tokyo creator

Chapter 309 Fox

——The last plot, half a year later.

In the picture, Ibuki Rika has dyed orange hair, bright and cute makeup, standing in front of the mirror on the sink at home.

After taking a few sexy selfies, she opened the social software while humming, pasted in the text she had edited and the photo she had just taken, and pressed "send".

"The lovely god has come again..."

While playing with her phone, she had returned to the living room through the corridor.

The camera moved behind her, clearly capturing the dark and dilapidated corridors and small and crowded rooms.

Apparently, Laixiang no longer lives in the mansion where Youjia was housed in Tianzhong, but rents another very cheap apartment.

Laixiang put the phone on the table, took out a hot lunch from the microwave, and sat in front of the bed.

The woman on the bed is Ibuki Yuka.

But at this time, she had long lost her previous delicacy and nobility. She was tightly bound in a restraint belt with a haggard face, and her hands and legs were still covered with thick plasters.

Seeing Laixiang approaching, Youjia instinctively showed a look of fear: "Laixiang..."

"Well, Mom, it's time to eat." Yibuki Laixiang said softly.

She first scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon, mixed it with the rice, and blew it to cool it thoughtfully before bringing it to Youjia's mouth, "After feeding mommy, I should go out to receive worship. "

"Well, take it easy, slow down, slow down..."

Yuka was obviously starving and wolfed down a bento.

After finishing the last bite, Laixiang took his phone back.

In just 10 minutes, after she sent out the tweet just now, short messages came like a snowflake.

Then Laixiang smiled with satisfaction.

"Mom, come on, let's take a look together. What do people who want to be loved say?" Then she lay on Youjia and moved the phone to a position where both of them could see, "——You are here There’s a sweet-smelling miko.”

But the moment she heard the word "miko", Yuka couldn't help but show an unnatural expression.

Laixiang didn't notice it at all and started to open the text messages one by one, reading and commenting on them.

"This man can't do it. Looking at the selfie's appearance and eyes, it's the worst type. He's an old hand with women, he's just here for fun."

"—Ah, this nerd is so disgusting! What do you mean by 'I don't have money, but I'm sincere'?? Earn money if you don't have money. If you don't even have the determination and action to make money, the so-called intention must be just lip service It’s just talk.”

"Hmm, I know this person from Laixiang. He is very generous and gentle, but... forget it, let's give priority to other children who have not been loved by Laixiang this week. In short, let Laixiang reward He’s a loving reply, hey-"

"Wow - the strange uncle Duojin has refreshed his mind! He actually promised a six-figure donation, which shows his sincerity!!!"

Although they said they were watching together, in fact, Laixiang was the only one talking excitedly throughout the whole process.

……

——Outside the screen, Hui Yuanchu exhaled.

This new plot takes place only a few months ago.

And "this" Laixiang, in terms of personality and appearance, was almost the same as the familiar fox that was nestling in his arms.

Lively, money-worshiping, selfish--compared to the pure and transparent witch she was originally, at first glance she really looks more like an ordinary, common-sense, and social beautiful girl... Although, it only looks like her.

In essence, Laixiang has not "changed", but only "mature".

Sure enough... is the last plot the "mature opportunity" for Laixiang?

Huiyuan turned around and realized that this was what Laixiang wanted to tell him silently through the film selection.

but--

Taking advantage of the "suspension" of the plot, Hui Yuanchu looked at Laixiang suspiciously: "I always feel that this clip jumps too fast? Have many important things happened in the past six months, such as you This house—"

Laixiang quickly put the peeled fruit into Hui Yuanchu's mouth and blocked his mouth.

However, under Hui Yuanchu's glare, she still opened her eyes with a guilty look on her face, and said reluctantly: "Well, isn't that obvious... Laixiang and her mother were kicked out of the beautiful big house by the president? , so I had to rent a small apartment by myself.”

"So, why? When did it happen?"

"Actually, it was not long after Laixiang accepted the president's love... because the president was jealous, right?" Laixiang pouted, "Because after that, Laixiang began to accept everyone's worship."

"...I understand, Tanaka thought he could monopolize you after paying for it, but in the end you ran out to find someone else, right?"

Laixiang corrected him seriously: "It's worship."

She looked unhappy: "Hey...it was obviously with the help of the president that Laixiang understood the matter of 'Laixiang is a god who loves everyone'. But the president himself didn't understand.

"How can there be a god who exists only for one person?

"The president is too greedy." Laixiang finally concluded, then licked his lips, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "... Greed itself is good, it is love, but if the object is a god, he will be punished. Punishment?"

A stone statue of the fox god with the same smile as the one at Inari Shrine. ...In short, the matter about the house was understood. Haiyuan sighed and took a closer step to move his eyes to the restraints and plaster on Yuka: "Then what's going on with Ibuki Yuka..."

"Well... Mom, maybe because she was kicked out of the house, the gap in life and other aspects was too big, so she lost her mind." Laixiang sighed, "Then, mom started calling Laixiang. .”

"But now—"

"Laixiang doesn't like to be beaten." Ibuki Laixiang looked at Hui Yuanchu with pure and innocent eyes, "...In this way, my mother will finally be out of the way, and I can only be taken care of by Laixiang honestly."

Then she threw herself into Hui Yuanchu's arms again, raised her head and said coquettishly in an even more pitiful manner: "Hatsu-chan, you can't think that Laixiang is too cruel! It was my mother's fault first!"

"—Ah, but, Chu-chan, you have also seen that Laixiang did not abuse her mother, but really took care of her mother, huh? Because mother is also loved by Laixiang."

"Besides, mom is my only miko..." Laixiang said, looking up at Hai Yuanchu, "just like... I am also my father's only miko."

……

——On the screen, Yujia finally spoke.

"Laixiang——" Her voice trembled with strong fear.

"Huh? Ah, I understand. Before I go out, can you help mom change the diaper?" Laixiang turned to look at Yujia and asked softly.

"No, I... when can Laixiang let go of me?" Yujia gently shook her arm that was bound by a restraint and in a plaster cast, and looked at Laixiang helplessly, "I'm already very good. I was wrong before, I shouldn’t have hit you—so, I won’t hit you anymore, so—”

Laixiang nodded and replied cheerfully: "Soon."

"I met with Lord Gong Si a few days ago. She said that the venue and procedures will be ready soon. Laixiang's own shrine will be established soon."

"Then...Rika and mother can move to our own shrine."

"But until that day, please ask mom to be patient a little longer."

Yujia looked confused, not understanding what the shrine had to do with her: "No, I said yes - when can you let me go..."

"On the day when the shrine is ready." Laika interrupted her with a smile, "This way, my mother, who is a miko...can be sent to that place."

After just looking at each other for a moment, Yujia was defeated.

Laixiang hugged Youjia tenderly: "Mom, Laixiang loves you..."

"However, it seems that there will still be some time before we are ready..." Then she walked to the end of the bed and gently touched Youjia's calf that was in plaster, but slowly turned her head and cast her eyes on the table beside her, "But Mom’s bones…?”

Youjia was terrified, and yelled again: "——Don't, Laixiang, don't!! I swear, I swear, I won't run away!!"

As if he didn't smell the incense, he just walked towards the table——

At this moment, the phone rang again.

Laixiang's hand hesitated in mid-air, then he changed direction lightly and picked up the mobile phone next to him.

"Hey?"

In the background, Yuka was breathing heavily as if she were surviving a disaster.

"Master Gong Si!" Laixiang held the phone and greeted there energetically.

"Hmm..." Then after listening to a long conversation over there, she showed a surprised expression, "——Huh? The shrine's land deed is ready?

“Because there are ready-made torii gates, does that mean we only need to hang a new forehead band?
"If we hold another ceremony, the divine realm will be essentially established, right?"

Naturally, she turned to look at Yujia.

"Mom's side? Of course now. What about Tanaka's father's side?...Okay, then on that side, Rika will rely on Miyaji-sama's handling."

Yujia's expression froze once again.

Laixiang kept smiling and staring at Yujia, then slowly hung up the phone and dialed another number.

"Hello——? Uncle Yamamoto, this is Laixiang."

"No, no, no, uncle misunderstood. Tonight's worship has been postponed because there is another more important thing here, and uncle's help is needed."

"Well, it's because Laixiang's mother suddenly wanted to go to Inari Taisha Shrine to pay homage to the fox god. So Laixiang thought of her uncle. She wanted to borrow his uncle's car, and because her mother's legs and feet were inconvenient, she also needed to borrow his uncle's car. A strong physique?"

Laixiang made a request to the phone in a sweet voice, but at the same time continued to stare at Yujia, like a wild animal catching its prey.

"...Well, thank you, uncle. Of course, I will give you other blessings next time. See you later. Mua~"

She hung up the phone, walked towards Youjia with a smile, and hugged Youjia again.

"I don't want it, I don't want to be a miko, I don't want to be a Saio, I don't-" Yuka continued to scream in fear.

But soon, her screams became fainter, her head tilted, and she lost consciousness.

Laixiang then stood up straight with a smile and threw the syringe filled with anesthesia into the trash can.

"Ah, that's not right!" But soon, the girl had a "bad" look on her face, and rummaged through the trash can, until she retrieved the thrown syringe, and then she breathed a sigh of relief: "You can't sort garbage. wrong……"

(End of this chapter)