96. Simple morning, the new skin of the bride and the sorrow of Xuebao
Dawn was approaching, when the night was darkest, Fujiwara Izaya woke up from the bed.
Through the cracks in the curtains, the Sky Tree faintly exudes a brilliant light. I don’t know if it’s raining yet. I feel the warmth of the furry little spider next to me. If I look sideways, I can see her sleeping silhouette.
My head is still a little dizzy.
I thought someone used a drill to make a hole in the skull, and then stuffed something into the head. The thing seemed to be very long, and it was stuffed into the head continuously. I waved my hand and tried to push the rope away, but it was to no avail, and the thing continued to keep coming.
Drill in.
Fujiwara Izaya turned over and sat up, touching the sides of his head with his palms.
There are no holes and nothing can get in.
I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was 5:15 in the morning.
"Ah~"
Fujiwara Izaya yawned and forced himself to cheer up.
I got out of bed and was about to wash my face and brush my teeth when I stepped on something round under my feet.
It's Kawashima Meiji.
This step woke her up.
"Why don't you go to bed and sleep?" Fujiwara Izaya knelt down and lay directly on her.
Kawashima Miji pushed his chest with both hands and said sullenly: "Whoever wants to sleep with you, get up and don't hold me down."
In the dim light, she was wearing a white bathrobe, revealing her white calves and slender feet resting on Fujiwara Izaya's waist. She looked particularly soft and lazy with a shy smile on her face.
"I have a little headache." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"Huh?"
Kawashima Miji's voice suddenly became nervous.
"Let me rest on my wife for a while." After saying that, Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head and placed his lips on her ivory white neck. One hand stretched out very naturally and got into the bathrobe.
"..."
Kawashima Mei remembered and shrank her neck.
She shivered a little because of ticklishness, and then felt a heat in her lower abdomen. She curled up a little, and said angrily and funny: "Be more serious." Then she reached into her bathrobe and pressed Fujiwara Izaya's hand.
I couldn't continue to touch it up.
Fujiwara Izaya was very sorry and could only hold her belly to feel it.
"How is your wife's health?" Kawashima Miji said with a blush on her face.
“Very healthy, smooth and attractive.”
"That's good."
"It's okay to put on a little more fat. I don't mind having a little belly."
"I mind!"
"It's a little fleshy, so it's comfortable to rest on."
"Go down, go down."
"Take off your clothes later and let me take a closer look."
"You're so beautiful!" Kawashima Miki is still an old demon who has never had any demon affairs. Even though she is temporarily submissive to Fujiwara Izaya, on the surface she still can't accept too many of his teasing and being touched.
After rubbing her lower abdomen for a while, she coldly pressed Fujiwara Izaya's shoulders and pushed hard: "Don't bother me so early in the morning. Also, how do you feel now?"
"I have a bit of a headache." Fujiwara Izaya lay down next to her and pressed his temples, "I need to smell my wife's jiojio to get better."
"...Perverted!"
Kawashima Miji scolded him, sat up straight, moved his head to her thigh, and massaged it gently.
"I'll press it for you and see if it feels better."
The cool fingertips pressed against the swollen temples, which felt very comfortable.
Fujiwara Izaya rested his cheek on her thigh and squinted his eyes comfortably. It was probably still raining outside, and there was a slight smell of rain. The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the air was quite dry. His wife's thighs were also very fresh, soft and soft.
It's like the grass on the edge of the forest on a spring afternoon. If you roll now, you can roll into the dark and warm forest.
"Are you feeling better?"
"It's much better, thank you, madam."
"You're welcome." Kawashima Miji smiled softly, her round face full of the charm of a young lady.
Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes and said seriously: "But I still have to smell my wife's jiojio to fully recover."
"..."
The smile on Kawashima Meiji's face froze.
In the dark room, she first frowned, stared at Fujiwara Izaya, and then looked at the bride who was sleeping soundly on the bed. During this process, she didn't say anything. After a long, long time, she seemed to make up her mind.
Taking a deep breath with determination, "Only look, no smell!"
Strong words but a guilty tone.
After saying this, Kawashima Miji bit her lower lip and sat on the edge of the bed, lifting the hem of her bathrobe.
Then, she straightened her slender calves, and stretched out her white and tender little feet tremblingly, with the soles of her feet facing up, letting him only have a look at the pink soles of her feet.
Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand and grabbed it.
In the middle of the sole of the little foot, there is a concave area of moderate size like a marshmallow, which is fun to press.
Kawashima Meiji tilted her neck back slightly, clutching the sheets tightly with both hands, and blushed on her face. "Are you okay?"
"Why do my wife's feet also smell like roses?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.
"Soak your feet with dried roses..." Kawashima Miji replied, her voice as moist as if she had just come out of the bath. After saying that, she couldn't wait to take her feet back, hide them under the quilt, and then made a calm smile at the corner of her mouth.
With a smile, he raised his finger and gently scratched Fujiwara Izaya's nose: "I will continue to sleep and wait for your good news."
Fujiwara Izaya kissed the back of her hand: "Just enjoy your sleep peacefully."
After leaving the room, he slipped directly into the kitchen after washing up. Although he had no appetite, he was very hungry and had to eat something. Unfortunately, there was nothing delicious in the refrigerator of Kawashima Miji, so in the end he only found
Two tomatoes, a little whole wheat cereal, and a big bottle of milk.
I wiped the tomatoes with my sleeve and took two or three bites each.
Pour the cereal into your mouth, then pour milk into your mouth and flush the cereal into your stomach.
It doesn't taste good, but it's filling.
After breakfast, take a rest in the living room.
Fujiwara Izaya opened the system and checked yesterday's harvest.
10,000 points, magatama x10, and a bride-growing gift package.
First click to open the gift package, and several prompts will pop up.
[Note: System shikigami and real shikigami are shared]
【Marriage rope】
[Whether it is gathering together or entwining; sometimes it is transferred and sometimes it is interrupted, this is a knot, this is fate.]
[Meeting each other means being destined, which will be transformed into energy and soul connection. 】
[Effect of use: Balance the system shikigami realm and the real shikigami realm to the same realm. (Keep the one with the higher realm)]
Both are good things!
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes lit up and he shouted towards the bedroom: "Little Spider, come out."
After a while, the bride walked out with eight legs and said happily: "Master, master, is there anything to eat?"
Behind her, Miji Kawashima followed with a straight face and said nothing.
"My name is Little Spider, what are you doing here?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her with a smile.
"None of your business!" Kawashima Meiji Xiaxu covered her eyes and glared at the stupid bride, then crossed her arms and walked to the seat opposite Fujiwara Izaya, her eyes widened to their maximum size and stared at him fiercely,
"I'm warning you, don't take advantage of this fool!"
Fujiwara Izaya smiled mysteriously: "I have new clothes for her."
Kawashima Meiji looked at the bride and crossed her legs silently: "I will keep an eye on you."
"Master~" The bride approached Fujiwara Izaya.
"immediately."
Fujiwara Izaya patted her smooth shoulder.
Click on the skin to confirm use.
A burst of misty purple smoke filled the air, and Kawashima Miji couldn't help but widen her eyes.
In sight, Silly Spider's originally wide red strapless kimono disappeared, replaced by a purple strapless top. The front only covered the chest and ribs, and the smooth and flat lower abdomen was exposed. On the back, there was a long slit.
The long purple gauze skirt hangs down from the human figure's back, extends over the spider's back, and finally wraps up the entire spider's butt.
In addition to changing the clothes, the videos are also different.
There is a silver headdress on the top of the head; there are purple gloves on the hands, and purple sharp nails extend out.
The new bride is a beautiful and charming monster.
This set of purple skin makes her look even more mysterious, weird, gorgeous and charming!
"Haha, it's new clothes..." Luoxin looked very happy and turned to Kawashima Miji and shouted, "Idiot, the master has given the little spider new clothes, but you haven't!"
"..."
Kawashima Meiji's eyes trembled.
She didn't respond, but quietly tightened her bathrobe with her hands.
Seeing her resentful look, Fujiwara Izaya walked up to her and gently grabbed her hand.
Kawashima Miji didn't move.
He just averted his eyes for a moment and waited quietly for his next words.
"What's the point of being jealous of yourself?" Fujiwara Izaya joked.
Kawashima Meiji's face turned cold: "I didn't!"
"Then what does your expression mean?" Fujiwara Izaya gently pinched her chin, slowly moved his head towards her mouth.
"snort!"
Kawashima Miji grimaced stubbornly.
Not allowed to kiss!
Just not allowed to kiss.
Fujiwara Lin didn't insist, he just lifted her legs into his arms and gently touched her ankles with his hands: "You also have the clothes on the little spider. If you don't believe me, when I leave later, you will become a spider."
The bride will know just by looking at it.”
Kawashima Miji, who had her back turned to him, raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"By the way, I have a question. Is there any connection between my wife and the little spider?"
"..."
Kawashima Miji's face turned red instantly.
How do you ask someone to answer such a shameful question... Could it be that you want me to say, oh, when you touch her butt, can I also feel the joy of being touched?
So shameful!
"Every time I'm with Little Spider, your reaction is very big." Fujiwara Izaya pressed her ankle. The white and tender skin felt very delicate, and it was very comfortable to rub it between his palms.
Kawashima Meiji lowered her gaze and remained silent.
She was lying almost half-body on the sofa, with her two little feet on Fujiwara Izaya's thighs, letting him massage her. Her sullen face looked very angry. The atmosphere in the house now looked very much like her husband was busy trying to please him outside.
My wife had a massage for a day, it was sweet and harmonious.
"The little spider's consciousness is incomplete." Fujiwara Izaya said while pressing, "In the end, she may merge into your consciousness, so don't be jealous."
"?"
Kawashima Meiji raised her head in confusion.
"I'm not sure, I need to wait for time to verify." As he said that, Fujiwara Izaya took out a red rope, wrapped it around her left ankle, and tied a beautiful knot on it.
White and tender skin, bright red knots, they look well matched.
Fujiwara Izaya hooked his fingers on the knot, raised her ankle, then lowered it, raised and lowered it, as if it was fun.
Such childish behavior made Kawashima Meiji slowly frown, and rolled her eyes impatiently: "What the hell is this? Can you please stop playing!"
"This is the bond between you and Spider-Man."
Fujiwara Izaya explained, then took another red rope and tied it to the bride's wrist.
The moment the red rope was tied, Kawashima Miji suddenly felt her ankle feel hot. She lowered her head and looked down. The red rope on her ankle seemed to be emitting strange heat. A thin line invisible to her right eye drew her
Connected with that silly spider.
"Eh?"
The bride crawled over and asked her curiously: "Idiot, have you ever felt anything strange?"
"..." Kawashima Meiji's face turned red again.
Her perception is much clearer than that of a silly spider.
She even had the feeling that the silly spider was her avatar. Not only could her feelings be shared, but she seemed to be able to spy on her memories and emotions.
That is to say!
The image of Fujiwara Izaya playing with the little spider's butt and making the little spider spin silk under his eyes can be clearly seen by Kawashima Miki now.
"abnormal!"
Kawashima Miki's chest heaved with anger, and she looked at Fujiwara Izaya angrily: "You actually let a silly spider spin silk in front of your eyes, I can't spare you, bastard bastard!"
Fujiwara Izaya returned to the sofa and sat down, patting her thigh: "You will also vomit in front of me from now on!"
"...?"
Kawashima Miji was completely stunned, her expression was so dull that it looked like her facial features could be wiped off with a hot towel.
Woohoo~
How can this be?
To spin silk, you have to use your butt to spit it out. How could he ask someone to spin silk to show him... How shameful!
Fujiwara Izaya closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes, then called Yuki-onna out.
An icy wind blew in the air, and Kawashima Miji came back to her senses. She looked at the snow girl condensed and formed in the ice and snow, and couldn't help but frowned - why is she a beautiful female shikigami again?
"Ah~"
As usual, the Yuki Onna put her arms around Izaya Fujiwara's neck and opened her lips slightly to beg for feeding.
"Xueji is good~"
Fujiwara Izaya touched her cold long hair and flicked the frost off her eyelashes.
"Ah~"
The snow girl's mouth moved forward again.
Dots of white snow frost covered her soft lips, looking like strawberries sprinkled with icing sugar.
Fujiwara Izaya opened the screen of Yuki Onna and took a look.
[Name: Xue Ji]
【Not Awakened】
[Bond degree: 35%]
[Grade: Median (76%)]
[Attack: E+]
[Defense:D]
[Speed: E+]
[Auxiliary: D+]
[Active skills: Ice Arrow (LV2) Snow Cage (LV1)]
[Talent Skills: None]
There is still 24% experience left to reach the upper level.
I took a look at the points and saw that there were as many as 12,000. It was really rich.
[100 kinds of food to please shikigami (median): 200]
I bought 24 updates at once, and 4,800 points were deducted, leaving 7,200 points for later use.
"Yukihime," Fujiwara Izaya grabbed a large handful of popsicles and handed them to Yukihime, his hands full, "Come on, have a good time today."
"?"
The snow girl blinked in confusion.
The owner who has never been able to feed Xuebao, why is he so generous today?
There is a problem!
The snow girl's stupid little brain gradually started to work.
First of all, in the past month, the owner has obviously neglected Olaf, often asking him to come out only once every few days. Secondly, when the owner stays with the little spider, the smile on his face always looks very happy, which shows that he likes the little spider very much.
Little spider!
The snow girl tilted her head slightly and looked at the bride who was looking at herself in the mirror.
Little Spider... actually put on new clothes?
Could it be that...
Is this the last meal?
When she thought of this possibility, the snow girl curled her lips and floated back a few meters, shrinking her body and floating motionless on the ceiling.
"Uh, what's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya held up the popsicle, "These are for you, why don't you eat them?"
The snow girl weakly shook her head.
She couldn't speak and couldn't express herself. She could only look at her master sadly with her beautiful blue eyes like ice crystals.
The owner always says that Olaf is stupid, but in fact, Olaf is sometimes very smart. After eating this meal, Olaf will never see the owner again, so Olaf cannot eat it, and Olaf should not leave the owner.
This was the first time Fujiwara Izaya encountered such a situation.
In my impression, Xuebao has always been the most well-behaved and obedient, and at the same time the stupidest. But now she is curling up and hiding away, and in her sad eyes, there is actually a hint of strength as she grows up and becomes sensible.
Quite strange.
Fujiwara Izaya wanted to ask her, what do you know?
But considering that Yuki-onna couldn't speak, even if she learned some strange knowledge from somewhere, she couldn't tell her master. So Fujiwara Izaya could only be patient and coax her with popsicles.
"Come down and eat, otherwise it will melt."
"Don't worry, the master didn't poison it. You'll be fine if you eat it."
"Don't believe it?"
"If you don't believe me, master, lick one first and see."
With that said, Fujiwara Izaya picked up a popsicle, stuffed it into his mouth, licked it, and then raised it high: "Look, it's delicious. There's no problem at all."
This scene was so funny that Kawashima Miji couldn't help but hold her belly and laugh a few times.
When the snow girl heard the laughter, her eyes stayed on her for a few seconds, then she looked back and continued to look at her master with sadness.
"If you don't come down," Fujiwara Izaya threatened her, "I will give it to the little spider to eat now, and I won't leave any for you."
"..."
The snow girl curled her lips.
A few transparent tears slipped from her eyes, and were quickly frozen into ice crystals before rolling to the ground. One of them fell into Fujiwara Izaya's collar, which was cool and filled with sadness that was too strong to be resolved.
.
Fujiwara Izaya's heart suddenly melted.
Yuki-onna is the shikigami he has been with the longest and is also his favorite shikigami. However, she has been busy with too many things in the past month, so she doesn’t have much time to play games with her. Sometimes she even doesn’t play games for several days in a row.
She came out and walked around.
Feeling a trace of self-blame in his heart, Fujiwara Izaya softly advised: "Come down, the master is reflecting on his mistakes. Yukiji, please forgive the master once, please?"
The snow girl tilted her head slightly.
Perhaps she understood what her master meant, and she twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly, as if she was smiling, but she couldn't tell it clearly.
"Hmph~" Kawashima Miji looked away, her expression a bit lemony.
Wrapped in frost and fluttering in her white skirt, the snow girl floated down from the ceiling, plunged into Fujiwara Izaya's arms, and put her arms around his neck: "Ah~"
Fujiwara Izaya took her to the sofa, sat down, and patiently fed her into her little mouth one by one.
After eating all 24 popsicles, the snow girl came to the top.
[Name: Xue Ji]
【Not Awakened】
[Bond degree: 40%]
[Level: High (0%)]
[Attack: D+]
[Defense: C]
[Speed: D]
[Auxiliary: C++]
[Active skills: Ice Arrow (LV3) Snow Cage (LV2)]
[Talent Skills: None]
No new skills are added.
However, all the basic attributes have increased a bit, the skills have also been upgraded by one level, and the bond level has also inexplicably increased by five points.
After closing the Yuki Ono's panel, Fujiwara Izaya took a look at the attributes of the new bride.
The span of general level (50%) is equivalent to the intermediate level demon general, which should be the same as Kawashima Miki.
Time passed slowly, and it was almost six o'clock.
Everything is ready and it's almost time to go out.
Fujiwara Izaya took back the two shikigami, and Asakawashima Miki opened his hand: "Don't you hug me?"
"No hug!" Kawashima Miji rolled her eyes at him and lazily patted her lips with her hands: "Ah~ I'm sleepy, I'll catch up on my sleep."
"I'll take my wife back to her room."
"Eh~"
Fujiwara Izaya flashed his body, bent down and hugged Kawashima Miji's two smooth, slender legs, and carried her into the bedroom.
"...Really, you are so overbearing!" Miji Kawashima muttered against his chest, and wrapped her hands around his neck, "What's so great about the royal family? Can the royal family bully spiders at will?
"
"I'm going to scold you later, I don't have time to coax you..."
Fujiwara Izaya put her on the bed and gently pressed her lower abdomen with his palms. There was no fat and it felt very tender and smooth.
"Well..." Miji Kawashima responded with a soft cat voice from her throat, "Go early and come back early, don't be seduced by a beautiful woman."
"Just don't be so jealous."
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently.
"I just love being jealous!" Miki Kawashima muttered, her eyes closed tightly, and her body curled up slightly nervously. Afraid of Fujiwara Izaya kissing her again, she simply turned sideways, curling up like a kitten.
The shy look holding the sheets tightly with one hand is so cute.
After Fujiwara Izaya went out, she jumped up.
With her bare feet and no shoes on, as she ran towards the full-length mirror in the dressing room, she had already transformed into a newlywed woman, looking like she couldn't wait to see herself put on the new clothes she just wore.
Fujiwara Izaya, who had been hiding in his clothes for a long time, quietly poked his head out.
In his sight, the beautiful Spider Girl was twisting her waist in front of the mirror, blinking frequently to observe the new clothes and the new lines on her face. Looking at her bright red face, she seemed to be intoxicated with her own beauty and couldn't extricate herself.
.
"Ah~"
After watching for a long time, Kawashima Miji put her hands on her hips and listened to the upper body of the human being.
"Mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?" She used a very lazy and comfortable voice, caressing the high arc of her chest with both hands, asking and answering herself, "Yes, that's right, in the world."
The most beautiful woman is of course me, Kawashima Meiji!"
Fujiwara Izaya held his lower abdomen hard and gritted his teeth to hold back laughter.
But at this time, the internal injury was triggered by suppressing laughter, so he held back and coughed.
For a moment, he secretly thought something was wrong.
Look over at Chao Kawashima Meiji.
Kawashima Miji was also looking at him, with a round oval face, startled eyes, and dilated pupils. Her plump lips were tightly pursed, as if she wanted to curse, as if she wanted to cry. The beauty and intellectual gentleness that she once had, all came from this.
The peerless enchantress fled from her face, leaving only catastrophic fear.
He looked at her for five seconds.
Fujiwara Izaya's first thought was to hide his head in his clothes.
But as soon as his neck moved, he couldn't hold back his smile anymore, and burst out laughing with a "poof" sound.
"Fuji! Hara! Lin! Ye!"
At this time, Kawashima Miji only had one thought in her mind.
Kill the kid first, then pack her beautiful clothes and bags, and immigrate to Mars today.
"Pfft, haha, my wife is so cute..." Fujiwara Izaya ran out of the pile of clothes and ran to the elevator, "Goodbye, I'm going to the Yin Yang Room to scold people, my wife, please be strong and don't commit suicide at home.
Oh."
"..."
The tip of Kawashima Miji's nose felt sore, and she cried out in shame.