303 Don't come here, my brother-in-law is the great devil Kamiyagawa
Grunt.
The sound of boiling water and the aroma of food are still intertwined.
in the living room.
At Kamiyagawa's table, the atmosphere is a little unnatural.
Mary's face was expressionless, and although she restrained her oppressive force, she still had an aura that could only be seen from a distance.
Pranya is still sitting dignified, holding a teacup in both hands and drinking tea with a determined face. But with an approving look in the corner of his eye, he quietly glanced at Mary opposite.
As for tonight's guest, Onizuka Mikoma, at first she was quite concerned about the two beautiful same-sex gods under Kamiyagawa.
But then, for some reason, it seems that he suddenly fell into a state of depression and self-doubt.
All three of them are the protagonists of the night.
The atmosphere between them stiffened, and even the air in the entire living room became a little heavy. The originally lively Dashi, Takayama, and Inujin's table also quieted down.
"The water is boiling...... I mean, the sukiyaki pot is ready, let's have dinner, right? β
Kamiyagawa spoke in time at this time, and leaned over to lift the lid of the Maifan Stone Cooking Pot.
This is the first time that Mary, Pranya, and Onizuka have come into close contact.
I don't want them to be happy when they meet.
But Kamiya didn't want the three of them to be completely unable to get along......
Among the strange chatters in the room, the clever yellow-haired Dashi Junma was the first to react.
"Wow! It smells so good! I've been waiting for a long time, I'm going to die of hunger! He cooperated with his boss and also opened the sukiyaki pot on his table, "Also, who wants sake?" Little old man senior? Big Brother Inujiro? And Xiaori Hefang, do you still want it? β
"Don't pour the wine yet, help everyone get some raw eggs."
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Because of Oishi's gags, and Miss Takayama is also rare to cooperate with him.
Once again, the atmosphere at the next table was heated up, and the atmosphere in the living room was less dreary.
"Well done, Dashi! Tomorrow I must reward you with two small requiem candles. β
Kamiya affirmed Oishi's activity in his heart.
At this time, his table was finally officially opened.
Prajna made a bowl of raw egg liquid for several people at the same table.
Japanese people eat sukiyaki and have the habit of dipping it in edible raw egg liquid. Kamiyagawa himself didn't like it, but he didn't care what other people wanted to eat.
Prepare the dipping sauce.
Holding the gong kuai in his right hand, he stroked the cuff of his right hand with his left hand, and gracefully sandwiched a piece of snowflake beef full of soup and put it in the bowl of Onizuka Kirita.
The calm and dignified posture shows the bearing of the master here, as if it is a declaration of sovereignty in a sense.
The Kamiya on the side is a little stupid.
How do you feel that tonight's Prajna is surprisingly strong?
Could it be that there is some home bonus for her at home?
"Oh, thank you."
The little witch came back to her senses and took the beef that Pranya had brought over.
Some of her thoughts are elsewhere right now.
Onizuka had always thought that the strength between himself and Kamiya was half a pound or two.
Even if Kamiyagawa played a force-turning performance on the big fight, he still maintained the idea that "Kamiya may be better than me, but it won't be too far away".
But tonight, after inexplicably being dismounted by Mary, Onizuka's original thoughts burst like a punctured soap bubble.
"It turns out that the gap between me and Kamiya is separated by such a thick barrier?"
Onitsuka inevitably had such a frustrated thought in his heart.
Although she usually says that she wants to fish and mess up, after all, she is the son of Juqiong Shrine and has her own pride and pursuit.
Fortunately, with the cheerful character of the little witch, she is not a pessimistic person herself.
In addition, it was the first time she had come to Kamiya's house as a guest, and she was suddenly depressed, which was a very disappointing behavior.
"Ghost and God Disciple, it's really not just talking. After I go back, I'll have to work harder, at least not too far behind Kamiya. β
You must not be left too far behind by Kamiya.
Otherwise, there would be no way to face him with an equal and evenly matched attitude.
Onizuka made up his mind in his heart and adjusted back to his state.
Then, she quickly rolled the beef that Pranya had sandwiched in the raw egg liquid and put it in her mouth.
As soon as the hot snowflake beef just came out of the pot rolled, the egg liquid wrapped on the surface instantly condensed. When you chew it, the meat slices are soaked in a full sauce broth, which is sweet and smooth, and at the same time, it can also show the flavor of beef and eggs to the greatest extent, and the aftertaste is endless.
irresistibly smooth and tender, accompanied by steaming, non-stop rolling; The tenderness that overflows the surface of words flows down the soft and smooth base of the tongue to the abdominal cavity.
"Shhhh
Onizuka Kirita let out a small whimper of satisfaction, and the frustration she had just had just had was swept away.
Food is a good medicine to heal the mood, and it is even more effective for the gluttonous optimism of the little witch.
The snowflake beef, fried tofu, artemisia and other ingredients in the sukiyaki pot have their own flavors, and the atmosphere on the table is slowly starting to improve.
Even the strange stories like Mary and Dream Tapir, who were not very interested in human food, all ate a few bites in cooperation.
"Ahh
Originally, at another table, following Takayama and Ohara's Zashiki boy, he came to Kamiya and Hannya with a bowl in his arms.
Praruo did not bully Shibao in front of outsiders, but motherly gave her vegetables to eat with her own raw egg liquid.
"The little old man's seniors, the eldest brother Inujiro, the friendship is in the wine, and the little brother does it first as a respect. In the future, I don't want to be born on the same day and ...... same year."
"Dashi, if you mess around again, will you be beaten by me?"
"It's not ...... long ago I want to drink sake too. β
"No, no! Dirt, you're starting to lose your footing, you can't drink anymore! β
"Onizuka, don't you want to hear about Hiwabo? Well, tell me the story of this house......"
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I don't know what's going on on the TV, the background sounds mingle with the cacophony of the living room, the dishes are touching and steaming.
At this time, through the glass sliding door, you can see the faint yellow of the street lamps outside.
In the light of the street lamp, there are white flocculents falling down.
Tonight, it's starting to snow.
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Corridor on the second floor.
The body is a half-cut red crayon weaving, wandering aimlessly here.
The hot pot party in the living room downstairs, Caiori was invited, but she didn't participate, after all, although she has the ability to perceive, she can't eat.
I don't have that ability.
Half of the red crayons are about three or four centimeters off the ground, swaying and floating.
As I passed by the study, I suddenly stopped.
Rustling.
Scribbled red lines spilled down the tip of the crayon, turning into solids and wrapping around the doorknob.
Smack.
The door to the study was opened by Oriori with a crack.
Half a small crayon probe in.
There were no lights on in the room and the curtains were drawn, so it was dark.
Caiori hesitated at the door for a moment, but finally chose to enter the study.
According to the agreement between her and the brother named Kamiyagawa, as long as Aori's range of activities does not leave the house, it is fine, and it is not said which room in the house is not allowed to enter.
The little red crayon floats and floats, finally stopping in the corner of the room.
In front of her, there was an old-fashioned telephone with stripping paint.
Iori had seen this phone before, but the breath on it seemed to be a little different tonight.
Rustling.
Curiously, Ayaori stretched out the graffiti red thread to touch the phone, and she could feel that there seemed to be a similar kind of breath in it.
However, that brother Kamiyagawa has so many strange conversations, even if there is one in this phone, it doesn't seem surprising.
Just when Caiori felt bored and was about to leave the study-
Jingle bells.
The old phone suddenly rang faintly, and the microphone shook slightly.
I saw an ethereal faint ghostly aura slowly drifting out of the microphone, and then slowly condensed on the wooden floor of the room, turning into a white-haired, red-haired, two-ponytailed girl.
The girl wore a black and white dress that resembled a maid's outfit, and white smooth silk stockings that were wrapped from the toe to the fleshy thighs.
Satoru-chan, who had been forced to retreat into the spirit drop and slept for more than two months, finally woke up.
"Phewβ"
Satoru just woke up, his expression was still worried, like a kitten still dozing, raising his hand and rubbing his eyes.
But she didn't rub it twice, and she reacted a little that something was wrong.
Where is this?
Satoru's brain has always been very good, even if he has been asleep for more than two months and rebooted, he has not become dull.
She distinctly remembered that she was staying in the little shabby apartment of the guy Kamiyagawa before she fell asleep. It's because he has to help Kamiyagawa find the best countermeasure against the breeder and the plague god, so he will fall into forced sleep.
But where is this now?
Why do you wake up in an unfamiliar environment?
Satoru began to look around alertly.
But it's okay not to look at it, but if you look at it, it's going to kill you.
She saw a small piece of red crayons, floating five or six meters away from her.
There were some red scribbled lines on the ground that looked like tentacles, and they were being quickly pulled back into the body by the red crayons!
"Whoa, whoa!"
Satoru was frightened and fell backwards and stuck to the wall.
What's that?
It looks like an inconspicuous crayon, but judging by the breath, it looks like a powerful monster that can strangle you casually!
"Don't come here! I warn you, my sister is Miss Mary, and my brother-in-law is the great devil Kamiyagawa, if you dare to touch me, the two of them will never let you go! You're going to end badly! β
Because he was so frightened, Satoru immediately reported the names of Mary and Kamiya.
But her thoughts spun quickly, and immediately the worst and most terrible thought crossed her little headβ
Damn, that guy Kamiyagawa failed against the breeder.
And he became something like loot, and he was captured by the bad guys, right?
The color weaving on the other side doesn't quite understand why Satoru is so panicked.
Half of the crayon tip tilted slightly, and wrote on the groundβ
"Sister?"
"Aori, there's no mother. Saiori also wants a sister. β
"You...... What are you talking about? Seeing that the terrifying red crayon didn't attack him immediately, Satoru regained a little composure.
Rustling.
"Colored weaving, loneliness. Can you be Saiori's older sister? β
"I'm ......"
Satoru didn't want to have any entanglement with this strange thing, but he didn't dare to refuse directly, and swallowed back when the words came to his mouth.
Rustling.
The red crayon continued to write on the floor.
"Promised."
"Sister?"
The handwriting was very childish and scribbled, staring at the red letters on the ground, as if I could see a little girl, looking up and laughing innocently.
But the gap in hard power between each other made Satoru feel a chill in his heart and gave him goosebumps.
"Hmmm......"
Satoru nodded reluctantly.
Wow β
The tip of the red crayon, once again scrawled to the wall, pressed the switch of the overhead light.
Following the light of the bright hall, Satoru looked around more calmly than the last time.
She now looked like she was in a study.
On one side of the wall of the study, there is a large LCD TV, PS, Xbox, NS three different game consoles, placed under the TV in turn.
Moreover, there is a whiteboard hanging next to the TV.
There are words left on it, the handwriting is not neat, the writing is quite casual, but it is very powerful, and the iron is painted with silver hooks-
[Moved to a new house, this room is reserved for you.] I bought all the game consoles you wanted. Also, Mary has been very good. ]
[Kamiya Kawaru.] ]
"What......" Satoru breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that he just moved, and that guy Kamiyagawa was fine at all.
I was taken aback! That bastard!
"But...... Satoru's gaze slowly became delighted as he looked back and forth between the big TV and the three game consoles, "It's true that guy Kamiyagawa is a bastard, but he's also a bastard who keeps his promises." β
Rustling.
"Sister?"
"I'm not you...... Forget it, whatever you want. β
Who makes you look so strong......
Let's find Mary and Kamiyagawa first.
Wu Sauce: I have always been able to bend and stretch.
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"The new house seems to be huge. This is also much better than the small squeezed apartment before Kamiyagawa, right? That guy is suddenly rich? β
Satoru walked around the second floor of his new home and walked down the stairs.
Saiori followed her.
Little crayons bouncing around.
When he reached the first floor, Satoru was attracted by the lively sound coming from the living room.
When I walked over, the large living room was bright and warm, and the lively sound of the TV blended with the joyful conversation in the room.
The heat is thick and the aroma of food is overflowing.
Kamiyagawa's strange gods, plus the human shrine maiden named Onizuka Kirita, who had seen it in the future before, were sitting together, eating hot pot with great interest.
Anyway, why can Mary, that Prajna, and that human witch sit and eat together?
Satoru was at the door, a little unable to understand what she was seeing, but seeing that these guys had no conscience and were happy, she couldn't help but roll her eyes widely.
It's not a good idea to have this kind of dinner, right?
Before Satoru jumped out and said something, Kamiyagawa, who was on the main seat, suddenly stood up and pulled her in at the door.
Not only did he not show any surprise at all, but he also gently pushed Satoru to Mary's side.
And next to Mary, a new pair of bowls has been added.
In the direction of the study on the second floor, Satoru's aura suddenly became stronger, and of course Kamiyagawa could detect this kind of thing, and some of the strange gods in the living room could also detect it.
Therefore, Kamiya had already sensed that Satoru had woken up just now.
"Satoru, you're awake just in time, welcome to your new home."
Kamiyagawa took the lead and raised his glass.
He's drinking a drink tonight.
"Oh!!"
Because the atmosphere is very good now, the other weird gods have responded, and even the little witch who doesn't know why is also raising a glass.
"You ...... Don't think ......"
Satoru originally wanted to say something tough, and then take advantage of the situation to count the Kamiya River, but now in this atmosphere, there are too many "people", and she is a little submissive and does not dare to speak loudly.
In the end, he just blushed and carefully pasted it to Mary's side, and then raised his glass and took a small sip.
Take a sip of the drink.
Satoru suddenly saw Mary beside him pick up the fast child, take out a large slice of plump snowflake beef from the bubbling pot, and then hand it to his bowl with an expressionless face.
"Huh!?"
Mary, what's wrong with her?
She...... Would you do such a thing?
Who did you learn from?
Satoru hesitated for a moment, but chose to tilt his head and eat the beef that Mary had brought with him.
She looked at the unfamiliar surroundings and some familiar "people", and then looked at the glass sliding door in the living room.
Snow was falling outside.
There were no pedestrians on the streets, and the snow began to accumulate and paved the streets with white expanses. In the small courtyard built with a family, a small patch of white can also be seen.
It looks cold on the outside, but it's hot on the inside.
"What happened after I woke up is really inexplicable......"