[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

Yimulian walked towards the kitchen, and just turned around the corner of the corridor, suddenly a shadow enveloped him, and a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

"Lian," Huang embraced him from the side, lowered his head and kissed his ear, "what are you going to do?"

"Eh... gobble up some appetizers for the wine." Yimu Lian froze for a moment, raising his hands slightly, not knowing how to put them down, trying to ignore the itchy touch on his ears.

Huang smiled, "I've already made it, and let the little demons send it over. Speaking of which, how did you know Jiu Tun? The place where he usually haunts is some distance away from here."

"The Lord of Arakawa, who I first met back then, and Shuten met each other when he went to Arakawa." Although Yimulian didn't know why Ara was curious about this, he still told the truth, "When I turned into a demon back then, because of the demon power and The transformation of divine power was weak for a long time, and it was Arakawa and Shuten who helped me. They are both very good."

Huang touched Yimulian's ghost horns, pulled his eyelashes, and kissed the corners of his eyes again, "So that's it. I'm going to see Gouzi and Yaohu, and you go and chat with Jiutun."

Yimulian responded softly, pulled the arms off his waist, and walked back.

Huang stood on the spot and looked at Yimulian's back for a while, until his figure disappeared into the corridor, then turned his head and went to the room of the little tengu and the little demon fox.

The little demon fox cried to sleep and didn't wake up yet. Little Tengu played with felt balls in the room by himself. It was made by Yimulian with the fox fur that the little demon fox saved when she was moulting. He made several of them.

Hearing Huang enter the door, the little tengu turned his head and looked over.

Huang waved to him to let him play with his own, then sat down cross-legged at the table, picked it up, rolled up his sleeves and studied ink.

Little Tengu picked up the felt ball and ran to the edge of the table, resting his head on the edge of the table, a bunch of dull hair on top of his head swayed slowly, "Huangjiang."

"Huh?" Huang glanced at him.

"The fox cried today, but I didn't cry." Little Tengu said seriously, "I tried my best to drive away the person who made him cry, but I couldn't beat him..."

Huang rubbed his little head, and rarely praised him gently: "Well done."

The little tengu flapped its wings, shook its head on the table, and asked, "We thought that person was a villain, but it seems we were wrong... Lian-chan knows him, who is he?" ?”

"Jiutun Doji, King of the Great River Mountain Ghost." Huang said, "He is a very powerful monster."

Little Tengu let out an oh, and felt that the name was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it or heard it before, so he didn't think about it. Seeing Huang picking up a pen, his round blue eyes blinked, "Huang-chan What are you going to write?"

"Send a letter to a friend of mine." Huang Ti dipped his pen in ink and began to write on a piece of paper.

He was going to write a letter to Ibaraki Doji.Although he also knew Shuten, he was more familiar with Ibaraki. He often ran into each other when he was in Kyoto, and became friends after going back and forth.

He is also aware of the matter between Ibaraki and Jiuten, now that Jiuten appears alone, most likely because Ibaraki made a fuss out of it, he escaped alone.Although he is not jealous of the good relationship between Shuten and Yimulian, he still doesn't like Yimulian paying too much attention to others.

He had to find something for Jiu Tun to do.

After writing a few words on the paper to explain the situation, Huang put down the pen and dried the ink on the paper, then folded a paper crane and put it on the table.

There was a flash of purple light on the paper crane, its wings began to flap, and it quickly flew up and flew outside.

The little tengu opened his eyes wide, and let out a long, milky exclamation: "Oh——"

Seeing the paper cranes fly out of the barrier of the mansion and disappear into the sky, Huang stretched his shoulders in satisfaction, turned to look at the little tengu, "Goofy."

Little Tengu turned his head to look at him, and shook his head, "Huh?"

"Although you did a good job of protecting the demon fox today, Jiu Tun is indeed Lian's good friend, and you guys were a little rude to him today." Huang stretched out his hand to pinch one of the little tengu's wings, and touched the soft and soft surface of the little wing. fluff, "Apologize to him with the fox later."

Little Tengu nodded ignorantly, and obediently said hello.

Shuten in the courtyard didn't know that his Ibaraki fanboy was about to find him, and he was still indulging in the wine brewed by Yimu Lian.

Neither the cherry blossom wine nor the cherry wine has been brewed yet, so he can only drink green plum wine, but this is enough for him to drink.

Shuten drank slowly under the cherry tree, squinting his eyes lazily, like a lazy big cat.Yimu even asked him if he wanted to have lunch with him, but he refused. He just moved the wine jar to the guest room and drank slowly by himself.

Most monsters don't really need to eat. He doesn't have the habit of eating three meals a day. All he needs is wine.

Besides, he didn't bother to scare the two little guys a second time after being scared like that by him.

Mr. Ghost King, who has never been able to deal with children, chose to be out of sight and out of mind, and wandered into the guest room to drink.

The wine brewed by Yimulian is the most preferred by Shuten. After all, when Yimulian was idle and bored to learn how to make wine, he was the one who was beside him and pointed out the country, which led to the good-tempered Yimulian. Many of his wine-making habits are based on Shuten preferences come.

The amber green plum wine looked very tight in the white porcelain wine bowl. Jiu Tun sat obliquely at the low table, holding the wine bowl and drinking slowly, resting his head on the side of his hand, his loose fiery red hair passing through his fingers. Suddenly, it was as if a handful of fresh blood was winding and flowing along the back of his hand and arm, it was astonishingly bright.

He took a sip of green plum wine, when he heard some rustling sound inadvertently, he looked up casually, and almost choked on it.

Outside the door of the guest room, two small heads leaned out of the door frame like an arhat, looking at him.

The two kids who were scared by him this morning...

Jiu Tun drank the wine slowly, did not move, and waited for the battle.

"That... Uncle Shuten?" The little demon fox said a little embarrassedly, half of his small face was hidden behind the door frame, revealing a pair of furry fox ears and clear pale gold eyes, "Are you busy?"

Jiu Tun looked at them with his head up, put the bowl on the table, "Not busy."

He was rather curious about what the two youngsters were doing here.