Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

When Diarmuid returned to Kyogokuhiko's apartment with Natsume Takashi, Kyogokuhiko scrapped a stack of manuscript paper and successfully wrote down the hero and heroine and almost all the characters. He also knew that if he really wanted to write like this, the editor would probably hang a rope outside his house in the middle of the night and cry to make him change the ending, so he can only regretfully treat this as an irresponsible side story.

As for the real ending?

The female protagonist killed the male protagonist and she herself became insane, she jumped down from the [-]th floor holding the male protagonist's body, completely satisfying her dream of being in you and me in me.

They were all smashed into a pile of meat paste and mixed together. No one can tell which is which.

Kyogokuhiko writes things very fast, especially when he writes the ending of the healing department that makes him feel happy. It can be said that he writes like a god, and he can finish the big climax that will be handed over to the editor next week in more than an hour. ending.

Stretching his waist and rubbing his shoulders and neck that were a little stiff due to writing at the desk for a long time, he yawned and walked out of the study room. At this time, Diarmuid had brought Natsume Takashi back for a while. Sipping, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, you can still see the pair of beautiful golden eyes.

"You are very similar to Reiko." After knocking on the head of the boy who stood up in panic, Kyogokuhiko gathered up the thin knitted coat on his body, opened the refrigerator door and asked sideways, "Do you like strawberries or mangoes?"

It took Natsume Takashi a few seconds to realize that he was asking himself, and stammered, "All, all are fine."

"Then the strawberry one will be fine." Kyogokuhiko took out a strawberry-flavored popsicle from the refrigerator and threw it to Natsume Takashi, and took a milk-flavored popsicle and stuffed it into his mouth to lick.

The small portion is only a few bites, and it looks extremely delicate and delicious.

"Hey...thank you..." Takashi Natsume licked the popsicle and laughed out two cute little dimples.

"You will live with me for the next period of time. Your grandmother Natsume Reiko and I are barely friends." Kyogokuhiko said, although he looks like an unreliable young man, his tone of voice is unexpectedly Convincing, especially for teenagers like Takashi Natsume who can see supernatural beings, it doesn't take much to accept that "grandma's best friend looks only a few years older than me" After deciding, I turned my attention to the question I wanted to know more, "Can you see it too? Those... those things?"

"Of course I can see it." Kyogokuhiko raised his hand and summoned a few low-level little monsters who had been bound in a spell by him at some point. A small group of hairy little monsters with no hands or feet could be seen, and they fawned over Natsume Takashi Dawdling around, Natsume was a little at a loss, and carefully touched the monster's long fluff.

"This is a gift from the world, so cherish it." He raised his head and asked Diarmuid to rub his sore neck, and threw away the ice stick in his hand. Poked it, "A gift of one in a few hundred million."

The ancestors traced back more than a dozen generations and had not been mixed into any family with spiritual power, but Natsume Reiko's generation almost miraculously awakened the natural powerful spiritual power. The possibility of stable inheritance, for example, Natsume's mother did not inherit this power, and the probability of Natsume Takashi, who is an alternate generation, acquiring natural powerful spiritual power is probably no more than one in a few hundred million.

However, what is sitting in front of Kyogokuhiko now is this one-in-a-billion possibility.

Natsume's eyes lit up, and his little face showed joy, "Really?!" He has been questioned since he was a child, and even his closest parents have never believed what he said. Once he was affirmed, he would inevitably lose his composure. , couldn't help leaning half of his body over, trying to grab Kyogokuhiko's clothes, but he lost his balance and fell into Kyogokuhiko's arms.

"Sorry..." He clutched his nose that was hitting Kyogokuhiko's button, the sore nose made him shed a few physiological tears uncontrollably, and his eyes were red and watery.

The tea-golden eyes were soaked with tears, and they were washed and refined into a bright gilt color. Kyogokuhiko was startled when he saw it, and felt a little more guilty when he faced Dilumuda.

In the hundreds of years when he lost his memory, how many people with similar golden eyes gathered around him. After a rough calculation in his heart, he felt a sense of urgency that he must not let Diarmuid associate with this aspect in the future. .

#Since you left, everyone around me looks like you#

"It's time for lunch, what do you want to eat?" Kyogokuhiko blinked, suppressed the guilt, raised his eyes to look at Diarmuid with the same expression, and poked his head to kiss him on the lips one time.

Diarmuid turned his face calmly, shifting the point of the kiss from his lips to his cheeks, and said with a gentle smile, "Master Natsume is still here." Kissing a pseudo-teenager would at most make him feel subtle. Feeling guilty, kissing a fake teenager in front of a real child, he felt at a certain moment that he should go to hell.

"Just call him Natsume." Kyogokuhiko stretched out his hand and pulled his bangs a few times in dissatisfaction, "You are only allowed to use honorific names for me."

"Yes, I obey." Diarmuid held Kyogokuhiko's hand and kissed it softly on his lips, begging the young master to give up making trouble with his bangs.

"I..." Natsume sat up straight in embarrassment, looked around, and said, "I'll help cook!" In just half a year under the fence, he has learned many skills that he didn't know before, such as boiling water and choosing vegetables, cleaning the table .

Jing Jiyan. The four bodies are not working hard and the five grains are not distinguished. The life skills are zero. The young master snorted and said, "I ordered takeaway today, you go and see what you want to eat." He pointed to the takeaway that was almost covered with the refrigerator The list, which includes dozens of shops from five-star hotels to street taverns, fully shows how worried Oda Yasuhiko is that this picky young master will starve to death at home.

Natsume obediently got up and ran to the front of the refrigerator, holding his head up and standing on tiptoes to identify the takeaway list, but the moment he turned around, Kyogokuhiko pulled Diarmuid's hair and forced him down to kiss him.

Irritable and rough, biting and biting like a storm, he kissed Diarmuid, who was already at a disadvantage because of the sneak attack, so dizzy, unconsciously hugging Kyogokuhiko to deepen the kiss, biting his lips He licked his gums lightly, his mouth was full of bloody smell, he was too addicted for a moment, even when Kyogokuhiko suddenly pulled away, he couldn't help but let out a lingering hum from his nasal cavity, following and wanting to continue.

"Natsume is still here." Kyogokuhiko blocked back contentedly with Diarmuid's words, and even more contentedly enjoyed the scene of the knight blushing for three seconds, so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it, before turning around and looking at Natsume as if nothing had happened. Said: "Have you chosen?"

"Yeah!" Natsume ran back, not noticing the delicate atmosphere between his two new adopters at all, his face was full of childish innocence, "This! And this!"

He holds two lists in his hand, one is the list of the restaurant that Jing Jiyan often goes to, it is quite satisfactory and tastes good, and the other is a colorful list, which is not a takeaway list, but more like a promotional flyer stuffed into the mailbox at some point

"Hmm..." Kyogokuhiko took the list in his hand, and saw that it said "New product! Children's meal hamburger meat! Free Kamen Rider toy!!!" in the lower right corner is the name of the restaurant And the address, it is located in Mihua Town some distance from here, and it will take nearly half an hour to go there by car. It is not a shop whose name has been heard by Kyogokuhiko, but for children, the toys of Kamen Rider are about It's more important than what you eat.

"Natsume likes Kamen Rider very much?" Kyogokuhiko ruffled the boy's short brown hair, soft as if he had buried his hands in cotton, which was extraordinarily comfortable.

Natsume blushed and shook her head, "Yeah, I don't really like it either..."

However, there was a kid who was about his age in the previous house where he was staying. On his birthday, he received a big Kamen Rider doll, which made him feel a little envious.

It's not greedy for dolls, but envious of the "home" atmosphere.

The child's careful thinking can be seen at a glance, but Jing Jiyan didn't point it out, he just stood up and waved the list in his hand and said: "Then let's go to this one, anyway, I'm tired of eating others."

Natsume's originally dimmed expression instantly lit up, "Thank you little brother!"

Little brother... Kyogokuhiko smiled, pretending that he didn't hear, turned his head and went back to the room to change clothes.

Calculated according to the age of the soul, if you call me grandpa, you are calling me young, brat!

Natsume didn't notice it, but Diarmuid subtly felt Kyogokuhiko's thoughts, waved to Natsume, and whispered in his ear: "Next time, don't call him little brother, call him Mr. Well, he doesn't really like being called young."

Yes, he is my grandmother's friend.Natsume thought about it, then nodded seriously, "I will pay attention next time, thank you."

"It's okay." Diarmuid put on a coat for him, and had the illusion that he had returned to when he raised children in the Knights.

But the soft Natsume is much easier to carry than the reckless and strange Oscar.

The knight with divergent thinking heard a cold snort coming from inside without any surprise, followed by Kyogokuhiko calling him in, Diarmuid caught a few little monsters running around and stuffed them for Natsume to play with , took a deep breath and prepared to meet the storm from the young master listening to the corner.

Kyogokuhiko's sensitivity to the five senses is not weaker than Dilumu's at all, and even the slightest disturbance in the apartment cannot escape his ears, let alone the knight's "whispers" that are not confidential.

"I'm young? Huh?" Kyogokuhiko stood on the low stool in the locker room, relying on the equipment bonus to be slightly higher than Diarmuiduo, and successfully made a standard "wall-dong", knocking out the knight Completely imprisoned between his arms, his round and upturned eyes half-closed, exuding a sense of danger that made Diarmuid's back numb.

It was like being stared at by a hungry and ferocious carnivore, feeling that if I moved a little, I would be completely swallowed into the stomach, not even a bone scum was left.

"Don't worry, no matter how young I am, I can still make you cry." The young master who was poked at the pain point gritted his teeth, pressed the knight's shoulder and kissed him, sliding his hand from the corner of his clothes, deliberately controlling The frequency of magic power exchange, kneading the sensitive waist and chest before Diarmuid could react, along the spine as if playing the piano and stopping at the tailbone, the tight jeans tightly wrapped the knight's upright and sensual body Ass, Kyogokuhiko had to move his hand to the front to untie the pants chain, and loosen the gap just enough for a palm to be inserted.

"It's hot after just one kiss?" He blew on Diarmuid's ear ambiguously. Before arriving, a somewhat cold hand held the important parts and rubbed them, "You are quite big? Huh?"

The thing in his hand was really big and hot, and he held it in his hand as a heavy lump, trembling and showing his sense of existence, which made the young master who had not reached the puberty period due to his frailty so far very dissatisfied According to his long-standing habit, if he is unhappy, he will drag everyone to be unhappy together. Everyone here specifically refers to the one who can only lean on Jing Jiyan limply, panting in a low hoarse voice, unable to speak intermittently Some poor knight.

Kyogokuhiko has lived for so many years, and although he has always been very cowardly, his theoretical experience far exceeds that of Diarmuid. He knows where is the most comfortable and where is the most sensitive. After a while, I felt the low panting in my ears speeding up, with a faint taste of excitement. I knew the time was coming, so I slowed down my movements. I put my thumb against my mouth and stroked the rest of my fingers viciously. When I heard the panting, it suddenly rose and fell on my shoulders. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and after a while, he heard a very pleasant moan with a bit of crying.

But it's not good if you overplay it.Someone thought about it in his heart and said, "Tonight..."

"Sleeping with you..." Diarmuid didn't have the strength to speak, his head was in a mess, no matter what Kyogokuhiko said, he nodded indiscriminately, and he didn't know what he had promised, he just wanted to hurry up relief.

And Kyogokuhiko, who got the answer he wanted, also generously gave him the rest, and personally practiced the oath "Even if you are small, it can make you cry", and kindly supported the shameless and weak-legged The knight went to the bathroom that came with the bedroom to rinse off a bit, and changed into a new set of clothes so that Natsume would not see anything wrong.

Diarmuid was wearing a towel on his head, watching Kyogokuhiko slowly humming a song to wash off the whiteness on his hands, he really felt ashamed for a moment.

I really want to find a seam in the ground to get in and never come out again...