[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

In the snowy winter night, pure white snow falls silently at the feet.

In the dead silence, Qingma could clearly see the dazed and unbelievable look on Yetou's face.

It's like the unreal feeling after a dream suddenly comes true.

The person who confessed first turned out to be the one who was most at a loss.

The young man with cherry hair thought about it, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes that seemed to have been kissed by gods rarely relaxed, and he said without emotion: "However, to confess while others are asleep... Wouldn't it be terrible if you didn't get heard? Yato?"

"...You knew it a long time ago? No——you didn't fall asleep?" Yato finally found his voice, and asked in a hoarse voice, even his nose was flushed with shame.

"No, I'm already asleep." Qing Ma rubbed her eyes, her face was full of fatigue, "But I always feel light... Well, although I vaguely remember that I can't drink enough, I didn't expect it to be down to the level of a glass . . . my mind is gone.”

What's more, he just had more than one drink.

Hearing this, Yato asked worriedly, "Why is this? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Don't worry, just get some sleep and you'll be fine." Qing Ma replied vaguely, lying on his shoulders again.

Yato swayed, the blush on his face that had just dissipated seemed to come back again.He tightened his hands and stepped forward again. It was at this moment that he realized how out of control his heartbeat was, so violent that it almost jumped out of his throat.

He couldn't help but took a deep breath, feeling unbelievable and apprehensive.

Although the confession was successful...but it was because of the easy success that made him feel unrealistic like a dream, and I'm afraid Qingma might have misunderstood it.

He has no experience in love before, so he will inevitably feel at a loss and worry about what to do at this moment.

However, I still really care...

After thinking and thinking, after struggling for a long time, Yato finally lowered his head and called out hesitantly, "Qing Ma...?"

"Huh?" The voice of the young man with cherry hair seemed to come from a distant place, in a trance with sleepiness.

Yato tightened his palms, and his voice became softer for a moment: "I...I'm serious. When I say like, I don't mean the good feelings between friends...it's... between husband and wife..."

The young god struggled to organize his words, his cheeks flushed unknowingly.

He stopped slowly, hesitantly and softly said: "So, Qingma...do you really choose to accept me?"

"..."

Qing Ma lay quietly on his back, slowly opened her eyes, her green pupils reflected the endless white field, and her eyes were like that icy snow field, without any warmth that should exist.

He thought, he understood a little bit why he had such a wish.

Because he can't produce any mood that can be called "favorite" now.All he could feel was the powerless extreme emptiness that filled his body.

——If a person falls in love with him, then he should return the love of the same value; if someone wants to make him happy, then he should also give the same concern.

- It should be like this.

The young man with cherry hair listened to Yato's turbulent breathing, and his eyes were filled with extreme desolation, so empty that there was nothing there.

"... Ah. Yes." He slowly closed his eyes, his voice was as soft as a whisper, as if this could cover up the fact that it was actually empty, "I am willing to accept you."

Yato opened his eyes slightly, and then, like a rising morning star, a smile of surprise climbed up his cheeks bit by bit, casting dazzling spots of light in his icy blue eyes.

He smiled and pursed his lips, tightened the hands of the young man on his back, and walked briskly again, feeling that he was about to fly happily.

Can't believe it.

Qing Ma, such a perfect person, actually agreed to his confession!

The dream-like development and the unreal feeling made him seem to be standing on a cloud, and the corner of his mouth couldn't stop showing a smirk.

At that time, the god who was in a good mood focused all his attention on the seemingly bright future, so he never thought that although the person on his back gave him such an answer, that person never gave him an answer. ...to be equal to him, to offer the promise of love.

"It's really late. Didn't you agree to come back before dusk? The master has come to ask."

Hearing this, the young man who was slowly approaching under the dim light asked without raising his head, "How did you answer?"

Zhao Ma leaned against the door frame and sighed helplessly: "I told you to go to Lord Tianshen to deliver herbs first, and you can come back before dark at the latest."

Hearing this, Qing Ma, who had already walked down the corridor, seemed to have just realized it, looked up at the dim sky in a trance, and murmured: "Ah... By the way, it gets dark late in Gaotianyuan."

"So where did you go?" Zhaoma asked casually, stepped forward to help him untie the medicine basket, and smelled the alcohol on his body, and couldn't help being a little surprised, "Have you been drinking?"

"Drink a little." The young man with cherry hair rubbed his sore forehead, looking a little groggy.

"Are you okay?"

"It's all right... I'll go and talk to my lord sister."

Zhao Ma, who wanted to say something more, immediately said: "Go quickly, don't let the master worry."

"Yes Yes."

"By the way, when the master left here, she said she was going to soak in the hot spring. I don't know if she's still there...Hey! Be careful on the road! Don't hit the wall!"

"Yes, I understand, Mama Zhaoma."

"—I told you not to call me Zhao Ma's mother!!"

The roar of the brown-red haired youth was left behind, Qing Ma rubbed her head all the way, her footsteps were silent.

This seems to be a habit he developed in his previous occupation, but even Qing Ma couldn't tell what occupation it was.

In this way, he used his dull mind to think about things. When Kiyoma smelled the unique sulfur smell of hot springs, his five senses, which had never been relaxed, keenly caught some sound.

This place already belonged to Bishamon's private territory, except for Dao Si and Qing Ma, no one else could approach without her permission.

But the aura hidden in the dark is not Dao Si.

Kiyoma paused, hid in the darkness, and looked towards the entrance of the hot spring.

His green eyes reflected a curled up figure.

It was a man.

It is Kamito who is in charge of protecting Bishamon, a taciturn man with a turban.

The cherry-haired young man looked at him silently, his short hair covered the upper half of his face, making it difficult to see clearly.

A few minutes later, the man in the turban left the place, and Qing Ma stood there for a while before slowly walking out from the dark place.

Accidentally, footsteps made a sound.

"Qingma? Come here." In the steaming water vapor, Bishamon's voice came from afar.

The familiar aura gradually approached, and the blond god sitting against the stone wall in the hot spring didn't turn his head back. With the most trusting and undefended posture, he asked with concern: "I'm back. How is it? Is everything going well?"

"...everything is going well, my lord."

Qingma replied, her eyes rested casually on a spot on the water surface, and then slowly shifted, staying on Bishamon's smooth jade-like back and swan-like neck, without a trace of seductive sizing for a long time.

Bishamon, who was waiting for him to say something more, turned his head a little strangely, and met his calm eyes looking for something.

"What's the matter?" She didn't think much about it, and asked inexplicably.

In fact, the young man who didn't have the slightest evil thoughts in his eyes were dark, and he asked straight to the point, "Have you been stabbed?"

Bishamon was taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes: "...No, why do you ask?"

"--lie."

Her response was a slightly cold voice.

Bishamon's smile froze.

"When you are lying, you will definitely show this kind of smile with your eyes bent, trying to cover up the guilt in your eyes."

Qing Ma stood a little far away from the shore, staring at Bishamon condescendingly, her slightly sharp gaze made her turn her head away, her pink lips were slightly pursed, looking a little helpless.

"...Who is it?" Qing Ma's tone was cold.

Bishamon tightened his fist slightly, opened his mouth, but let out a sigh.

She forced a smile, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's just a little bit, I can't see it immediately after soaking in the medicinal bath, so there's no need to find out who it is, right?"

"No." Qingma refused to budge, her attitude was different from her usual indifference—or rather, it didn’t matter—showing a rare strength, her green eyes were filled with frost that wasn’t aimed at Bishamon.

"It actually made you sick, such a person must not be forgiven lightly. If you don't tell me, I will immediately call all the artifacts, let them take off their clothes one by one for inspection, find out the guy with the monster shape on his body, and pull out褉."

Bishamon frowned slightly: "Brave? There's no need to do this—"

"My lord." The rather tough voice of the young man with cherry hair interrupted her words unceremoniously.

He stared at Bishamon's slightly widened eyes, his smooth and fair face revealed sharp-edged sternness, and his blue eyes were full of insight into all indifference.

"Once a creature like a human being is possessed, it's not easy to realize its own mistakes, and it will only make mistakes again and again. I will not allow such pests to harm you—not any artifact."

Bishamon was slightly taken aback, with a struggling look in his eyes: "But..."

"..." Qing Ma looked at her quietly, closing her eyes slightly, "You are just too gentle. Sometimes, this is not good."

Under Bishamon's stunned stare, he turned and left without any hesitation in his footsteps, as if he had already determined the goal of this trip.

"Wait, Kiyoma!" Bishamon was startled, and stood up from the water with a "crash".

"Good and evil are determined by humans. Gods don't have this concept, so the mistakes made by humans can only be punished by humans."

Hearing the call, Qing Ma paused, tilted her head slightly, and her voice was cold and clear.

"Tolerance without a bottom line will only lead to the continuation of mistakes. Please remember this and don't stop me again."

After saying these two sentences, he ignored Bishamon's reaction and walked towards the residence of the male artifact without looking back.

Bishamon stood there in a daze, with a blank expression in the haze of steam, and after a long while, he covered his forehead weakly.

On that day, the lights in Bishamonten's mansion stayed on all night without going out.

The "prison" composed of three artifacts combined with the realm, imprisoned the artifact that had obscene|obscene thoughts on the master's mind, lynched and cut him down, and forced him to confess his crimes and sincerely repent.

This process is excruciatingly painful, and once started it cannot be stopped.

And if the artifact that has been pulled out does not admit its mistake, it will become a complete monster, a monster composed only of resentment.

The final result was gratifying, the artifacts were corrected, and the three artifacts involved in the extraction, including Qingma, were not backlashed and were safe and sound.

but.

The young man with cherry hair stood quietly at the same spot, feeling the fearful, apprehensive or happy eyes of the artifacts around him, and watched the other two pullers secretly relieved and cast unkind eyes at the hooded man with cold eyes. Somewhat difficult to tell.

In this so-called "family", except for the too gentle and forbearing master and a very few pure artifacts, everyone else...

It's all started to rot.

A few months later, this world entered the hot summer.

Bishamon, who rarely finished his work in the afternoon, was full of childlike innocence, and led the artifacts to take a cool off by a small river.

She took off her sacred clothes, and only wore a thin white bathrobe. She was swimming in the shallow water with bare feet, with a bright and dazzling smile on her face, surrounded by many divine artifacts.

Zhao Ma, who was rarely taken to the lower realm, looked at her from the periphery of the crowd with cherished and gentle eyes.

"Qing Ma! Come and play together!"

Suddenly, the blond god turned his head and waved to his younger brother who was sitting in the shade of a tree in the distance. The soaked clothes outlined an exquisite body curve, which became brighter and brighter like an elf under the sunlight.

Many artifacts looked envious, but the young man with cherry hair, who had attracted everyone's attention, didn't even lift his eyelids. He just nestled under a shady tree and waved his hands without enthusiasm.

"Please forgive me, I'm a fire element, and I don't match up with the sun, so I can just stay here."

"What is that inexplicable attribute?" Zhao Ma subconsciously complained mercilessly.

Bishamon blinked, and burst out laughing with a "puchi", and other artifacts also laughed, which made Zhaoma feel embarrassed after realizing it.

The young man with cherry hair sat under the tree with his chin in his hands, looking at him and then at Bishamon, his eyes were full of reassuring tranquility, his green eyes reflected the ripples of water, as clear and beautiful as clear emeralds.

It's a pity that all the attention of the artifact is focused on Bishamon at this moment, and no one has noticed such an unforgettable beauty.

The only one who noticed this beautiful scene was a desolate god who took advantage of the chaos.

When he was caught off guard by someone hugging him from behind, Rao was always as calm as numb, and he couldn't help showing a slightly stunned expression on his face.

"Hey, are you scared by me?" The child's heart came to his ear, whispered triumphantly, and rubbed against his neck like a small animal, and the hot air from his breath inadvertently spread on his ear.

Kiyoma turned sideways slightly, glanced at the Bishamon and the artifacts, got up silently and hid behind the tree.

He looked at the blue-eyed god who was lying on his back like a cat and let him lead him away, narrowed his eyes, and denied, "No, I've spotted you a long time ago, but it's just unexpected that you pounced on me directly."

"...Is it a lie? I didn't make any sound, did I?" Yato looked around at Bishamon and the others who were smiling happily, with suspicion in his eyes.

"The smell on your body has already betrayed you." Qingma replied lightly, stretched out her arms to wrap around Yato's waist, and pulled him into her arms.

Immediately afterwards, he was keenly aware of Yato's momentary stiffness.

"Smell, smell?" Yedou pulled up the corners of his mouth reluctantly, his ears turned red slightly, and his eyes were full of tension, "Is there a smell on me? Why didn't I smell it... Ha, ha ha ha, you smelled it Is it wrong?"

——Is it the smell of hand sweat? !

Wumingshen, who is often dismissed by various artifacts and quit jobs because of "sweaty hands and nausea", said that he panicked a lot, and wiped his hands on his body thinking he couldn't see it.

Seeing all of Yato's little panic, Qingma's expression remained unchanged, she looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly moved closer, her nose twitching.

"...Sure enough, although it is a little lighter in the open place."

"What, what?" Yato's brain froze the moment he approached, and now he was staring at the face that was so beautiful that it was foul, his heart was beating non-stop, and he stuttered and asked.

——Damn to death... Although these few months have met, held hands, hugged and kissed, why are you still not used to Qingma getting so close, Yato, you useless guy! !

Unaware of Yato's blushing heart, biting his handkerchief and crying, Kiyoma just returned to his original position after confirming something, tilting his head slightly.

"Yato, you smell very good."

"……Eh?"

There was a sound of rushing water, and the purple-haired god who was huddled in Qingma's arms seemed to be out of his body. After a long while, his eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth trembled: "Fuck——"

His face quickly turned red.

"What are you doing?! You look like a pervert, you... um!"

The god, who couldn't help but blew his hair, was caught off guard, and his eyes blurred in the next second, and he came to the bushes a little far away.

Qing Ma put down her hands, looked at the blush on his face that hadn't dissipated, and said hesitantly, "Is that so?... Sorry."

Yeto choked violently, then tilted his head unnaturally, muttered his mouth twice, his face became redder and redder.

"No...it's nothing..."

His voice was thin and muffled.

Qing Ma didn't hear clearly, she approached slightly: "What?"

Yetou sniffed the familiar light fragrance close at hand, his face was red enough to boil an egg, and he said with tongue-tied and sweaty hands and feet, "No, nothing, nothing! I didn't say anything!"

"...Is that so?" Qing Ma looked at him expressionlessly for a while, then moved her eyes down, and landed on his skin that looked extremely smooth after being blushed.

"Yato." He called out in a low voice, advancing instead of retreating, getting closer to the god whose ears were so red that it was bleeding, and his lips were almost touching the other's.

"...Do you want to have me?" He asked softly and seductively, and raised his slender and well-knit hand to caress Yato's hot cheek.

Yato stared wide-eyed, looking at him in complete bewilderment with a flushed face, his ice-blue pupils were moist and beautiful.

As if reading something from these talking eyes, Qingma's eyes were darkened, she leaned over and kissed him, and whispered between the intertwined lips: "...good boy."

The sound of water is endless, and the sound of rushing is endless.The cool summer wind blows across the river, bringing up some clear water splashes, reflecting the colorful rays of the sun.The closely intertwined shadows are hidden in the gaps in the woods, shaking gently.