Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 87

Diarmuid's infancy lasted for about three days, and a small group of Diarmuid that could be held in his arms (not) at any time greatly satisfied some of the dark thoughts in Kyogokuhiko's heart, so that when one day When I woke up and found that the soft little body around me had turned into the tall body of an adult man, I felt a little regretful.

But it's just a slight regret, after all, Diarmuid, who is a small group, can't do some healthy sports with him.

"Enough!" Diarmuid resisted Kyogokuhiko, who was about to move and wanted to play another game, and rolled out of bed with his waist that was about to break, "That's it for today."

"You're leaving tomorrow." Kyogokuhiko lazily leaned against the bed and pulled him back into his arms to kiss him, "Will you not give me a farewell kiss?"

Diarmuid pinched his head and kissed him perfunctorily, then said helplessly, "I'll just go for two days."

"One day is like three autumns, you don't miss me?" Jing Jiyan chuckled, biting red marks on the side of Diarmuid's neck.

Doing the same thing as a mark, he is always extra keen.

Diarmuid pushed him, "I'm going to take a bath, don't you feel uncomfortable?" His body was sticky and covered with sweat, and his lower body was even more messy. When he moved a little, he felt something leaking out from inside, slightly Hearing the sound of water made him uncomfortable.

"Together?" Kyogoku raised his eyebrows, and his fingertips nimbly brushed across Diarmuid's waist, attracting slightly annoyed stares. Anger, but the charm at the corners of her eyes is even more frightening.

"I'll wash it myself." Diarmuid patted Kyogokuhiko's hand and stood up, grabbed a badly torn bathrobe from the bed and put it on, "You go to the bathroom outside."

The house bought at a high price has no shortage of bathrooms. If it is impossible, Kyogokuhiko can still go to the one in Natsume's room. Anyway, Natsume has long been accustomed to being shameless and shameless with them these days, and sometimes bumping into them kissing passionately in the living room You can do what you should do as if you didn't see it, and you don't even take a second glance.

"Throw it away when you're done using it?" Kyogokuhiko got up and took two steps, wrapped his arms around Diarmuid, and leaned over to kiss him stickily.

After tossing and tossing for a while, the two of them finally got together in a bathtub and took a shower.

During the period, things like unlocking new poses with no lower limit for breaking shame will be automatically ignored.

Early the next morning, Diarmuid took his luggage and flew to England.

"Long time no see, Mr. Diarmuid." The man in the suit had an extremely handsome face, and his voice was slightly shrill but not unpleasant. When he saw Diarmuid walking up to him quickly, he bowed and saluted with a smile on his face. Wanwan, just like seeing you at the beginning of the year.

"Mr. Zhang Yong." Diarmuid nodded, "Thank you."

"Your Majesty's orders, how dare you neglect your servants." Zhang Yong said with a smile, "You are a shameful servant." He said, taking the suitcase in Diarmuid's hand, and stretched out his hand to lead the way, "Your side please."

The manor on the outskirts of London stands as before, and even the roses in the garden are exactly the same. They have been away for so many years and Zhang Yong has continued to expand his power without stopping. From London, to the United Kingdom, and then to the whole of Europe, he created a A huge monster hidden under the night.

And as a terracotta figurine whose immortal life is connected to Jing Jiyan, Zhang Yong has been changing his appearance and identity to control this power for so many years, and he has been searching for the traces of Jing Jiyan and Diarmuiduo both openly and secretly.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have had a different heart in such a long time. However, no matter how much Zhang Yong looked like a human being, he was just a human figure who followed orders after all. If Ji Yan told him to die, he would kill him without hesitation.

"After so many years, the servants have finally lived up to His Majesty's entrustment..." Zhang Yong took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his eyes. His face, which seemed to be in his 20s, could not help but show the relief of being 80 years old. "Because of your Majesty's urging I am anxious that tonight's banquet will inevitably be a little rough, please forgive me, sir."

"It's okay." Diarmuid waved his hand and told Zhang Yong what Kyogokuhiko told him before he came.

The core idea is just one, let Diarmuid come back as soon as possible, as soon as possible.

The rest, such as the power of the United Kingdom, is still in charge of Zhang Yong, and Diarmuid's supervision is a trivial matter.

"Slaves are dull, please take care of me in the future." Zhang Yong smiled and cupped his hands, he recognized Diarmuid as the airborne boss, and he was not at all unwilling.

What is there to be reconciled to? Kyogokuhiko let Diarmuiduo put his name on his side, but he still trusted him and was willing to reuse him. He was too happy.

The evening banquet was said to be simple, but it was also a luxury far beyond the general specifications. Although the invitations were sent out in a hurry, those who could come also came, and those who couldn't came also postponed their schedule. According to the relationship diagram that was memorized urgently, and Zhang Yong reminded him to smooth things over behind him, he could handle it.

The size measured by Kyogokuhiko himself was exact. He was handsome in a pure black dress, and Zhang Yongluo made a full gesture half a step behind him, disappointing a group of guests who wanted to see the infighting.

After such a night, it also confirmed the new identity that Kyogokuhiko arranged for Diarmuid.

The previous mercenary status was used as a waste, and the six years of disappearance became a successor training, and the face unchanged was also very easy to fool.

As soon as he turned around, the ordinary little mercenary became the quasi-successor of the old British underground forces.

On the second day after the banquet, after compressing the time as much as possible and explaining the matter clearly, Diarmuid hurriedly boarded the plane back to Japan with the information in more than a dozen folders sorted out by Zhang Yong.

There have been more than a dozen phone calls in just one day, and he can imagine Kyogokuhiko's anxious appearance over there like a lion who can't eat enough or sleep well and can only circle in circles through the radio waves.

Therefore, it is not so surprising that he was held down and kissed before getting off the plane and made his head dizzy.

"Like a starving ghost." Diarmuid laughed.

Jing Jiyan didn't take it seriously at all, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a day, it's like three years old." He said, licking the corners of his lips, and leaned over to cling to Dilumu, "It's been so long since I haven't seen you, I miss you so much tight."

His tone was ambiguous, and he rubbed his body against Diarmuid, fully expressing that not only did he miss him in his heart, but his body also missed him.

"Can't you think about something else?" Diarmuid squinted at him, and lifted the suitcase full of folders, "For example, look at work first?"

"I'll leave the work over there to you." Kyogokuhiko bit Diarmuid's earlobe and said casually, "I'm too lazy to care."

——In the two days after Diarmuid left, he was idle and counted the forces he currently possessed, and Kyogokuhiko already wanted to quit.

His character is doomed that he will not be mediocre anywhere, but with the growth of the years, his power has reached the point where he is a little irritated to take care of himself.

Especially because these forces are too chaotic because of the time period he has experienced. Although most of them are very powerful, they have basically nothing to do with each other. Eighty to ninety percent of them don't know that their master is alone or even have disputes with each other. Under the circumstances, he was even more impatient to manage.

His body is just 20 years old. According to the laws of this country, he is not even under the legal drinking age. Why should he work hard every day instead of dragging his lover to enjoy life leisurely.

Although in the years when Diarmuid left—whether it was the hundreds of years before or the six years now, all kinds of emptiness and loneliness were neglected to take work as entertainment and expand power as leisure, wishing to spend 24 hours of 25 hours a day in the pile of documents The person who is right is indeed himself.

"You really look like this..." Diarmuid smiled, tilting his head and kissed Kyogokuhiko's forehead, "Wait away the shopkeeper, be careful that I will hold you in the air."

Kyogoku snorted, "I'll wait." He tugged at Diarmuid's bangs, squinted his eyes and bit the side of his neck, and said vaguely, "The spring night is bitter and the day is high. fine."

Diarmuid looked around with sideways eyes, and no one seemed to be paying attention, so he closed his eyes reassuringly, turned around and clasped Kyogokuhiko's shoulder, and kissed deeply.

The airport was still busy in the wee hours of the morning, except for this private jet that was purposely parked in a remote place. Under the bright light, no one saw the two people hiding under the elevator when coming and going.

And those who can see and hear are also very winking and dodge far away, and even point the people who want to approach in other directions.

As small characters who have some knowledge of the energy behind these two, they don't want to lose their lives silently and unluckily just because they saw or heard the intimate voice of their employer.

"Do you just... like being in... a place like this?" Diarmuid tried his best to grab his suit jacket, which was mostly torn apart, and glared at Kyogokuhiko. It's a place where the wind is blowing on all sides and dust is still falling, and people will find it at any time. Fortunately, Kyogokuhiko can still harden it.

"It feels like cheating, right?" Kyogokuhiko chuckled, and groped into the pants along the smooth spine of the knight, "You're obviously excited too."

Indeed, this easy-to-discover place brought inexplicable excitement, huddled in the only shadow under the bright light and rubbed against each other, but the cold wind was blowing hotter and hotter, making Diarmuid feel a little... …Oh no.

Restlessness, panic, and a little excitement, like a fire in my heart, burning my mouth dry, and even burning the knight's firm and forceful refusal, but also a little bit more of a refusal to welcome.

"No one will see it, so relax." Kyogokuhiko nibbled on the bulge of Diarmuid's chest through his shirt, "I won't go in, just rub it."

"You look like this...it's not like just rubbing..." Diarmuid frowned, seemingly uncomfortable and comfortable, he leaned back on the elevator and faced Kyogokuhiko, and he could see clearly The longing in Kyogokuhiko's eyes.

The kind of thirst that can only be quenched seven or eight times a night.

Almost reflexively, Diarmuid felt a dull pain in his waist.

Quick and quick, he immediately set the basic battle strategy in his heart, and very proactively got close to Kyogokuhiko's body, groping, kissing and rubbing, and of course there was joy in not going in, and Kyogokuhiko would always be disarmed if he worked hard.

What's more, after venting once, with Kyogokuhiko's temperament, it is very likely that he will dislike the dirty clothes and rush back to take a bath and change clothes. It can give him some leeway, just hope that tomorrow he won't sleep until the sun is up. climb up.

No matter how well-trained the body is, it can't stand the wear and tear of Kyogokuhiko's nightly singing and singing.

Diarmuid was frowning in his heart, thinking about how to find something for Kyogokuhiko to divert his attention, whether it was writing a new book or starting a new company, it was better than just thinking about that stuff every day without doing anything.

Not even if it's summer vacation.

After a half-wandering nonsense and a little cleaning, Kyogokuhiko returned home in the car contentedly. On the way, he finished reading the documents brought by Diarmuid and threw them aside when he had a rough idea in his heart. Teased Diarmuid, who sat beside him with a straight figure and reddish complexion.

Until the driver suddenly screamed and slammed on the brakes, followed by violent impact and dizziness, the bulletproof car could not withstand the violent impact of a large truck, and after flying up and rolling several times on the ground, it made a sharp sound. The fuel tank burst and gasoline slowly leaked out.

"Tsk, it's really ruthless." Kyogokuhiko had already taken Diarmuid out of the car one second before the collision and threw the driver out, standing not far away looking at the knocked out of shape Che smacked his lips and said dissatisfiedly, "This is the limited edition that I have been waiting for for half a year."

Diarmuid sighed helplessly, watching Shikigami drag the unconscious driver to a dark place and cover it with garbage, "Shouldn't you pay attention to who touched you?"

"Isn't this here?" Kyogokuhiko raised his chin at the man in black who ran out of the truck, "It smells like wild dogs."

"Do you need me to deal with it?" Diarmuid asked, he felt a long-lost breath from these people, that kind of killing and bloody breath.

This made him a little eager to try,

"Go if you want." Kyogokuhiko yawned and threw him a box, "Quick battle."

Inside the box is a well-crafted bronze long sword and a blood-red spear. Complicated runes are engraved on the sword, carrying the mysterious power from the world of gods and elves.

"This is..." Diarmuid caressed the weapons in the box in surprise, and the long sword and spear hummed happily.

"It's okay, I made it out of waste materials." Kyogokuhiko said lightly.

That’s right, it’s scraps. The weapons Kyogokuhiko bought together when he asked for Diarmuid’s body from Angus are collectively called scraps. There are two swords, one long and one short, and two wooden warehouses, one long and one short. , and a useless wooden planer. These weapons have lost their luster due to the erosion of the years, especially the broken short spears and short swords.

The short sword Angus simply recast an identical one for Diarmuid, and the remaining short spears, whether they are badly corroded long spears or long swords, are all Kyogokuhiko, who has been studying in the casting room for a long time It was re-melted and cast.

Diarmuid took out his long-lost old friend from the box, flicked his wrist and threw out a beautiful gun flower, and smiled brightly when he looked back.

"I make a decision to offer you victory."