After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

"Sunny~~Ming~~"

A voice full of resentment like a wraith resounded in the room. Hearing it so suddenly, the hairs stood on end in fright. As soon as Wujo Qing turned his head, he saw a huge figure rushing towards himself and Abe Seimei.

"and many more--"

With a plop, mixed with a weak groan/groan, Gojo Satoru pushed the two of them down together, muttering in dissatisfaction. "You guys are too much, leave me there for a long time, and whisper here yourself."

"Excessive!"

"Qing, you ignore me, do you think Qingming is going too far?"

Whispering and complaining like a child asking for candy, "My feet are numb. How can I just set someone aside and ignore them? Is that how amulets are used?"

"Qing~" He threw himself on Wutiaoqing, looked up, but was slightly stunned.

The person below him had black hair spread out, his brows were tightly frowned, his eye sockets were slightly flushed, his long eyelashes trembled, the mist in his eyes condensed into water droplets and slid down the corners of his eyes, his face was stained with a layer of light for some reason. Light pink, with a pair of pitiful cat eyes glistening at him with mist.

With a 'snap' sound, his vision was plunged into darkness, Abe Seimei picked up the pillow beside him and slammed it on his face with a dark face.

stinky boy.

He doesn't do things lightly or seriously, and he doesn't look at his body shape. He looks like a bear, and he just rushes over like this to crush people to death?

Just now, Abe Seimei didn't realize it, two weights were added to his body in an instant, and the back of Wujo Qing's head hit his chest directly, his eyes went dark, and he almost didn't lift it up in one breath.

"How long are you going to press?"

Abe Seimei lost his composure, stretched out his leg and kicked Gojo Satoru on the shoulder, staring at him with a dark complexion.

He and Gojo Satoru are also about the same age. Abe Seimei is slightly older, and he is a little more stable than the young master who grew up surrounded by servants and has a wild personality. He usually takes care of him as a younger brother who is a few years younger. , As a result, this kid has become more and more ignorant recently.

Not to mention that he is weak at first, and he just recovered from his illness. With his body size, anyone who is fine can be crushed to death.

Really, I owe it to you!

"Qingming, are you trying to smash me to death!"

Gojo Satoru propped himself up, angrily took off the pillow on his face, Abe Seimei sneered. "It would be great if it could be smashed to death. I will do everything for the people."

"Qing, look at Qingming, it's too much!" Gojo Gojo shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head pitifully.

His waist was about to break, he was so pressed that he couldn't breathe, his face was flushed with anger, and Wu Tiaoqing, who was about to lose control of his urge to hit someone: Can I get up first?You go to the side to have a fight?

Or you can fuck off together :)

It's confirmed, the young master was not his enemy in his previous life, but his ancestor.

living ancestors.

Oh shit.

The day started from a noisy morning, and the last ones who rescued Wutiaoqing were Ma Yeboy who came early because he was worried about him, and Tianhou who was dragged here by him.

Seeing the chaotic scene, the little guy turned black and dragged away the two adults who were fighting like children, and rescued Wu Tiaoqing who was crushed to the point of fainting. There was palpable disappointment in the eyes of the two of them.

"My lords, even if you want to get close, you don't have to be so impatient. At least wait until the person recovers from illness. This is really... so that people don't know what to say."

"You misunderstood." Abe Seimei wanted to explain, Tianhou glanced at him lightly, sighed, shook her head and walked into the room, closing the door tightly.

Abe Seimei: ...

He stared at the closed shoji door for a while, and finally kicked Gojo Satoru next to him with a wooden face.

It's all the fault of this kid, it's embarrassing.

"Tell me, why are you here?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, dodged his feet, moved to the side again, and only muttered after opening the distance. "I didn't want to stay at home, so I came here."

"Arguing with Patriarch Gojo again?" Abe Seimei was speechless, Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes, sat on the edge of the corridor, and said angrily, "Who would quarrel with that kind of person."

Well, we had a fight.

In the entire capital, there are only Patriarch Wutiao who can anger the young master to this extent, and it is usually someone else who is angered to death by him.

Abe Seimei sighed, it was difficult for others to say anything about housework, and the young master would quarrel with the Patriarch Wutiao every now and then, he was used to it.

only……

"...Why did you run to Qing's room?" It's not like he didn't have a place to rest here.

Gojo Satoru supported the wooden floor behind him with his backhand, raised his head, and looked innocently at Abe Seimei who was standing beside him. "It's too late, I don't want to move, this is the closest to the wall."

"..."

"And didn't you say that that guy was cold, wouldn't it be good for me to be a heater for free?"

Abe Seimei twitched the corners of his mouth, his upright look really made people unable to think of anything to say about him.

"Since we're here, come help." He grabbed Wutiao Wu's collar and dragged him towards the kitchen. "Today's breakfast has to be cooked by the two of us."

"wait??"

"My young master can't cook!"

Abe Seimei maintained a gentle expression, and pasted a fixed amulet on the head of the struggling man with his backhand. "If you can't do it, you have to do it."

Who do you think it's because of?

Judging by Tianhou's appearance, he probably won't care about them for a day today. He just saw Tianhou holding the little paper man who usually uses for cooking in his hand. If he doesn't do it, he will be hungry for two days.

In the room, after hearing the sound from outside, Tianhou took a look at Wutiaoqing, who was not looking well, and told him to rest for a while, and the little paper figurine would bring him breakfast after making breakfast, and then went out with the hemp leaf boy .

After a long time, Wujo Qing, who couldn't hear any movement around him, propped himself up and sat up, glanced at the closed door, groped in the clothes in front of him, and took out the things that didn't exist in the clothes .

I don't know who put the blue-and-gold rim on his body, and a lifelike fox was embroidered with gold thread on the back. Seeing the familiar patterns and stitches on it, Gojo Kiyoshi sighed.

I didn't expect to let my aunt worry about me when I got here.

Really, useless...

He held the guard in his hand, under the drooping broken hair, a very obvious green color slowly rose in the obscure pupils.

The pace was too slow, he had to pick up his pace.

I can't let my aunt worry about him anymore.

The bright red blood dripped slowly on the tatami along the fingertips, and the blood gradually condensed, forming a petite and exquisite spider with a red body all over.

[Owner. ]

[If you move faster, it doesn't matter if you make a little noise, let me know as soon as you find it. ]

[Yes. ]

The little red spider crawled out from the crack of the door, and at the same time, the birds that inhabited all over the capital seemed to be disturbed, and they all spread their wings and flew into the sky.

Abe Seimei, who was struggling in the back kitchen, seemed to sense something, frowned slightly, walked to the door and glanced at the distant sky.

"Seimei?" Gojo Satoru, with something on his face stuck out, looked at him curiously.

"It's nothing, it's probably an illusion." Abe Seimei pursed his lips and shook his head, glanced at the cloudless sky, his heart sank.

I always feel... an ominous premonition.