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

When the maiden reported to Seimei that Demon Sword Girl and Ara had come to the courtyard, and was waiting for him in the reception room, Seimei went to meet Huang and Demon Sword Girl first.

There is no difference between Huang and what Qingming has seen before, at most, there is a smile on that indifferent face when he sees Qingming.

But Yao Dao Ji's changes have been a bit big, leaving aside the fact that her breasts seem to have bulged a lot, the huge blade that Yao Dao Ji holds in her hand has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

"It seems that the previous hidden injuries have been repaired and maintained." Qingming stepped into the reception room, Yao Dao Ji sat on the side of the table, watching Qingming nervously with a pair of golden eyes.

After Qingming sat down, Yaodao Ji handed over her blade respectfully: "Yes, Yao Dao Ji is lucky to live up to her fate, please Master Qingming take a look."

Qingming let out a "hmm", and then took Yaodao Ji's big sword.

No matter how many times you look at it, Seimei admires Yao Dao Ji's blade from the bottom of his heart.Seimei's fingers slowly wiped the blade, blade, and edge of the giant knife, and finally reached the tip.

Yao Dao Ji's blade is flat, with sharp lines, Seimei's fingertips can feel the pulsation from this blade, as if there is a heartbeat.

Seimei lowered his head to carefully examine the appearance of the blade, causing Yao Dao Ji to swallow her saliva involuntarily, feeling that her stomach was very hungry.

Seimei-sama's fingers moving on the spine of the sword seemed to be stroking the long hair of Demon Sword Girl, allowing her to feel the warmth from Seimei-sama's palm.

Qingming poured spiritual power into Yao Dao Ji's blade along her fingertips, and the spiritual power flowed unimpeded, walking back and forth in the blade, directly filling in the subtleties that the swordsmith hadn't or couldn't repair and take care of with spiritual power.

Originally, there was no problem for Qingming to do this. The former Yaodao Ji needed this kind of direct spiritual power irrigation to repair those parts that were damaged in the battle.However, after being repaired and cared for by the court swordsmith, Yao Dao Ji was infused with spiritual power directly by Seimei. She received the high-concentration and pure spiritual power from Seimei and spilled directly into her body from the blade, just like a person who has never drank alcohol. Suddenly being poured three big jugs of spirits, Yaodao Ji's fair cheeks were flushed, and her eyes became blurred.

After Qingming confirmed it was correct, she raised her head and wanted to exchange the blade for Yao Dao Ji, but found that Yao Dao Ji's body slipped under the table, her face was covered with crimson red.

"Yaodao Ji? What's wrong with you, Yaodao Ji?" Qingming was slightly startled, and hurriedly went to check on Yaodao Ji's condition.

Huang understood at a glance why Yaodao Ji was like this, it was nothing more than suddenly absorbing too much mellow spiritual power, which led to Yao Dao Ji's situation.

Huang picked up the tea set in front of him and took a sip, and watched Qingming help Yaodao Ji with leisure.

When Qingming's palm touched her cheek, Yaodao Ji felt that Qingming's palm was cold and comfortable compared to her hot cheek at the moment. Her burning heat was almost extinguished by the coldness from Seimei.

Yao Dao Ji wraps herself around Qingming's body, holding Qingming tightly with her arms.She pressed her cheeks against Qingming's clothes, and the hunting clothes woven of fine silk were quickly infected by the temperature on Yao Saber Girl's cheeks, and it also became scorching hot.

Yaodao Ji began to be dissatisfied with the coldness and left her, rubbing her hot cheeks in Qingming's arms, looking for a more comfortable cold place to cool herself down.

Yaodao Ji buried her head in Qingming's arms coquettishly, humming Qingming's name softly: "Master Qingming...Master Qingming..." The dependence and grievance were fully expressed in Yaodao Ji's soft voice.

After all, Yaodao Ji still cares about the fact that Qingming put her in the palace before.

But this is still not enough after all, Qingming sighed softly in his heart, and a helpless smile slipped from the corner of his mouth.

"Wake up, Yaodao Ji." Qingming's voice was soft and soft, like warm wind blowing over the tips of flowers and leaves, with the power that Yaodao Ji couldn't help but be immersed in it.

Yao Dao Ji tried to open her eyes like a drunk person to look at Seimei-sama who was calling her, just in time to meet Seimei who looked down at her.

Yaodao Ji's originally clear and clear pupils were shrouded in confusion, and when she sensed that Seimei was looking at her from that beautiful face, a brilliant smile appeared.

"Master Seimei... Has the Demon Sword Girl come in handy for you? Isn't the Demon Sword Girl useful? So don't lend the Demon Sword Girl to others anymore, okay?"

Yaodao Ji opened her eyes wide, trying to maintain her brain that was dizzy from the impact of the overloaded spiritual power, and tried her best to express her thoughts to Qingming.

"Yao Dao Ji only wants to be Lord Seimei's shikigami, she only wants to dedicate her power to Lord Seimei...so don't abandon me, okay?"

Yaodao Ji blinked, letting the mist condensed in her eyes slide down her full cheeks along her reddish eye sockets, and crystal tears rolled down onto Qingmingyue's white hunting clothes, before disappearing without a trace.

Qingming's eyes softened, and he solemnly said to Yaodao Ji: "No, Yaodao Ji... There will be no next time, I promise you."

Yaodao Ji buried her head in Qingming's arms again and refused to get up, and her arms around Qingming's waist became even tighter.

Huang Qing coughed, looked at Qingming's somewhat embarrassed expression with his hand on his chin, and asked with a chuckle, "Do you need my help?"

Qingming glanced at Huang who was on the other side of the table, but didn't answer.

Seimei raised her finger, lifted Yaodao Ji's long black hair, and placed her fingertips on Yaodao Ji's neck.

It was just a superficial touch, Yaodao Ji's body softened, and she completely leaned her whole body into Qingming's arms.

Qingming gently helped Yaodao Ji up, and she could see Yaodao Ji's sleeping face peacefully.

Her long black hair was scattered on the flop, and the slightly curved tail just covered the blade placed on the side.

"Thanks for your hard work." Qingming said to Yaodao Ji who had her eyes closed tightly and tears still in the corners of her eyes, then reached out and patted Yaodao Ji's shoulder lightly.

Yao Dao Ji's body suddenly turned into dots of light, and then flew towards her ancient golden blade until it merged with the blade.

It should be that the spiritual power Qingming gave her has not been fully digested, which caused Yao Dao Ji to instinctively choose to go back to the blade body after she fell asleep so that she can fully use the spiritual power for her own use.

Qingming picked up the blade that was placed on the soft bed, and said with a headache: "There was a banquet in the courtyard... There is probably no way for Yao Dao Ji to become like this. Gu Huo Niao and the others are looking forward to meeting Yao Dao Ji of."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the Demon Sword Girl is back, if you want to hold a banquet, you can do it anytime, right?" Huang stood up, he stretched out his palm, and the spinning top that had just recorded the intimate embarrassment obediently flew to Huang on the palm of your hand.

Huang closed his palm, and when he opened it again, the spinning top had disappeared.

"Fate is gathering bit by bit, Qingming, are you ready?" Huang stared at Qingming who was sitting upright, and asked aloud.

"My answer has already been answered." Qingming smiled slightly, and his blue eyes faced the unspeakable adult in front of him without fear: "This time, I will crack it for you." .”

"Then I'm really looking forward to it, Seimei." Huang also laughed, a little light purple light appeared around his body, and Huang's figure was disappearing little by little in the light, blending into the night .

Before disappearing completely, Huang's voice was still echoing in the reception room: "I'm-waiting for you, Qingming."

The place waiting for Qingming seems to have been deliberately smeared out by some invisible force, so that Qingming can't hear clearly.

But even if he couldn't hear clearly, Seimei knew what Araki was referring to.

"Are you so sure that I will go?" Qingming sighed softly, and called the little paper figurines to signal them to escort the blade of Yaodao Ji into the room.

"Let's go to the hall first, they should be waiting too soon." Qingming stood up while thinking this, and walked along the corridor towards the hall.

The moon was already rising outside the courtyard, but Qingming noticed something was wrong when he was about to arrive.

Even if he wasn't at the banquet, it shouldn't be as quiet as it is now.

Seimei quickened his pace and stepped into the hall with the door slightly open. The scene that appeared made his eyes widen in astonishment: his shikigami were either lying on the ground or lying on the table, and even other spirits They were also leaning against the wall with blushing faces and eyes closed.

Seimei tried to shake the Yaksha who was closest to him, but Yaksha, who used to drink very well in the past, let out a slight snoring sound from his nose, and Seimei couldn't wake him up at all.

This is not a normal reaction after being drunk, not to mention some shikigami who are already very good at drinking, even Wannianzhu, who is the most vigilant, fell on the table, which made Qingming feel dissatisfied. Good feeling.

He scanned it very quickly, and found that the eight hundred bhikkhunis and Kagura on the main seat were gone.

Qingming took a deep breath and stepped out of the hall again.Standing on the corridor, Qingming raised her voice slightly and called out, "Lantern Ghost, Broom God, Tianxie Guiqing, Tianxie Guihuang, Tianxiegui Chi, are you still awake? Come to me."

His voice was not loud, and quickly dissipated in the quiet and deserted courtyard.

Seimei didn't wait long, and the shikigami he called appeared from the corner of the courtyard: "Master Seimei, what are your orders?"

"You have worked hard tonight on duty, what happened in the hall just now?" Qingming glanced at the lantern ghost and motioned for it to explain the situation.

The lantern ghost saluted Qingming solemnly, and said, "Lord Qingming, please wait for a moment." After the lantern ghost finished speaking, he floated up and stuck out his scarlet tongue. , floated out of the lantern as if attracted, and was swallowed by the lantern ghost.

The Lantern Ghost seemed to be tasting something, after chewing it carefully a few times, he returned to Qingming and said, "Master Seimei, according to the picture from the candle, Lord Kagura was taken away by Lord Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni—— It was because Kagura-sama was drunk, so Eight Hundred Bikuni-sama sent Kagura-sama back to the room."

"Is that so..." Seimei frowned but did not let go, he walked towards Kagura's room, and as he walked, he ordered Tianxiegui Huang and Tianxiegui Chidao: "Go and gather other generals who are not drunk. Clean up the hall."

The wind was blowing under Qingming's feet, and the sleeves of his clothes were fluttering with his steps. The white crane tattooed on his hunting clothes was about to fly, as if about to fly off Qingming's clothes, and the wings swirled around Qingming's silver hair hanging behind him .

"Lantern Ghost, Broom God, Tianxie Ghost Qing, follow me."

Seimei walked gracefully, but not at a slow pace. He ordered the shikigami to follow him and walked quickly towards Kagura's room.

The ominous premonition finally came true. The room of Kagura and Bikkuni Yao was empty. Seimei frowned slightly, as if he had sensed something, he turned and walked towards the cherry tree in the open space of the courtyard.

——Bhikkhuni Yabai was sitting where Seimei usually sat, and Kagura was lying on her knees with her eyes closed, while Bikkuni Yabai was gently stroking Kagura's black hair with her hands.

"Master Qingming really made me wait so hard." Eight hundred bhikkhuni showed no panic or guilt, and even showed a gentle and peaceful smile.

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