-like face, Huang feels great satisfaction.

"I'll accept the reward." Arak accepted it when he saw it was good, he let go of Seimei, licked his lips, the tip of his tongue deliberately slid over his upper lip under Seimei's slightly annoyed eyes, showing a satisfied smile.

"I will bring your demon sword girl here, and I will also do the finishing work, don't worry."

"Master Huang is naturally safe in doing things, and Qingming is waiting here." As soon as Huang heard Qingming call him this, he knew that Qingming was a little annoyed after all, although his face was calm.

The wind lifted the bamboo curtains hanging on the window again, bringing the fresh breath of bamboo, wood, flowers and plants that had taken root in the courtyard outside the window.Qingming closed his eyes, the blush on his face receded like a tide, and when he opened his eyes again, there were only two pottery cups and a teapot left on the table in front of him.

The tea that was still warm and not drunk by Huang was still emitting white mist, but Huang, who was sitting opposite Seimei, disappeared, as if dissipated into the air like this mist.

Qingming turned his gaze out of the window, and the branches and leaves of the green bamboo forest were dancing with the wind, and the shadows of flowers were scattered on the roof with the sunlight through the gaps in the bamboo curtains.

Seimei naturally would have thought that Huang would give him a kiss as a reward, but Seimei was even more surprised that he didn't feel repulsed or disgusted.

Is this also the effect of blood?

Seimei raised his hand, and rubbed the fingertips of his right hand against his lips that had been kissed by Huang just now. What he felt was a soft touch, but there was nothing special about it. It was just two pieces of soft flesh. Why did Huang show his lips just now? The expression that seems to have eaten the most unparalleled delicacy in the world?

Seimei had seen the same expression not only on Huang's face.

Exhaling lightly, Seimei turned his eyes back to the desk in front of him, thinking that it was time to find those shikigami who had lost their memories and were still wandering outside.

However, with the Shikigami scattered around and losing their memory, it is really troublesome.

Qingming stood up, and wanted to go out to relax, before he walked to the door of the room, and saw Yimulian sitting on the branch of the dora tree facing his room.

Qingming was startled, he didn't expect Yimulian to be sitting where he and Huang could be seen.In this way, could it be that everything just now was captured by Yimulian?

Qingming, who was thinking so, fell into Yimulian's emerald eyes unexpectedly.

But those pupils are not filled with the tenderness and tolerance that Qingming likes most, but full of jealousy and anger.

Yimulian didn't seem to have thought that Seimei would come out suddenly, the handsome face also showed astonishment and panic, the icy cold expression of anger that was almost ferocious quickly melted away, and then overflowed with panic like a child caught in the wrong place look.

Yimulian hurriedly jumped down from the top of the Dora tree, and the wind carried him to the gravel ground without a sound. Before Yimulian could stand still, he quickly approached Qingming: "Master Qingming! Please forgive me!" I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I was just worried that those 'guests' would be rude to you...!"

Yimulian's voice was hoarse, mist flickered in his eyes, and the accompanying dragon flying behind him seemed to have sensed his master's uneasiness, and began to swim up and down uneasy.

Seimei doesn't care about this, in fact, he has always acted frankly, and he doesn't care about these things.

It's just Yimulian's reaction, and the expression Seimei saw just now, what Seimei had ignored before now surfaced.

That anger and jealousy...could it be because of the scene where Huang kissed himself?

"That's okay." Qingming replied softly, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart looking at Yimulian's appearance that he was afraid that he would hate him.

"——Are you very concerned that Huang kissed me just now?" Seimei asked standing on the corridor, while Yimulian stood on the gravel floor under the corridor, which made Yimolian have to raise his head to meet Qingming's eyes.

"..." The blood on Yimulian's face faded away, but his pupils lit up, like the only star shining in the dark night: "If I say yes, Master Qingming—you will punish me?"

Staring at Seimei with all his attention, the longing and hope in those eyes were so strong that they would overflow his eyes.

"Why should I punish you?" Qingming asked back.

Qingming shouldn't have replied like this, Yimulian raised the corners of his lips as if he had received some message, his eyes narrowed, and a blush spread across his pale face just now.

"In that case, I'm sorry, Master Qingming." Yimulian said softly, and the next moment he came to Qingming like a gust of wind.

Should it be said that he was the former Fengshen, his ability to manipulate the wind was superb, and he rushed towards Seimei at that speed, but the cold wind that was raised did not rush to Seimei at all.

Seimei didn't move, he knew that Yimulian would not hurt himself, since he would not hurt himself, then patiently see what Yimulian wants to do.

Properly pampering and guiding shikigami is also the responsibility of the onmyoji.

——Yimolian kissed Seimei.

It's not like the kiss that Huang just pressed against his lips a moment ago, but a deeper and more lingering one.

Yimulian knew what he was doing, he was sober and rational.

The 'guest' who appeared suddenly just now did that kind of thing to Master Qingming. Although he was a bit annoyed, Master Qingming didn't feel repelled, and was even a little bit shy.

Yimulian's eyesight is very good, and he has been by Qingming's side for a long time. The expression on the Onmyoji he put on the tip of his heart when he was kissed is very clear to Yimulian.

That's why Yimulian was jealous.

Jealous of why that man can freely enter and leave this courtyard, jealous of that man being able to drink with Lord Seimei, jealous of that man being able to gain Lord Seimei's trust, jealous of that man being able to kiss Lord Seimei.

Yimulian never had such negative emotions when he was a god, nor did he have any negative emotions like hatred and despair when he fell into a demon and was misunderstood and sealed in the mountains.

But now... for the first time after Yimulian fell into a monster, he tasted the bitterness and madness called jealousy, and the anger that was born from jealousy, engulfed Yimulian's whole body like a flame, and made him produce what he would The illusion of being burned up in this raging flame.

At that moment, Yimulian even had killing intent. For the first time in thousands of years, he wanted to summon a hurricane to kill a certain existence. Such strong negative emotions even made Yimulian's face cold and hideous, and Yimulian also couldn't bear it. Knowing that his expression at this moment must be unsightly and unsightly, but he couldn't control the jealousy burning from the bottom of his heart.

But just at this time, Yimulian, who was shrouded in jealousy and anger, didn't notice that Master Qingming had walked out of the room, and even directly met himself sitting on the treetop.

It was so ugly, Yimulian felt that his heart was about to be held and tightened by a hand at that moment, and it would be crushed and burst in the next moment.Yimulian didn't know what to do, so he followed his instinct to ask Seimei-sama for forgiveness.

But the forgiveness he asked for was only aimed at showing Master Seimei such a miserable expression.

But Seimei-sama didn't dislike Yimulian, nor was he disappointed by the ferocious expression of the once noble god, and he even said that to Yimulian.

——As if inviting Yimulian.

And Yimulian also readily accepted the invitation, he rode the wind to come to Qingming, and then kissed that long-awaited lips.

Different from the kiss when returning Master Qingming's memory before, Yimulian's purpose this time is very clear, just want to kiss Qingming, there is no other excuse, just because he loves Master Qingming, so he wants to kiss him.

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