C-site pheromone

Wen Yaofeng's breath was stagnant, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Bai Chun's buttocks again.

Bai Chun: "...?"

"My ass feels good?"

"No," Wen Yaofeng's ears turned red, and he adjusted his standing posture: "I didn't feel it at all when I hugged you just now."

Bai Chun nodded: "Extensible, portable and easy to hide."

The show group played hot enough, not to mention the well-behaved and beautiful young lady who was shot in the street with an arrow, but unexpectedly put tails on her teammates without anyone knowing it.

Wait, what did that witch say?

The third issue of Wen Yao Feng Lu got started very quickly. First, he probed to see the bustling night scene in Kabukicho, and then dragged Bai Chun deeper into the alley.

Bai Chun was also obedient, allowing him to hold the wrist, as if he could lead it anywhere.

"You're in trouble," Wen Yaofeng said in a low voice, "The witch said that the three major families are all going to hunt foxes, and your fight today is completely a moving target..."

"The situation may be even more complicated," Bai Chun leaned against the wall and slowly rolled up his long sleeves: "The three of us are probably hunting each other."

Each group hides a fox and is accompanied by a hunter.

The victory condition is to hunt down at least one fox, that is, to kill the opponent while protecting the teammates.

Wen Yaofeng likes this double-sided setting very much. He is aggressive and willing to protect Bai Chun, so don't play games too happily.

"Why don't we find a place to hide you?" He whispered, "You just squat for three hours, and come out after I kill all four on the opposite side?"

Bai Chun frowned and stared at him.

"Kidding--"

The plot design is flexible, and the game play is more flexible.

The stalker can be disguised as the prey itself, and the whereabouts of the prey can also be delicately designed.

"There must be some props hidden in the night market, let's go out and take a look around first."

"Okay." Wen Yaofeng naturally put his paw on his left shoulder: "Come on."

Bai Chun paused, feeling that it was good to walk so close together, but worried that the camera was still shooting.

He cleared his throat.

"Smell the wind."

"Hey."

"You have to be more reserved."

Wen Yaofeng wrapped him in his arms, hugged him like a wolf dog guarding a fox and walked forward: "I have no other shortcomings, but I am too reserved, and others call me Wen Reserved."

"Besides," the man openly whispered to him in front of the camera, "I protect it with my chest, and if the cold arrow comes, it must first shoot through my spine."

The sound was picked up by the microphone on the side of the neck.

Bai Chun smiled, took out a money bag from his arms, grabbed the copper coins and put them in Wen Yaofeng's palm.

"Let's go, buy sea bream and burn it."

Kabukicho [-]-chome looks like a geometric street built with countless signboards.

Countless squares and lines hanging in the air occupy the entire visual space. Tang-style buildings stand on both sides, beauties and benefactors lean on the railing to talk and laugh, and there are other oirans from other houses on the heights who are indifferent and farsighted, holding a cigarette stick in their hands for a long time in silence.

The scene has been repeatedly designed and changed by the program team, and the classical and modern elements are fully mixed, like a Western crepe with baked rice cakes.

Wen Yaofeng walked past the crowd with his arms around him, and saw the seal diagonally across the long street waving cheerfully.

The two African chieftains paused at the same time.

"Let's go get some food first."

"Go in the opposite direction."

"Brother Wen--Brother Chun" the little white seal wagged his tail, afraid that they would not see him: "Today, we have a [-]% discount for ten consecutive draws—"

Bai Chun looked sideways: "How about..."

"Gambling is losing!" Wen Yaofeng said seriously: "Krypton gold hurts the body, it's not good!"

The little white seal saw them turning sideways with their hands and feet, lying on the counter and sighing regretfully: "Remember to come back and see me."

Sure enough, "Foxtail" and "Golden Poison Feather" both adopted the routine of hiding clues in the scene.

The guests wandered by the goldfish pond, or sat casually in a certain izakaya, and could hear the cheerful conversation of the nearby children, or the helpless complaints of the uncles while drinking.

Many clues gradually surfaced.

"That Onmyouji master still lives in the Kazama soup house?"

"That's right, I heard that in order to please the oiran, he even drew a talisman to turn a spring in the soup house into fine wine, and all the water that flows out is the best Yubingyaki!"

"Oh, I heard that your lord was originally a very upright person..."

"Can the spring water be turned into wine?! No wonder the threshold of the Kazama soup house is almost broken, I want to go and see it!"

"What happened to the oiran of the Tsuchiya family today?"

"I was shot in the street. My sister was working in a shop across the street. I saw the witch cut off her tail and took her away. The blood on the side of the road hadn't been wiped away just now."

"Oh, she's so beautiful..."

Wen Yaofeng bought a matcha-flavored taiyaki and an apple candy for Bai Chun.

The amber maltose evenly coats the apples, making it sweet and crunchy to the bite.

The two ate and strolled, collecting and integrating various gossip one by one.

There are roughly two lines to the story.

The resolute and courageous shrine maidens have guarded the nearby shrines for generations. This time, they were entrusted by the three major families to patrol around [-]-chome at night and guard the safety of the entire area with one person.

The unrestrained onmyoji was kicked out of the Yinyang house a few months ago, and now spends his days drinking and drinking, exchanging glasses with countless geisha and singers, and is the most talked about figure in recent days.

"That is to say, to find hunting tools, you have to get close to these two NPCs."

"I heard from the little girl who was twittering just now that the witch hates Onmyoji very much, and she said that she will drive him out sooner or later?" Wen Yaofeng caught a glimpse of an entry point: "How about we kidnap that guy and give it to her? "

Bai Chun thought it would be fun to play like a robber, and was about to say yes, when the old woman's laughter came from beside her.

"Two guests, would you like to come to my teahouse for a drink?"

The mother-in-law in a dark green kimono waved, and the blue lotus flowers in the water basin at the door were in full bloom.

"Mother-in-law," Wen Yaofeng frowned, "Why don't you turn on the lights in your store?"

"The children are playing Hundred Stories," the old woman said with a smile, "The lucky one who tells the story at the end will give a gift."

Gift!And stories!

Wen Yaofeng was suddenly poked into Haoyu District, and turned to stare at Bai Chun.

Bai Chun realized that he didn't know what Baiwuyu meant, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to go in."

"I am a reserved person." Wen Yaofeng said slowly: "You pamper me."

"Okay." Bai Chun paid eight copper coins as the entry fee, and walked into the dark room with him.

Walking a few more steps inside, the light gradually dimmed to the point where you couldn't see your fingers clearly. Fortunately, there was faint candlelight in the main hall.

Eight people sat in a circle, and when they saw them coming in, they gave way to the side so that the two of them could sit together.

Hundred Stories is a game of summoning ghosts with far-reaching origins. Tell a story and blow out a lantern until nine of No.90 are blown out, and the ghosts will come as scheduled.

The old lady bent down to serve them tea and snacks, and said with a smile, "Then, let's begin."

Wen Yaofeng ate snacks in peace: "It's so sweet."

The first person put down his teacup, breathed a sigh of relief and told the story.

In the middle of the story, Wen Yaofeng realized something was wrong, leaned closer to Bai Chun and whispered, "Is it a ghost story?"

Bai Chun continued to add settings to the game branch line with a normal expression: "The store said that once you come in, you are not allowed to leave."

Wen Yaofeng: "...!!"

He listened with his back stiffened, curious and afraid of ghosts.

When I was a child, I was used to being alone, and I had never heard serious fairy tales a few times. It was exciting to come into contact with such old-fashioned old stories.

After listening, he rubbed towards Bai Chun.

Bai Chun glanced at him: "Do you want to go out?"

Wen Yaofeng shook his head.

"Then, that woman suddenly took off her own head and said—"

Wen Yaofeng quickly covered his ears.

I covered it for a few seconds and quietly let go of it to listen for a while, and felt that I had high energy and then covered it tightly again.

Bai Chun couldn't help laughing, and bent his ear and said, "I've heard this story before, so I know what's scary."

Wen Yaofeng heard the hint: "Can you help me cover it?"

Bai Chun stared at him: "Do you want to wear dog ears for shopping?"

"No—not in the usual way."

Bai Chun pursed his lips and smiled lightly, stretching out his hands in the darkness.

The palm slowly pressed against Wen Yaofeng's ear, dry and soft, with a slight warmth.

The strange and sinister story lost its voice for a moment.

Everyone sat in a circle, their faces flickering from the candlelight.

The faint light and the cold wind were all intentional settings that made people's backs tingle.

But at this moment, Wen Yaofeng can only feel him.

Their pheromones are faintly intertwined, and one's breathing is synchronized with the rise and fall of the other's palm.

Warm, tranquil, and so infatuated that you never want to let go.

Wen Yaofeng's ears felt a little hot again, and he wanted to see Bai Chun's expression, so he sat up straighter for no reason, as if he was still afraid of the female ghost legend just now.

So gentle.

Could he...actually like me a little bit?

Originally, Bai Chun wanted to let go of the high-energy time, but now he seemed to be half-holding him, and gradually his wrists became sore, so he simply put his arms on his shoulders.

They are like the bamboo horses of childhood sweethearts, but also like the best friends who deeply believe in each other.

The darkness made them gradually relax, and they could feel each other's subtle throbbing.

Bai Chun listened to the story absent-mindedly, and occasionally glanced sideways at Wen Yaofeng.

It seems to be shy.

Bai Chun didn't think too much at first, but when he saw Wen Yaofeng's youthful reaction, his cheeks suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head to feel the touch of his palm.

The ninth person is Bai Chun.

He let go, told a simple little story, and blew out the candle.

Wen Yaofeng listened for a long time with a sigh of relief, and was not frightened until the end of the story.

Eh!

"The tenth." Bai Chun glanced at him, "You talk about the last one."

"Hey, there is no character limit."

"No."

Wen Yaofeng cleared his throat again, and said slowly.

"Tomorrow is Monday, I have to go to work."

Everyone: "...!!"

Bai Chun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Change to another one."

"The plagiarism check rate of papers is 60.00%."

"……anything else."

"The teammates in the promotion match quarreled."

Everyone: "...!!!"

Wen Yaofeng watched everyone's reactions, and nodded happily: "The effect is not bad, I've blown out the candles."

The tenth candle was blown out suddenly, and the entire main hall was completely plunged into darkness.

A red-lacquered and gold-patterned demon-slaying sword fell from a height, and was unsheathed in the middle of the candle with inertia.

The double bells with handles and tails were ringing loudly, and the long blades were bent like a white moon, showing the cold light!