CHAPTER XLV

Ao Ling once again took a serious look at this onmyoji who claimed to be the king of Macang Ye.

And the King of Macang Ye was very calm and let him look at it, the handsome onmyoji had a slight smile on his face, he did not wear the high black hat, his back was straight, his posture was elegant, and his aura was pure and surging, if he wanted to use one word to summarize the breath of this person, Ao Ling could only think of the word clean.

Yes, clean - the breath of King Macang Ye and the aura emanating from his body can be summed up in two words, neatly clean.

Because it's too clean, the smell is very faint, unlike the fragrance of cherry blossoms on Abe Harumi's body, the king of the leaves smells like a glass of boiled water.

But no matter how dull it smelled, the strong aura on his body tickled the hunger in Ao Ling's soul all the time.

- I just ate the heart and some flesh of the feathered fox.

Ao Ling looked at King Macang Ye for a while, sighed in his heart, and forcibly withdrew his gaze, "Abe Qingming asked me to send you something." ”

King Macang Ye's eyes widened slightly, and he raised his eyebrows when he heard the heart of this monster boy because of the words that came out.

"I still need to be on duty in the Yin Yang Liao tonight." King Macang Ye skipped Abe Harumi's name, took out a cut paper figure from his sleeve, and handed it to Ao Ling, "You first follow me to my mansion for a while." ”

Ao Ling, who had nothing to do, nodded, watched the paper figure turn into a woman dressed in white, and then left the street.

King Macang Ye gently tapped his chin with a bat fan in his hand, looking at the guards who seemed to be concentrating on cleaning up the mess here, but his eyes were always focused on him from time to time, and the sound of the continuous influx made him frown slightly, and after putting down a few Shishen Cloth and laying down the enchantment, he turned around and left the street and walked towards the Yin Yang Liao.

……

Abe otaku.

Shortly after the soul separation technique was lifted, Abe Harumi, who was sitting in the courtyard watching the stars under the gaze of several god generals, finally stood up, turned his head and looked at his god generals with a surprised face, "Oh, you're all here." ”

Without waiting for the god general to open his mouth to reproach him for using the soul separation technique at a great age, Abe Qingming clapped his hands directly, and then spread his hands and looked up at the roof with a smile, "Since they are here, I have something to ask you, Hook Formation." ”

The tall goddess will appear on the roof, looking down at Abe Harumi who is standing under the eaves of the porch with his hands outstretched, his eyes falling on the jade bottle in his palm, and jumping down from the roof.

The bottle exuded a faint smell of blood, and the bottle carried a pure and holy aura that almost made the jade bottle unsealable.

"...... this?"

"The blood of the nine-tailed sky fox." Abe Qingming watched Gou Zhen carefully put away the jade bottle, and the painted fan in his hand unfolded suddenly, and on his slightly old but still energetic face, a pair of fox eyes smiled crookedly, "Give it to the feather fox for me, and just say - Abe Qingming hopes to be reborn in the world." ”

The atmosphere between the gods and generals in the courtyard suddenly tensed.

"I went to my mother to ask for this." Abe Harumi didn't seem to notice the tense atmosphere between the gods, walked into the house, and directly blew out the lights.

Let the feathered fox build momentum in Beijing for so long and gain thousands of followers, it's time to collect some interest.

Abe Qingming took out a jade bottle again in the dark room, cut his hand, filled the jade bottle with blood, plugged the bottle stopper, healed the wound, and then directly closed his clothes and lay down, and fell asleep.

……

It had been a long time since Ao Ling followed Shikishen to the mansion of King Macang Ye, which was not very big, but it was very chic.

It may be that there is some kind of formation contained in it, and when you look at the same place in different places, you can see completely different scenery, and if a stranger comes in, you will definitely get lost.

Ao Ling was taken to the living room by Shikami, and waited from the starry sky until the night receded and the sky was white, and then he heard the voice of the Onmyoji walking slowly.

The monster boy turned his head to look at King Macang Ye, who was about to open the door of the living room, with a small half of the pastry in his mouth, and a little confusion in his eyes.

"Still to taste?" King Macang Ye sat down on his knees opposite Ao, who was sitting cross-legged, his hands on his knees, and his back straight.

Ao Ling was stunned for a moment, swallowed the pastry in his mouth, and then reacted in a trance It seems that the pastry has not been broken all night, and as soon as he finishes eating a plate, he will make up for it immediately.

"......" seems to be seen through by others at a glance.

Ao Ling moved uncomfortably, retracted his feet and knelt up according to the rules, but in the end, his posture was still not as handsome and serious as the onmyoji opposite.

He scratched his face lightly, raised his head and met King Macang Ye's eyes, "Macang-kun, you can call me Ling, I'...... For the time being, it can be regarded as Abe Harumei's domestic dog. ”

Temporarily?

King Macang Ye raised his eyebrows, "I can hear you." ”

The gods of the Qingming family, the gods and the gods, either call him by his name or call him an adult, and he has never seen it even by name and surname.

"Call me King Ye." He didn't like the surname Asakura much.

King Asakura Ye poured himself a cup of tea, and when he was about to pour a cup for the monster opposite, he stopped, put down the teapot, and pushed a plate of unfinished pastries in front of him, "Eat if you want." ”

Don't keep shouting hungry all the time...... King Macang Ye also thoughtfully asked Shikami to make a few more pastries.

Ao Ling was stunned, lowered his head embarrassedly, drooped his ears on the top of his head, and shook from time to time, and even the tip of the tail behind him stood up and shook twice from time to time.

Being a guest at someone else's house, but eating and eating was pierced by the host, and I feel so shy.

Ma Cang Ye Wang Bafeng, who heard everything in the other party's heart, did not move, looked up at Ao Ling, and asked with a slight smile: "What did Qingming send you here for?" ”

Ao Ling's mind was instantly swept away by this question, and he directly took out the books and put them on the low table between him and King Ye.

When the book was taken out, King Macang Ye's face showed obvious surprise.

"Qing Minggong's handwritten "Divination and Strategy"?" He picked up one of the volumes with a gentle movement, and was just about to flip through it, but his eyes saw Ao Ling's undamaged hand, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Ao Ling, who thought there was something wrong with the book, patted the pastry crumbs on his hands, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Although he was surprised that a monster was unscathed with the work of the Great Onmyoji himself, King Macang Ye still shook his head and did not mean to get to the bottom of it.

- Because all this seems to be a matter of course in the eyes of this monster, when I take out the book, my heart has no waves, and I still think of hunger and hunger from time to time.

To be reasonable, King Macang Ye has never seen such a monster with such a simple mind.

Those negative emotions that are easy to arise from darkness are not seen in this monster at all.

The deepest voice in this monster's heart is hunger.

Still humming and chirping with a tone of shouting hunger, there is no paragraph, occasionally mixed with the whine of grievance.

I'm already eating it—didn't I eat the heart of the feathered fox before?

He was still hungry.

King Asakura Ye opened the book in his hand while listening to the monster humming and chirping and shouting that he was extremely weakly hungry.

It is indeed the handwriting of Qing Ming Gong, and he has seen it in the past and has a completely different feeling from what has been copied by others, the words in the hands of the great onmyoji are spiritual, and each stroke contains his own soul and spirit.

Ao Ling finished eating another plate of pastries, looked up at King Macang Ye who was sitting opposite and looking at the book, and was just about to reach out to get another plate close to the other party, when he saw King Macang Ye raise his head from the book, look at him, and take the initiative to change the position of the plate.

"......" good, so embarrassing_(:зゝ∠)_

Ao Ling silently withdrew his claws, only to suddenly remember that his task seemed to be over to deliver the book.

According to the family dog, you should go back when you're done.

"Stay." King Macang Ye said in a light tone.

Ao Ling was stunned, "Hey? ”

"Before dawn, Abe Changhao went to the Yin Yang Liao, saying that Qing Ming Gong was aggravated by his illness, and during this time, Abe's house refused to allow anyone to enter or leave, and the barrier was already open, and no one could pass freely except for the twelve gods." King Asakura closed the book in his hand, "And Abe Masahiro said that the demons and monsters outside, naturally there are Qingming's domestic dogs responsible for cleaning up." ”

Qingming's family dog - of course, such a description cannot refer to the famous twelve gods.

Obviously, it's probably the pitch-black monster boy in front of him with obvious canine characteristics.

"Harumaki Abe, he's sick?!"

Ao Ling has no opinion on letting him deal with monsters or something, he wants to eat monsters, and it doesn't matter if he is worthy of Abe Qingming's name or not.

But the fact that Abe Qingming was sick made Ao Ling's whole dog unstable.

He was still counting on Abe Harumi to send him away!

King Macang Ye looked at Ao Ling and squinted slightly, "I'm not sick." ”

Ao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

King Macang Ye put away a few books, turned his head to look at Ao Ling, and was about to say something, when he felt that the enchantment of the mansion was touched.

In the next moment, Shikigami walked in with a prayer post.

King Macang Ye glanced at the worship post above, asked Shikami to remove the low table in the room, erected two screens in the hall, and pointed to one of them, "Go over there first." ”

Ao Ling replied and got behind the screen.

King Macang Ye looked at the screen for a while, sighed, and asked Shikami to stuff two more plates of pastries.

Ao Ling hugged the pastry, and it was not that he didn't eat it—could it be that his greed was so obvious...... It's really embarrassing.

But Ao Ling soon had no time to dwell on this matter, someone in the mansion walked in, and from a distance, Ao Ling smelled a mixture of ghosts and humans, sweet and mixed with a rancid smell, quite subtle.

The man quickly stepped into the living room.

Ao Ling could see the dark aura of the man's teeth and claws through the screen—this person's heart had been completely eroded by ghosts.

And ghosts are such things, even Ao Ling, who has never been picky eaters, is very disgusted, and he doesn't want to put them in his mouth at all.

But the dark aura on its body is like comfortable hot water for every youkai, and being in it is like soaking in a hot spring.

And for Ao Ling, these dark breaths can also be regarded as a snack with a good taste.

Ao Ling held two plates of pastries, wandered between the pastries and the darkness in the hall for a while, resolutely gave up the former, and began to secretly rub and smoke drugs.

King Macang Ye held the bat fan, lowered his eyes and looked at the nobleman who made the most solemn bow on his forehead, listened to the other party's heart full of fear and malice, and opened the fan in his hand to cover the disgust in his eyes.

"You ...... Want to reincarnate Qing Ming Gong? King Macang Ye paused word by word, his voice was extremely soft, but in the quiet living room, he seemed to be loud, "You still want him to be with the monster, so that he can be controlled by you?" ”

The nobleman shuddered, but still trembled and said, "Yes, yes, Lord Ye. ”

The other party's heart voice suddenly rose several degrees, and King Macang Ye had to stop his thoughts and close his eyes, ready to sort out the disrupted thoughts, only to find that the angry screams and mocking voices stopped abruptly, and there was no more sound.

King Macang Ye was stunned, opened his eyes and looked at the nobleman who was kneeling on the ground trembling, but he never heard a sound.

- No more sound?

He condensed his spiritual power into his eyes, and when he saw the overwhelming darkness, he was firmly stopped in front of him, and he was converging towards the monster boy behind the screen.

King Macang Ye got up suddenly, walked behind the screen in a few steps, and saw the positive suction (?) Ao Ling, who smoked drugs all over his face and stuffed a few pieces of pastry into his mouth from time to time.

The other party was looking up at him in a daze at the moment.

King Asakura suddenly remembered what the other party said to him two months ago when he met Abe Qingming in Yinyangliao.

- Xiao Ye Wang, do the old man a favor, I'll give you a good thing, and an interesting guy.