Chapter 118 The Goddess on the verge of falling

Ms. Suzuki's ability to act has never been underestimated.

That night, it took two hours just to grill the fish, and the eating time was even longer. But when I came to my senses and counted the time carefully, it didn't feel like a proper meal at all.

Miss Suzuki, who has been so spoiled for the past year, not wanting this or that, and even dared to overturn and step on the dumplings that Ma Cang Ye Wang put in front of her when she was in a tantrum, has finally regained the gentlemanly demeanor she had when she was dating her more handsome fiancés.

Not only did she wait quietly for her meal, but during the meal (because she was not good at removing fish bones), she picked out five radish strips with great interest, placed a five-petal flower on Shalva Ganna's plate, and stared at his face again and again.

The look in his eyes was so bright that it looked as if he hadn't seen clearly what this North American priest looked like in more than a year, and it slid all over the bridge of the person's nose.

Asakura Ye Wang was not reluctant to be patient with her from the very beginning, because Sonoko's eyes were too strong, and the strength was particularly frank. Her round, almond-shaped eyes flashed with a straight light, and when they fell on his face, it was as if a line of big words "Can I kiss you?" was written nakedly.

But for some reason (actually it was just gentlemanly behavior, taught by Simon), she just held back and didn't say anything.

The less she said, the more obvious it became in her expression. That kind of anticipation could even be called pure. Looking into her eyes, it felt like seeing a little kid squatting in front of a sugar painting stall, staring longingly for a sugar figure, staring so longingly in the end that it looked a bit pitiful.

After finishing the troublesome grilled fish, Ye Wang drank the tea brewed by the goddess herself (it stands to reason that the tea brewed by the one-and-a-half-year-old newborn goddess of fortune would be particularly delicious). When he put down the teacup, he met the pair of eyes that had been flashing all night, and Ye Wang even had the urge to "don't wait for her to say it, just kiss her proactively."

Saying good night is also very unique.

For hundreds of days, Makura Ye Wang piled up pillows for her (when they were sleeping in the wilderness) and covered her with a quilt (after she moved into the villa), but this thing would fall asleep in the blink of an eye when it wanted to, and pretended not to hear anything he said to her.

In comparison, the one standing in front of him tonight was so well-behaved that he looked like a dummy.

"I'm so sleepy, can I go to bed?"

Listen, he even remembers to ask for instructions before returning to the house.

Ma Cang Ye Wang glanced at her with a smile.

"Go ahead."

So the thing hummed for a while, its facial features were tangled, but her expression was straightforward and easy to understand. Although it was tangled for a long time, anyone with a little bit of common sense could see at a glance that the thought battling in her mind was: "Should I have a full-night kiss?"

Although a person can perform a good show by relying solely on his facial features, the dramatic atmosphere created by Suzuki Sonoko can well captivate the onlookers.

Just as Shalva Ganna had thought before: If a new god of fortune, whose fortune was so profound that he was shrouded in white light, longed for you so docilely and frankly - especially compared with his willful and pampered behavior in the past year - even if it was fake, the sense of conquest and accomplishment at that moment would always make people happy.

What a pity...

Looking at Suzuki Sonoko's receding figure disappearing around the corner, even with the enchanting North American shell that came with eyeliner, Asakura Yewang still exuded a sense of wildness as he fell sideways. He supported his forehead with one hand and looked at the moon. Not far from his hand was the bowl of matcha that Sonoko had made for him with great fanfare after dinner.

When he was still called Maye Boy, a monster he met told him that "the personalities of all living things are changeable. If they are abnormal, they must have ulterior motives." After he gained the ability of clairvoyance, although it made him miserable, the heartbeats he heard, almost every minute and every second, every word and every sentence, confirmed these words.

abnormal.

The Yin-Yang Master lowered his eyes and glanced at the bowl of cold tea. Even if the "strangeness" was a change for the better, as long as it came suddenly and without reason, it was not worth being happy about.

What's more...

He thought about the news that suddenly came from Ma Cang's house this morning that "she inexplicably rescued Ma Cang Ye Xian", and her several abnormal stunned moments when they met again in the afternoon, including the posture when she almost lay on Ma Cang Ye Xian's window...

Did you see something?

Even if he could rely on magic to deceive the underworld, Ma Cang Ye Wang was not a god after all. He didn't know how the gods' senses distinguished things, nor did he know what the thing he had carefully raised for more than a year could sense from Ma Cang Ye Xian's blood.

But these two events were too close to each other, with no twists or turns, so he couldn't help but wonder if this guy really figured out who he was because of this (just like the one in the previous chapter where Sonoko guessed who he was based on the logic of [Asakura], [blood relative], and [reincarnation] because he was too famous).

He suddenly became so servile, it was fear...

Or is it just an attempt to cover up something, thinking that if they can fool him, they can find an opportunity to cooperate with someone else to make a feint to the east and attack in the west?

If Suzuki Sonoko had always been well-behaved, and suddenly became so considerate, it would only be a step forward. King Ye would at most sigh that his previous efforts were not in vain, and he believed that she was wholeheartedly willing to be his guardian angel.

But considering her original personality, she suddenly became so submissive. Even an eight-year-old boy wouldn't believe her if she said she had no ulterior motives. What's more, this Asakura Leaf King, who had lived through two lifetimes and was already 558 years old?!

But it feels so good.

Ever since Nekomata Gu Zong rebelled in the middle of the battle, how long had it been since he had been approached by such a quiet (after all, he couldn't hear Sonoko's heartbeat, some people appear quiet on the surface, but are ten times more annoying when they're beeping inside), warm (gods are better than shikigami, fortunately their body temperature is closer to humans, there is no such thing as abnormally cold [mermaids, water monsters] or abnormally hot [firebirds, flying snakes], you can tell they are aliens when you get close to them), simple and easy to understand (mainly because she is simple and peaceful, in fact, monsters can also be simple, but it is an animalistic simplicity), and value for money (after all, she is a lucky god) being? Has he ever been approached so properly and tamely?

The big boss lay under the moon, drinking for half the night, looking lost in thought. When dawn approached, he slowly stood up, put up his sleeves, took the bowl of cold tea that had been cold all night, and drank it all in one gulp without any expression.

The fact that the Great Onmyoji could calmly shout out the slogan of killing ordinary people five hundred years ago, and everyone knew about it and upgraded him to a BOSS, essentially shows that he is a guy who follows his heart.

If you count carefully, there are four arguments for his willingness to work hard for this thing, but as long as the fourth point is there - that is, she is still a great god of fortune who cannot be forced - as long as Suzuki Sonoko can still maintain her conscienceless character without fear, she will never become what Asakura Yewang wants.

In this case, it is better to weigh the pros and cons and choose the lesser of two options.

Although the gods of fortune are very lucky, most of them are not good at fighting. Moreover, because of their deep blessings, even if they lose their divinity and become fallen gods, they will not generate miasma. Instead, they can transform into spirits with mild attributes but strong force fields.

And spirits can be recruited by Onmyoji as Shikigami through contracts.

Speaking of methods to bring down gods...

Ma Cang Ye Wang kicked over the empty tea bowl with his foot, his expression cold but unusually calm: This is too far-fetched, it requires the god's own mind to be shaken, infected with An Wu and fall to death;

To put it simply, it was just a trivial matter of using ancient methods to skillfully combine several kinds of miasma and filth, so that she would get "sick" and be on the verge of death if she was touched by them.

The time before sunrise is the coldest in the day. The trees are lush at this time, and there is still fog in the early morning, but it smells all like the fresh scent of grass and trees. Asakura Yewang walked along the corridor to the corner, and without restraining his strength, he opened the door of Suzuki Sonoko's room.

With a crisp bang, the thing in the quilt moved with a humming sound, but did not wake up.

Her brown hair stood on her cheeks due to sweat. The goddess curled up in the quilt rubbed the wooden pillow, turned over towards the door, stretched her legs, and half of her body rolled out of the mattress.

The empty bed still had marks on it, and it exuded an unusually attractive warm atmosphere in the early morning. Ma Cang Ye Wang couldn't help but yawn, thinking: Even though Yuanzi was so annoying and spoiled, he could still indulge her. Seven points were due to her status, and the other three points were probably because no matter what she did, she was particularly touching. No matter whether she was lazy or greedy, she could always make others want to immerse themselves in it with her.

Because of the slight change in his understanding of her position, the Great Onmyoji acted less cautiously. He threw away his wine-soaked robe and leaned on the half-empty pillow, yawning.

The mattress is indeed soft.

It was soft, warm, and as spongy as the way Nekomata-guchimune felt when she first exposed her belly to him.

But he would not give others a second chance to hurt him. Ma Cang Ye Wang supported his ear and raised his hand to touch the girl's brown hair out of boredom. No matter why she changed last night and who she was thinking about, she would always learn to be obedient in the future.

Suzuki Sonoko kicked the quilt in bed without knowing whether to live or die.

Ma Cang Ye Wang moved his kicked calf and carefully observed the sleeping face of this guy again: Speaking of which, this is the first time that Ma Cang Ye Wang stripped off the divine part of her body and simply observed her.

Onmyoji is one of the best official positions in the Onmyoji Bureau. Although the rank is just so-so, its influence cannot be underestimated in the Heian period when evil spirits were rampant.

He was handsome and charming when he was young, and he met many palace maids. The beautiful young palace maids wrote and drew on silk scarves or bamboo leaves to express their feelings. Although simple, they were bold and timid. They only wanted a night of pleasure, which made them endearing.

As for her, she looks cute and pampered, but she is not very understanding. She seems to be fearless, but she is timid by nature. Look at her timidity, but she is also very daring...

She was obviously afraid of him, but she would never eat the fish he grilled if it didn't suit her taste. If it had salt, she would complain about the lack of spices. If it had spices, she would complain about the skin being too soft.

If her demands were not met, she would endure the hunger and walk all the way without talking to him. Even if he found some wild fruits as an apology gift, she would accept them very reluctantly.

Speaking of which, King Makura Ye hooked the chin of Sonoko who was sleeping warmly. It is said that the newly born gods have a heart as pure as a baby and a character as pure as a blank sheet of paper - could it be that the bad character of this guy in front of him is ultimately his responsibility?

The great Onmyoji wearing a foreign shell sat up with his hand on his forehead. The hand on the girl's waist slid across the corner of the quilt, took out her left hand from the quilt and squeezed it.

Suzuki Sonoko, who was pinched in pain, groaned in cooperation.

She looks rough and can fall asleep anywhere, but she can't stand any noise when she falls asleep, otherwise she will hum and kick people lawlessly.

This character... the more I think about it, the worse it gets. Even if I want to sleep with him in the future, he may not be able to do it.

In the bed, Miss Suzuki, who had been disturbed for most of the day, groaned twice again. She finally realized that there was someone next to her, and she snuggled into his arms. Judging from her snoring, she was sleeping soundly.

This mountain residence was built at the mouth of the valley, and its history is almost as long as that of the Makura family. At this time, the sky was already turning white. Makura Ye Wang had a heavy person stuffed in his arms. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery at the foot of the mountain, listening to the breathing sounds coming from his arms from time to time, he suddenly found the reality of returning to the world.

Although it was hot and cumbersome to hold her, this newborn god was full of human decency.

King Ye yawned in the direction of the sunrise, then bent down and kissed her forehead: I just hope that after her divinity is wiped out, she can still remain like this.

At the same time, at the Asakura villa, a group of elders and newcomers were gathering for a meeting.

Asakura Yexian was covered in bandages but was conscious. As the designated candidate for this generation to participate in the Shaman King Competition, he was lying down and attending the competition with a strong will.

The elders present all had the same dark faces, and if he wasn't covered in wounds, the old men and women would probably line up to beat him.

This is really unlucky.

The Makura family sent people to participate in the Shaman King Competition. It would be great if they could win the Elf King, but this goal seemed really out of reach. As a second best option, all they wanted was a good ranking.

In such a grand occasion where people with special abilities from all over the world gather, the closer one is to the finalists, the more it indirectly demonstrates the strength of the family, and thus brings fame, energy, and influence that the family desperately needs.

The big stage belongs to the world, but there are also many participants from our country. If Ma Cang Ye Xian wants to become famous overseas, he must at least take the lead in the country. If he can catch the evil Luo Wang directly, no matter how big the commotion is, it doesn't matter. It's natural to build up momentum before the game, the bigger the better.

But it was not caught.

Not only was he not caught, but he was also injured so badly that the entire process was seen by the Pachi priest in charge of the investigation. He was lying in bed unconscious for 99% of the time.

The impact is too bad.

After he finished speaking, the culprit Asakura Ye Xiansaku immediately stood up and reflected deeply.

Because her face was covered too much, the onlookers couldn't see her expression at all, and she seemed unmoved.

"We still have to learn from this."

The one who spoke was the miko who had been guarding the garden gate at noon. She calmly and calmly lectured him, "If the goddess hadn't passed by, you wouldn't have been able to return. Even if you qualified for the psychic competition, what good would it be if you can't go?"

The elder sitting at the top is a more pragmatic person.

After all, the child is their own, and will be at home for the rest of their lives. Any time is fine for education. The main thing is that the competition is imminent, and the impact of this crushing defeat must be quickly eliminated. "In a couple of days, invite the priest home for a chat. Even if it's just a few gifts, it should soften his attitude and change the impression of incompetence."

At this point, the old man paused and continued, "Ye Xian's health still needs to be healed for a while, so I won't rush to take the boat this time. Next month, I will report to the Onmyoji Bureau and find a useful flying Shikigami. Once my injury is completely healed, I will set off to participate in the competition."

Ma Cang Ye Xian knew that he had made a mistake and could only nod and admit his mistake.

His sternum still hurt. Although the bones were set in the afternoon treatment, they could not heal immediately. Speaking of the afternoon, he suddenly remembered another thing.

"When we met again during the day," Ye Xian cleared his throat, "I mean, when Third Aunt cast the spells and wrapped the medicine for me, the goddess and the Pachi priest seemed to be watching from outside the window..."

Third Aunt nodded and said, "The goddess is new and finds everything new and curious. She dozed off in the corridor at noon, and in the afternoon she lay by the window watching us perform magic. Her demeanor is not unlike that of the calico cat that Second Uncle has carefully nurtured."

Ma Cang Ye Xian struggled to interrupt the old man's aunt's smile, saying that putting aside the topic of the goddess, after all, the Onmyoji family's awe and respect for Takama-ga-hara mostly came from family education. Although he had a basic level of favorability, he was the hope of the entire clan and a future contestant. Even though he had only seen a few fire gods, the main focus was still on the Pachi priest.

However, he didn't know if it was hallucinations from the excessive blood loss, or if it was the backlight that made him dizzy, but when he lay on the tatami and looked out, at that moment, the look in his eyes from the Pachi priest standing behind the goddess...

"It seems a bit hostile."

Compared to the obvious expressions like "surging murderous intent" and "cold malice", he thought about it and chose the most implicit one.

But the Great Elder still said "Impossible!".

"The Pachi tribe only selects ten priests per generation. He can command the five great elves, so he must be ranked in the top five. Moreover, the Elf King's family has been passed down for many years. When selecting priests, they not only consider the amount of magical power, but also the character and personality."

"Regardless of their personalities, whether they are quick to avenge their enemies or reserved and reserved, they are bound to be utterly loyal to the Elf King. When organizing competitions to select contractors for the Elf King, they will certainly treat all participants equally."

Although the fact that "he tried to capture the Ghost King and failed to gain fame" made Asakura Yexian seem cowardly, his attitude of downgrading the contestants should be objective, and it is impossible for him to express such strong subjective "disgust" and "scorn".

The witch thought for a moment and said, "Could it be because you caused the goddess to be in danger?"

She was speaking from her own perspective: after years of religious education, she finally met someone who lived well. However, because they had spent too little time together, she had not been exposed to the annoying side of Suzuki Sonoko, and their cognition and concepts were completely overlapping.

——Her prodigal nephew is so bad at hurting the young and fragile goddess!

The old man at the top was also rather disgusted with this matter. After all, ideas come from indoctrination. The older you are and the longer you are indoctrinated, the stronger the ideas will be. What's more, most of the elders have witnessed the powerful existence of Takama-ga-hara and were severely shocked by it. They immediately snorted and opened their mouths as if to curse.

"Speaking of which," seeing that Ma Cang Ye Xian was about to be scolded again, the old lady, who was his grandmother, quickly changed the subject: "Even if the Pachi priest is favored, he is still an outsider. How could an outsider who came from overseas be with a newborn goddess?"

"During the Ise Jingu Shrine festival, was the birth of a new god ever announced?"

The room suddenly became quiet.

Among the eight million gods in Shintoism, anything can become a god, but the little god on the mountain can be born and die at any time. This newborn goddess has a clear spiritual light and great fortune. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is destined to become a great god of fortune. How could she be born without a sound?

and……

The old lady sighed with lingering fear, "It seems the new god has only been born for a little over a year, and he doesn't know anything. He clearly has the same powerful divine light as the Great Fortune God, but the evil spirits are forcing him into a panic."

——Not only was he born without a sound, but he also seemed to have never received the education he should have received.

At this time, the one-eyed old man sitting in the corner finally spoke up and suggested, "Why not contact the Dragon God of the nearby Kamogawa River and ask Takama-ga-hara to send someone to pick you up?"

Normally, Takama-ga-hara would sense the birth of a new god of this rank and send people to guard the birthplace, and then take him back directly after the birth: "There's no point in letting the goddess stay with an outsider."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man bowed silently and hurried out to burn talismans to notify the gods.

Inside the room, a group of highly respected old Yin-Yang masters looked at each other and asked the same question again:

How did they meet each other?

On the contrary, Ma Cang Ye Xian, who had been lying on the sidelines, suddenly remembered the scene when the goddess and the priest met. He felt that it was too intimate, so he spoke up, "The relationship between the Pachi priest and the goddess... seems unusual."

——He disliked himself. Could it be that he misunderstood that the goddess saved him because she liked him?

As soon as the words fell, the silence in the room became even more terrifying.

Everyone couldn't help but recall the first time they met the priest.

At that time, a bright light flickered in a corner of the mansion. The Asakura family thought that their child was about to participate in the competition. Takama-ga-hara sent people to observe and congratulate, wondering how could someone of such a high rank come?

As a result, when he hurried over, he found that the goddess he had never seen before was dozing off while holding the fire spirit that had a contract with the Napachi priest.

After the sacrificial inspection, the goddess ignored their rituals, and obediently followed the others, holding the big-headed doll-shaped spirit in her arms.

Elder Makura said calmly, "Could it be that the goddess is in love with the Napachi people?"

In love?

These words made everyone shudder: these days, gods don’t even love humans, and many of them have affairs with monsters.

So everyone gathered to reminisce:

When we first met, the goddess' attitude was probably one of impatience, preferring to doze off rather than watch the priests fight;

When they met again in the afternoon, the goddess slept peacefully in the room for most of the day. She was not in a hurry even though no one came for a long time. When she finally left with the priest, she was obviously distracted.

The only thing they have in common is distraction.

The word "distracted"... doesn't seem to evoke any particularly bubbly, pink sentiment?

But the Napachi priest was indeed quite proactive.

But now thinking about it, his attitude was so natural and intimate. He walked in front of the goddess, never worrying that the goddess wouldn't follow him. His attitude was so natural that it could be called presumptuous.

The goddess was yawning in the corner for the first time, and she kept her head down the whole time when she was being taken away, looking listless.

This time when he left, he was also listless and seemed even less energetic.

Since the bodies of gods and humans are not in the same dimension, feeling sleepy does not mean that they are really sleepy, but is only a reflection of their mental state. Once they feel sleepy, it is either because they are in a bad mood or there is something wrong with the divine body.

——The goddess is in a bad mood when she is with that man!

Speaking of which, it's strange that Daifukujin hadn't made any noise since his rebirth...

Could it be that he happened to see it? They didn't quite understand the methods used by the priests serving the Elf King - in other words, the goddess was born new, her mind as clear as water. Was her relationship with that man true love, or was she abducted?!

check.

At that moment, several more people hurried out to give instructions, and suddenly three more incense sticks were lit outside.

Outside the hidden barrier, a monster with feathers growing on the back of its head was curled up on a treetop, looking at the cigarette smoke that was invisible to mortals in the sky above the Makura family. It was so scared that it shuddered on the spot, and disappeared in a flash of purple light.

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