[Comprehensive] Onmyoji Ibaraki Doji

Chapter 71

Fang has never been able to understand why Bailong still stays in the soup house, just as he once could not understand the relationship between Bailong and his mother.

Bailong is a river god, more or less one of the 800 million gods, but for some reason, he said he wanted to learn magic, so he followed his mother.In all fairness, Fang admits that his mother loves and spoils him, but he cannot deny the cruelty and miserliness shown when he was Granny Tang.

Granny Tang planted Gu worms in the body of the white dragon, took away the name, and manipulated the dragon to work for him. The price in exchange was the learning of magic, but all the carefully arranged methods were broken a hundred years ago, and she got her The name Bailong should be able to go far away, but he chose to stay in the soup house.

Hundreds of years is not a long time for monsters and gods, but it is enough to make Granny Tang grow old and let him enter adolescence. It is at this time when the ups and downs are not connected, Granny Tang can only choose to open up half of the soup house first. The task was entrusted to Bailong, who taught him more advanced magic, and at the same time, he had to be afraid of him. The most sights Fang saw in his childhood were his mother with an angry and depressed expression, and respecting his mother. Bending down respectfully, Bai Long looked indifferent.

Granny Tang always thought that there would be something that could restrain this dragon. She arranged young and beautiful girls beside him, and recruited rich and lonely female guests for him, but in the end she could only grit her teeth and admit this against her will. It is true that the disciples she taught seem to have walked through all kinds of filth and darkness, but they are still not touched at all.

Wealth, power and sex, Fang naturally knew that these were the three methods his mother had repeatedly mentioned to find a breakthrough point from Bailong. Bailong had never shown his love for gold, silver, jewelry and luxurious clothes, so he It’s not a joke, there are infatuated female customers who offer a lot of gold, and Quan, in recent years, it’s okay, in the past few decades or even a hundred years, the waiters only know Mr. Bai, but they don’t know him. color.

Fang is different from all the boys and girls of the same grade here.

The young waiters on the first, second and third floors wore identical bunt kimonos, worked night after night, with thick calluses on their fingers, and blisters on the soles of their feet. They lived for the charity and wages of the guests, but Fang The fifth floor was raised by heaven, pampered as much as possible, he stepped on the thick and soft carpet all day long, with snow-white feet, his food was made individually, and he ate one out of a hundred bowls by hand. The delicate kimono wraps his body that has never tasted hard work.Even though he has independently managed the soup house in recent years, he has to learn how to smile modestly and respectfully, and learn to serve those high-ranking gods with his own hands, but these living habits have never changed, nourishing his delicate and delicate skin.

Fang took two steps towards Bailong.

His office is very warm, as if he didn't feel the lack of a few clothes, the water droplets in the hair slipped down the young man's thin back, and flowed into the depths closer to the hot body temperature, he raised his head Looking at Bailong, with a strange smile on his lips, he continued to walk a few steps forward.

The boy's figure was tall and soft, and he was indistinguishable from behind. His legs were long and straight, his waist was thin, and his skin was dazzlingly white.

If you talk about improvement.

"Could it be that you stayed because of me?"

Fang intentionally brought that disgusting teasing tone, and was almost close to sticking to Bailong's body. He raised his chin, his posture was very suitable for inviting kisses, and his black hair hung down on his shoulders.He sincerely intends to disgust the other party, on the premise that he has not disgusted himself, after all, Bailong has always been so indifferent in his memory, and in those low-level whispers, those middle-aged female guests , as if when being served, they all hope to see such a cold expression.

However, Fang was doomed to fail.

When he was still crying in his mother's arms, the other party was already at the same age as he is now, and was in charge of all the affairs of the three-story soup pool in detail, molested his female guests, and wanted to get some cheap men Customers, rogue customers, bargaining customers, anyone is more oppressive than this young man who deliberately approached in front of him.

Fang looked at the other party without any movement, as if he was standing on the spot and was about to turn into a steel plate. He wanted to retract his raised face a little bored, and turned to look at the situation, but the other party held his face down.

The voice of the young man was born out of the sharp youthfulness of a teenager, with maturity, stability and calmness, but not old-fashioned. Fang was a little shocked. He forgot his original purpose, and when he was about to struggle, he only heard the other party say said that sentence.

"Something makes sense."

Bailong's lips and teeth carried an indescribable coolness, perhaps because he was a dragon and controlled a water area, Fang numbly followed him to finish the kiss, one piece after another of fireworks probably exploded in his head, and his blood rushed upwards , and even his hands and feet were a little stiff and paralyzed.

The kiss was not too warm, it passed away in a short time, Bailong picked up the blanket from the sofa, and put it on Fang's body like a very considerate elder, then brushed his wet short hair away, and rubbed his middle finger vaguely After passing the lips, it was as quick as a miss.

After the other party's figure disappeared for a long time, Fang sat on the carpet in a daze, and suddenly realized that he lifted the blanket off his body, wanted to curse loudly, and was worried about going to the next room to return The sleeping mother, his hands clenched into fists, the blue blood vessels were clearly revealed on the back of his hands.

"...Damn, I'm really interested in my young master."

"What should I do... Is it possible that the young master really wants to let him sleep?"

Fang bit his nails anxiously, making some pits and holes.

...if he can really check and balance the opponent.

None of the students in the Magic Institute were willing to get up from the soup pool.

The school's conditions are good, but how can it compare to the huge soup pool here, the medicinal soup with different ingredients, the gentle waiters, and the dishes whose names cannot be named.

The heat consumed their will, and the food disintegrated their strangeness, and finally they all turned into a limp pool, and fell into the soup pool, feeling overwhelmed with pain and drowsy.

Yan Mo had already crawled out of the soup pool, wrapped in a dark red exquisite kimono, and ordered the waiters to salvage the students one by one, all of them had flushed faces and weak limbs, wishing to find the coldest place and hug them , Yan Mo had to smile apologetically at Bai Long, who called out many waiters, "It's really troublesome Mr. Bai."

"You're welcome."

Bailong was still so reserved, smiling faintly as if he couldn't catch it at all, and asked the waiter to carry the distinguished guests on their backs and send them to the guest room.

Yan Mo waved her hand grandly, saying that there is no need to be so troublesome. Her wandless magic was superb, and then let the students who were slumped on the ground fly out of thin air. The girls took special care, and the waiters carried them up. It doesn't matter, most of them only have a close-fitting underwear left, and the kimono outside is crooked, revealing a lot of springtime that is eye-catching or not.

Ibaraki forced himself to support himself to stand up, which was actually a little difficult, or it was all due to Shuten-douji, pulling and pulling, and doing a lot of things that made him feel like he was spinning hundreds of times, as if He stepped on the cotton, walked crookedly, couldn't think at all, and beside him was a Shuten-doji who was also bumping around.

In the next second, both feet left the ground at the same time, floating in midair in an indecent posture. Ibaraki felt that he was about to close his eyes to endure the undue dizziness, but soon flew forward again .

The one in front of him screamed fiercely, because Ibaraki's horn poked his leg.

A group of students floated behind Yan Mo in a mighty way, passed through most of the third floor of the soup house, and floated up the second day with the elevator, Yan Mo didn't go to the room, and directly brought them all to the singing hall of the second day middle.

The karaoke hall is a place for geisha or acrobatic clowns to perform. The curtains are drawn in front of the guests, and no one can see who they are, except for looking at the stage, and there is a huge space in the box, and there are many entertainments. Utensils, dice, mahjong and flower cards are all available, but the students all collapsed on the pear wood chairs full of coolness, scrambling, slowly waking up.

A faint but long and euphemistic singing voice came from the curtain, as if whispering in the ear, Ibaraki pressed his right face against the wood, feeling that he would fall into a deep sleep in the next second.

He did fall asleep, and he didn't know how long he had slept, and he woke up in a daze amidst applause.

Acrobatics were being performed on the stage, a frog sprayed out a fireball from its mouth, then jumped into the air, swallowed the fireball, and scattered gold particles spilled out from behind the curtain.

A group of people around him were engrossed in playing Grim Reaper, and when they saw him wake up, they all called Ouhuang's father to ask for a card draw, and to add a friend, a foreign aid who could hug his thigh.

Ibaraki played the game of death, and watched Shuten-douji compete with other students in mahjong. His luck was so good that Yan Mo himself played. Mo Leng snorted, she grabbed a handful out of thin air with her right hand, and then smashed it beside her, forming a hill of gold grains.

Shuten-douji has been a bit powerful in krypton gold recently, and his pocket is shy. Ibaraki called out the guide shikigami, asked the ratio between the gold grains and the gold coins he owns, and took out a handful of gold coins of the same height in minutes. The grains came and fell on Shuten-douji's side.

Yan Mo asked Ibaraki-douji how you deserve to be a senior, eat my Kanaya wild, and even pick up Kagu soil, don’t teach your juniors well, and come to encourage your juniors to gamble, Shuten-douji smiled a bit reservedly, saying you That's really polite, my uncle and Ibaraki-douji are almost one body, no matter how you say it, they can be regarded as the top match between the two academy prefects and prefects.

Yan Mo said that my old lady will overturn your dog food no matter what today.