[Comprehensive] Onmyoji Ibaraki Doji

However, Yan Mo and Jiu Tun-douji's bet has become more difficult, and the remaining two students have expressed that they will not play when they have no money, and they still have to save the cards for the god of death. Yan Mo is playing on his head, and his red lips After all, I wanted Rataki Doji to end, but Ibaraki Doji said that he couldn't play at all, so Yan Mo quickly came up with another way.

Whether as the master of the underworld or as the dean of Kaniyaye, Yan Mo is always free or even boring most of the time. The two brothers who used to be subordinates often hang out together. The dragon does not see the end, but the judge is always with her Around her, she was too serious and serious. As for another lively child, riding her pot, she also ran off to nowhere.

The ghost servants under his command also need to relax——Yan Mo used this reason countless times to go in and out of the soup house, flower cards and mahjong dice are all easy to say, drinking can carry the judge back, and losing a bet can hold a fan without restraint Jumping a paragraph, the ghost officers are very supportive of this boss who is extremely kind to them and has a lot of common topics.

Yan Mo grabbed three dice casually, and the dice and dice cup here are also extremely exquisite. The dice slipped from between her fingers and hit the table with a crisp sound, "Why don't you try this?"

The waiter at the door of the cubicle came in quickly, skillfully unfolded a long table for them, divided the betting area, and then put the dice into the dice cup and began to shake the cup.

Shuten Doji suddenly stopped the waiter. He believed that Yan Mo had come and gone in the soup house so many times. If he listened to the dice before placing a bet, he might still be able to hear the voice, so he simply said disrespectfully to the professor, " It doesn't make much sense to listen to the dice, why don't we just compare luck?"

Yan Mo smiled, looked at his good boy Ibaraki Doji who can't play dice, and looked at the one in front of him who was so sophisticated. He hated iron for being weak, "It's interesting, so I have to increase the bet."

"How to add?"

"Anything you want, let's see what idea the winning side has come up with."

Ibaraki always felt that Yan Mo said a word, so he glanced at him, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, and more of a sense of foreboding. When Shuten-douji asked him if he wanted to bet with him, Ibaraki resolutely refused.

Yan Mo was very regretful, and on second thought, forget it, the person she wants to hate today is Shuten Doji, the farther the little angel of her own academy goes, the better.

The students who also joined the gambling game carefully chose the direction to surrender. Yan Mo voted big, Shuten Doji voted small, and blind casting was simply a test of character and luck. After all bets were placed, the waiter began to shake the cup.

Yan Mo heard that the dice landed on the table with a crisp sound, and finally turned it over a few times and stopped. He already had a guess in his heart, and knew that he had lost the first round.

Shuten-douji is a bit inferior to Yan Mo in listening to the voice, but he is also extremely outstanding in this aspect. He entered the magic institute late, and their lifespan is long. When they occasionally have nothing to do in Dajiangshan, they play dice with the little demons below. Just for fun, he also recognized some voices over time - he glanced at Yan Mo's expression, and almost didn't need to think about it, he began to think about what bet he wanted to raise.

The dice cup was opened, and the points of the three dice were 211.

Shuten-douji glanced behind him, motioning for a third-year boy from his academy to come out. The other party was their well-known African friend in Kagu. Since Shinigami opened the server until now, he has not had a single SSR.

"Tell me, what do you want to bet on?"

Yan Mo asked casually.

"Draw cards for his Reaper until the SSR is reached. Please ask the professor to pay for the spirit jade needed."

Yan Mo has no interest in this kind of game, and it is not within the reach of her life at all. Even so, she has heard of this game. The reason is that half a year ago, a student suddenly wailed during class, scaring Professor Lantern Ghost He realized that Yan Mo, as the dean, would naturally want to understand the situation of the students in his college. The student said that he could not get an SSR in seven or ten consecutive draws, and he had nothing to love, so Emotional breakdown, unable to extricate themselves.

When Shuten-douji made this request, Yan Mo didn't care. She directly rushed to 128 and started to draw cards.

R, R, R, R, R...

The endless twelve Rs passed, and Yan Mo paused for a few seconds with his hand on the summon button.

She turned around cautiously and asked her most trusted prefect,

"Have you drawn your SSR yet?"

Izuku nodded.

"How many were drawn?"

Ibaraki thought about his latest card draw,

"Ten draws, 2 SRs, [-] SSR."

Yan Mo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the probability is okay, so he charged another 68.

The dice game ended after only one game. The reason was that Master Yan Mo lost a lot of money, which immediately affected his mood. The students watched Yan Mo and the two professors who finally persuaded her to go away.

"Let go of me! I'm going to make that kid Kagutsuchi bleed profusely too! Hey——"

"...Lord Yan Mo, you can no longer gamble."

In the end, the deputy dean, who endured the humiliation, reached an ulterior agreement with the dean. From a distance, it seemed that the dean raised his hand to hook the vice dean's shoulder, and kissed him on the side of his face. .

That student from Kagutsu finally got his first SSR in his life, with more than 20 SRs attached, his hands were trembling, tears streaming down his face, he didn’t even dare to look at the krypton gold amount interface, and asked Shuten Doji cautiously, " Really... really don't need to return the money to the dean of Kanayano?"

Shuten-douji comforted him and said,

"No, it's Kanoya who cheated Kanoya himself."

It's not good to ask who, but why not ask the famous Ou Huang?

Two professors in charge, or to be more precise, a professor in charge left, and the students indulged a lot. Some even drank some wine and ran to the platform with a smile to dance with the performing geisha. They sang a few times, and there were also drunk guests in the surrounding cubicles. They insisted on running out to perform and ask the beautiful geisha which one is the best.

The drunk person was a fifth grade student of Mitsumi, who usually participated in a large-scale fireworks making study group. Without hesitation, he took out a magic wand and started waving it. Wherever he clicked, the fireworks exploded out of thin air one after another. Countless, and finally insisted on tying a firework effect called Bludger to himself, but was dragged down forcibly by the rest of the students.

As the name suggests, that firework is like a bludger with an extremely destructive effect, crashing here and there, and finally rises up, exploding into thousands of meteors.

If he is allowed to perform here, it is estimated that after the trip is over, what they will bring back is a box of human meteors.

Ibaraki didn't participate in the juggling process, but he was intentionally drunk a lot of alcohol. Fortunately, his alcohol capacity was not bad, and he practiced in the wine brewed by Shutendouji's ghost gourd with monster energy and monster spirit When it came out, the generally soft wine would not be able to put it on him, but more or less there was always some effect.

In the end, the performance exited, and the guests left in twos and threes. The students supported each other, and it was unknown whose room they walked into. Shuten-douji made sure that everyone who entered was a room booked by his own academy. As for who fell together with whom, He couldn't take care of that much anymore, Ibaraki Doji was still leaning against the wall and waiting for him.

The time and rest of the soup house are reversed. Carnival at night and sleep during the day. Now that the curtains are lifted and the sun is rising, all the red lanterns at night are extinguished. The waters now also appear to be an overgrown wilderness.

Ibaraki lowered the curtains, and the room soon fell into darkness again. Without turning on the lights, Shuten-douji pressed over from behind, wrapped his arms skillfully around his neck, and breathed hot breath under his ears and loosened his breath. The bare shoulders that the kimono can't hide.

"Ibaraki Doji..."

Shuten's tone was a little slow and rare, as if he read his name word by word in an extremely ambiguous tone, but his left hand slid down his waist and reached into the wide-open kimono .

This position is too convenient.

His fingers moved upwards along his chest, the hot palm and the cold fingertips seemed to touch him, across the center of his collarbone, across his Adam's apple, and slightly exerted force on his chin, lifting his face a little.

"Ibaraki Doji."

The fingertips rubbed up and down his lips for a few seconds, and then they penetrated deep into the bottom of the warm tongue, and the silver light that flashed in the darkness fell down again, and the wet and greasy fingers slid across the lower abdomen. When he continued down, he was held down by another hand.

Ibaraki knew that he had already reacted, it was completely different from when he was listening to Qing Xingdeng telling her jokes, when he ran away in despair, but now he was already entangled in desire, he was doing the last powerless struggle, his left hand As if without any strength, Shuten-douji could easily push him away.

But Shuten-douji didn't push his hand away.

Jiu Tun's left hand was pulled out from under his palm, and covered the back of his hand, fingers interlocked, and brought his hand down together, breaking free from the last restraint of the belt.

day.

After inspecting the bathing place, Fang turned off the lights on the third floor before taking the elevator to the top floor.

The elevator stopped at Ertian for a few seconds, moving laughter and singing came from afar, but was blocked outside the elevator door.

Although the modest and respectful smile can show the enthusiasm and friendliness of the boss, but he is already exhausted after a day of maintenance. Fang glanced at himself in the mirror on the elevator wall.

The corners of the drooping mouth, the eyes that are not interested in anything, are numb and mature.

But he still has one thing to do.

The window in the office was wide open, and there were densely packed white paper figurines, carrying a small package. After handing it to him, the leading paper figurine fell to the ground and turned into a human form, exactly like his mother.

"aunt."

Holding the small package, he quickly put on his habitual familiar smile and said hello to the elder.

After all, it was the elder who turned him into a pig, his mother's twin sister, Granny Qian, and everyone should be afraid of the witch.

"My younger sister also did the thing of putting Gu worms into that dragon's body back then, but it's still not as good as young people today—you can do it yourself."

After entrusting his aunt with what he wanted to say, the paper figurine turned into its original form again, and floated out of the window, sprinkling a large area, and quickly disappeared into the white clouds.

Inside the small package was a seal. Fang couldn't understand the pattern drawn by the witch herself. He held it in his hand and played with it for a few seconds, then raised his head and swallowed it.

The author has something to say: Yan Mo: ...I wouldn't have asked Ibaraki Doji if I knew about it!Pit!

Ibaraki: Blame me!