Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Regarding Kyogokuhiko's petty temper for no reason, Diarmuid ignored it habitually, shook the clothes on his hands and put them on his arms, and turned to enter the dressing room.

Ever since he rejected Kyogokuhiko's request to sleep together every night with his actions, this one has flirted with him from time to time for unknown reasons, and it won't take long for him to return to normal automatically, so don't worry.

Kyogokuhiko's temper really only lasted for a few minutes before receding. He got up and got himself an iced snack to eat. He opened the outline of the novel he wrote a long time ago and began to recall. Too many things happened during this period. He almost forgot what he had written.

It seems to be...a woman falls in love with a man, and the man doesn't love her, and then all kinds of entanglements and heartbreaking refer to various classic dog-blood memes and made a lot of tears for readers. The latest serialization happens to be about two people Theoretically, the climax of the abuse of the body and the mind is followed by the repentance of the scumbag kneeling and licking, which is a popular storyline. However, according to Kyogokuhiko’s consistent brainstorming, what he wrote in his outline is the scumbag’s obsession at the end. The "beautiful cure" ending where the blackened heroine killed and dismembered her body and burned it to pieces.

Staring at the inscription "The most terrifying weapon in this world is love" written at the beginning, Kyogokuhiko unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and showed a happy smile, humming an unknown tune and picking up the pen under the coffee table Quickly jotted down the words that came to mind.

[Sayako's face showed a frantic blush, "Look how handsome and handsome you are now..." She leaned over and kissed Sato Yongta's lips, the taste on her lips was sweet and gorgeous, like countless cherry blossoms blooming in front of her eyes .

She seems to have returned to that year again, the young man with black hair and red clothes, walking on the colorful fallen leaves, smiling with crooked eyebrows, untouched by the mundane world, the setting sun behind him is like blood, coating him with a layer of radiance.

In just a split second, it took her heart away.

Darling, I love you to death. 】

Kyogokuhiko happily imagined the expressions of the poor readers who were stunned by the plot reversal, and happily ate the chocolate-flavored ice-skinned glutinous rice balls at hand.

Diarmuid's clothes changed quickly. The modern clothes are not much different from what he used to wear in England, but the styles are relatively looser and more comfortable. Simple long-sleeved T-shirts and jeans. He looked down at the T-shirts The superman pattern printed on it smiled, and when he went out, he saw Kyogokuhiko writing something quickly in his hand with half of Daifuku in his mouth. He stopped writing when he came out, and glanced up at him.

"It's almost suitable." Kyogokuhiko looked at the T-shirt that looked quite loose on Diarmuid's body, and missed his height back then, "I still have a few short-sleeved ones here, so I'll wear them for you. Alright." He pointed to the direction of the closet, "Last year, the metropolis released new tourist souvenirs, and I planned to buy them back as pajamas." It wasn't until he realized that his figure was so "petite" that it was too big for pajamas. Completely put these clothes into limbo.

Diarmuid said, "I see, is there anything else I can do?"

"Help me pick up someone later." Kyogokuhiko looked through the messy pile of letters at hand, picked out one and handed it to Diarmuid, "The address is on the envelope, when you get there, give the letter to someone The person called Fanzhizuka Liansheng, he will bring people to you." The slender fingertips slid across the bottom of the letter, and a vermilion seal script imprint slowly emerged on the empty paper.

Diarmuid took the letter and was about to go out when Kyogokuhiko stopped him again.

"Your face is not suitable for going out now." Kyogokuhiko lightly smiled and tapped the tear mole under the corner of Diarmuid's eyes. The strange and distorted power endowed him with enchanting magic, although it was because it was the imprint left by a fairy Moreover, the age is too long to be completely integrated with Diarmuid's own power so that it is very difficult to completely eliminate it, but it is not difficult to just cover up the effect of this magic.

"Remember to thank me crying bitterly." Kyogokuhiko knelt on the sofa, pulled Diarmuid's bangs to make him bow his head, and hung a round jade pendant on his neck with intricate patterns engraved on it , probably because it is often held and rubbed in the hands, it looks extremely moist and transparent.

When he carved this jade pendant back then, he still hadn't forgotten about Diarmuid. While scorning the charm magic of that man, he carved this thing with the best jade at hand. Years to send things out.

The jade pendant is engraved with a powerful magic cover spell, as long as the jade is not separated from the body, it can effectively cover the magic fluctuations left by the fairy, especially for Diarmuid's passive female physique.

"Thank you." Diarmuid thanked with a smile, boldly rubbed the young master's soft black hair, was beaten down and kissed, "Today is really warm" In the teasing smile, his cheeks became hot and quickly turned into spirits and rushed out.

The 14-year-old boy's body shape makes him feel like a beast when he sees it.

Kyogokuhiko licked his lips, strolled into the study room with the half-read outline and manuscript paper, turned on the light and sat cross-legged in front of the short table, concentrated on editing the outline, writing the detailed outline by paragraph and the update to be handed over to the editor next week .

Delivering manuscripts on time and never defaulting on high-quality retired teachers has always been the conscience of serial writers.

On the other side, Diarmuid compared the address and map on the envelope, and it didn't take long to find the place he was looking for - a high-rise apartment called "Demon Pavilion".

After looking at the outermost automatic door with some novelty, he walked towards the front desk with a smile.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The tall receptionist in a black suit looked very difficult to get along with, but his tone of voice was unexpectedly gentle, and there was a hint of shyness in it when he listened carefully.

"I'm here to find a gentleman named Fanzhizuka Liansheng." Diarmuid said, "My lord has something for me to give him."

"Please wait a moment." The receptionist called the phone and said a few words to him, "He will come down immediately, this way please."

On the other hand, Tsukasa Liansheng came out soon, and there was a very beautiful woman with long hair and snow skin who came out with him. When she saw Diarmuid, she let out a dissatisfied chuckle.

"She doesn't like men very much, don't mind hahaha." On the other hand, Tsukasa Liansheng scratched his cheek. He was a somewhat decadent-looking man with strange patterns on his face, and his tone was lazy and uninspiring.

"Mr. Fangzhizuka." Diarmuid stood up and took out the letter from his clothes, "My lord asked me to come to you to pick up a person."

On the other hand, Tsukasa made a vague hum, took the letter from Diarmuid's hand, looked at it, and said, "Wait here for a while."

Five minutes later, Diarmuid took a little boy's hand from him.

He finally knew who the exquisitely decorated children's room in Jingjiyan's house was for.

"Hello." Diarmuid squatted down and looked at the little boy, smiling gently, "My name is Diarmuid Odina, and I was ordered to pick you up from here."

The boy looked around anxiously, and whispered, "My name is... Natsume Takashi, hello."

"Please don't worry, I'm not a bad person." Diarmuid patted his head, feeling as if he had returned to the days when he took care of the sons of his comrades in the Knights.

Natsume Takashi responded softly, turned his head obediently and waved goodbye to Fanzhizuka Liansheng, and followed Diarmuiduo step by step and left.

Eight-year-old Natsume Takashi, whose parents died half a year ago, had to move around and live with relatives. Because of his "little abilities", he was not welcomed by those relatives, and was pushed around like a football .At this time, Mr. Nuliang from Tokyo who claimed to be an old friend of his grandmother Natsume Reiko said that he could take care of the young boy. After promising a lot of money as child support and going through lengthy legal procedures, he and the maliciously speculated I came to Tokyo together with Mr. Nura, who was my grandmother's old lover.

However, Mr. Nuliang told him that he was just entrusted by someone to take him away, and the person who really wanted to adopt him had something to do for the time being, and asked him to live in the apartment and wait for a while.

This apartment called the Demon Hall is a recognized neutral zone in the underground world. Except for some small monsters with no eyes, no one will take the risk of angering both monsters and human forces. For those with powerful spiritual power, It is the best choice for a boy who has a book of friends coveted by all parties to live temporarily.

Of course, the boy doesn't know all the considerations and balances involved in this.

Natsume Takashi's luggage is not much, only a few bags, most of which are relics left by his deceased parents who are reluctant to discard, and there are very few things that really belong to him.Diarmuid touched the large banknotes that Kyogokuhiko had just stuffed in his pocket, and reached out to hail a taxi.

A taxi that exudes a strange and ominous atmosphere.

"..." Natsume Takashi subconsciously clenched Diarmuid's hand and shrank back. He was too inexperienced, but he instinctively felt the danger this car brought him, and looked up as if nothing Feeling Diarmuid, he pursed his lips and carefully tugged at the corner of Diarmuid's clothes, "Let's change to another one..."

"Huh? Don't you like this one?" Diarmuid rubbed Natsume Takashi's hair and said to the driver with a smile, "Sorry, we have something to do, so we won't take the ride."

The gloomy driver nodded slowly, and said, "Why...don't you sit...why..."

His voice was hoarse and stagnant, and he unconsciously pressed the car horn when he spoke, he would pause after a few words, the whole street was filled with the harsh sound of car horns, Natsume Takashi looked for the sound and clung to the side of the road More and more monsters with strange shapes trembled a few times and took two steps back. Before they could do anything else, the little monsters who had been lying in wait for a long time jumped up and landed on him.

It's so heavy... The boy struggled in vain to shake off the monster on his body. He knew that his current behavior must be very strange to others, but if he didn't struggle hard, the little monster lying on top of him would oppress him until he suffocated .

Why must it be me... The boy threw a little monster on the ground with all his strength, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was thrown down by a new one. He could even imagine the pain on the back of his head, and couldn't help but feel aggrieved. Complaining a few words in my heart, I sniffed and pressed the one beside me to the ground.

However, the pain he imagined did not appear, and he was caught firmly before he fell to the ground, "Don't bully the children casually." The young man sighed as he said this, and lifted Natsume Takashi with one hand, and with the other With a sweep of the red spear, the menacing monster turned into black smoke and dispersed under this blow.

"No injuries?" Diarmuid asked.

Natsume Takashi shook his head vigorously, pulled Diarmuid's clothes and asked, "You can see it too, right?! You can see it too!"

His sudden excitement made Dilumu stunned for a moment before he replied with a smile: "If it's those monsters, I can indeed see them." He bent down and put Natsume Takashi on the ground, and patted him on the shoulder , "There are still many people who can see it, but you haven't met it."

For example, the villainous master of his family can not only see it, but also has a lot of it under his hands.

Natsume Takashi didn't notice Diarmuid's brief distraction, he was only immersed in the excitement of finding "the same kind", and it was Diarmuid who noticed the abrasion on his wrist and went to the pharmacy to buy medicine for him to treat the wound. By the way, I gave him a lollipop when I paid the bill.

Or a strawberry-flavored lollipop.

Natsume Takashi thanked him politely, carefully tore off the outer packaging of the lollipop, and stuffed the pink-colored candy ball into his mouth. He hadn't eaten this kind of snack for a long time since his parents passed away. Letting him eat, clothe and warmly read and go to school is the best of humanity, and the precocious boy tries very hard not to cause unnecessary trouble to others.

But sometimes when I see a child who is about his age worrying about asking his parents to buy an extra pack of snacks or toys, he still can't help feeling envious.

"Thank you!" The boy smiled happily, his beautiful eyes shining brightly.

Diarmuid stuffed his luggage into the trunk of the taxi, and picked him up with a smile, "My lord is not very tempered, but he is a very nice person. You should get along well with him."

In the study of a certain apartment some distance from here, Kyogokuhiko was writing, sneezed, and wrote a typo with a shake of his hand.

Damn it, it really is more pleasing to the eye to write the heroine to death.

Thinking so, the scumbag and black teacher Tuihong threw the half-filled manuscript paper into the trash can.