[Comprehensive Ghost Extinguisher] I always feel like my dad is going to roll over

There was a moment of silence between them.

Compared with the banter and jokes with her father, Taketori Aoi is more cautious about her attitude towards Onimai Tsuji.

Even though he stood here with a clear conscience, his heart was still so reserved.

It's not fear, it's nervousness.

The... nervousness of dealing with someone I once dreamed of.

Yes, longing.

The former Taketori Aoi, or Yota Onimai Tsuji yearned for the most, not the one who kept teasing himself and making himself look ugly in front of his father every day. He loves his father very much.

Dad is the king of ghosts.

Then I have to become an existence like my father, and become the king of ghosts.

This is what Yota Onimai Tsuji thought when he was a child.

But the dreams are shattered just so fast.

Just as Yota Onimai Tsuji never imagined that his father was not the ghost king he imagined, he never imagined that this cruel fact would be revealed by his own father himself.

So when Onimai Tsujiyota was covered by his father, and the two hid behind the screen to watch the scene that could be mosaiced, his dream was shattered unexpectedly along with other things.

His father is such an existence.

His father is such an existence.

A shadow casts over the child's heart.

Then the two were discovered by Oni Wu Tsuji at the time. Oni Wu Tsuji found out that Taketori had brought a child to see such a thing, and instantly became angry. Regardless of Taketori's explanation, they split up Fight.

It doesn't matter if it is other human beings, why should he take into account the thoughts of human beings.

But Oni Wu Tsuji Yota is different, that is his own son, who really has his blood, and his immature son is so hounded by Taketori, a wild fox.

Gan!Is there any other option not to beat him!Look at him doing justice for the sky today!Kill this scourge!

That is to say, when the two were engaged in the Great War of the Century, Ghost Dance Tsujiyo was too slippery.

With his mind in a mess, he fled this place subconsciously, and then a few days later, he ran into Ji Guoyuan who had also fled home in a daze.

So, another story, with that opening scene.

And now the young man named Yueyan, after a long silence, simply said: "It's fine." As the beginning.

Taketori Aoi's eye sockets suddenly turned red.

But the loss of emotional control is only a momentary thing. Before his lover sensed it, he immediately put his emotions away, blinked, and gave a soft 'um'.

After all, he was still the object of his longing. After a short period of awkwardness, Aoi Taketori chose to temporarily put aside all the things that affected him. Now his identity is a child.

A child coming home.

So what to say about a child who comes home.

Hesitation is a momentary thing.

After a brief hesitation, he had an answer.

The corner of Taketori Aoi's mouth subconsciously revealed a warm, nostalgic and nostalgic smile.

The gorgeous face similar to the ghost king is extremely soft, it seems that all the edges and corners have been atomized, leaving only the soft inside, like a ray of early sun, shining on the earth.

--"I am back."

--"Welcome back."

Yue Yan's voice was a little relaxed, and he smiled softly: "Welcome home."

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After the memory was restored, the doubts that had plagued me during the amnesia were also easily resolved.

After a short reminiscence with her parents, Taketori Aoi turned her head to look at her lover: "Enichi, have you been working hard during this time?"

"It's hard work...it's too much." Ji Guoyuan smiled tolerantly, his eyes almost glowed when he looked at his lover: "We are lovers."

Taketori Aoi's face was a little hot when he saw it, and she couldn't help turning her eyes to his earrings.

"Well..."

"Besides, Kui was so cute when he lost his memory." Ji Guo said with some regret and sigh: "It's so sweet, and it's still acting like a baby..."

Taketori Aoi's face turned black.

The burden of idols before he lost his memory was very heavy. After all, he was taught by his parents. Even if his dreams were shattered, it would not affect the words and deeds he had learned from Kimai Tsuji and Taketori. .

Expensive, delicate and self-respecting.Or an overly self-respecting ego?

Therefore, even if he wanted to act like a spoiled child to his lover, his face would not allow it.

But during the period of amnesia, he completely let himself go.

Just for a little thing, you can shake your lover's arm and act like a baby, blink your eyes expectantly, and tiptoe to kiss the cheek.

And... and that kind of thing, I begged for mercy...

The more Aoi Taketori thought about it, the darker her face became.

On the other side, Ji Guoyuanyi, unaware that his lover was jumping back and forth on the verge of being roasted and killed, was still fanning the flames.

"I didn't even know, Kui, you still have such a cute side." Ji Guoyuan smiled shyly (chi) and shyly (han) while thinking about it: "It's not that you are not cute at ordinary times, it's just that you I'm usually so reserved, but the contrast after amnesia is even bigger, it's very sweet, so sweet that I don't have to think about anything, just hug you for a whole day, can you understand?"

This guy even asked back! !

Is it too much! ?

With red ears and dark face, Taketori Aoi gritted her teeth and said, "Jiguo Yuanyi—that's enough!"

While thinking in his heart that this person is just like this, he can't care too much about the guy, he is this kind of person, while calming down his extremely tense heart.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan was interrupted, he turned his head and glanced at Taketori Aoi, and saw his lover's expression of shame and indignation, he leaned forward with some understanding, and after touching the tip of his nose with him, he pecked lightly Taketori Aoi's lips looked into her lover's eyes, full of deep and sticky love.

Taketori Aoi wanted to say something, but Ji Guoyuan repeated his old trick and pressed his lips again.

After two or three times like this, Taketori Kui was no longer in the mood to be angry with him anymore, she pushed Ji Guoyuanyi's face that was still trying to get closer, and then realized that she had been hugged by him at some point. in the arms.

The bodies of the two were close to each other, and Taketori's other hand was still on Ji Guoyuan's waist.

This scene made Taketori Aoi sigh: "If any of us wants to kill each other, it will be a lot of effort."

"It doesn't take much effort." Ji Guoyuan followed Taketori Aoi's train of thought and continued, "Because my life is yours."

If you want, I can give it to you.

Taketori Aoi knew that he didn't mean anything, so he just said something plausible: "Who isn't."

If you want mine, I can give it to you too.

Isn't that what the so-called lover is all about?

"So you're using the pseudonym 'Taketoriren' now?"

Sitting in the restaurant on the first floor of that hotel again, Taketori Aoi's state of mind is completely different from before.

He gracefully held the teacup in his hand, and reservedly took a sip of...milk tea.

His movements are graceful and his movements are like flowing water. Those who don't know may think that he is drinking some expensive tea, not some sweet milk tea.

Ji Guoyuan smiled wryly: "In this world, there should be Ji Guoyuan. Moreover, the buildings and clothing here are somewhat different from ours."

"I didn't pay attention to this at first, but as soon as the memory came back, I realized something was wrong." Taketori Aoi nodded her head, with a headache: "At that time, I really didn't think about anything but you. pass."

Ji Guoyuan raised his eyebrows with some complacency: "My honor, Your Highness."

"Don't call me Your Highness, it's too shameless!" Taketori Aoi didn't know what to think of, even her cheeks were faintly red.

He quickly coughed lightly, waved away the images formed in his mind, and tried his best not to think about those happy times.

"Okay, I won't call you..."

Under Taketori Aoi's stare, Ji Guoyuan swallowed the words down his throat.

"I knew that old fox was uneasy and kind." Taketori Aoi quickly adjusted her mentality, and quickly analyzed: "I told the ghost killing team here that my lover is called Ji Guoyuan, and my clothes are also What they provided, what should be exposed has been exposed long ago, but they never thought that I was from another world, so there is no movement."

"Ghost killing team..." Ji Guoyuan said with some nostalgia: "Speaking of which, not long ago, the leader of our world sent me an invitation letter, asking me to take you to his youngest son's hundred-day banquet .”

"You promised?"

"No reply yet."

"When you go back, you can drop by and take part in it, and then go to see Zaomen's house."

"it is good."

"But first, we need to deal with those chasing guys." Speaking of which, Taketori Aoi tapped the table lightly with her nails, making a few light clicks: "I remember, it was when I drew my sword , Those guys suddenly appeared."

Taketori Aoi: "But here, I have drawn my sword and cut a ghost, and nothing happened."

"I also drew my sword and cut it..." Ji Guoyuan pondered for a while: "Is there something that has been missed?"

Taketori Aoi recalled the situation at that time again, her pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a little doubt between her brows: "It seems... After we all drew our knives, those guys attacked us?"

But such a statement is also very reluctant. After all, in the face of more than one unknown dangerous existence, it is normal to draw the sword first to be on guard. Do you wait for someone to seriously injure yourself before drawing the sword?

But Taketori Aoi's intuition faintly told him that his assumption was very close to the truth.

What are they judging by?There must be some standard...

After drawing the sword... there was something strange, and they all drew their swords before attacking...

"The judging criterion... is the knife." The red-eyed young man's heart moved, and he looked at the place where the two hid the knife: "We are both Heren, so it must be my knife."

"What kind of judgment is this?" Ji Guoyuan frowned: "A knife?"

"It's not an ordinary knife." Taketori Aoi explained, "It must be Heren, and secondly, it's my knife."

The author has something to say:

Taketori Aoi, a poor child who was brought out of the psychological shadow by his father.

Taketori, a standard straight man, a straight man with a baby, as long as he doesn't die.

Tsukihiko: The Ghost Mai Tsuji you are talking about, Boss, it has nothing to do with me, please don't cue.

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Suddenly cheated.

Release a chapter to prove that I am still alive.

Then follow the small black house codeword!

For the end of the third day!Duck!