Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

"Are you really not going to help them?" Diarmuid asked.

"You think they can't handle it?" Kyogokuhiko asked back.

Dilum hesitated for a moment, "That's a feathered fox."

How can a fledgling child like Natsume be able to cope with being able to stay in Kyoto where Abe's family sits steadily for so many years in the past.

"Don't worry." Kyogokuhiko half-closed his eyes to hide the silver streamer in his eyes, "It's because she is a fox in feather clothes that she dare not do anything now."

It is true that Yuyihu did nothing, she is very strong, but facing the menacing Madara and the other monsters he summoned along the way, the spells, and Ma Jingji and Natsume who were ready to go, she Still chose to retreat.

"It's not good for her to have a new wound when the old one is gone," Kyogokuhiko said.

A few years ago, Fox Hagoromo pretended to be Yamabuki Otome to assassinate Nura Koban. It is said that they originally wanted to recall Yamabuki Otome's soul from hell. The fox went out in person.

Unfortunately, Nuliang Koban saw through her disguise at a glance, and he said goodbye to her before Yamabuki Otome was reincarnated...

——It was a midsummer night, fireflies were flying everywhere, it was a lively day.

Oh, of course, it's Obon, the day when ghosts come back from hell.

With good wine, snacks, and swaying cherry blossoms, Nura Wakana took Nura Kobi's card, hugged her son, and went out shopping with a monster bodyguard.

This situation of two wives before and after is the most embarrassing, especially when one of them is dead, you will never be able to compete with a dead person.

Besides, Nura Wakana didn't want to compete.

So she rationally avoided this potentially unpleasant meeting to do something that made her happy, such as wipe out all the private money saved by Nuliang Li's partner overnight.

So that night, how Nuliang Koban and Yamabuki Otome said goodbye she didn't know at all and didn't ask. When she came back with big bags and small bags the next day, her expression was as usual. The only loss was Nuliang Kobi's hard work. Years of private money.

"I will try my best to live happily, Mr. Liban, you should be happy too."

Yamabuki Otome, who disappeared in the white light, was so earnestly entrusting her, her eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as when she first saw her.

I will be happy.Nuliang Liban silently promised, to be precise, he is very happy now.

It is precisely because of such beautiful and warm memories that when Fox Hagoromo pretended to be Yamabuki Otome and approached Nura Rikusheng, Nura Carp was so angry that Fox had to be seriously injured and fled. He's so handsome and amazing" compliment made him complacent for quite a while.

The severely injured Yuyi Fox needs a large supply of spiritual power, so the idea is directed to people with spiritual power such as onmyojis and exorcists, such as Natsume who is born with powerful spiritual power.

It's a pity that he just hit the iron plate. Most of the monsters in Yahara have already admitted Natsume who owns the book of friends. In the case of forming a deadly feud with Nuliang, Yuyihu didn't want to have another enemy.

"How about taking a step back from today's matter?" Yu Yihu stood upright, cautiously dealing with the opposite party, if she really wanted to fight recklessly, of course she would not lose, no matter how strong the monster's spiritual power is in the mountains, it will eventually die. She couldn't beat her experienced subordinates, but it was bound to be a hard fight, especially with her old wounds not healed.

Dodging the spell thrown by Zhang Jingsi, she carefully protected her stomach from the turbulent spiritual power fluctuations - the child in her stomach was still in the initial pregnancy stage and could not stand any stimulation.

She can't fight now, at least not until the child is stable.

"Are you pregnant?" The small movements of the feather fox could not escape Madara's eyes, and the spirits in the mountains were the most sensitive to spiritual power.

His question also made Chang Jingsi stop the tidal wave of attacks that didn't care about the consumption of spiritual power, and stood panting to the side and stared at Natsume with big eyes.

"Why are you so angry?" Natsume held Chang Jingsi's hand to help him adjust the disordered spiritual power in his body, eyes full of helplessness.

Zhang Jingsi snorted coldly, turned his head away and said nothing.

Yu Yihu turned his eyes and covered his mouth, showing a bit of mourning between his eyes: "I am indeed already..." She covered her stomach and eyes with autumn water at the right time, "Please everyone..."

The so-called fox is best at talking to people and talking nonsense, and it can put down its body and pretend to be pitiful. Like Yuyi Fox, a big monster who has been in the most complicated court for nearly a thousand years, easily deceives Natsume's sympathy .

Just a moment of slack is enough, Yuyihu seized the opportunity of that moment and threw some insignificant subordinates out as a shield, and quickly escaped.

After a while, after a while, when she gave birth to this child safely, she would definitely return all the shame she suffered today.

"Okay, don't chase after the poor." Watching the figure of Yuyi Fox going away, Natsume grabbed Chang Jingji who wanted to chase after him, and helped Madara deal with all the big and small monsters thrown by Yuyi Fox.

If these monsters are not dealt with cleanly, they will soon threaten the residents not far away.

"Please pay attention to the traces of the feather fox." Natsume said, "And spread the news to the outside world to make everyone pay attention to safety."

"I know meow." Cat Goro licked the blood stained on his paws and replied, "If she appears in the city, I will notify you immediately."

The most well-informed person in Yahara is undoubtedly the group of cats led by Mao Goro.

And Zhang Jingsi found himself unconsciously nodding his head seriously, froze for a moment, pretending to be indifferent, and said, "How did you get caught?"

Natsume rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "The person they sent has drugs on them." He has neither received professional drug training like Jingji Ma, nor is he surrounded by people all the time like Kyogokuhiko. With special protective spiritual power, Natsume's peaceful life is really a rhythm that is easily put down when he meets him, "By the way, what about you?"

It's okay if he didn't mention it, but once he mentioned it, he could feel the murderous aura soaring around Zhang Jingsi, "I was calculated by some people who don't have a good brain." He said flatly, "It seems that I usually treat the They're a little too merciful."

"..." Natsume was silent for a while, then turned around and changed the subject, "You are a guest, would you like to come to my house for a cup of tea?"

Kyogokuhiko once told him the bloody inside story of the demon master family as an after-dinner digestion story. He understood Chang Jingsi's situation and unscrupulous methods of handling things. Although he didn't agree with it, he tried to use it as gently as possible. Chang Jingsi's decision that he would never try to interfere in.

Everyone has their own standpoint, since the standpoints are different, what right does he have to interfere in other people's life choices.

If he also lived in that kind of environment where fighting or dying, he might become even more terrifying than Zhang Jingji.

At this time, the night was getting dark, but the lights of the Fujiwara house were still on. Sometimes Natsume would think that maybe the Fujiwara family had noticed the differences in him that were different from ordinary people, so they would turn a blind eye to his occasional no-going nights and the like, and Always tell him to pay attention to safety and be careful outside.

First he went back to Fujiwara's house to report his safety, and then he took Chang Jingji to the villa built in the mountains - Natsume couldn't do such a thing as asking Aunt Toko and the others to entertain guests in the middle of the night.

He bet a month's pocket money that Kyogokuhiko and Kyogokuhiko must be awake now.

He won the bet.

with no doubt.

Gee.

In summer, the warm wind is slightly intoxicating, and the marble gazebo in the Western-style courtyard with large roses in full bloom glows softly under the moonlight. Natsume doesn't need to work hard to see the two people sitting together.

Of course Zhang Jingsi also saw it, "Do you need to go to say hello?"

"No need." Natsume said, "They should not welcome others to disturb them now."

Zhang Jingsi nodded, and the two walked over calmly as if they hadn't seen anything.

In fact, Natsume's judgment is quite right, Kyogokuhiko and Kyogokuhiko don't welcome other people's disturbance now.

The reason is probably that Kyogokuhiko randomly picked up a copy of Romeo and Juliet during their usual reading time before going to bed.

"If you really love me, please tell me sincerely; if you think that I am too easy to give in, I will pile up an angry face, pretend to be stubborn, and refuse your kindness, so that you can be tactful to me. Please, otherwise I will not refuse you anyway." He read, winking narrowly at Diarmuid.

Diarmuid laughed, glanced at the book at hand and read: "Go on, angel of light. Because I look up at you in the night, like a mortal in the world, with wide open eyes, looking at you. It's like an angel with wings, riding white clouds slowly across the sky."

Kyogokuhiko raised the corners of his lips, "That's not the original sentence."

"Even if the rose has a different name, it still smells the same." Diarmuid laughed.

The roses outside the window were blooming just in time, sending bursts of fragrance.

Then the ghost knows where their interest came from. In the middle of the night, they stayed awake in the dark and ran to the windy gazebo to read love poems.

You read that right, read love poems!

"I've seen you cry - a bright tear,

into your blue eyes;

At that time, I thought to myself, isn't this,

A violet hung with dew. "

Diarmuid read slowly, reminding Kyogokuhiko of all the things in the London manor. The lights are bright and the cicadas are singing, which can be regarded as a quiet time.

He laughed softly, straightened up and kissed the corner of Diarmuid's lips.

"Please use." In the room, Natsume dug out the tea leaves in the cupboard to brew, and Shiba Shizuka sat and watched.

In the past few years, Natsume always made trouble for him. The little child played him with a gentle smile until he wanted to cry. In recent years, he has not played him very much, but when he sees that smiling face, he will I couldn't help but the hairs on my back stood on end.

"Is there something on my face?" Natsume asked, touching his cheek.

"Ah, no, it's nothing." Zhang Jingsi suddenly came back to his senses, and took a sip from his teacup in a concealed manner.

"Still remembering the pranks I played when I was a child?" Natsume asked again, and naturally sat down with Chang Jingsi.

"If I hated you, would I still be sitting here?" De Zhang Jingsi glanced at him.

"It's my fault, the heart of a villain is the heart of a gentleman." Natsume hurriedly said, and sat next to him again, "Then you don't hate me?"

"Although he has untimely kindness, but..." Chang Jingsi turned his head to avoid Natsume who was too close to him, and said lightly, "It's not annoying."

"That's good." Natsume smiled brightly, and put his arm around Jingji Chang's shoulders, "From now on, I'm not allowed to pretend that I'm not at home when I'm looking for you to play."

"I'm really not here..." Zhang Jingsi felt a little chill on his back, couldn't help shaking and moved away from Natsume, secretly raised his guard.

Having been tricked so many times, he was already fully prepared.

Chang Jingsi who was thinking in this way, because of his overconfidence in the inherent impression, also regarded Natsume as the kid who was a dozen centimeters shorter than himself and loved to play pranks, ignoring the dark light in Natsume's eyes that was determined to win.

Well, at any rate, he was raised by Kyogokuhiko who taught him the art of scheming. If all his thoughts were spent on weaving nets and traps, even if he was killed in a bloody storm, Jingji Chang would probably be killed. Let's somersault.