[Comprehensive] Onmyoji Ibaraki Doji

Ibaraki now has the biggest trouble in Yokai's life.

When he was summoned to the present world by Abe Seimei, his body shrank to a five or six-year-old child. However, along with the shrinkage, there were also armor on his body and many clothes and ornaments that were not suitable for children.

This inappropriateness is extremely reflected in how to wear it.

Shuten-dou hurried over to meet Ibaraki, but had to rush back to deal with the rest of the matter, Ootengu refused to take him for another flight, Shuten-douji was in a good mood at this time, and made a promise with him After this trip, brother will give you a vacation and promise to be with Yaohu Yuqian.

Big Tengu frowned, and first asked a question he was more concerned about.

"Who wrote the last illusion? The part about me killing Yuqian."

Jiu Tun was a little at a loss, he didn't break up in the last illusion, so he asked Gu Huo Niao, Gu Huo Niao replied clearly: "Yuqian came back to write a paragraph on purpose, Qing Xingdeng also discussed with him whether there is any writing Too much, Yuqian thinks that is the case."

The big tengu responded meaningfully.

Shuten-douji was not willing to hand over Ibaraki-douji in his arms to Guhuotiao, even though the latter had opened his arms and waited for a soft and milky Ibaraki-douji.

"My uncle will take care of it soon."

Shuten raised his hand and touched Ibaraki Doji's head, and pushed down the bangs on his forehead.

"Well! My friend is naturally the strongest!"

Ibaraki-douji held his little finger.

Before the King of Ghosts completed the task, Guhuo Niao had the ownership of Ibaraki Doji, scrubbed his body, put him in the bath, and put seven or eight little yellow ducks around him. Almost slipped and fell in the bath, but was hugged by Gu Huo Niao with great distress.Gu Huo Niao is a good hand at bathing a child. He uses soap to smear his whole body into a slippery body and wrap it in white foam. Sitting on a small stool with a set of bath towels that were too long, Gu Huo Niao was blowing his hair.

Ibaraki Doji's long hair is now hanging down to his ankles, and the bells on his feet are still there. When he moves a little, the bells will ring. Guhuozi blows his hair until it is as soft and comfortable as cotton, and combs it carefully with a comb. After a while, he was picked up and put on the big bed.

His armor and clothes have long been washed by the Tang Paper Umbrella Demon, and then dried by the Lantern Ghost. Now they are neatly folded on Gu Huo Niao's bed. Gu Huo Niao puts on his underwear and kimono for him, Put on the animal head on the shoulders, fasten the belt around the waist, and worried that he would catch a cold, so I found a pair of mortal cotton socks to put on with him.

"The feet are really small... let aunt kiss again."

Ibaraki-douji covered his face, but was still kissed several times by Gusuo.

The form of a child and the child's brain fetter him. Although Ibaraki Doji is already an adult monster in terms of thought, it is not so convenient to convey this thought to action.

For example, he obviously didn't want to stay in Guhuo's arms, but once he leaned into Guhuo's warm embrace, the child's nature made him feel comfortable and sleepy, and he yawned after a while.

Guhuo Niao hugged him in circles, humming a tune, and after a while Ibaraki Doji fell into a deep sleep, his left hand was still hooked around Gu Huo Nuo's neck.

When Shuten-douji finished handling all the matters, he hurried back to the house in the evening. As soon as he walked into the hall, he saw Kokutori leaning on the sofa with (his) Ibaraki-douji in his arms, and the two demons watched intently together. watching TV.

Ibaraki-douji was the first to feel Shuten-douji's demonic aura, and struggled to get down from the embrace of Koharu. He stumbled and ran towards Shuten-douji, but the other party bent down and hugged him.

Shuten-douji had never had such a wonderful experience.

The monsters summoned by Abe Seimei all grew up from little monsters, and were basically brought up by Gu Huo Niao. No monster dared to stretch out his arms to beg the ghost king to hug him, and the ghost king was not interested in hugging the little monster, except for the Ibaraki Doji.

His hair was soft and fluffy, his eyes were as bright and golden as amber, and his weight was unbelievably light, just like his hand, warm and small, pressed against Shuten-douji's face.

"My friend."

Ibaraki Doji shouted solemnly, and then his best friend glanced at the girl on the sofa, and leaned forward to kiss him.

— Tsk, it's quite soft.

Even though the house was horribly large to some extent, containing hundreds of youkai, Shuten-douji, as the king of ghosts, had a thousand reasons for Ibaraki-douji to sleep in his room.

The broom god quickly cleaned the floor where there was no dust at all, and prepared a set of mortal pajamas for Mr. Ibaraki. Due to the rush of time, the style could not be selected. It was a pure black with white dots and two cat ears on the hat. The one-piece pajamas are made of the same soft material.

Ibaraki-douji was not happy, but seeing that his best friend seemed more satisfied, he followed Shuten-douji to take off the armor decoration for him, put on ordinary people's underwear, and put on pajamas again.

Shuten-douji found a rubber band, tied up Ibaraki's hair, washed his face, sat on a stool with him in his arms, and brushed his teeth.

It was the first time for Ibaraki to feel toothpaste, gurgling and blowing out a mouth full of white foam and small bubbles, Shuten-douji was so patient, taught him to brush his teeth, and finally had to wash his face again.

There was a face cream for children on the sink. Shuten-douji put it under his nose and sniffed it suspiciously. It probably smelled like coconut. He stretched out his hand and wiped it on, spread it with both hands, and rubbed it on Ibaraki-douji's face. .

Ibaraki felt quite fragrant, but he was a little sleepy again, leaning against Jiu Tun's arms, lowering his head again and again, his eyes half-closed and half-open, filled with water vapor.

"Sleepy?"

"Well……"

Although the ghost horns on his head are small, it still hurts to poke them. Jiuten tried to let Ibaraki lie on his body and sleep under his arms, but finally chose to sleep on his side, barely covered the ghost horns with his hat, and hugged him to sleep .

In the middle of the night, Ibaraki dreamed that he was still fighting the boss in the dungeon. He struck a ball of black flames with little force and threw it on Jiuten's hair.

Jiuten waited for Ibaraki to wake up the next day, ordered him to sit on the bed, and asked him if he knew what he did last night.

Ibaraki didn't remember what he did at all, he was a little hungry, his stomach was rumbling, his face was full of bewilderment, his face was swollen, Jiu Tun couldn't help but raised his hand and poked it.

The force was a bit too strong, Ibaraki fell back unsteadily, was picked up by Shuten, held it in his hand, and took him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Many monsters in the house are performing tasks outside. Those with strong monster power can deal with powerful characters, and those with weaker monster power can form a group of several monsters and can also assist the mortal army. Most of them are left on the dining table. The little demon who is still growing, and the young birds who are touching their heads and feeding one by one.

Ibaraki soon found that he couldn't hold the chopsticks, and he wasn't even tall enough, so he felt ashamed and asked his best friend to feed him, while Gushoutiao was always distracted to see if Shutendouji fed Ibaraki too much. many.

After the meal, there is a walk, snacks, and curiosity drives the instinct of the child in the body, and it also wants to hold high. In the afternoon, Yatengu sent Abe Seimei's handwriting, saying that there are new monsters that can be summoned up.

Jiu Tun carried Ibaraki to Abe Seimei's residence, and beside him was a girl who was always ready to welcome another one. The three demons sat in the courtyard, watching Abe Seimei draw the barrier, and the talisman in his hand glowed blue. He pressed the talisman to his lips, and murmured the nine-character mantra, and finally, in a hurry like a law, the blue talisman fell into the barrier, and several will-o'-the-wisps rose up.

Ibaraki felt that he had been poisoned by that illusion, and probably the only thought in his mind now was whether it was the SSR that Abe Seimei summoned.

Out of the will-o'-the-wisp was a little demon wearing a bright red robe that burned like fire, with flowing black hair, and holding a pipe in his hand, smiling. He didn't look like a normal five or six-year-old child at all.

His gaze moved over Shuten's face, stayed on Ibaraki's corner for a few seconds, and then landed on Kukutori's face.

"Girl, do you like me? If you like it, I will give it to you."

With a childish voice and a shameless smile, Abe Seimei let out a groan, flipped through several pages in his Hyakki Chronicle, and finally found that page.

"It turned out to be a hair eater."

A ball of fine hair probably looks like an octospider. No monster has ever asked why a ball of hair turned into a spider.

Ibaraki's heart skipped a beat, he stared at the hair-eater, and then quickly turned his head to look at Guhuo.

The Guhuoniao family all look alike, black hair and red lips, beautiful and coquettish, full of maternal love, full of murderous intent, his aunt Niao, and his sister He Yin have always been very close.

"like."

Gu Huo Niao squatted down, spread her arms and wings, and the hair-eating ghost threw herself into her arms and was hugged firmly.

How can you not like it.

Safaki wrapped his arms around Gokutori's neck contentedly, and showed a fatherly and kind smile towards Ibaraki in Shutendouji's arms.

"Xiaomumu."

"roll!"

Ibaraki threw an angry black flame at him.

Because not everyone can see that their lover is still a child, and not everyone can see that their father-in-law is also a child. When meeting his father-in-law for the first time, Shuten Doji received a precious gift from his father-in-law. Long pipe.

His father-in-law patted him on the shoulder cautiously.

The author has something to say: There are currently two tentative fan stories. The number of words depends on the author's imagination. The first one is Da Tun X Tsamiao, and the second one is empty, hoping that the little angels will like it.