140. The lovely and charming Kawashima Miki was killed again.
As a temptress who hunts men, the bride is naturally charming and intoxicating.
Fujiwara Izaya ate the shaved ice he bought for his schoolmates and walked towards the dark depths where the light could not illuminate. No matter where he looked, his vision was dark and gloomy. Occasionally, silver light flickered, and something seemed to be suspended in the shadowy darkness.
In a daze, he seemed to see a ghastly mountain of swords and sword trees.
After a long time, I seem to have forgotten it.
Underneath the wife's delicate appearance, she is a voluptuous bride who can suck people's blood and seduce men.
Not to mention monsters, even ordinary spiders are highly poisonous. Fujiwara Izaya stepped into the forest, and the noise was suddenly cut off. In the silent darkness, a strand of silver spider silk,
Falling from the sky, as if afraid of being seen by others, a thin line of shimmering light fell straight down on his head.
"fool"
Fujiwara Izaya murmured.
This enchantress is out of her mind. He is her master and can force her to order her.
The silver spider silk was like a flexible snake, quietly wrapping around his ankle. Fujiwara Izaya ate the shaved ice in one gulp, and stretched out his hand. Countless silver lights flickered in the darkness, and he tightly grasped his hands and pulled them outward.
With a squeaking sound, the spider silk tightened.
Thin, shining silver lines refract and shine under the moonlight.
Fujiwara Izaya is in the shape of a large character, hanging on a spider web, suspended in mid-air.
In the darkness to the side, the leaves trembled.
The moon was shining in the sky, and where the pine branches were slanting, there was a panic and strange slight sound reaching my ears. The surroundings were silent, the moonlight was bright, there was no cloud in the sky, and no human voice could be heard except for the trembling of spider silk.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head.
In the dark, treacherous and grotesque depths, beautiful silver threads tangled, and jade-like shoulders poked out. A spider girl wearing a purple gauze dress climbed over, and the trembling spider silk broke the tranquility of the night.
The beautiful hand slides straight to the fragrant and profound edge of hell.
"I haven't become your bride yet, but I already want to eat you." she said.
If an ordinary person fell to this point, he would probably suffer a lot of torture. He would be like a dying frog, struggling hard.
Looking at the deep eyes with shining purple light, Fujiwara Izaya showed an intoxicated expression: "How can there be such a beauty in the world!"
"..." Kawashima Meiji's fierce face suddenly froze, and after a while, she blushed and cursed: "You bastard!"
"The voluptuous purple clothes make your beauty even more charming among the green bushes."
"I won't let you go even if I say good things!" Kawashima Meiji said with a cold face, her purple gauze swaying lightly, her crystal white jade-like fragrant shoulders stretched out forward, like the lotus fluttering at the feet of the World Honored One. In the heart of the flower
The golden pistil delivers incense, and its fragrance is sublime and wonderful, spreading in all directions. This scene is probably what the Paradise of Paradise is about.
Lowering her waist, the spider-walking beauty probed under Fujiwara Izaya's ear with her nose. The tip of her nose wrinkled up and inhaled. After confirming the position, she opened her mouth, kissed his neck, and took a soft breath.
.The next second, the fangs pierced the skin and blood spurted out.
Before she became a shikigami, she couldn't break Fujiwara Izaya's defense.
But now... Well, I can only say that Fujiwara Izaya is not opposed to such a thing. The feeling of being sucked is really comfortable. His mind is blank and his body is light. It feels better than smoking marijuana. Although he has never smoked marijuana.
, but that doesn't stop him from using this metaphor. If he wasn't afraid of being weak, he could even suck a basin of blood from Miss Meiji every day.
In the dark night, the fragrant fragrance of young leaves and the smell of blood came out, and Kawashima Meiji swallowed it with big mouthfuls.
After a long time, she let go, took out her handkerchief and wiped her lips gently, looking at the bloody hole on Fujiwara Izaya's neck with disgust: "It tastes terrible. I'll let you go for now, and I'll suck you dry all at once..."
…”
His voice was very low, as if he was just making excuses for himself and muttering to himself. This arrogant look was so cute.
"Has your wife dressed up?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her lovingly. In the dark night, you can clearly see your wife's dressed up face. Whether it is eye shadow or lipstick, she is extremely beautiful and sexy, even her neck is covered with it.
She had a layer of light red pink on her face. Her movements of stroking her cheeks and lips from time to time were a charming gesture that made her heart beat faster.
Under the dim moonlight, Kawashima Miji turned her back, with her hairy spider butt facing him.
Yes, she did dress up.
Before coming to Minami Izu, she applied light eye shadow on her eyes. In order to make herself look more attractive, she drew her eyebrows slightly upward and used the latest popular color-changing lipstick to make her lips look more attractive.
Full and moisturizing.
While applying lipstick, Kawashima Miji suddenly realized that she put on makeup to meet Fujiwara Izaya.
"I'm going to catch the rapist!"
For a moment, Kawashima Miji felt that she had done something wrong and immediately stopped.
"Why are you so frivolous and so weak to him? Kawashima Miki, you are so inappropriate. You are the empress..."
She scolded herself mercilessly, but when Kawashima Miki saw her bright and moving appearance in the mirror, she was stunned. In the mirror, in addition to her own beauty, the back of Fujiwara Izaya also vaguely appeared.
Staring at his generous and familiar back, Kawashima Miji gradually developed feelings of nostalgia.
So, she continued to put on makeup while humming the song, and the joy of meeting the dog naturally filled her heart.
But no matter how much she longed to meet in private, when they actually met, Kawashima Miji still couldn't let go of her reserve. Although she dressed up just to show him, how could she say such condescending words?
At this time, Fujiwara Izaya's ability will be tested.
Obviously, the wife was still angry and didn't want to talk to him or even see his face.
If he can coax his wife well, tonight will be a good night. If he can't coax his wife, he will face a tragic Shura field tonight.
"Madam, can you let go of me first?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Kawashima Miji lightly shrugged her shoulders and said it was impossible.
"Ah, petite, round, smooth shoulders, coupled with my wife's soft oval face, she is a perfect Kyoto beauty." Fujiwara Izaya asked pretending to be distressed, "But why would such a wife bite?"
Kawashima Meiji looked sideways at him: "I can also eat people!"
"Let me see the teeth." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"Teeth? Look at my teeth?" Kawashima Meiji frowned and looked at him, "Can't you see when I'm talking?"
"I want to take a closer look."
"I don't want to, how embarrassing it is!" Kawashima Meiji shut her mouth instantly.
The wife's extraordinary beauty is impeccable. The bangs on her forehead are jet black and shiny, paired with her purple eyes, which are really alluring. And her bulging look looks like an angry big cat, which is unbearable.
I just want to keep bullying her like this.
"Madam, can you come over to my side?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Kawashima Miji didn't object, she immediately crawled over with a sullen face, hesitated for a moment, folded her eight legs and lay quietly beside him.
"It smells so good." Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head and sniffed her spider hairs with the tip of his nose, "Even the spider part smells like roses. Does your wife usually take care of this?"
Kawashima Meiji remained silent.
In fact, she is even more attentive to the maintenance of her lower spider body. Not only does she keep the hair clean and tidy, she also takes regular rose baths to maintain the fragrance. Even the eight-day-old spiky spider legs need to be sprayed with a large size every day.
Use nail clippers to carefully polish and apply lubricating cream to maintain a smooth and delicate feel.
"Ma'am, let go of me." Fujiwara Izaya ordered.
"..." Kawashima Miji was reluctant, but under the influence of the shikigami contract, the spiders binding his wrists and ankles were automatically untied with a hiss.
Fujiwara Izaya turned over and hugged her furry spider half.
"Let go!" Kawashima Meiji's face changed slightly, and she scolded him with a frown, "Don't make any small moves, I don't want to deal with you now."
"Let me try the feel." Fujiwara Izaya stroked his hand under her belly and said appraisingly, "The hair is smooth and smooth, just like a well-groomed kitten. The skin underneath has a rough texture, like sandpaper.
"
Kawashima Miji's face turned red involuntarily, and she yelled angrily like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Now you are satisfied!"
"Hey, I like little spiders the most." Fujiwara Izaya vaguely mentioned, and immediately turned her over, flipping her upside down in the spider web, and then ordered: "Tie up your hands."
"..."
Kawashima Meiji's heart skipped a beat.
I'm so stupid... She regretted it, but it was useless. She fell into a self-dug grave. The spider silk she pulled out obeyed the owner's command. It wrapped around her wrist in circles, pulling her
Trapped firmly in the center of the spider web.
However, Fujiwara Izaya was not satisfied with this.
The silver threads flexibly moved around her body, binding her neck, breasts, tender elbows, and slender waist.
"Ah, don't..." Kawashima Miki struggled desperately, and the spider web hanging in the forest trembled. The corners of her cute mouth revealed white sharp teeth. Fujiwara Izaya looked down on him and said teasingly:
"How can such cute teeth bite through my skin?"
"None of your business!" Kawashima Miji said expressionlessly.
So stubborn.
Fujiwara Izaya secretly laughed in his heart.
I like this kind of wife. She is definitely not the kind of woman who can say sweet words of love. In addition to her own personality factors, this is also related to her life experience. Since she was a child, she has been separated from humans because of her identity as a monster. After coming to Tokyo
The job she was engaged in also made it impossible for her to know what love was, so on the one hand she looked forward to it, but on the other hand she subconsciously used arrogance to protect herself, not wanting to surrender so quickly.
Without some unconventional means, it is difficult to let her show her feminine side.
Fujiwara Izaya lay on top of her, looking at her coldly, finding the right position in vain, and kissed her lips. At this time, her lips were soft, smooth and a little cold, and they stuck to her.
, it’s like kissing a mint candy, refreshing and sweet.
Kawashima Miji had no time to react before she was kissed.
"Um, loose..." She twisted her head hard to avoid it, but since every part of her body was bound by spider silk, such a struggle was of no use.
"Let go... I asked you to let go, do you hear me..."
Intermittent words were squeezed out of the throat, but the widened eyes slowly narrowed after only a few seconds. The movements of the lips also became coordinated. Three seconds later, the spider silk loosened
Her wrists, unknowingly, she put her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, and her body relaxed quietly: "You dog... you don't have it at home, why do you still look for it outside... um..."
No matter how rough it starts, it will soon be replaced by tenderness and sweetness.
Kawashima Miki's meek look and her acquiescent gesture awakened Fujiwara Izaya's tenderness.
Gradually, all the spider silk that bound her faded away, and as their lips connected, she returned to her human form. Her body, held tightly by Fujiwara Izaya, looked petite and weak.
The light was dim and the spider webs were trembling.
Kawashima Miki was sucking her lips while listening to Fujiwara Izaya's breathing. After the demonic power dissipated, the scene in front suddenly opened up. The lights extended from a few meters away to the square down the slope, and countless bonfires were blowing in the wind.
dance.
After removing her lips, Kawashima Miji's eyes were blurred, and she licked her lips for a long time, as if she was aftertaste. Her lips were sweet and soft, which really made people have endless aftertaste. After kissing, you will become addicted.
Fujiwara Izaya's hand stroked her smooth cheek.
"...Don't touch me!" Kawashima Meiji's cheeks turned red, she bit her lower lip lightly, and her chest heaved. It was obvious that she meant what she said.
"I know." Fujiwara Izaya nodded repeatedly, and then leaned forward again.
Kawashima Miki wanted to push away, but Fujiwara Izaya didn't give her a chance to react. When he kissed her for the second time, her lips were warm and sweet, like freshly made marshmallows.
greasy.
"Relax, let go, please explain to me..." Kawashima Miji put her hand on his chest, and instinctively wanted to push him away, but after hesitating for a moment, she didn't have much strength, so she just let him be frivolous, "I really
I'm... angry, well, if you can't coax me... just die..."
After kissing closely for more than five minutes, she finally began to struggle due to lack of oxygen. After pushing Fujiwara Izaya away, she gasped with red cheeks and asked: "Have you kissed enough?"
"It's not enough." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head for the third time.
In the darkness, there was the sound of saliva being exchanged, and her slight protest.
The evening breeze blows in from the bottom of the mountain, and the stars and moon in the sky are shining with silver light. Through the gap in the dense forest, you can see the stage of the main venue, which is very bustling. Several people come up from below, talking and talking.
He took off the lion headgear with a smile, then went back down to prepare for the lion dance.
After the footsteps faded away, in the middle of the spider web, Kawashima Miji exhausted all her strength and gave up resistance, lying motionless.
Fujiwara Izaya turned sideways, put a hand on her lying shoulder, and whispered: "Turn around."
"No." Kawashima Miji shook her shoulders.
"Why don't you tell me when you're here?" Fujiwara Izaya turned her body around and whispered in her ear, "You are a wife. If you have any grievances or anger, you can't tell me directly.
?”
Kawashima Miji closed her eyes and snorted unhappily.
It was quiet all around, and she couldn't see anything. She just felt Fujiwara Izaya hugging her tightly, as hot as if she was being burned by an iron.
"I like my wife!" Fujiwara Izaya kissed her neck without hesitation, "Are you angry that I couldn't find you for so long, or are you jealous? You have to say something."
Kawashima Miji opened her eyes and stared at him without saying a word.
"No more quarrels." Fujiwara Izaya was not impatient at all. He gently untied the belt of her yukata with love and affection, and put his hands on her waist, "The mountain god festival is about to begin. As the wife of the mountain god, you have to...
Those who entertain guests with me."
After hearing this, Kawashima Miji's body moved slightly.
"I'm warning you! Don't move your hands!" Although she said harsh words, her body did not dodge or stop him, but lowered her eyebrows.
Slowly, the body softened.
"The beautiful and charming empress is my wife." Fujiwara Izaya felt very accomplished. He gently raised her chin with his other hand, "I want to see my wife's eyes. Can you open them?"
"Why should I listen to your words!" Kawashima Miji closed her eyes tightly and her voice was cold.
Fujiwara Izaya held her chin, quickly leaned over, hugged her and kissed her for the fourth time in the dark.
"...bastard, ugh!" Kawashima Miji was furious, but her strength was too weak compared to the mountain god, and her body was smaller than his body as strong as a bull. No matter how hard she used her hands, she couldn't push him.
Open him.
Indulging in it, Fujiwara Izaya realized that he actually liked Miss Meiji more and more deeply.
Of course, he also has feelings for other women, but except for his aunt, they are all lukewarm, not as passionate as burning. If he continues to live like this, he will leave a lot of regrets in his life.
The two people's lips were tightly pressed against each other. It was not until they were almost out of breath again that their lips were released. Kawashima Miji let out a sigh of relief: "Huh..."
Fujiwara Izaya took a new look at this enchantress who attracted him. From a male perspective, she had a slim and well-proportioned figure and a cute and delicate face. Although she was jealous, that was evidence that she cared.
The two of them cuddled tightly, and both sides could detect the slightest movement from the other.
Maybe the four kisses worked, or maybe this peerless enchantress was on the verge of giving up on herself. In the dim light, her body, which was breathing rapidly, was as shadowy as a shadow puppet.
"Don't do such stupid things again." Fujiwara Izaya reached out his hand to her back and rubbed it up and down, "I know there are very bad things about me, but at least I won't hide it from you if I want to do something. Of course,
You can't resist me, you are mine from the day you walked into the Empress."
Kawashima Meiji said nothing.
Obviously, she was still a little unhappy, but she still curled up in his arms as quietly as a virgin.
When she held her breath and was slowly sucking her lips, all kinds of vomiting had disappeared, and tranquility filled her heart. Only Fujiwara Izaya could understand the reason for her anger, even if he could make up a reason to coax her.
, she will also reconcile with him.
There was an atmosphere of weariness between the two of them.
Fujiwara Izaya stared into the darkness, thinking about why Miss Miji was angry.
Either she felt lonely in Tokyo alone and was angry that he hadn't gone back to see her for a month and a half, or she was jealous again. If it was the former, then she would definitely calm down after the intimacy, instead of still being at odds with her like she is now.
.
After thinking about it, I can only think that the stingy empress is jealous again.
Fujiwara Izaya was very confident in his own judgment. If he didn't even have this bit of observation, how could he still be able to hang around among women when he was so obviously a scumbag.
"Okay, I know I was wrong." He gently stroked Kawashima Miji's head and kissed her forehead.
Kawashima Miji suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes glowing with a coquettish purple light: "Master Fujiwara, what can you do wrong? Even if you do, you don't need to apologize to me."
"Still so stubborn."
"I'm happy to."
"Cute." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her gently.
Kawashima Meiji gritted her teeth: "You don't have to hug me reluctantly."
"What's the reluctance? I'm very happy."
"asshole!"
"Anyway, I'm a bastard, a bastard who has been plotting against you."
Sniffing the sweet fragrance on her neck, Fujiwara Izaya was about to move his face towards her, but Kawashima Miki suddenly turned her back to him.
"You are so annoying..."
Every time due to shyness and conditioned reflex, she would say these two words, which did not mean rejection. Therefore, Fujiwara Izaya went his own way and put his hands around her waist and hugged her into his arms. But this time Kawashima Miki
She was not so docile, but arched her back and curled her legs to compete with him.
After knowing each other for so long, Fujiwara Izaya naturally knew her reaction well.
He put one leg on Kawashima Miji's leg and moved his upper body around to the front.
"Go back!"
As soon as Kawashima Miji finished speaking, Fujiwara lowered his head and kissed her again.
"...!"
After a long while, Fujiwara Izaya let go of his mouth, and Kawashima Miki gasped out of breath: "It's been five times, are you annoyed?"
Fujiwara Izaya came over again.
"...No!" Kawashima Meiji quickly covered her mouth and gasped: "Okay, okay, you keep talking, I'm listening."
"Will you listen to me?"
"Yes..."
"No more trouble?"
"...No more trouble for the time being."
In the dim moonlight, Kawashima Miji's peach-like and charming face is full of pitiable grievances.
"I came to Minami Izu mainly for work." Fujiwara Izaya picked her up and sat on his lap, "Think about it, those are the two chairman of the board. They are the thighs covering our Asakusa Shrine. They can
Why don’t we keep in touch more closely?”
"Just tell me, why are you holding me like this!" Kawashima Miki glared at him with a blushing face. However, in the middle of the spider web, her dangling body had to hook Fujiwara with her arms to maintain her balance.
Lin Ye's neck, "Put me down! Otherwise I will fall out!"
"There are two kinds of relationships, one is interest, and the other is emotional." Fujiwara Izaya didn't listen to her protest. He just held her waist and let the two of them swing on a spider web like a swing. "Only rely on interests."
Relationships don’t last long, so I have to have a good emotional relationship with them.”
"Is this the reason for your troubles?" Kawashima Meiji asked angrily.
"How dare I have thoughts about the two chairmen," Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, holding her waist with both hands to let her control the center of gravity, "I am responsible for feelings; you are responsible for interests. From now on, and
They need you to intervene when discussing interests, and I am paving the way for you."
Kawashima Miji almost laughed out of anger at his words.
It's obvious that she's just trying to do something for you, but she still looks like she's doing it for your own good. She has never seen such a shameless person.
"As for their daughters, they don't have much of an affair at the moment." Fujiwara Izaya continued, "The relationship with the schoolmates is a bit closer, but not as good as the wives. With the schoolmates, it's even worse.
Madam, there is absolutely no need to be jealous about this. You must know that I only give you everything."
"Who cares?"
Kawashima Meiji turned her face away, her eyes wandering, and she looked into the deep woods with a straight face.
She spoke forcefully and had a stubborn attitude, but in front of Fujiwara Izaya, she was not the majestic empress, but just a shy little woman. At this time, not only were her cheeks covered in blush, but even her ears were covered in red.
and neck are also spared.
When she turned her face sideways, there were slight beads of sweat on her cheeks, which were as moist as when she just got out of the bath.
"My wife is so cute." Fujiwara Izaya felt his heart beating, and he dragged her into his arms and hugged her hard, "Why don't we stop waiting."
With this movement, Kawashima Miji immediately felt how energetic he was now and how much he wanted to have a big fight. Then her whole body suddenly stiffened and her mouth flattened in grievance: "You just want to be with me..."
"Nonsense!" Fujiwara Izaya held her back with one hand and lightly tapped her forehead with the other hand, "I like you so much. If I don't want to sleep with you, wouldn't it be harmful to your body?"
Disrespect?"
"..." Kawashima Miji's eyelids trembled.
"I've finished explaining." Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.
He did a good job of grasping his wife's thoughts. Women sometimes hope that they can become the queen of their dreams and enjoy the unique treatment from their sweetheart. He can arouse the emotional reaction in Kawashima Miji's heart.
It can make her feel happy and happy, and she can naturally enjoy Kawashima Miji's gentle treatment. The empress will only be gentle to him.
Hearing his words, Kawashima Miji subconsciously narrowed her eyes and hummed lightly.
Fujiwara Izaya's eyelids twitched.
His wife's jealousy was far beyond his guess.
After hesitating for a long time, Fujiwara Izaya stared at her increasingly cold face, gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind, and confessed: "Madam, I'm really sorry, there is something I haven't told you. Can you please agree to forgive me first?
I?"
"What can I forgive you for?" Kawashima Miji's face was stern.
"About my aunt." Fujiwara Izaya said bravely, "She is my aunt, not related by blood. And..., besides this relationship, there is also..."
Kawashima Meiji's face sank: "Say it!"
At this time, her expression was no different from the one when she was scolding her subordinates.
"She is still my wife's sister!" Fujiwara Izaya risked his life.
"...You!" Kawashima Miji's face was very ugly, and could almost be described as a dark cloud.
"Don't be angry, let me explain to you." After saying it, Fujiwara Izaya felt a sense of relief, and his voice became sharper, "I have slept in the same bed with her since I was a child. Plus,
I am relatively precocious... You must confess this kind of thing to your wife, after all, you are the wife."
"Precocious?" Kawashima Miji sneered and looked at him up and down: "So, what I got is a second-hand product?"
"Absolutely not!" Fujiwara Izaya blinked innocently, "It's still there, and the first kiss was also my wife's. I guarantee you got the original product."
"Who else?" Kawashima Miji's face looked better.
"No more!" Fujiwara Izaya swore, "I have said everything that needs to be said, and there is no hiding from others."
Kawashima Miki snorted loudly, stood up and straightened out her wrinkled purple yukata.
Then, she jumped down on her clogs and looked towards the brightly lit stage where life was bustling with life. The charming face of the fox girl slowly appeared in her mind, as well as Fujiwara Izaya's concealed actions.
"I don't want to lose to that wild goblin!"
Kawashima Miji told herself this in the darkness, her eyes shining with fighting spirit.
"Madam, what should I do with the spider silk?" Fujiwara Lin was also at the destruction site.
"It's burned." Kawashima Miji said without looking back. She was sending a message to her aunt on her mobile phone, asking her where the fox girl was.
"Wouldn't it be a shame to burn it?"
"How do you want to handle it?"
"Do you want to stuff it back for next time?"
"...?"
Kawashima Meiji suddenly turned around, looking like she wanted to eat someone.
"Just kidding." Fujiwara Izaya blinked, obediently rolled up the spider silk and put it into his clothes, and walked forward with a smile: "Okay, I'm going to patrol the area now. Madam, please find a place to wait for me.
I will accompany you after the work is completed. By the way, are the Snow Lady and Little Spider here? We haven’t seen each other for a long time..."
"I'll go with you!" Kawashima Miji interrupted him coldly.
"..." Fujiwara Izaya stopped laughing.
On the stage below, my aunt and my schoolmates are all there. Maybe the two ladies will come down to watch the performance.
If so many people met together, even if he had eight mouths, he couldn't explain it clearly. Kawashima Miji stretched out his hand and said nothing, just staring at the road ahead.
The meaning was obvious, just to hold his hand and go on.
"No problem." Fujiwara Izaya felt uneasy, but he still held her hand firmly.
Kawashima Meiji backhand, interlocked with his fingers. Her fair and delicate oval face faced him sternly, with a look that warned him, "You will die ugly later." She didn't say anything, just looked sharply.
, staring like a thief cat
Facing that look that seemed to know something thoroughly, Fujiwara Izaya wanted to ask, what do you know?
"Let's go." Kawashima Miji held his hand and walked down.
The heel of the clog hitting the stone floor is as pleasant as the wind blowing on the cheek.
After walking down the winding stone steps to the venue, looking at the chaotic crowd, Kawashima Miki said to herself: "It's really crazy."
"Let's go for a walk over there." Fujiwara Izaya pulled her towards the lion dance place.
There are many people there, so it is not easy to be recognized.
Hand in hand as they walked down the steps, they felt like they were diving into a sea of people.
Because of the large number of people, the temperature seemed very hot, and everyone around him was wearing short-sleeved shirts or yukata. The crowds of people continued to rush towards the lions in a frenzy, making a mess. The lions were gnashing their teeth and running among the crowds, shaking their green manes.
Everywhere they went, tourists screamed and dispersed, and lively music sounded from time to time. Summer melted into the air, as if you could taste summer with just one breath.
"There are many people, be careful of getting stepped on." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the crowd and had no choice but to stretch out his other hand and hold her in front of him.
Holding one hand and hugging him with the other, half of Kawashima Miji's body weight fell on him, and they watched the lion dance together.
Three young men in summer kimonos held up lion hoods and followed several young people performing. They held high white paper lanterns and surrounded the lions from time to time. The lanterns and their bodies collided with each other, causing sparks to fly in a chaotic mess.
.
There were very few lanterns that were still burning, and most of them were broken, but the performers were still holding them high and shouting at the top of their lungs. A bonfire stood in the center of the square. The fire spread and the firewood surrounded by the fire fell down.
People set up new bonfires, and more crazy flames danced in the atmosphere.
"It's so wild." Kawashima Miji felt hot all over and patted her chest as if she was scared.
Such an action was inconsistent with her status as an empress. Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head. The two looked at each other's faces and laughed softly. She seemed to be attracted by the disorderly countryside festival, and she seemed to be protected by Fujiwara Izaya.
The gesture attracts.
"Has Madam ever seen a performance like this before?"
"No. In the past, I always stayed away from these activities."
"dislike?"
"I like it. It's so pitiful that I only come here alone."
"Are you happy today?" Fujiwara Lin held her petite body in his arms.
Nestling in his arms, Kawashima Miji smiled softly: "Let's pull the hook."???.
"What?"
"Don't leave me alone in the summer festivals from now on."
As she spoke, she raised her slender little finger. Fujiwara Izayasu stared at her slender finger for a moment, then stretched out his little finger and hooked it with hers.
It turns out that besides being jealous, it’s also true that my wife feels lonely in Tokyo.
In front of them, the villagers who had never had any chance of adventure became extremely excited. They chased the lions tirelessly, almost pushing the tourists in the front row forward into the fire. The monk in charge intervened between the two groups.
Arranging the traffic of tourists, they shouted hoarsely.
"Give way!"
"Don't squeeze..."
"Don't touch the lion!"
The hearty crackling sound of burning wood reached Kawashima Miki's ears. At this moment, her soft ears could no longer hear anything. She just leaned against Fujiwara Izaya, listening to his and her own inner feelings.
of the same melody.
The two of them were holding hands in the crowd, looking at each other.
"It's beautiful." Kawashima Miji said softly.
"My wife is more beautiful." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed the jade-like back of her neck.
"ah……"
Kawashima Meiji shrank her neck as if she was ticklish.
Coyly, but not sincerely refusing, she pulled Fujiwara Izaya's hand up from her abdomen to her chest. Fujiwara Izaya's lips moved from his neck to his cheeks, searching for his lips, and Kawashima Miki twisted her face.
The lips couldn't match, and Fujiwara Izaya acted as anxious as a child.
Intoxicated by his eager thoughts, Kawashima Meiji showed a smile of victory. Before the fox demon appeared, she could enjoy this man to her heart's content... After letting his lips miss several times, Kawashima Meiji's
Only then did her face stop twisting, and her lips finally came together. She also slowly turned around, and the two embraced each other face to face.
The lion jumped in the firelight, jumping from one end to the other.
The crowds of people flowed left and right, causing chaos. A dazzling number of people passed in front of Asuka Kasahara. She pursed her lips unhappily: "Where did you go, senior?"
"Leave him alone." Hoshimi Rinko was also a little angry.
Instead of looking for scumbags, it would be better to watch the lion dance performance.
The young men holding the lions, with their heads wrapped in white turbans, let out beast-like roars in unison. The lion heads raised high from the crowd again and looked in all directions. They stirred up hot wind in the crowd and flew past their eyes.
The skin, wet with sweat, glowed bronze under the firelight.
The endless bonfire dyed the night sky of Minami Izu red.
"No, Asuka gets angry when she thinks of him abandoning us two." Kasahara Asuka stepped on her feet and looked around. In order not to be dispersed by the crowded crowd, she held onto Rinko Hoshimi's sleeve with one hand and did not dare to let go.
Opening, Hoshimi Rinko put a hand on her shoulder.
At a certain moment, she saw a Tengu mask in the head.
"It seems to be over there."
The school girl's shoulders easily got rid of the school girl's hand on them.
Immediately afterwards, her petite body squeezed into the crowd. Seeing that Rinzi was worried about her, Hoshi grabbed her sleeve tightly and followed her.
At this time, the lion head suddenly changed its direction like crazy, shaking its green mane to drive away the tourists in front of it. Among the crowd, Xia Xili looked in the direction of Fujiwara Izaya, her lips widened with a smile, revealing her row of rows.
The sharp fox teeth flashed beautifully white under the light of the campfire... The hunting time was almost here.
Fujiwara Izaya, on his side, had just finished kissing.
"Huh, why haven't you come yet..." Miji Kawashima muttered in a low voice, fiddling with the belt of her yukata. Her purple yukata looked both gorgeous and seductive, and was full of her beauty and infatuation. She was very satisfied.
Not only does the pattern of this dress show vitality, but the tightly tied belt around the waist also shows an Athenian look.
No matter in every aspect, she thinks she is invulnerable now.
A woman's gentleness, demureness, maturity, and sex appeal...she has them all. As long as the fox girl appears next, she will definitely show off her beauty like a winner.
With the crowd surrounding each other, Fujiwara Izaya seemed to hear someone calling him "senpai".
Without thinking, he knew who had noticed him. He didn't dare to stay where he was, so he took Kawashima Miji's hand, put his arm around her waist, and pushed towards a crowded place.
Amid the hustle and bustle, Kawashima Meiji was preserved by her steady strength.
He hugged her with his arms, which were extremely muscular, and rushed towards the crowd, shouting and clearing the way. His feet easily kicked away the lantern blocking the road, and the remaining flames of the lantern danced in the air, sparks sputtering.
It was a bit dizzying. The muscles around his shoulder blades were flapping like wings.
The power contained in a healthy body shines through at this moment.
For several moments, Kawashima Miki was convinced that anything could happen tonight. Her cheeks became hot because of this. Being hugged by Fujiwara Izaya, she did not protest and just stumbled.
She followed him to where he wanted to go. In the commotion, Fujiwara Izaya's arms tightly hugged her breasts from behind. She was used to this level of contact, but tonight there was something special.
The paralysis and intense excitement are impacting the soul.
While on the way, Kawashima Miji reached out her hand to touch his Adam's apple.
She didn't know what type of impulse this was, she just felt that it was something she didn't have and she wanted it.
At this moment, there was another strong commotion among the tourists. It turned out that the lion had turned back. People were still following the movement of the lion, backing up. Fujiwara Izaya, who was going against the direction of the flow of people, was almost pushed and tripped.
On the ground, Kawashima Miji turned around and buried her face in his arms as if afraid. The hands on her back touched the muscles of his back with her fingertips. She felt a solemn heat... The tourists behind her
The pushing and pushing came again, and it seemed that the manager's efforts to stop him had no effect.
Behind him, Kasahara Asuka punched and kicked the man in front of him, knocking him upside down and killing him straight away.
Blocked in front and pursued by soldiers, Fujiwara Izaya looked around, turned around, rushed out of the crowd arrogantly, and hid behind a big tree. Then, his white wings spread out, and he hugged Kawashima Mi.
Ji suddenly jumped onto the tree and hid in the dense canopy.
Less than half a minute later, Kasahara Asuka chased after her and complained under the tree.
"He obviously came here, but where are the people -"
Hoshi saw Rinzi also arriving under the tree, turning his eyes left and right: "It seemed like he was with another woman just now. Did you see who it was?"
"Purple yukata!" Kasahara Asuka said through gritted teeth.
The two girls circled under the tree eagerly, looking up from time to time.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't dare to take a breath for fear of being exposed. However, in his ears, a soft hum from Kawashima Miki came: "...I saw the fox girl coming, have you figured out how to die!"
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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