What if the lord is too popular

cloudy at ten o'clock in the morning

Two hours before Dazai arrived.

Tong Mo and Yaozai appeared in the lobby, and were surrounded by believers who heard the news.

They had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, chattering:

"My lord, I heard that you fell from the 21st floor. I couldn't sleep at night, and I didn't go to work, so I hurried here."

A bold man pinched Tong Mo's arm and looked him over from head to toe.

After a while, "Wow" cried bitterly:

"My lord, you are unscathed, really—"

He took a deep breath and prostrated himself on the ground:

[Son of God bless me with bliss! ]

Everyone around was deeply infected, like dominoes fell to their knees, shouting:

"Son of God bless me with bliss! Master Tongmo bless me with bliss!"

Yaozai was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Needless to say, the shouts were deafening, but the pious and humble expressions of the believers made him curl his toes.

Yaozai looked at Tong Mo beside him out of the corner of his eye, the other party had a calm demeanor with a smile on his lips.

Is this the usual style of Bliss?

Yaozai suddenly became dizzy.

Tong Mo noticed something strange, and calmly grabbed his waist.The two were surrounded and walked towards the throne.

The leader stood on the seven steps, overlooking the crowd, and let the kimono sleeves hang down with his hands raised high.

"Son of God blesses bliss!"

His voice was as cold as the air in a winter morning, without anger or prestige.

The ceremony ended, and the hustle and bustle came to an end.

Yaozai was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Tong Mo invited him to sit with him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, you can't save the leader's face.

He was in a dilemma, and the leading steward questioned:

"My lord, forgive me, this is...?"

Tong Mo glanced at the man expressionlessly, then cleared his throat:

"This is the fellow who I met after falling from a tall building, Hinoki."

"Hinoki" is the new name bestowed on Yaoza by Onimai Tsuji. As a wanted criminal, he must give up everything.

The housekeeper said nothing, and the believers looked at each other in blank dismay. After a while of silence, no one questioned.

The authority of the Bliss leader can be seen.

Tong Mo takes advantage of Yaozai's distraction and pulls him to sit down.

The seating space was small, and the two of them rubbed their knees but they knew each other, and they didn't even meet their eyes.

The other side of business affairs is extreme ambiguity.

Yaozai couldn't help his heart beating wildly.

Tong Mo didn't seem to notice anything, and ordered the believers to be divided into two rows.

"Okay," the leader passed through Yaozai's arm with his right hand when he got up, and yanked him up: "It's time to work, Your Highness Hinoki."

"What?" Yaozai looked puzzled.

"Listen to the troubles of the believers~"

Tong Mo walked down the steps first, rolled up his sleeves, and stretched out his hand towards Yaozai with a wide smile.

The believers present gasped and gasped in amazement.

The dignified Bliss leader, who is in the clouds, when has he personally helped others?

Some of them looked at Yaoya with awe in their eyes.

But the other part is still skeptical.

Yaozai looked down at everyone from above, and took Tong Mo's hand.

The two sat cross-legged on lotus pedestals.

The steward walked towards Tong Mo respectfully, and knelt in front of him, his drooping neck wrinkled and mottled.

"The old man prays that my son, who is incompetent, can get enlightened as soon as possible and be admitted to a prestigious school."

After Tong Mo listened, he lightly touched the manager's forehead with his index finger, closed his eyes and said:

"I pass on the decree on behalf of the gods, and he will fulfill your request."

Hearing this, the steward suddenly relaxed his frowning brows, folded his hands together and kowtowed to the leader:

"Son of God blesses bliss!"

Yaozai's eyes widened in disbelief, how could anyone believe that prayers can make a child's future bright?

Just thinking about it, Tong Mo turned to look at him with a smile:

"That's it, you can do it, right? Your Highness Hinoki."

Tong Mo's understatement made Yaoza uncomfortable, but he had no right to refuse, so he pursed his lips and nodded.

The first person who walked towards him was a young man in his early twenties, with a few strands of blue hair in his green hedgehog head, exuding a hostile aura that no one should get close to.

Mavericks are often used to questioning.

Sure enough, before the other party sat down, he yelled in a voice that everyone could hear:

"Whether it's reliable or not, even though it's Master Tong Mo's friend..."

Yaozai didn't speak, his dark red pupils showed a little shock, but there was a warm smile on his lips.

Two very different attitudes made him elusive.

The young man swallowed his saliva timidly, and put on a cute face.

"Uh, Master Huiqi, I...my buddy recently got a girlfriend, and she always shows affection. Father, oh no, I'm getting bored to death."

Yaozai is surprised, this kind of thing must be talked openly with friends, or out of sight and out of sight.

Where is the reason to pray to the gods?

He put his index finger on the young man's forehead, and when he closed his eyelids, his fingertips suddenly passed through the electric current.

[envy].

[Intense jealousy].

Yaozai clearly sees the truth behind the young man's words.

He wasn't upset because his best friend showed affection, but—

Feelings of impossibility, hopelessness, towards one or the other.

[He has a crush on a friend of the same sex. ]

The moment the lie was discovered, a turbulent undercurrent attacked Yaozai.

He felt like a giant magnet, drawing the emotion called "jealousy" through his fingers.

Whoa!

Yaozai couldn't help trembling as if his whole body was soaked in ice water.

tap tap —

"San... Hinoki-sama, are you alright?"

Tanizaki Naomi, who was pretending to be a maid, rushed over in a hurry.

Yaozai slowed down, rubbing the center of his brows and opening his eyes, he found his pale face reflected in the girl's eyes.

"I am fine."

As soon as the words fell, the young man stretched refreshedly.

He stood up and solemnly bowed to Yaozai, his eyes showed reverence when he raised his head.

"Master Hinoki, I seem to be in a much better mood."

Yaozai stared at the tall and burly young man with a dazed expression.

Partly because of not being familiar with the name of "myself", and partly because of what happened just now.

But when he met Shang Tong Mo's searching gaze, he smiled nonchalantly.

It seems that the Bliss leader also knows that this kind of "listening" is useless other than drinking poison to quench thirst.

So what exactly are I and this young man...

The second is a woman in her 30s, who was already full of admiration before she confided in Yaoya.

She approached in a low voice: "Master Huiqi, you don't know, that Ayong always comes with a vicious look every time. I didn't expect him to have that kind of comfortable smile. You are amazing!"

Yaozai was noncommittal, put his fingers on the woman's forehead, and closed his eyes.

It was [greed] that overwhelmed him this time.

……

It was the weekend, and there were many believers who came to visit because they heard that Tong Mo was injured, and those who left satisfied after Yaozai "listened" rushed to tell the news.

Near noon, the line in front of him stretched from the spacious lobby to the courtyard outside.

Everyone talked and looked forward to it.

They are all talking about His Royal Highness Huiqi's peculiar appearance and divine power that seems to be stronger than Tong Mo.

For a time, the Bliss Sect was more crowded than ever.

Osamu Dazai, who arrived late, had to stand at the end of the line.

Seeing that the people waiting in front of him couldn't see the end, he frowned, and his eyes moved around flexibly.

suddenly-

His iris-colored eyes were fixed somewhere not far away, and his thin upturned lips waved a calculating smile.

bliss church

Yaozai experienced many negative emotions within two hours.

Jealousy, Greed, Arrogance...

The more he absorbed these things into his body, the paler his face became.

But there seemed to be a voice in his body, ordering him to continue to do so.

Tanizaki Naomi was worried beside her, ready to catch Yoya's precarious body at any time.

Seeing that Yaozai's complexion is getting worse and worse, Tong Mo finally decides not to let the situation develop.

He left the believers aside and approached with strides, his outstretched hand was about to touch Yaoya's clothes.

at this time-

The steward ran in sweating, shouting as he ran:

"No, someone fell into the river!"

Yuya Ubuyashiki's expression changed suddenly.

Outside the Bliss Church is a ring-shaped river.

When Yaozai and Tong Mo arrived, they were surrounded by believers who were pointing and pointing.

They push away the crowd.

The young man who fell into the water was lying alone on the ground, his face was blue, and the water spots of different shades seeped into the soil.

Yaozai's eyes were about to burst, and he rushed forward in two or three steps:

"Why no first aid?"

The believers behind him were stunned for a moment, and then they spoke plausibly:

"Of course it is waiting for the leader to display his divine power. How can ordinary people like us..."

"To shut up!"

The gibberish is a headache.

Yaozai yelled and knelt down to check the pulse and heartbeat of the injured.

I don't know if he was soaked in the icy water for too long, and his breathing was almost non-existent.

Yaozai was so anxious that he hurriedly performed chest compressions. Seeing that the young man's eyes were still tightly closed, he supported his chin with his hand to prepare for artificial respiration.

Onlookers whispered.

"Fresh face, new church member?"

"I don't know, I heard that he jumped into the river by himself. Don't be out of your mind, right?"

"By the way, as the people of God, how can we use such ordinary methods to treat people!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

More and more heated discussions flocked.

"That's right, didn't you say you are the Son of God? Could it be a liar?"

Tong Mo was originally watching from the sidelines, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but face the troublemakers.

He waved his wrist and hit the opponent's head with the iron fan bone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and cold eyes:

"It's not for you to talk here."

Tong Mo's voice was not loud, but revealed a bone-chilling chill.

People look at me, I look at you, and keep silent.

Yaozai focused on nothing else, bent down, his lips were one centimeter away from the young man.

At this moment-

Naomi Tanizaki appeared holding a towel and a thin blanket, and when she saw the face of the person who fell into the water, she exclaimed:

"Mr. Dazai!"

The crows watching the excitement on the branches flew up, leaving only black feathers on the ground.

Dazai?

Yaozai trembled all over, the name touched a sensitive nerve.

It was as if a breeze had blown the dusty memories in the corners of his mind.

Yaozai stopped his movements and looked at the young man's face.

This look revealed the clue—

I saw the young man's eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was about to open his eyes at any moment.

When exactly?

Yaozai's dark red eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful.

He kept bending over, the two of them were very close, and their breathing could be heard.

But this atmosphere has nothing to do with beauty, but a kind of silent wrestling.

It depends on who loses first.

After a while, the young man disarmed and surrendered, and suddenly opened his kite-colored eyes, which were shining like stars.

The corner of his mouth hooked slightly:

"Hinoki-sama is amazing, just looking at me can bring me back to life~"

Immediately, the surroundings were filled with arguments that were completely different from those just now, praising Yaozai's divine power.

……

Yaozai had no expression on his face, and when he got up, his snow-white hair caressed the opponent's face.

Tanizaki Naomi didn't notice the undercurrent between the two of them for a moment, strode forward and wrapped the young man in a thin blanket, and asked:

"Why is Mr. Dazai here?"

Dazai bowed his head, water droplets slipping down his drooping curly hair.

"Ahh~"

He sneezed, twitched his nose, and there was a teardrop at the end of his eye.

It looks pitiful and lovable.

He replied in a low voice:

"I heard that the Son of God here can solve any troubles, so I'm here."

Naomi was puzzled: "Mr. Dazai, what troubles do you have? You don't necessarily want to come here to find someone to die for love..."

As soon as the words fell, the Lord of Bliss inserted the golden fan back into his belt, lifted the hem of the kimono and squatted in front of him:

"Yeah, what's bothering you?"

Tong Mo stared at Dazai with a half-smile, naturally recalling that brief confrontation.

After all, his hand was still aching, after all, the other party used ruthless force to separate him from Yaozai.

Dazai obviously recognized him too, his eyes shifted to his red index finger, and he slowly opened his eyelids.

The two agreed and laughed.

Onimai Tsuji said that he needs to find someone who is familiar with Yaoya to see if the other party can recognize him.

Right now, there is no better choice than Osamu Dazai who offered to deliver to your door.

Tong Mo changed his mind, stood up and patted Yaozai on the shoulder to discuss:

"Since you saved this young man, please listen to his troubles too? lest he seek death and life in my Bliss Sect."

Yaozai frowned in confusion, feeling that they should know each other.

Then why let him...?

Yaozai was a little bit resistant, the bad emotions absorbed before clamored in his body to find an outlet to vent.

If the number accumulates again...

But Tong Mo didn't give him a chance to refuse, and turned around to disperse the long-awaited believers.

"That's it for today, everyone is tired. Please come back tomorrow."

Dissatisfaction was engraved on the faces of the believers, but due to the prestige of the leader, no one raised their beaks, and reluctantly scattered like birds and beasts.

Tong Mo's behavior seemed to help them clear the scene.

The doubts in Yaozai's heart accumulated like thick fog, he lowered his head and looked down at Dazai, just about to speak...

"Ah!"

A startling sneeze from Dazai takes the place of the prologue.

The corners of Yaozai's mouth curled up involuntarily, subconsciously he had long been used to the "acting like a baby" of young people.

He took Naomi's towel to wipe Dazai's wet curly hair, and asked softly:

"Is it so cold? Let's change clothes first."

Osamu Dazai nodded hesitantly, looked over Yaoya's shoulder to look at Tong Mo, the smile on his lips was fleeting.

"Okay." He lowered his eyes and said meekly.

Tong Mo arranged for Dazai to wipe his body in a remote room, and asked Naomi to find a clean set of clothes.

He and Yaozai stood guard outside, holding the doorknob tightly with their right hands.

"Do you remember who you fell down with?"

"I don't remember, I read the newspaper and dropped it with you."

Tong Mo nodded, showing real fear because of the painful memories.

"Yeah, you were wanted and came to me to discuss countermeasures. In the end, we were all pushed downstairs."

He paused, looked directly at Yaozai's red eyes, seemingly casually probing:

"Then do you remember who is inside?"

Yaozai looked up at him with a blank expression.

"You mean Dazai, should I know him?"

Hearing this, Tong Mo pursed his lips slightly, hesitated, took a deep breath after a while, and made up his mind:

"I don't know if I should say that he...is your boyfriend, but he is also the one who made you a wanted criminal."

The negative emotions accumulated in the body surged up, and Yaozai's figure flickered.

"What did you say?"

The author has something to say: Excellent student in the tea art training class: the battle between Dazai and Tongmo

The name Hinoki: "Hinoki" was inspired by the hero of "Forbidden Color" by Yukio Mishima, and "Qi" means wonderful.

感谢在2020-12-3121:32:24~2021-01-0122:51:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!