"Does anyone know how to take me to Snake Ten?" Qiu Shui suddenly changed the subject.
Playboy fell silent, the guild members all fell silent, the guild leader didn't speak, and then Playboy Girl spoke up.
"I was flattered by your brother spending the whole afternoon with me that day. I hope he can take you around in a few days too," she promised on behalf of the playboy.
"Sigh, I'm really bad at this."
Qiu Shui said helplessly.
The playboy touched his nose and said, "I don't have time these two days, but I'll give you a skin instead."
"That's fine too."
After the dojo, Qiushui returned to the Onmyoji Guild with her shikigami, where the skin sent by her friend "Playboy" had arrived.
"I've collected a few more mysterious talismans. Let's summon a wave of shikigami."
Instructing Kosode no Te to carefully store the Yaksha's skin, the tiny Yaksha was brought out by Guhuoniao to try on clothes, and Shusui walked into the summoning pool to summon.
A few minutes later...
"Great! I finally have a second main SSR!" Qiushui picked up the bewildered little Ibaraki-doji and handed him to Ichimokuren.
"Lianlian, it's all yours now~"
Ichimokuren smiled and took the little Ibaraki-dōji into his arms, then gestured for the little Yaksha, Ubume, to go back into the house with him.
"Sir, let's go inside and take care of the children first," said the Guhuoniao.
"Go."
It's so great to have a baby care center at home!
Ichimokuren and Ubume walked towards the breeding hall on the first floor. Autumn Water strolled leisurely through the Onmyodo, feeling relaxed. Her shikigami were living in peace and contentment, and the Onmyodo was becoming more and more prosperous, which pleased her greatly.
There is a room on the first floor specifically for the little shikigami to live in. When the newly arrived SSR Ibaraki-doji entered the room, all the little shikigami inside stared at him.
"Who are you?" Little Rabbit asked.
"I am Ibaraki-dōji."
Ibaraki-dōji looked at them timidly.
Where is your arm?
The other shore flower, who has always been relegated to the sidelines, asked.
"He was chopped down."
Ibaraki-dōji shook his sleeves.
Are you disabled?
Meng Po uttered these words.
Little Ibaraki-doji was taken aback, looked at his companions in front of him with a blank expression, and hummed in agreement.
"Ibaraki-dōji, come and eat."
Ichimokuren came over with a bowl of tea-soaked rice, carried him to the table, and fed him the rice little by little with a small spoon.
"Brother Yimu Lian, why does he get an extra meal while we don't?" The Baku watched him eat, its mouth watering with envy.
"I want to eat it too!"
Komatsumaru ran over.
"No one is allowed to grab it. This is dinner that Sister Yingcao made especially for him." The girl in the box maintained order in a gentle tone.
The smaller shikigami formed a circle, seemingly concerned about Ibaraki-doji, and all pouted in dissatisfaction.
"I'm hungry," Hiyoribo said, rubbing her empty stomach.
"There will be food tomorrow morning. Remember to eat more at night from now on. If you're not full, you can ask Sister Yingcao for some. Don't go hungry."
The Guhuoniao said.
There are strict rules in the monastery. Only a few shikigami have the kitchen key, and the stove cannot be opened after mealtime. Not many people can break this rule.
Where is the Snow Woman?
"Cherry Blossom Fairy asked, puzzled."
The Snow Woman is the best; she can usually open the kitchen door or the dormitory door so they can go out and pick some wild fruit.
"She's taking care of the giant tengu that her father bought, they're inseparable," Ichimokuren explained gently.
"Snow Woman really likes that crippled Tengu!" Komatsumaru said unhappily.
As she said this, Ibaraki-dōji, who was in Ichimokuren's arms, looked up at her and felt uncomfortable looking at his empty sleeve.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Ichimokuren put down his spoon and asked.
"I'm full," said Little Ibaraki-doji, looking like he had no appetite.
Ichimokuren put away the tea-soaked rice, opened the door and took the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen. Hotaru saw him from the courtyard and came in.
What do you want to eat tomorrow?
Ibaraki-dōji paused for a moment, his eyes darting around as if trying to recall something.
"Do you have plum rice balls and ham and egg rice balls?" he asked cautiously.
"Yes, I'll make it for you tomorrow."
Firefly happily agreed.
"Sister Yingcao." Ichimokuren returned after delivering the tableware and saw her, asking with a smile, "You haven't rested yet?"
"How can I sleep in a room when it hasn't been decided which room he'll stay in? Sister Yuki-onna sent me to ask you," said Hotaru.
Will he live alone?
The Guhuoniao paused for a moment.
“This is Father’s idea. Let him stay in the room at the back, near the pond. It’s spacious there,” Yingcao said.
"Will he live with Shuten-dōji from now on?" Ichimokuren asked.
Firefly nodded.
"Then let him stay there. Is he afraid to live alone?" Ichimokuren picked up little Ibaraki-dōji and walked outside.
Ibaraki-dōji shook his head, "I have nothing to fear, and I can live alone."
"What a strong child."
"Ichimokuren sighed."
the next day
Upon waking up in the morning, Ichimokuren got up to find Ibaraki-dōji, where the courtyard was filled with the lively little shikigami playing and frolicking.
After greeting them, Ichimokuren went to the back room and was surprised to find that Ibaraki-dōji was gone.
Returning to the courtyard, he was dazzled by the sight of all sorts of little shikigami.
The little fox spirit blew its tail, lay down under the tree, and gathered a pile of fur. "Good boy/girl, fluffy~"
Jumping sister and jumping brother were chasing and playing when one of them accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, crying.
"Waaah..."
"Oh no, where did he go?"
Ichimokuren searched everywhere for Ibaraki-dōji.
There were none in the courtyard, by the pond, in the backyard, or on the hillside.
Ichimokuren was in a dilemma, beads of sweat forming on his forehead; his current feelings were indescribable.
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