Human account is forced to full level

"What you said is really direct enough, although I don't hate this way of speaking."

Lugong Tianma raised his eyebrows, then casually caught the two oranges that were really thrown over, and looked down speechlessly.

By the way, where did these two things come from?

Teleportation?

And at this time, a childish voice with some sleepiness came from next to my ear.

"Well, have you had breakfast?"

Stepping on plush slippers and wearing a white shirt, Qian Nu rubbed the corners of his eyes with his small hands, and walked from the direction of the bedroom in a daze.

The somewhat messy gray-white long hair was naturally loose, running along the smooth and slender brown calf to the bare ankle, and an old smooth wooden bead headdress was tied at the end of the hair.

Since she came to this world and started to live a stable life, she couldn't help but become more and more fond of sleeping in and staying in bed.

As for the original black and white hunting clothes similar to Onmyoji?

This set of clothes that have been worn for hundreds of years has long been thrown into the closet after washing.

Because Qiannu discovered after systematically wearing at home that it is more convenient and comfortable to wear cool clothes like this, and then she has kept it like this.

Anyway, she is not used to going out of this house.

"Qiannu, you haven't buttoned your shirt properly." Gafan just turned his head to the side, then turned back helplessly to remind him.

"Huh? Oh, really, I didn't even notice."

Qian Nu looked down, took a look at the exposed flat belly, and the cute pink and white fat times, and then re-buttoned the button indifferently.

He didn't care about his spring glory leaking at all.

It would be better to say that Basara has no concept of this at all.

And this is where Gavan is troubled recently.

You know, he, a temporarily paralyzed cripple, has been sleeping on the sofa for a week.

Because his own bed has already been occupied by the thinly dressed system and Qiannu, and if it's just the system, he never minded about it, but Qiannu can't do it.

Gavan still takes some issues of principle very seriously.

Even if the real age of the other party is much older than oneself.

"Hmm...huh?"

Walking in a daze, he suddenly found that the onmyoji with the "cockroach tentacles" was also behind him. Qian Nu also hid silently behind Jiafan, grabbed the opponent's shoulder with his small hands, and slowly poked his head out.

Then the gods synchronized, and also cast a look of disgust.

Coral Palace Pegasus: "..."

Who are these people?

Having been given special treatment since he was a child, he drank the last sip of the lean meat porridge with a lot of sugar in a complicated mood, then put down the white porcelain bowl, licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and put his hands together Made a gesture of thanks for the hospitality.

"Then the porridge is finished, and I still have something to do, so don't bother me."

"Well, walk slowly." Gavan nodded very naturally.

"...You should stay politely."

Lugong Tianma twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't say anything more. Instead, he waved his hands casually, and walked out of the house in a familiar way without looking back.

Gavan, who watched him leave the back, also showed a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Strictly speaking, they are not familiar with each other. Why does this guy come from home to eat for seven days in a row?

Once a day, or breakfast, or lunch, or evening snack.

This uncertain time period is like taking time out of a busy schedule.

"What a weird guy."

Gavan muttered a few words, then shook his head and forgot about it.

Let's have breakfast first, it's getting cold.

Thinking of this, Gavan was about to pick up the bowl, but found that a spoon full of meat porridge had been handed to his mouth.

"Here, ah—"

The system sitting in Jiafan's arms indicated that he wanted to feed the other party.

Gavan also accepted this very naturally, chewing calmly.

"Hey, Gavan, get well soon, and then it's your turn to feed me and cook."

"I know, I know."

He responded vaguely, chewing the meat porridge in his mouth very carefully.

As for the taste?

It's just plain delicious.

There's nothing particularly over the top deliciousness or weird dark culinary leanings.

It's the kind that is made step by step according to the recipe introduction, and it's ordinary and delicious.

It is also Gavan's favorite taste.

Because the eldest sister and Limulu both cooked such meals for him.

That kind of warmth nourishes his humanity and makes him know "who" he is very clearly.

And Qian Nu, who was watching the interaction between the two, couldn't help but smile.

In those gilt golden eyes, there is no negative emotion that belongs to filth, and it is full of gentleness.

Although in the filthy race, there has never been a certain "concept".

But Qian Nu has it now, because of the two people in front of him, it is——

family.

......

at the same time.

Tuyumen Island, Yinyangliao Headquarters, Taiyue Building.

This is the most important link and center of information for the entire Yin Yang Liao.

Hundreds of elites in related fields stationed here around the clock in turn, accepting and handling tasks related to exorcising pollution, and all related incidents of "True Layer · Calamity".

And today, it was rare that another important person came here.

Tall figure, fair skin, waist-length hair like snow, and a pair of broken golden eyes resembling the eyes of a fox.

On that delicate face, there is always a smile that is out of tune and has a perverted temperament.

He is the orthodox successor of "Douzimaru" who inherited Abe Jingming's will and mantra, and is known as the strongest among the onmyo leaders in history, and he is the well-deserved leader of Onmyoji——

Tsuchimikado has horses.

"Ah lah~ This is really rare. I never thought that Tianma would be willing to vouch for someone."

He looked at the screen on the huge ball of light in front of him that had ended the communication, half-closed his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger.

The expressions and words of Lugong Tianma just now were firmly remembered by him without letting go of any details.

"Do you use the identities of Lugong Family's Patriarch and Twelve Heavenly Generals as a guarantee? Obviously these two identities are what you hate the most, this is the first time you have taken the initiative to use your rights, and it is only for someone as a guarantee... ...."

Tsuchimikado Arima bowed his head and thought for a while, then swiped casually, causing new information to appear on the screen of the light ball.

It was a man with black hair and black eyes.

"This guy seems to have come into contact with the prophesied Onmyoji of Double Stars, that is, the child of Hongxu from the Huaye family...Gafan? Interesting~"

There was a look of interest in his broken golden eyes.

It just so happens that he also has something to go to the mainland, so let's find a chance to meet him by the way, after all...

It was the first time he met someone who could make Lugong Tianma willing to help actively after so many years.

"About this Gavan, is there any more information in the database?"

"It should be gone, but there will definitely be some in the mainland, so I'll ask, Lord Arima."

"Well, I'm tired~"

......

In front of a certain house.

After finishing the communication impatiently, Lugong Tianma stretched lazily.

At the same time, his beautiful heterochromatic pupils glanced at the house behind him, his eyes were somewhat complicated, but more casual.

"Observed and observed, the Basara named Qiannu is indeed not dangerous anymore. It is obviously the most mysterious and strongest Basara in the recorded rumors..."

"Forget it, anyway, that guy who is sick is as strong as a pervert, so there is nothing to worry about."

Lugong Tianma scratched the back of his head casually, making the long wine red hair a little messy.

"The favor I owe you is partly repaid."

He muttered in his mouth that he was about to leave, after all, as one of the twelve generals, he was usually very busy outside the holidays.

But at this time, the footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Hey, why did the breath suddenly disappear completely? And that little girl named System?"

Lugong Tianma subconsciously showed astonishment, but soon calmed down.

After all, isn't it quite normal for a powerful guy to come and go?

And that guy seems to have a strange different space plane, there must be something going on there.

Thinking of this, Lugong Tianma slightly shook his head, put aside his distracting thoughts, and prepared to really leave, after all he still has work to do.

But at this moment, a white and tender palm suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

Then there was a strange and suspicious voice.

"Hey, what are you wandering around my childhood sweetheart's house? It's suspicious~"

"Huh? Who are you calling suspicious...Huh?"

Hearing this question, Lugong Tianma couldn't help turning his head to look subconsciously. When he wanted to directly refute the other party, he was suddenly stunned.

Not only him, but also the other party who was also stunned.

Taking advantage of the school holidays and not having classes, she went out early in the morning, planning to drop by Jiafan's house to play before going to Ji Yeren's house.

After seeing that there seemed to be a sneaky guy at the door of the other party's house, he went up without hesitation, and then...

She fell silent.

For a while, Lugong Tianma, who was misunderstood by others as a girl since childhood, and Nagata Tameran, whose gender was unknown since childhood, started staring at each other when they met for the first time by coincidence.

And both sides saw doubt and disbelief in each other's eyes.

Both the different-colored pupils and the brown pupils are confused.

After a long time.

He and she tilted their heads at the same time, and subconsciously issued the question from the soul in unison.

"Are you male or female?"

Chapter 190 Three: The Head of the Black Bull

The Black Bulls, headquarters.

In a remote place far from the city, in a clearing somewhere in the forest.

There is a very dilapidated stronghold house with a strange shape that seems to be pieced together from building blocks.

Through the somewhat cloudy glass windows, one can see the spacious living room inside.

A muscular, overly bulky man was sitting on an old sofa with his legs crossed, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the newspaper in his hand with nothing to do.

Disheveled black hair, lazy dead fish eyes, and a rough, unkempt face.