Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

Zhaohua thought about it, so he asked the question.

This question really made Natsume think about it.

After a few days of getting along, Natsume has already discovered that his previous understanding of Fu Sangshen was a bit off.

Although they are also called masters, compared with Shikigami, the way Zhaohua and Sanriyue get along is very different.

A Tsurumaru who is very interested in everything and often sees his head and tail.

A Mikazuki who is too good-looking, but sits there with a teacup and has a kind grandfather aura. Every time Natsume passes by, he can't help but want to refill his cup with a plate of snacks.

In short, they are all very individual existences, with the same casualness and freedom in their personalities.

But these two attitudes towards Zhaohua are completely different.

For Tsurumaru, his work is done if his personal safety is ensured.So he completely left his master behind and focused on exploring the new world.

But Sanriyue is clearly interested in many things, but he never acts alone. No matter where Zhaohua goes, he will always follow Zhaohua.

It was as if everything in front of him could not compare to his interest in Zhaohua.

After explaining his own thoughts, Natsume thought for a while, and threw out a word that he thought was most appropriate.

"... I always feel that Mr. Sanriyue is very... obsessed with you?"

persistent...

How can it be!

Zhaohua subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he thought about it along Natsume's train of thought, and suddenly found that Sanriyue's attitude towards him was indeed different from the information he had studied.

Compared with San Riyue who worked so hard to follow him here and there in the past, San Riyue quietly read a book and said goodbye to him with a smile today, which is more in line with his understanding of San Riyue Zongjin.

Especially compared to Tsurumaru, Zhaohua couldn't find any reason to justify the need for Sankayue to follow him.

The creatures here are not a threat to him, what Tsurumaru can see, it is impossible for Mikazuki not to know.

He is not interested in things here because he grew up in such an environment, but Sankayue has been living in Honmaru and has never seen everything in modern society.

But only when he took the initiative to talk about it, San Riyue would take a look at it in novelty.

Things that have nothing to do with him can't arouse San Riyue's interest.

Zhaohua finally realizes belatedly that Sanriyue is special to him.

And Mikazuki has never concealed this specialness, even Natsume and Natori, who have only been together for a few days, can vaguely perceive it.

But he never found out.

No, it shouldn't be because he didn't notice it, Zhaohua retorted to himself, in all fairness, did he really not notice anything strange about those deliberate or unintentional physical contact, those words with hidden meaning?

His eyes became extremely complicated in an instant, maybe there was, but he subconsciously ignored the past.

He thought that in this way, the constant distance could be maintained, and the things that worried him would never happen.

He is a self-deceiving coward who stubbornly sticks to his own line and refuses to take a step.

He thought he was doing it for the good of San Riyue, but, has he already hurt San Riyue?

Thinking of Sanriyue's abnormal appearance today, Zhaohua pursed her lips and secretly made up her mind.

After Natsume finished speaking, she saw Zhao Hua as if frozen, and there was no response for a long time, and the atmosphere around her was extremely heavy.

He couldn't help wondering if he said something wrong, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Zhaohua, did I say something wrong?"

"No, no."

Zhaohua came back to his senses, shook his head, didn't say anything more, and turned to talking about the marching army.

Natsume was very embarrassed and said that he didn't know many monsters in grandma's friend account, and Mr. Cat didn't know which monsters belonged to that area.

So they used the method of blanket search, copied many copies of those portraits, and asked the monsters they knew to help send them out.

"This will be much less efficient..."

"It's okay, we have enough time, as long as we find it before I leave."

Zhaohua also shared the news sent by Shizheng, took out a map, and circled a location for Natsume.

"This is the direction a monster told me. He has seen the retrograde army. I have checked the front area with Sanriyuedian. There is nothing unusual. Natsume, try to find this place."

"Ok, I see."

Natsume took a closer look at the location, and saw a familiar place name at the very edge of the end, "Here..."

Isn't this the place he went to twice with Uncle Zi?The little fox lives here.

"what happened?"

"Here is a friend of mine, I can ask him about this."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Seeing that the matter of the retrograde army had already been arranged, Zhaohua brought up another matter.

"How is Natsume's spell drawing going? Is there anything unclear?"

Here we go, it's time to hand in homework!

Natsume took out a few sheets of paper from his carry-on bag, these were the last few of his better drawings, the other failed ones had already been piled up in a pile.

"The painting is very good."

Zhaohua took it and looked at it carefully. Although none of them were successful, the progress was much faster than he thought.

And it can be seen that there are no mistakes in drawing individual runes, and the basic skills are already very solid.The rest is the continuity between the runes, and the beginning and end of writing.

Zhaohua pointed out a few problems to Natsume, and during this process, Natori ran under a big tree in the distance to make sure that he could not hear the voices speaking here.

The inheritance of yin and yang is very serious. Generally, people who are not from the same family cannot learn the family's yin and yang.

Zhaohua dared to be the bishop to Natsume because he was already the last onmyoji in the family. If his family's techniques could be used here, his teacher might be very pleased.

"At this speed, you should be able to draw a successful spell tomorrow."

After one success, you will be able to find out the hand feeling, and the subsequent learning will be much smoother.

"Thank you Mr. Zhaohua!"

Natsume happily put his homework back, went through the knowledge points in his mind again to make sure he hadn't forgotten, and then couldn't wait to go back to practice.

After Zhaohua's small class was over, they sent Natsume home, and they were ready to go back.

The car was running on the wide road, and the scenery on the side of the road quickly receded. The closer he got to Natori's house, the more nervous Zhaohua became.

Thinking of meeting Sanriyue soon, although he had already made up his mind, he still fell into inexplicable anxiety.

There is a war between heaven and man in his mind, and for a while he feels that what he is going to do is right, and for a while he overthrows it all.

The moment the car stopped, Zhaohua's anxiety reached its peak.

He pushed open the door stiffly and walked to the door of the room. There was light through the crack of the door below—San Riyue was in the room.

He hesitated and didn't knock on the door immediately, but at this moment, the closed door in front of him was suddenly pulled open.

Fu Sangshen with dark blue hair stood against the light at the door. He was wearing long-sleeved pajamas, and his open neckline showed his delicate collarbone.

His face is beautiful and his eyebrows are picturesque, and when he looks at him with crescent moon eyes, it seems to be shining.

"Master, welcome back."

Zhaohua didn't ask Sanriyue how he knew he was back, because he couldn't hold these extra things in his mind.

The moment he saw San Riyue, he had only one thought, and he couldn't procrastinate any longer. Whether it was right or wrong, he only wanted one thing, to make San Riyue happy.

Hearing the sound of Natori entering the door, Zhaohua pushed Mikazuki's shoulders, took two steps forward, and closed the door behind him with his backhand, blocking all interference from the door.

San Riyue obediently retreated into the room, and asked doubtfully, "Master?"

Zhaohua didn't answer his words, his hand was still on Sanriyue's shoulder, the temperature belonging to another person was transmitted to his fingertips through the thin cloth, and then flowed along the fingertips to his heart.

He only felt his heart beating wildly, and the heat climbed up to the ears. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look into San Riyue's eyes.

He knew that he must be acting strangely now, but he couldn't back down.

"His Royal Highness Sanriyue..."

Zhaohua pretended to be calm when he spoke, but the unsteady ending revealed his nervousness.He took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his mood, then he raised his eyes and looked into San Riyue's deep eyes.

"I like you."

This sentence is light and floating, like a petal falling inadvertently.

Zhaohua paused, stared into Sanriyue's eyes, and said in a firmer voice, "I like you."

San Riyue opened her eyes wide in surprise, the master's face was close at hand, in the black eyes like ink, the eyes were firm and decisive, with an indomitable momentum.

This time it was Sanriyue's turn to be confused, what happened in just one night?Why did the owner's attitude turn 180 degrees? !

Moreover, shouldn't he do the job of frankly piercing the window paper?

Although the plan was disrupted, Sanriyue was worthy of being Sanriyue, and she recovered immediately.

He brushed away the broken hair from Zhaohua's ear, and rubbed the side of Zhaohua's face with his fingertips.

"The master is really fouling, obviously I should be the one to do this kind of thing."

"But it's not too late now."

Sanriyue leaned over, aimed at those soft lips, and kissed them.

"I like Master very much too..."

The author has something to say: Zhaohua never engages in euphemism, and if he wants to do it, he will be a big voter!

Sanriyue who was robbed of the scene: I was going to give the master a surprise...

Everyone is a god assist!