After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

The willow branches on the edge of the fence are hanging down, and the imperial curtain outside the gate blocks the view. The boy with hemp leaves is taken to the room to rest. Through the dense bamboo curtain, one can vaguely see the black-haired young man sitting in the corridor outside. Just like when I was in that small mountain village that day, I sat there drinking alone.

The clear and shallow wine fragrance permeates the air, making people intoxicated.

Ma Ye Boy didn't know whether to tell this person that the onmyoji and his friends were on guard against him.

He didn't dare to reveal a little bit of his specialness, and he couldn't trust others after those things.

It's just that this man is kind to him.

Ma Ye Boy was hesitant and didn't know what to do. At this moment, he couldn't help thinking, why couldn't he hear what this person was thinking?

If he could hear what the other person was thinking, he might be able to understand this person a little better, and maybe he wouldn't be so hesitant.

But if reminded, how should he explain it?

"Kids, don't think too much." The voice suddenly sounded with a smile, like the spring breeze caressing in March, but it made Ma Yetong's whole body freeze, his pupils dilated, his eyes showed panic, and he couldn't help it for a moment. He stared at the faint figure outside the bamboo curtain for a moment.

"If you don't sleep, you won't grow tall." The tone of the young man's speech was very gentle, with a careless laziness.

Ma Yedouzi lay back on the tatami with a stiff body, not sure if the other party had heard his thoughts.

Don't dare to confirm, dare not take risks.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

He lay on the tatami, closed his eyes tightly, clutched the clothes on his body with both hands, trying to calm down his breathing.

Hearing the calm inside, Wujoki who didn't know that he had shocked others sat in the corridor, poured the wine from the gourd into the wine glass,

The yard is sunny and the blue sky is full of white clouds. The shade under the eaves does not make people feel hot, but it is very refreshing.

Wu Tiaoqing stretched out his hand, and a bird precisely landed on his white finger. The chirping sound of the bird sounded, as if he was talking about something, and there was an indistinct greenness deep in his black bean-sized eyes.

The black-haired young man sat in a loose posture and looked leisurely. While drinking wine, he listened to the words of the birds and lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

Gao Tianyuan.

Unexpectedly, the reason why Abe Seimei became wary of him was that he had acquired a bit of Takamahara's breath from Mr. Fengshen.

This is really...

It seems that he must first find a way to convince Abe Seimei that he has nothing to do with Gao Tianyuan, and it is not a solution to be guarded like this all the time.

However, why did Seimei Abe feel so wary of Takamahara?

Even a little breath can make him so vigilant.

Gojo Kiyoshi was thinking about the reason for the hostility between the two. Logically speaking, Abe Seimei, who had contracted with a god general, would not be like this. There must be some unknown reason in it, and this reason is probably related to Abe Seimei himself.

... Well, it has nothing to do with him, and he has no connection with Gao Tianyuan himself, as long as Abe Seimei can believe this.

As for the others, he doesn't have much time to worry about other people's affairs now.

The sparrow tilted its head, as if it didn't understand how his expression changed back and forth. Wu Tiaoqing touched the upturned feathers on its head with his hands, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He was a little interested in the Jade of the Four Souls that those people said.

He also made up his mind about that thing, but the four-hundred-hundred-hundred-year-old jade was tainted with filth, and the spiritual energy inside became turbid. Wujo Qing gave up after looking at it. If he used that thing as a supplement to Honmaru's spiritual power, Even if the swords wake up, their xinxing will be affected.

However, since the Jade of the Four Souls of this era is placed in the Itsukushima Shrine where the Three Goddesses are enshrined, it is presumed that the spiritual power in it has not been polluted like in later generations.

As for whether it can be used, we will not know until he gets it.

I didn't expect to find something that met the conditions so quickly. This great Onmyoji is really different.

Wujo Qing narrowed his eyes in a happy mood, the mole on the eyelids seemed to be a little red, he touched the bird's wings, and his lowered voice was a little bit more tingly and charming, just like the whispers between lovers. .

"Good boy, let's go."

"Chirp~~" The bird shook its body coquettishly, spread its wings and flew to the sky.

In the dark night, under the dim moonlight, a strange black shadow shuttled around the alleys of Danba City, and the sound of sizzle was especially obvious in the silent night.

Passing through one street after another, the black shadow came to the outside of a secluded mansion, climbing up the wall like some twisted reptile.

The willow twigs swayed gently in the middle of the night, the cold wind was blowing, and the crescent moon covered by the dark clouds seemed to be glowing with an ominous red light.

The candles in the mansion had long been extinguished, and the entire courtyard was pitch black.

The strange black shadow entered the courtyard along the wall, moved forward in the darkness, flattened the grass, the twisted figure climbed up the wooden corridor, the door was opened a crack, and the black shadow was a puddle of water, seeping in through the gap in the door.

The young man lying on his side on the tatami didn't notice it, his black hair was scattered behind him like tulle, his breathing was gentle, and his graceful neck was coveted.

The black shadow crawled forward, and the black lines like running water clung to the white neck little by little.

The young man who was soundly asleep seemed to feel unwell, his brows were furrowed, his breathing became difficult, his eyelashes trembled, and his limbs began to struggle unconsciously.

One hand clasped the black shadow from behind, making him unable to move. Ho-ho gasped as if someone had strangled his throat. The tail of silvery white hair was flicked lightly, and the black shadow was torn off from the young man.

Gojo Satoru clasped the black shadow with one hand, his sight was not obstructed even in the darkness, his ice-blue eyes scrutinized carefully, the young man lying on the wooden pillow was clearly intoxicated in sleep, and the frown between his brows was also caused by the black shadow He left and smoothed, his chest rose and fell slightly, and because of his sleeping position, a strand of hair slid down his face, floating gently with his breath.

Didn't wake up, couldn't sense the curse spirit or pretended to sleep?

The black shadow was held in a ball by the movement of his hand, Gojo Satoru approached a little closer, squatted down, and observed carefully, his empty hand was still dangling in front of the opponent's eyes.

No response.

A faint smell of wine inhaled his breath, Gojo Wu frowned, this is, have you been drinking?

He lowered his head and moved closer, and he was only a short distance away from that face, and the aroma of the wine became stronger as the other person exhaled and inhaled.

It looks like you drank a lot, and you can enjoy it?

Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged, supported his face with one hand, threw the black ball up and down with the other, and kept looking at it.

This one was not at all wary, he was traveling with someone he had only known for a few days, and even got drunk.

I don't know if it's out of trust in Seimei, or because I didn't realize it.

His eyes turned on the young man, and he took off his usual loose and cumbersome attire. The young man in plain white underwear had a slender waist and long legs. The posture of lying on his side made his buttocks particularly upright and plump. He had an attractive figure.

Black hair and snow skin, without the warmth and pressure of when he was awake, his appearance is still beautiful, and the red marks on his fair neck that were drawn by the black shadow just now add a bit of fragile and abusive beauty to it.

If you meet those nobles in Kyoto who are not taboo about meat and vegetables, you will probably be taken back to the mansion to have fun every day.

That martial art is nothing in the eyes of nobles. If there is no other ability, two fists are no match for four hands, and the ending is naturally obvious.

I don't know what Qingming is wary of. The young man's spiritual power is very weak, and he doesn't feel any trace of the mantra.As I saw during the day, although the force is there, it's not that great. It's okay against ordinary people, but it's not good enough against them.

If Gao Tianyuan sent such a person to assassinate Qingming, it would be like hitting a stone with an egg.

Gojo Satoru pinched the opponent's cheek with his hands, but there was still no response, he slept like a dead pig, and couldn't help curling his lips in a lack of interest.

He got up and walked out, a figure in the courtyard seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Wu, what's the matter?" Abe Seimei asked warmly, turning the volume down very softly, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside.

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes blankly, "Drunk, fast asleep."

Abe Seimei: ...

"Almost strangled to death and didn't wake up, like a dead pig." He threw the black ball in his hand, "Here, this guy is the one who made the mess."

Abe Seimei caught it, put it in his sleeve, and said, "Thank you."

During the daytime investigation, Abe Seimei discovered that it was not monsters or the like that caused chaos in Tamba City, but another, more peculiar, curse.

Unlike wraiths, these things are formed by the collection of negative emotions generated in human hearts, and there is nothing that Yin Yang can do.

Abe Seimei wasn't quite sure at first, because ordinary people couldn't see the curse, until he saw Gojo Satoru who stayed here.

There is a specialization in art, if it is a monster causing trouble, Gojo Satoru will not stay here on purpose.

Just like he can't do anything about the curse, Wujo Wu can't do anything about collecting demons and eliminating spirits. There are still some differences between the two.

He asked Gojo Satoru to help him subdue the curse spirit, and Gojo Satoru took advantage of this opportunity to try the depth of clearing, and secretly put something that attracted the curse on the other party, so what happened now.

Gojo Satoru put his hands on his waist and said with a smile, "You're welcome, just accompany me to get the jade of the four souls."

"...Are you really planning to go?" Abe Seimei raised his forehead, and Gojo Satoru's face showed a bright hint of wanting to make trouble.

"Of course, things that can make that guy unhappy, no matter what, you have to mix it up. Anyway, when the time comes, the witch is not looking for me."

"Don't tell me you're not interested in the Jade of the Four Souls."

...It's not that I'm not interested, it's just...

"That's it." Gojo Satoru waved his hands and was about to go back to the room to rest. When he walked through the door, he caught a glimpse of the person inside, as if thinking of something, he turned to Qingming and said, "By the way, the guy inside was injured." He got hurt, if you don't want to be found out, you can give him some medicine."

He smacked his lips in disgust, and muttered: "How could such a weak guy be sent by Gao Tianyuan, a drunkard, it's boring."

Gojo Satoru murmured away, and after he left, Abe Seimei entered the room with silent footsteps.

The young man on the tatami didn't notice it, the red mark on his neck was particularly obvious. Abe Seimei stared at it for a while, took out the ointment from his sleeve, squatted down, and applied the ointment little by little with extremely gentle movements.

The beating of the pulse came from the fingers. After taking the medicine, Abe Seimei wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, and his eyes fell on the other person's face.

In the silent night, a leisurely sigh sounded, the door was closed, and footsteps walked away.

In the darkness, the corners of the hungover young man's mouth seemed to rise a little.