[Onmyoji] Twenty centimeters meet

In March of Yangchun, the breeze is warm.

A pure white bird flew in the clear blue sky. I saw the bird flapping its wings a few times with a pair of folded paper, and finally flew into a quiet house in Heian capital.

A slender white hand stretched out from the window, and the bird obediently landed on the slightly curved joints. After a burst of high and low staggered chirps, it obediently jumped onto the corner of the table and remained silent.

"Ask for advice on important matters, let me tell you about Song Zhige. Boya."

Abe Seimei turned his head to look at the spell that had just been completed, and ordered the shikigami who served beside him to sort and put them away, then put down the brush, smoothed the slightly wrinkled sleeves with both hands, and walked out of the room.

"Lord Seimei, do you need to go out?" Yatengu who was waiting in the outer corridor turned around and greeted the sound of the paper door being opened, while the two boys and girls, who had been trying to follow in but were stopped by him, were standing beside them. It's one step faster──

"Seimei-sama!"

Two childish voices sounded, and the brother and sister rushed towards the gentle Abe Seimei with pattering steps.This young and promising onmyoji has made a name for himself in Heian-kyo with his superb onmyoji, and has become an existence that even his master, Ka Moo Tadayuki, who has gradually retired, and his senior brother Ka Moo Baoxian cannot surpass.

In this era when ghosts are everywhere, dignitaries put their trust in the ability of onmyojis to cast down demons, eliminate demons, divination and stargazing. Abe Seimei quickly stood out among the onmyojis with his excellent talent and handsome appearance. Onmyoji, whose social status is about to be superior to others, did not abandon the ordinary people because of this. On the contrary, he protected many old, young, women and children in many demon-killing missions. Therefore, Abe Seimei also has a very good reputation among the common people.

And at this time, Ashiya Michimitsu, this arrogant onmyoji who was equally young and excellent, was easily compared.

Abe Seimei touched the soft hair of the boys and girls, and couldn't help but chuckled when he saw the two little guys narrowing their eyes satisfied with the warm touch. "I'm going to the palace to meet Boya's appointment." As he said that, he looked up at the blue sky, with a faint light shining through the thin clouds in the distance. , it must be for this matter."

If there is anyone in Heiankyo who has the best relationship with Abe Seimei, it is Boya and Kagura. After Seimei rescued Kagura who was forced to become a sacrifice earlier, Boya, the brother who dotes on his sister, is very grateful Originally, the two were like-minded friends, but now they get along as best friends.

Soon, the sent people waited at the door, the young onmyoji thanked the driver, and the ox cart drove him slowly towards the palace.

For Akira Hayakawa, there is nothing more comfortable than a good night's sleep after staying up late to submit a manuscript.Facing the sunlight that was not too dazzling but too gentle, the thin eyelids slowly moved when they were warmed by the infection, and then the girl obediently opened her eyes.

The confused state of just waking up made her rub her cheek against the quilt nostalgicly, but no matter how slow her reflexes were, she could sense something was wrong.

The first thing you see is the old but spotless floor, the soft couch that has been rubbed a little by yourself, and the clean and pleasant-smelling clothes under your palm──

So... where's my house girl nest?Where's my little nightdress?

Hayakawa Jiang felt that she had made up a false sleep.

However, this was not what made her feel the most horrified. With her IQ returning, she found that not only was the scene in front of her eyes completely different from her own room, but even her own clothes—

etc!Where are my clothes?

Hayakawa Jiang subconsciously touched herself with her hand, because the softness exposed from the out-of-size clothing when she got up, and the feeling of intimate contact between the palm and the skin on her chest made her reason instantly turn into powder.

The girl lowered her head stiffly, and then let out a scream.

In the backyard, the two men who were sitting making tea looked at each other, and then coughed in embarrassment at the same time.

"...you go and have a look?" Yimulian pretended to be busy making tea and instructed his friend.

"I refuse." Huang turned his head with a face of resistance.

Looking at the friend who had planted roots on the stone bench as if planning to join a towering tree, the gentle and handsome Fengshen bent his lips and smiled helplessly: "Okay, let me go and see, our lovely little guest seems to have been treated a lot." frightened."

Yimulian walked across the corridor, and gradually approached the room where the charming guest was placed at a steady pace. Just before he came, the girl who was still in a state of shock inside had already spoken first:

"who are you?"

In the chaos, Hayakawa Jiang heard the footsteps that clearly belonged to the man slowly approaching the place where she was. Before she had time to think about her situation, she hurriedly pulled up the crumpled clothes to wrap herself, and confirmed that other places except her face After being covered tightly, he opened his mouth.

Yimulian heard the trembling question from the girl, and was not annoyed by the other party's unreasonableness. Instead, he smiled understandingly, and took a step forward thoughtfully, so that his figure could be printed on the paper door by the morning light and thus be recognized by others. The other party sees it clearly.

"I am the owner of this deserted shrine, and I have friends with me. We brought you back," Yimulian briefly introduced his identity, and continued after noticing that the girl inside the door did not make any unusual noises. He explained: "My friend and I didn't mean to offend, but when we were having a drink last night, a vision suddenly fell from the sky, and then you appeared at the gate of the shrine."

Hayakawa Jiang, who was judged not to make any abnormal noise, was curled up in a pile of clothes at the moment. Even if the morning light was so gentle, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.An ordinary girl who grew up smoothly since she was a child, there is nothing special about it except that she has some suitors in school because of her good looks. After her parents left unexpectedly, she had to go on alone despite her grief.After graduating, she followed her hobby and took comics as her job. Because of the delicate emotional portrayal and heart-warming plots, Hayakawa Jun's comics have gradually gained a large number of loyal readers.

Originally, she thought that she would be at the right age, find the right person, have a right family, and finish this unremarkable life... But now, she is not sure whether this plan can be completed.

Not to mention why she changed rooms after sleeping, as far as she knew, the nearest shrine around the city where she lived was far away in the suburbs, and even taking public transportation would take at least two hours... She couldn't possibly Walked here safely while sleepwalking, not to mention that public transport was closed at the time.

A vision from heaven?This kind of fantasy-filled vocabulary can only be heard in the mouths of stargazers and fortune-tellers, right?

"I..." Hayakawa Jiang licked her somewhat dry lips, but a thin layer of sweat slowly broke out from the tip of her nose. Hayakawa Jiang raised her hand to wipe it off, but stopped when she swept the hand in front of her.

These hands are delicate and tender, and the fingertips are as pink and soft as petals but not too plump. They look like pampered hands that have never done housework.

However, this is not her hand. There is no small wound on the index finger accidentally cut by a carving knife, not to mention that she lives alone because of more or less housework, the tiger's mouth and middle finger already have some thin calluses.

"Huh? What's the matter, Miss?" Yimulian outside the door heard the girl pause again after a brief pronunciation, so she asked politely.

Yimulian waited patiently for a long time, so long that he himself felt that there would be no response, there were rustling sounds in the room, and then even the paper door shook slightly due to the rapid agitation of the air.

Accompanied by the squeeze and collision of the air, glowing light spots emerged in the room, and the vaguely pure evil spirit and sweet spiritual power mixed together, illuminating the whole room, even if the sun was helping to illuminate it , Yimulian outside the door still felt a little dazzling.

"Bang." The muffled sound like something falling on the quilt was the end of all this movement.

"Miss, are you okay?" Yimulian asked again tentatively, but the answer was a long silence, "Can I drive?"

"What's the matter?" Huang, who was waiting in the courtyard, found that his friend hadn't returned for a long time. Even though he was separated by a few walls, he had caught the previous change, so he followed him uneasy.

At this moment, the door of the room that had been closed to accommodate the delicate guest was opened, and the sunlight finally broke through the barrier and rushed into the room unscrupulously.In the distance, Huang saw his friend walking out holding a small object wrapped in a handkerchief in a daze.

"What happened just now? What are you holding?" Huang looked at Yimulian as if he was holding a hot potato, and couldn't help but get closer.

Even after staying in the mortal world for a long time, Yimulian still felt a little unbelievable. When he couldn't help but open the door and walk in, he was surprised to find that the girl who was supposed to be lying in the quilt disappeared, replaced by a girl hiding in the folds. A palm-sized little guy.

The demon world didn't have much protection between men and women. Yimulian waited politely at the door just now because he was afraid of scaring the people in the room. After he noticed the change, he couldn't just sit idly by.Not only because of the other party's strange aura, but as the owner of this dilapidated shrine, he is also responsible for ensuring the safety of the guests he takes in.

"What should I do?" Yimulian carefully held the small body wrapped in a handkerchief, as gently as holding a newborn fragile kitten, and he smiled helplessly: "It seems that this just-formed The lady in human form is still too weak, she can no longer maintain her normal size." As he spoke, Ichimoren slowly lifted a corner of the handkerchief, making sure that the girl's body was not exposed, and at the same time let the approaching Araki see her. cheek.

The girl who fell into a deep sleep with a tired face has exquisite facial features, and her body, which has shrunk several times, is even more adorable.Yimulian carefully stroked Hayakawa Sakura's drooping hair, like stroking a doll, and slowly revealed a gentle smile.

"Sure enough, it was right to take her in."

Monsters would subconsciously get close to their own kind, not to mention Ichimulian who loved the newborn little monster. Thinking of the expression of disapproval from his friend before, he couldn't help but feel lucky──

Such a weak newborn little demon with such a pure breath, wandering alone in the wilderness without shelter, probably wouldn't survive last night.

Corrupted yokai roaming around would eat her without hesitation.

The author has something to say: yo yo yo~ I have opened a new pit again hhhhhh

Acting like a baby and rolling around, begging for collection w

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