Chapter 117: Love at First Sight
When I woke up again, it was daylight outside.
Suzuki Sonoko lay on the bed expressionlessly for a while.
With her current recovery ability, there would be no wounds left on her body after waking up from a sleep, so there would naturally be no pain. Besides, her brain is such that things are forgotten after they happen, and the word "lingering fear" has never appeared in her dictionary.
I just feel strangely empty inside...
Sonoko stared at the platycodon seals stacked on the ceiling, knowing that these were probably specially used by the Onmyoji family to receive distinguished guests. It seemed that the Asakura family was more capable than she thought. Without calling for any external help, they still blocked the Ghost King who was about to become famous. Moreover, the rich fragrance in the air made her feel drowsy again. The calming incense that can work on gods is not common, right?
After thinking about all sorts of things, Suzuki Sonoko felt hungry.
Perhaps the effect of the incense was indeed very pleasant. She remained in a half-asleep and half-awake state, lying on the bed until she could no longer bear the hunger. Then, like a stuck cartoon character, she slowly got up and opened the door.
There was a girl kneeling outside the door.
Judging from her age, she is about the same age as Sonoko, but in terms of looks and temperament, she is at least three points more elegant than her.
The girl's back was straight, her white palms were tucked into her sleeves, and her three fingers formed an exquisite seal. After her eyelids drooped, she bent down to her without saying a word and kowtowed lowly.
After a while, the girl straightened up and asked softly, "Are you awake?"
Yuanzi stood at the door in a daze. When she heard this, her toes curled up uncomfortably. She stayed still for a moment and then said "hmm" slowly.
In this chaotic world five hundred years ago, not all gods were powerful, and many of them were beaten by humans (or demons). However, most people who came from the Onmyoji school of Buddhism had awe for Takama-ga-hara.
However, because the relationship between the two is closely integrated and has lasted for thousands of years, the boundaries of their own strength are not very obvious. Gradually, an inexplicable sense of responsibility has evolved from awe. If you are the head of a large Yin-Yang Taoist family, let alone becoming close friends with like-minded gods, sometimes you will even take it for granted to care for weak gods as if they were your children.
From the perspective of class classification, the Asakura family can definitely be called a great family.
The maid who asked her questions seemed to be a shrine maiden as well. Her cold expression was probably a requirement of her profession. She had been practicing for more than ten years and had not come into contact with many living gods. She was so surprised to suddenly catch a Suzuki Sonoko that she was a little overwhelmed. She was unable to immediately combine traditional concepts with practice. Although she was sincere in her heart, the questions she asked were really stupid.
The witch was silent for a few seconds, pretending that the person who had just asked the living god, "Are you awake?" was not herself, and changed the subject to, "Are you hungry?"
Her tone was as calm and elegant as ever, but because of her annoyance, the concern in her eyes became even deeper. She looked so cautious, as if she could scare Yuanzi to death if she took one more breath.
That expression makes people feel so uncomfortable.
However, Suzuki Sonoko pondered this while eating: according to the age of becoming a god, she is only one and a half years old. If she were a human cub, her teeth would not have grown yet.
It's normal for adults to want to be overprotective.
After understanding this logic, Miss Suzuki, who was used to being pampered, instantly overcame the awkward feeling and calmly finished her meal under the loving gazes of the crowd.
A quarter of an hour later, Suzuki Sonoko, satiated and content, sat on the porch with a rosy complexion, cradling a teacup as big as her face and swinging her bare feet contentedly. Judging from her expression, she looked like an eighteen-year-old kindergarten student waiting for her parent, Makura Yewang, to come and take her home...
wrong.
Suzuki Sonoko was startled, as if a thunderbolt had suddenly struck her brain. She regained consciousness and instantly remembered the most important question at hand: Asakura Yexian, no, their timeline five hundred years from now—is it okay?!
She threw the teacup away and tried to run away.
The Asakura family's villa was not particularly exquisite, but the area was vast and sparsely populated these days, so the courtyard wall was quite large and the distances between the buildings were quite far. After wandering around the garden for most of the day, I could vaguely smell a sweet fragrance.
She sniffed in the empty corridor and subconsciously followed the smell forward. After taking two steps, a strong and pungent smell of medicine rose to her nose, suppressing the sweet fragrance that she thought was familiar.
At the end of the corridor is Makura Yexian's room.
The house was separated by three layers of barriers, and a conservative estimate was that there were seven people surrounding it. The looming vortex of spiritual power disturbed the temperature of the area. Although it was busy, there was order in the chaos.
——Based on this situation, although it is difficult to treat, the people of the Asakura family have not given up on treatment.
That's about all you need to know.
Without the psychological pressure, Miss Suzuki began to think freely as usual. She walked quietly to the window frame and looked into the room thoughtfully while leaning on the platform.
According to the electronic files she saw five hundred years later, even if Makura Yexian was not a direct descendant of Makura Yewang, he was the one with the closest blood relationship. Otherwise, Makura Yexian would not have been able to inherit the techniques and Shikigami he left behind so easily, and even kill him in return.
Over the past year or so, while walking on the road, Sharvaganna would occasionally suffer minor injuries (not from fighting, but from occasional small cuts on his hands from fish bones), and Yuanzi had the opportunity to smell the blood of the BOSS several times.
The smell of spiritual power hidden in the blood is the most intuitive. She hadn't reacted when she was on the verge of life and death in the woods earlier, but now she smells it carefully... Although King Ma Cang Ye has been in the shell of a Pachi tribe in this life and his race has changed, there is indeed a mysterious thing between his blood and Ma Cang Ye Xian's, and they smell very similar no matter how they smell.
——This “thing” exists in the sense of perception rather than the sense of smell. It’s just that Yuanzi has been a human for too long and is still accustomed to using specific organs to cooperate with the sense of perception.
So the more she sniffed, the louder her movements became. Her nose twitched faster and faster, and her upper body unconsciously leaned forward slowly. Just as she was about to climb over the window frame, a hand reached out silently from behind.
The hand had well-proportioned joints, and it hooked her collar with ease, lifted her up and weighed her twice.
Suzuki Sonoko swayed in the air and looked back.
Under the scorching afternoon sun, the Pachi priest, resembling a colorful lotus, smiled with a calm smile. A glimmer of light seemed to glimmer in her narrowed eyes. She gently commented on the object in her hand and said, "It's thinner."
Yeah?
When Yuanzi first heard the good news, his brain was a little short-circuited with joy. In addition, the aftereffects of the calming incense had not yet worn off, so his reaction was a little slow.
This doesn't mean that she won't be able to smooth things over when encountering problems - spoiled children are particularly good at distorting facts with a clear conscience. Lying can be almost the same as telling the truth, and they can do it without any guilt on their faces - most of the time, Sonoko relies on this instinctive passive skill to fool the bosses.
But now she was slow.
So when Asakura Yewang rubbed the top of her head and asked her seemingly unintentionally, "What are you doing?", Suzuki Sonoko, who had not yet come to her senses, was obviously stunned for a moment.
Because this is a passive skill, Sonoko herself was not aware of the blankness caused by the daze at that moment, so Sonoko naturally complained in her heart, thinking that at this juncture, she definitely couldn't say that I know you two are relatives, and then found out that spiritual power can also be "tested" from the smell of your blood.
So she blinked her eyes and, like countless times before, avoided the main point as a matter of course, saying, "Ma Cang Ye Xian was injured, but I found his blood smelled quite good."
After she finished speaking, she still felt weird. This evaluation made her look like a murderer...
At an angle she didn't notice, the eyes of the Pachi priest, which had already been filled with a strange look because of her "blankness" for a moment, became even more profound because of her awkward expression.
When Sonoko came back to her senses from her murderous delusion, she heard the big boss, Asakura Ye Wang, as if he saw through her thoughts, and asked with a smile: "Does it smell as good as mine?"
At first glance, this kind of speech filled with comparative words sounds like jealousy.
However, there was an instinctive throbbing in the depths of Sonoko's soul. She turned her head to look at Makura Ye Wang: Judging from the curve of the other person's mouth, these words must have a deeper meaning.
This BOSS...does he suspect that she has seen through his relationship with the Makura family?
This cannot be said to be that Yuanzi is overthinking.
Anyone who can become a BOSS is particularly aware of his reputation (mainly bad reputation). When a BOSS reaches the level of Ma Cang Ye Wang, even if the newborn god (in Ye Wang's mind) is a blank slate, as long as the elements such as [Ma Cang], [reincarnation], and [similar smell] are combined, and a random little monster on the street is picked up and asked around, there is a 99% chance that he can dig out the great Onmyoji Ma Cang Ye Wang from five hundred years ago.
Stripping off the boss's identity before he was about to reveal his true identity... Yuanzi thought to herself that she didn't want to die, so how did the situation deteriorate to this point inexplicably?
Because of her overwhelming sense of crisis, which was also ambiguous, Miss Suzuki's eager appearance involuntarily wilted. Finally, she was led back by her "parents" to the mountain residence arranged for the judges of the Shaman King Tournament to stay temporarily, looking very listless.
Every time she took a step, she couldn't help but look at the back of Ma Cang Ye Wang who was walking half a step away from her, and then asked herself: Is this person thinking of killing me now?
As she took a step forward, she couldn't help but glance at his hand hanging by his side and swaying naturally, and then she began to worry: Could this be the murder weapon that will crush me to death later?
The deeper I thought about it, the slower my steps became. When I was deeply moved, I had an urge to run away. When I passed by the big fish pond in the middle of the courtyard, I almost wanted to jump in and swim away.
As this thought flashed through her mind, a hand reached out from the front, seemingly slowly but actually quickly. It gently held her hand with a soft strength that made her feel creepy and extremely guilty, and its thumb rubbed the back of her hand in a very natural way.
Thank goodness it didn't land on my neck.
The boss stood sideways, his head bowed and smiling in an elegant manner that was completely inconsistent with his North American origins. He asked, "What are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed?"
The rare fear that Suzuki Sonoko felt ruined her smile.
She shook her head quickly, muttering to herself, "His hands are so soft," and then naturally avoided the main point again: "There are so many fish in the big pond in the middle of the garden. Can we have grilled fish tonight?"
Ma Cang Ye Wang stared at her for a long time with a puzzled look on his face, but he couldn't see any guilt on her naive face, as if she was just greedy for the fish pond.
I feel particularly greedy and genuine.
On the other side, Miss Suzuki was completely unaware that she had walked a circle between life and death. She was busy imagining the scene of sitting opposite the handsome guy who had combined this thing (shell on the west and core on the east) in the lotus pond, grilling fish while enjoying the night breeze. It was as if she realized only after a year that this was actually a romantic affair. Not only did she want to sigh in admiration, she even wanted to add another pot of wine to her dinner.
So she stared at the boss and fell into a strange silence - the greedy expression on her face did not change much.
If she didn't look like a young girl, her expression would be so greasy that it would scare people to death.
The well-known nymphomaniac Miss Suzuki Sonoko, after a long absence of more than a hundred chapters, fell into a magical love at first sight again for unknown reasons.
Although it had been many days, Yuanzi was no stranger to this impulsive feeling, having experienced it hundreds of times since she was a child. To be honest, she actually enjoyed this feeling.
——All inspirational quotes are calling on everyone to have eyes that can discover beauty, but when Sonoko accidentally falls in love with someone, she becomes a beauty detection radar.
Yuanzi thought that this problem of being fickle might be pathological. Whenever she was in this state, the secretion of certain hormones in her body would be extremely imbalanced, which would drown her rationality and make her see everything through a filter.
Just like now, when she recalled the life experience written in Makura Yewang's file again - including the part where his ability went out of control as a child and he accidentally killed villagers, how he grew up to become an official in the Onmyoji Bureau and eliminated dissidents, and how he wanted to purify the world and kill all ordinary people after turning evil - she actually analyzed it very sincerely, and felt unreasonably that the living environment and working environment were not friendly to him, and she felt very distressed.
In the end, even my emotions took over my mind, and I felt that his desire to destroy the world was understandable.
Can you believe that the stance changed so quickly?
However, Suzuki Sonoko actually did so.
At this moment, she was wearing a filter, and her whole concept changed from [This BOSS covets my status as a god, and he is also treating me well with ulterior motives. I am afraid that if he reveals his true identity, he will kill me], to [Anyway, this BOSS covets my status as a god, and he has to be patient and coax me no matter what (in a sense, he is on the same starting line as her fiancés who are doing it for the family). As long as I can resist revealing his true identity and occasionally act like a hooligan to satisfy my masturbation urge, my life will not be in danger].
Miss Suzuki finished deceiving herself, and stood there obediently, tilting her head to look at the boss. She smiled and pursed her lips, holding hands with the boss and looking at him frankly for more than a quarter of an hour.
Ma Cang Ye Wang always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the little guy he had raised for more than a year.
This awkward feeling was slightly different from the one in the afternoon at the Asakura family's villa, but upon closer thought, it was also the same. Asakura Ye Wang held that soft palm - this was the first time in more than a year that the goddess let him hold her hand without any awkwardness - even through two layers of skin, he could feel the gentleness and calmness hidden in the skin and blood.
The wonderful joy and the chilling chill almost simultaneously captured the soul of the Onmyoji hidden under the sacrificial skin. Asakura Ye Wang looked at the god in the form of a girl in front of him, and suddenly he seemed to see Gu Zong who had just turned into a cat-shaped beast five hundred years ago, and wholeheartedly exposed his belly to him.
A black shadow flashed, and it seemed as if everything just now was an illusion: what he saw was actually the cat-and-butt clan, which, although still obedient to him, had already sentenced him to death in its heart, insisted that his mind was devoured by an evil spirit, often hiding in the corner, staring at him for a long time with inexplicable eyes, and who knew when, would use the blood contract to retaliate against him.
Before I knew it, a quarter of an hour had passed.
He lowered his head and looked again. The goddess, who was naturally noisy, was still quietly holding his hand. When King Ye looked over, she even pursed her lips shyly (see how terrible the word was), tilted her head and smiled at him.
So cute...
Makura Ye Wang sighed for the first time in a long time, and under the push of an emotion that he could not fully understand, he leaned forward and touched the goddess's smooth forehead with his lips.
——No matter what kind of thoughts are hidden under this appearance, the obedience at this moment can't be fake.
Although maintaining such an intimate posture, the priest's eyes were unusually cold and fanatical: the god's surrender could indeed bring a moving sense of accomplishment.
King Ye slowly rubbed the top of Yuanzi's head with the side of his face: Even if it's only for a moment, even if your words are not in line with your heart.
The great Onmyoji stood up with a lot of emotion, turned around and there was no extra expression on his face. He held the hand of the god and walked back with a normal expression.
Twenty centimeters behind him, Miss Suzuki, who was in a pink state, was not shy at all when being kissed by the opposite sex. She raised her eyes again to look at the back in front of her, not wanting to think at all whether this man was planning to kill her.
She just thought kissing was great, and she was even eager to try it again!
The author has something to say: This is for half a month of Internet blockage, see you later.
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