Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 84

What will happen when the Celtics, who are enthusiastic and unrestrained and completely let themselves go (fog), and the theoretical emperor (not) who has been suffocating for several years after growing up?

To sum up, it is probably that you take the initiative to "move", I take the initiative to "move", and then "move" together, the juice is overflowing and magnificent, and the ups and downs are exhausted.

When the flags died down and the drums sounded, Diarmuid really had no strength at all. He yawned tiredly and fell asleep on the messy "battlefield". He was even carried into the bathroom by Kyogokuhiko Qing Qing didn't even open his eyes, and he snorted lazily twice as if he was being resisted by Kyogokuhiko's dishonest hands.

It's really more tiring than fighting a battle.

Diarmuid wrapped himself in a quilt and curled up, completely unable to understand how those comrades managed to get up from the bed vigorously and vigorously after the carnival follow-up show and go into battle.

His waist felt like it was about to break.

Kyogokuhiko, who was sitting by the bed, licked the corners of his lips contentedly, brushed off the knight's damp black hair and kissed him, "Have a good rest."

Then he ordered Shikigami to clean up the messy room next door, washed up and packed the things for the next day, then went to the kitchen to get some porridge to wake up Diarmuid and feed him After half a bowl, I climbed into bed and prepared to rest.

——I still have to get into Diarmuid's rolled-up quilt and sleep in my arms.

With so much energy, he should be able to answer Diarmuid's question just now.

A night without dreams.

That's right, they tossed and tossed from the morning until late at night, skipping lunch and dinner because of their sufficient spiritual power, and reluctantly ate some supper. It's no wonder that Diarmuid was so tired.

Before the dawn of the next day, Kyogokuhiko half-opened his eyes in a daze, touched left and right that the people around him were still there, then arched and rubbed over to hug them, and fell into a deep sleep again drowsily.

After 5 minutes, he felt that something was wrong, opened his eyes and looked again, stared at Diarmuid for a while, then showed a strange smile, lowered his head and poked him on the cheek, fell back to sleep contentedly .

It was only before five o'clock in the morning, and a few rays of morning light penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the beautiful patterns on the plush carpet.

Then, as time passed, the light became brighter and brighter, and the wind chimes hanging on the window jingled a few times. After a while, a messy black-haired head emerged from the light blue quilt, and groped out with its eyes closed. He stopped for a few seconds when he hit Kyogokuhiko's chest, and fell decisively in the other direction. He fell down in a sea of ​​pillows as expected, picked up one and struggled to wake up.

Three seconds later, he gave up and fell asleep in a strange posture with most of his body exposed outside the quilt.

It was Kyogokuhiko who was woken up by his fuss, yawned and got up from the bed, leaving a red mark on the knight's exposed back, wrapped him in the quilt, put on casual clothes and walked out, He raised his hand to stop the oncoming small water polo.

"Keep going, Nuliang Rikusheng." After pressing the angry boy twice, Kyogokuhiko raised his hand and greeted the boy who came out with breakfast, "Morning."

"Morning." The handsome and gentle boy handed the tray in his hand to Kyogokuhiko, calmly carrying the pendant that hugged his thigh tightly when he saw him. Nuliang Lusheng poured a bowl of porridge on the tray, and asked Said, "Uncle Diarmuid just woke up, sir, you...cough... it's better to be more restrained."

Although the sound insulation of each room is good, it can't prevent the fluctuating spiritual power fluctuations. If he was six years ago, he would certainly be able to sleep in the dark without noticing it, just like yesterday's Nuliang, but with his current understanding of spiritual power The sensitivity of his body was weakened by the spiritual power fluctuations that lasted from morning to midnight yesterday, and he was almost sleepless all night.

"I know what I know." Kyojihiko said, kicking Nuliang Lusheng on the buttocks, "Natsume, hurry up and throw this kid back to Nuliang's house. I won't accept a child bride who can eat but doesn't work."

Nuliang Rikuo covered his butt and hid behind Natsume, sticking his head out and making a face at Kyogokuhiko, "Brother Natsume won't send me back! Brother Natsume is the best!"

The little milk voice humming and chirping is upright and confident, and with the chubby face inherited from her mother, although she failed to melt the ten thousand-year-old demon king Kyogokuhiko, she also got Natsume's gentle touch and a piece of sweet candy.

Strawberry flavored.

What is six years enough time to do?

Enough to turn the little baby Nuliang who can only spit bubbles into a bear child, and run away from home every three days to find "Natsume brother" to play, enough to turn elementary school student Natsume into a junior high school student Natsume and Nu Liang's third-generation nanny, Yamada Taro quit his job here three years ago and flew to the United States to further his studies. Downstairs, where Natsume and Nura Rikusheng lived temporarily, Mido Takanori also had an additional owner. The man named Saeki Katsuya couldn’t help it. Behind his lover's back, he shot a destructive death light at the two children with jealous eyes.

and then simply ignored.

"Natsume, I'm starving to death, meow!" The chubby cat quickly ran past the feet of several people, pulling Natsume's trouser legs and barking non-stop, without the majesty of a big monster.

Kyogokuhiko would take Natsume back to Natsume Reiko's hometown every year. In the second year, Natsume brought back this big monster and kept it as a pet cat at home.

Occasionally, it is the kind of pet cat that can be used as a bodyguard or bait.

Especially when the young master of the seduced Chang family throws himself into the net and is molested by him.

To be honest, Natsume had a lot of fun with a serious, cold, arrogant child like Shiba Shizuji who was actually a little fragile.

As his little friend, Nuliang Lusheng also said that he has benefited a lot. Every time he returns to Nuliang's house from him, the Nuliang's house will have so much trouble for more than a week.

In contrast, Miyazaki Yohji, who has two children, is so calm that it is almost touching.

Why are there two? One is Hiroki Ito, the next head of the Ito family appointed by Ryunosuke Ito, who is the test-tube baby that Shinobu Ito was forced to stay behind—although he doesn’t remember anything when he was deleted. .

The other is the test-tube baby left by Yohji Miyazaki himself. After confirming that he never wants to get married and have children in his life, he quietly created a child when he was not busy with work and raised it with Hiroki Ito. , so that the next generation will not be as noisy as their generation.

I have a child, a stable job and a good life. Every year, I will receive the future Judaime of Vongola who comes here for vacation—later becoming the Judaime Tsunayoshi Sawada and several guardians. This kind of life is leisurely until Miyazaki Yohji felt like he was retirement.

Of course, Yohji Miyazaki would be happier if Tsunayoshi Sawada would give up the habit of bringing a bouquet of roses with him every year when he flies all the way from Italy to see him.

……

If there is anything else, it seems to be nothing.

Kyogokuhiko, who had a rare memory of the past, thought about it for a while, and really didn’t think about anything, so he stopped thinking about it. He opened the bedroom door with breakfast, and Diarmuid was sitting on his head with a messy hair all over his face. Sitting between the quilts in a daze, his golden eyes were soaked with water, and he was a little panicked. When he saw Kyogokuhiko coming in, he was startled and almost fell off the bed.

Fortunately, the Cavaliers' good balance saved him.

"It's time to eat, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Kyogokuhiko put down the tray and sat on the bed and asked with a smile.

"No... that, I'm now... this..." Diarmuid gestured at Kyogokuhiko in embarrassment, looking extremely pitiful, "It's just... how could..."

"It's not stable just after recovering the magic power, but it will be fine after a while." Kyogokuhiko hugged Diarmuid on his lap and put a piece of clothing on him, "And isn't it good?"

"..." Diarmuid sighed resentfully, and rolled up his sleeves a few times.

That's right, I pulled it a few times.

The knight sitting on Kyogokuhiko's lap now has big golden eyes glistening with water, a smooth and immature body, and a baby-fat face.

It looks like he is 13 years old. The little one sits on Kyogokuhiko's lap just right. His two straight legs are swinging back and forth naked. Kyogokuhiko's shirt still shows more than half of his shoulders when he wears it. The red marks on the skin were criss-crossed and mottled, with a bit of taboo eroticism.

"Looking at me like this, I'm really a beast." Kyogokuhiko buried his head on Diarmuid's shoulder and grinned, turning his head to lick the teeth marks left by himself.

The traces etched on the arteries like this always bring him a kind of satisfying excitement.

"Stop making trouble, let me eat." Diarmuid pushed Kyogokuhiko's head, and tried to comfort his empty stomach with a porridge bowl.

I was so tired yesterday, it must have something to do with the lack of stock in my stomach.

"Okay, okay." Kyogokuhiko agreed quite readily, and his body still held Diarmuiduo honestly and refused to let go. The body in his arms was soft and green, full of sweet honey breath, round and Drum's butt moved twice from time to time, inexplicably provocative, so he couldn't help but pull Diarmuid to exchange a deep kiss, "It's so sweet..."

Diarmuid ignored him at all, and seriously fed himself with porridge and buns.

The greater the reaction, the more Kyogokuhiko became frightened, calm, calm.

After the meal, he bargained and used a few kisses to successfully obtain a suit of clothes that fit him. The Superman pattern on his chest gave him a bright smile.

"How long will it last?" Diarmuid couldn't help asking after washing up and following Kyogokuhiko out the door.

"It will recover in three or four days, don't worry." Kyogokuhiko replied, rubbing the top of the boy's hair.

After so many years of diligently drinking milk, he finally managed to reach the 180 line. Now standing next to the young version of Diarmuid, this subtle height difference really makes people feel extremely fulfilled.

Even in fact Diarmuid is still a few centimeters taller than him.

"Brother Daomingsi asked if you are still going to the party tonight. You didn't reply to his email yesterday." Natsume popped up from the kitchen and asked, holding a half-peeled apple in his hand.

"Brother Natsume, Apple, Apple!" Nuliang Lusheng held up the small bowl and followed him closely, staring at the apple that had not been placed in his small bowl for a long time, so greedy that tears were about to flow down.

"Daoming Temple..." Jing Jiyan thought for a while, and finally remembered what he had forgotten just now. It turned out that he forgot about the Daoming Temple family, "Tell him that I will be there on time, and I need to bring one more person. "

Natsume made a knowing gesture, knelt down and cut the apples into small pieces and put them in Nuliang Lusheng's small bowl, avoiding a tearful attack, then smiled and said to Diarmuid, "Diarmuid Uncle, long time no see."

Wandering in the world of monsters and humans all the year round, isn't it rejuvenating? He had seen it when he was in elementary school.

Wearing a skin younger than Natsume, Diarmuid showed a loving smile without any psychological barriers, "Long time no see, are you okay?"

"It's pretty good." Natsume picked up the baby bottle on the cabinet and stuffed it into Nura Rikusheng's mouth, and he did this often as soon as he saw the movements. read."

Since one of the people who sent him to school was Akashi Seijuro, the captain of the Miracle Generation, the basketball club has not given up lobbying him to join the club.

"Yuantai? Does Kojima-kun know about your abilities?" Diarmuid asked.

"Understood, and Daomingsi brother and the others all know." Natsume glanced at Kyogokuhiko, and the two sighed in unison.

Looking back now, it was still a ridiculous farce.