【Light Cut】Playing hard to get

On the first night of bringing Laikou back to Oeyama, Onikiri was immersed in blissful joy.Although his little master developed a low-grade fever due to the bumps and wind and cold along the way, and his cheeks were flushed and drowsy, he did not refuse the meat porridge he made. Even when he lifted the spoon cheekily, the little boy just glared at him , nodded silently, let him blow on the small spoon fifty times nervously, and then handed the spoon to those immature lips.

When Raikou held the tip of the spoon and sucked the white and soft rice grains and the sticky and fragrant Gorgon juice little by little, Onikiri felt his own numbness from the depths of his bone marrow, and felt that his entire back was bathed in the caress of the spring breeze. He couldn't help showing a smile, and his slightly bowed reflection was reflected on the wall like a lustful man holding a torch against the wind, but he was thankful that his own light, candles and flames were gentle to him, and Laiguang even snatched it from his hand after chewing. He fed him the porridge with a spoon, and said to him, "If I want to be a samurai, I have to take good care of my sword before I can eat. Onikiri, open your mouth."

——The winner is so far, fortunately.He has enough and wants nothing more.

But after all, there is still something to ask, because Raikou's low fever persists, and it deteriorates into a scorching high fever on the third day. The little boy would vomit even after drinking water, curled up on Onikiri's neck and breathed feebly, as if he might at any time He couldn't wake up from sleep, so anxious that the big demon almost tore off his scalp, and couldn't figure out the cause of Laiguang's illness after thinking about it, so he had to leave behind many barriers, and then rushed all the way back to Ping'an capital, looking for the great onmyoji Seimei's help.

But as soon as Onikiri left, it didn't take long for an uninvited guest to come aggressively, and a punch shattered the protection that Toshitsufusangshin had carefully woven for the little master. "Okiki you bastard! How dare you bring that nasty onmyoji to Dajiangshan—isn't Minamoto Raimitsu's reincarnation still Minamoto Raimitsu! You bastard! See if I won't crush that Minamoto... oh ?”

The ghost of Rashomon just pulled the curled up Raikou out of the bed when he was taken aback by the pitiful appearance of the seriously ill child in front of him. "You, what kind of conspiracy are you playing, Minamoto?" Seeing the little boy lying softly on the ground, motionless like a dying animal, the big demon grabbed Raikou's right wrist and squeezed his small body. Lift it up until he can look directly at Raimitsu's face, "Hey, Minamoto Raimitsu, open your eyes! Ibaraki Doji is asking you something! Tell me, what is your plan for coming to Dajiangshan this time?!"

Due to the large height gap with Ibaraki Doji, Lai Guang's toes were off the ground, and his whole body was suspended in the air. The right arm, which was only connected a few days ago, soon broke out from the sutures. Cruciating pain broke out, awakening He was in a coma.

The little boy opened his eyes with great reluctance, and looked at the strange ghost in front of him with flickering eyes. After a long while, he murmured that Qingming had repeatedly told him that he must be careful when he met Ibaraki Doji for the first time. What he said: "My name is Laiguang, my surname is not Gen... Hello, Uncle Ibaraki."

The big demon who had no fear of gods and Buddhas was so frightened by the call of "uncle" that his hairs stood on end, gasped, and took a step back suddenly.

But when he backed off his feet and exerted all his strength on his hands, Laikou's right arm was torn apart. The little boy fell back to the ground with a "boom", only the strength left in convulsions, and Ibaraki stared blankly at the lotus root in his hand. The young white broken arm—the right arm, stared blankly at the little boy lying on the ground, twitching silently—no one understands the pain of a broken arm better than the ghost of Rashomon. He stepped forward, took the little boy into his arms, and led him to run wildly, leaving Onikiri's hut behind.

"Uh... so the current situation is that Onikiki you brought the reincarnation of Minamoto Raimitsu to Dajiangshan, and planned to raise him here? It turned out to be true... I thought Seimei was joking... ..." The ghost king of Dajiangshan reached out and touched the tip of his nose, then scratched the back of his head, showing a rare embarrassment, "I was probably drunk at the time, and forgot to tell Ibaraki about this matter. I'm sorry, Onikiri."

Standing on both sides of Shuten-douji, the two demons who were named by the ghost king raised their heads at the same time, and roared angrily at each other: "Are you trying to hurt my master while I'm gone, Ibaraki! I didn't expect you to be so despicable!" After so many years, you will still be deceived by Genji, Onikiri! The tolerance of my best friend can't dispel my anger, I want to tear the throat of that little bastard!"

Shuten made a decisive decision, raised his hand and gave two slaps, one left and one right like an afterimage, he rushed to Ibaraki's Onikiri with the knife, raised his fist and swung at Onikiri's Ibaraki at the same time.

"Hey, both of you, calm down, sir." Jiu Tun clapped his hands, raised his eyebrows and looked at Onikiri and Ibaraki who were half kneeling on the ground after getting up from the ground, thinking for a while. Afterwards, "Since my uncle promised Qingming to let me, Da Jiangshan, take in that little guy, there is nothing wrong with it, but if he does something that endangers ghosts like Yuan Laiguang, I will be the first to smash him." With his little head, take out all his bones and make wine to drink, do you understand, Onikiri?"

Onikiri met the Oni King's gaze and nodded coldly. Just as Ibaraki was about to speak, the Oni King interrupted him: "Don't be too narrow-minded, Ibaraki-douji, why bother with a weak little one? At least wait until he grows up to be with you." It's too tall, let's crush him with another punch!"

Ibaraki opened his mouth, and after a while he gave a soft "tsk", frowned and said, "Okay, I'll just listen to my best friend. I'd like to see what crooked ideas Minamoto Raiko dared to do under my nose. He and his lackeys will surely die at the hands of my hell ghosts before they endanger their best friends!"

Because of the great strength of the big monster, his temper is unavoidable. When Onikiri heard Ibaraki's tone, he felt that he was pointing and cursing, and immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, and the light of the knife hit Ibaraki's right arm—"Onikiri! Chicken flying dog jumps off Do you know how troublesome it is to clean up the ruins! Why don’t you let us stop?!”

But what really stopped Onikiri's blade was not Hoshikuma Doji who rushed out of the hut angrily, but the half-demon boy who was led out of the hut by his left hand, "Onikiri!" Laikou, who had regained his right arm, let go of Hoshikuma Doji's hand The hand ran towards him, but fell to the ground with a "boom" within a few steps, obviously because he was still in pain and had a poor sense of balance.

"Master!" Onikiri didn't even bother to put the knife back into its sheath, but directly shook off Hidekiri, rushed to the little boy, wrapped his heavy treasure into his arms, and wiped away the mud spots and debris on his face in pain , whispered: "I'm sorry, Laikou, I shouldn't have left you...it's all my fault, I'm sorry."

The little boy who looked up in his arms shook his head, "It's okay, I know you should go to Grandpa Qingming and ask how to cure my fever." Seeing that his knife seems to be more guilty, Lai Guang thought for a while, He added: "There was some blood, but I became more awake. Besides, Uncle Ibaraki didn't kill me, but saved me."

Lai Guang said "Uncle" abruptly, the child's voice was crisp and clear, and no one could pretend that he didn't hear it. The three monsters present suddenly turned into petrification, and Ibaraki was choked by his own saliva, and his cheeks seemed to "boom" With a sound, a suspicious blush popped up.

Shuten: "Uh, Ibaraki...'Uncle'? I didn't expect you two to have a good relationship..."

Onikiri: "Master, Master... Did Ibaraki Doji force you to call me that?"

Only Hoshiguma Douzi "giggled" with a good acceptance, as if he had expected Raikou to come out like this.In the bad intention of watching the fun and not thinking it's a big deal, he walked up to the little boy and squatted down, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, little Laiguang, you haven't greeted the king of ghosts in our great rivers and mountains, Jiu Tun-douji This is not good, be careful, our ghost king thinks you are rude, and will throw you out if you are not happy."

Jiu Tun felt bad when he heard Hoshiguma's provocative tone, but before he could close his ears, Laiguang's crisp voice sounded at him again, its lethality was comparable to that of Minamoto Laiguang wielding the boy Kirie Anzuna. The next heavy chop: "Hello, Uncle Jiuten, my name is Laiguang."

Because of the call of "Uncle", the dignified ghost king almost fell on the spot, completely unable to restrain the urge to twitch his cheeks, but in the eyes of the little boy, he thought it was Qingming who made a mistake about the seniority of these big monsters, which caused him to call it wrong too. , "Hmm... Then, is it more appropriate to use 'Brother Shuten' or 'Brother Ibaraki'? It's the first time to meet you, brothers, my name is Laiguang."

Shuten immediately tore off the ghost gourd on his back, and slammed it on his forehead, trying to forget the shameful speech that Raikou said calmly, but Ibaraki yelled in collapse, turned around and ran away without a trace.

Amidst the wild laughter of Hoshiguma pounding the ground, Onikiri silently picked up the little master and led him away from this place of right and wrong that was too stupid.But when Raikou wrapped his arms around his neck, he still asked persistently, "Onikiri, should I call them 'uncle' or 'brother'?"

Onikiri took a deep breath, and said in a dull tone, "Uncle... let's go."

So the little boy crossed Onikiri's shoulder, waved his hand in the direction of Onikiri, and said loudly obediently and politely: "Goodbye, Uncle Shuten! I will bring a meeting gift next time."

The ghost king, who was innocently called by the children for the second time, squatted on the ground with his head covered, and for the first time began to yearn for amnesia.He lamented to himself:

This uncle really... convinced Minamoto Raimitsu.