Being watched by Fujiwara Ki, Reimu shrugged helplessly, not caring at all about her demolition of the Red Devil Pavilion, most of her attention was still focused on the target of Dream Innate's attack, that is, that huge steamed bun, oh, now it has become a small steamed bun.

After the smoke cleared, the Mantou-faced figure had shrunk to a slightly larger size than a basketball and could almost be held in his arms. Remilia, Sakuya, and Red Meiling were all vomited out, lying on the ground and dying.

Thank God.

Remilia got up from the ground first, touched the digestive juices in her stomach, her whole face turned green, and she retched first.

The expressions of Hong Meiling and Sakiya, who slowly got up next to them, were not very good, and they kept wiping their bodies with handkerchiefs, and several people couldn't wait to return to the Red Devil Pavilion to wash their bodies, and Fujiwara Kiri, who was covered in blood, also borrowed a bathroom from the maid of the Red Devil Pavilion and washed their whole bodies.

By the time they came back with their wet hair, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and Fujiwara was already dozing to death, but there was no place to sleep, so he had to sit on a chair with his spirits.

Reimu didn't feel sleepy at all, and played with the stupid big steamed bun, after getting smaller, the big steamed bun still looked quite cute, especially a round bun face, with a baby fat face soft, and with a sweet smell, is this an apple?

Reimu leaned his face against the big steamed bun and rubbed it, the big steamed bun squinted comfortably, and there was a slow sound in his mouth~~ha~~~, which made Reimu happy.

"Hey, Remy, how did you make this thing. Reimu shook the big steamed bun and asked Remilia.

"Just give your hair to Patchouli, who mixes it with leavened apple bread and doesn't know what spell she used. Remilia was embarrassed, and handed the cute black tea cup to Sakiya, who added a cup of black tea to it, and the red liquid poured in set off the white color of the cup, which looked extremely pleasing to the eye, even if Reimu knew what was added to it, she felt that it had a seductive charm.

"Well, it's a strange magic, Pache still delves into these sideways things like that, wouldn't it be better if she could seriously study alchemy and turn anything into gold?"

Reimu put the soft steamed bun face on the table, let it jump around on the table by itself, picked up the cake snack in his hand with a spoon, and stretched it out to the side of the little steamed bun, it swallowed it without hesitation, and screamed in its mouth~~~, like a voice of admiration, with a happy smile on its face.

While Reimu was feeding the steamed bun, Fujiwara Kiya was also watching the little guy.

"Speaking of which, you haven't come up with a name for it yet?" Fujiwara took the initiative to bring it up after being slightly snubbed in the living room.

"That's right. Remilia had been watching Reimu play with the big steamed bun, and when she heard Fujiwara's words, she nodded, and then sighed, "You guy, where did you come from?" ”

"You didn't find out until now, and why is this guy so rudely called. Fujiwara Ki stood up, "Officially introduced, I'm Fujiwara Ki, surname Fujiwara, ah bah, surname Fujiwara, Nawara Ki." ”

Fujiwara was called too many times by Reimu Demon Dream and Yuyuko, and Fujiwara himself habitually read it continuously.

"You guy, you can't even speak. Remilia put down her teacup and sat down in her chair, her feet dangling in the air, speaking like an elder.

Lori, who is short in stature, is a young girl who can't even reach the ground, and she speaks in a big tone.

Fujiwara Ki touched his nose: "Okay, my name is Fujiwara Ki, I am a human from the outside world, and I am currently working as a court master at the Saihang Temple?"

"Do you know swordsmanship?" After the Spring Snow Mutation was resolved, Remilia also saw this man in the newspaper, but she didn't know him, and another strange girl, who was also a court master, well, it was called Soul Demon Dream, but she heard that it was very powerful, which made Remilia have the illusion that the court masters were all very powerful swordsmanship.

"No, it won't. Fujiwara Kiki said honestly, "I've just started to learn swordsmanship like Youmeng. ”

"Okay, Fujiwara Ki, why don't you stay in the White Jade Tower, but live at the Hakurei Shrine with Hakurei Reimu?" Remilia mentioned the most important thing at this time, although she felt that it was impossible for Hakurei Reimu to start falling in love or something, but this kind of thing can only be understood to the bottom of the truth so as not to make the misunderstanding bigger.

As Reimu's friend, Remilia felt that she had to think about her safety and not let any strange people around her, especially men who were too close.

Reimu was still feeding the big steamed bun with that little spoon, and her attention was not focused here, and Remilia focused her eyes on her pet from time to time, occasionally sweeping Reimu's smiling face, her face was slightly red, but when she turned her gaze to Fujiwara Ki, her brow furrowed.

Remilia's eyes looked at this man carefully, and felt that although he didn't look like a bright spot, he didn't look bad, which made her suddenly have an inexplicable sense of crisis, this wonderful feeling made her a little strange, and her impression of Fujiwara was slightly worse.

But a noble vampire must not let his love be written on his face, and Remilia forced herself to show the generosity of the noble, nodding at Fujiwara Ki, making him feel a little inexplicable.

I don't know why the hostess of the Red Devil Pavilion said that she came to Hakurei Shrine, Fujiwara Noriki explained: "Because I want to learn Taoism, I temporarily lived at Hakurei Shrine and asked Reimu for advice." ”

And Fujiwara Ki found that when he mentioned "Reimu", Remilia nodded, frowned slightly, picked up the black teacup, took a sip, lowered his gaze, and looked up at Fujiwara Ki's face - so the tall man looked really unpleasant.

"I see, do you want to learn Taoism?" Remilia turned the teacup and muttered for a while: "Are you interested in learning from Pacully, I am a book on Taoism, well, Pacully's collection should have something about Oriental Taoism, if you can learn magic, it would be good." ”

Sounds very good, although Fujiwara Ki is very excited, but he doesn't dare to agree at will now, firstly, because he still has to stay in the White Jade Building to do his own job (court master-), and secondly, the Red Devil Pavilion is not in the world after all, there are two vampires living here, a ruthless maid and a monster guarding the door, their values are very different from those of humans, who knows what will happen if they stay here for a long time.

If this matter is not enough, you can't directly refuse, Fujiwara Ki also knows that Patchouli is the administrator of the huge library hidden by the Red Devil Pavilion, which contains Patchouli's 130,000 small yellow books (fog), and it is not strange if there are any books on Taoism.

After thinking about it, Fujiwara Ki said to Remilia: "Thank you very much for your generosity, but I may return to the White Jade Building to practice for a while, so I may not be able to accept your kindness for the time being, if I have the opportunity, I look forward to your invitation." ”

Fujiwara rebuffed Remilia in a polite Western tone, which surprised her a little, and nodded with satisfaction, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being honored.

Hearing that Fujiwara was going back to the White Jade Building, so he refused his invitation, Remilia waved her hand generously, "You can come at any time, well, if you can, ask a question." ”

"What blood type are you?"

"Type B. Fujiwara Noriki felt a little bad, he had heard that the eldest lady of this Red Devil Pavilion liked black tea with blood, but he didn't know which blood type she liked, well, to put it mildly, which flavor she liked.

"Oh, what a coincidence. Remilia clapped her hands happily, "Well, if you can, can you let Sakiya draw some blood, well, is that acceptable to you? Not much." ”

"Well, if not much, that's acceptable, but it feels a little weird. ”

"Remy, a little more restrained. Reimu, who was teasing the steamed bun, reminded.

"I thought you wouldn't care. Remilia was a little disappointed, and didn't mention it again, pointing to the big steamed bun in Reimeng's hand and said, "But what's the name of this little guy?"