Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

The sky was exceptionally clear. It was the kind of clear that would make people feel happy at first sight.

Jiang Chen sat at the desk, with a standard pentagram in front of him. He also drew many strange spells, and thought they were not very good, so he folded them and threw them into the trash can.

Yingzi lay by the window, silent. Except for understanding the pentagram spell used to sign a contract with monsters, everything else was a mystery.

He walked out of the courtyard and saw Yuan Youya coming back.

Yuan Youya squatted, touched the little girl's hair, and smiled gently, "Ye, what's wrong?"

"Brother..." Ye was holding a little bear, his eyes were red, but he smiled when he saw Yuan Youya.

"Brother hasn't been home for a long time."

"Brother has something to do recently. I'll come back to accompany Ye after I'm done, how about it?"

"Yeah." Ye nodded obediently, turned around and saw Jiang Chen, and felt a little strange, and immediately hid behind Yuan Youya.

Jiang Chen paused, turned around and went back to the courtyard.

Yuan Youya patted her hands, "Ye, go back to sleep first. Brother has something to tell Brother Chen."

There was a little silver light in Ye's eyes, and after a flash, he said, "But Brother Chen... is not safe."

Yuan Youya smiled comfortingly, "Go, Ye."

Jiang Chen didn't even put away the pentagram spell he drew, and just put it on the table. Anyone could know what he was doing, but Yuan Youya just ignored it.

"Have you ever thought about what to do in the future?"

"It's none of your business."

"Actually, I've always wanted to talk to you about this. But for various reasons, I didn't dare to speak."

"It's none of my business."

"Have you ever considered that many things have causes and effects?"

"..."

"If you were in their shoes, you wouldn't be able to forgive your enemies. So, how can they choose to forgive?"

Facing him again this time, and facing such questions many times, Jiang Chen's tone of answer was surprisingly calm, "If you were in their shoes? I consider others, who would consider me?"

"I have me."

Yuan Youya answered smoothly, and her expression was quite natural, without any signs of embarrassment or hesitation. Jiang Chen glanced at him, turned his head, as if he had forgotten his usual casual response to others, and refused hard, "No need."

Yuan Youya smiled slightly and replied with a multi-faceted, "Yeah."

Jiang Chen pursed his lips, lowered his head to look at the talismans, and no longer had any intention of paying attention.

Yuan Youya took the phone and lay on the bed, looking at it and asking Jiang Chen, "Even if you are untied, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, "The first thing is to kill you."

Yuan Youya: ...

"Okay, change the question. What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Chen paused for a long time this time, and then replied grimly, "Human flesh."

Yuan Youya: ...

He thought about it, put down the phone and stretched out his arm, "You bite it."

Facing the blue platycodon embroidered on the white clothes, Jiang Chen choked: "Have you washed your hands?"

Yuan Youya nodded, "Washed. I bought vegetables." The video playing in the phone was still the braised crucian carp, which is called Chinese cuisine.

Jiang Chen was a little sarcastic, "Shouldn't the young master of the Gen family be able to do nothing?"

Yuan Youya laughed a little teasingly: "If this is the criterion, I think you should be the young master."

Indirectly laughed at him for not being able to cook.

Jiang Chen turned his head: "I'm not a master of cooking."

Yuan Youya: "Tell me which is more popular, a kitchen killer or not going into the kitchen?"

Jiang Chen's eyes sank slightly, and he seemed to just ask casually: "Kitchen killer? Ha, how can you be sure?"

Yuan Youya paused, smiling, "Isn't it? Why don't you go to the kitchen and cook a pack of instant noodles?"

Jiang Chen subconsciously glanced at the small stove that Yuan Youya opened in the courtyard. His face was a little bad. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he even argued, "I've lived for so many years, even if I don't have talent, the food I cook won't kill people." After he finished speaking, he felt that his words were useless at all, and decisively turned his eyes to Ye, who didn't dare to come in and had to wait outside, and asked calmly, "Who is that girl?"

Hearing that she couldn't kill people, Yuan Youya was obviously silent. He didn't mind hearing him change the subject, turned off his phone, stood up, "Yuan Yue Night."

"Her eyes..."

"It's a mirror."

Eyes that fell into the fragments of Shenwu's mirror. See through people's hearts.

"Demon?"

"No, just a child who likes the wind."

Jiang Chen: "Yeah."

"Otherwise, how about the braised fish from the mainland?"

Jiang Chen had no expression: "I remember you have a shikigami that is a carp?"

Yuan Youya: "Probably, it doesn't matter..."

Having been led by him by the nose for so long, seeing him hesitate this time, Jiang Chen smiled happily and acted gentle, "You can have a plate of fried spiders."

Yuan Youya stared at him strangely, as if she didn't know the identity of the ghost spider at all, "I didn't expect you to have such a strong taste."

In fact, he naturally didn't come in with a plate of fried spiders. He came in again, opened the food box and took out a dumpling, and placed it in front of Jiang Chen. Before Jiang Chen could ask, Sakura outside the window had already taken a bite of it, and Hong's words had explained the reason, "Ah, it's an authentic oriental delicacy~ It's really different from the ones in the restaurants outside, ah... I don't know what the dog god will do when he comes back."

Obviously, he was used to the Chinese food made by Yuan Youya.

Hongshang: "Stolen meal tickets and so on, life and death feud. Maybe he won't target me in the future." Speaking of which, it's really not easy to ask Youya to cook for him once. It's a pity that those guys who focus on eating are not here, and Youya is not cooking for them.

As an Onmyoji, he doesn't have much time on weekdays. Coming to this small courtyard every few days, Hongshang will never think that Youya is reluctant to give up his room to others and can't let go of the nostalgia.

"Does Hongshang mean that he is going to change his target?" The ghost fire was weak.

Sakura corrected carefully: "It should be said that Inugami, Kitsune and Cat Demon have a big enemy at the same time."

Hongshang: "No. I think Inugami probably can't come back for a while."

"Why."

Hongshang looked like he saw through the truth: "Didn't you notice that Youya drove away all the dogs around Genji a few days ago?" Although in the end, those who were desperate were sent to the pet shelter.

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered, as if in agreement: "The only thing missing from the Genji courtyard is a sign that says dogs are not allowed."

Jiang Chen naturally did not ignore the whispers outside. Facing the plate of steaming dumplings, he said in a cold tone, "A monster won't be hungry. It's not a human."

"It doesn't matter whether it's a human or a monster."

When the words fell into his ears, Jiang Chen's fingertips tightened, and he couldn't help but want to question him, asking him: Do you understand that human hearts are unpredictable and that there is a difference between black and white? Can you stop always speaking so righteously! He held back, almost gritting his teeth as he asked, "What exactly is your purpose?"

Yuan Youya evaded the question again: "To show off my cooking skills."

"You investigated Kikyo."

Yuan Youya answered fluently, having practiced the answer many times, "Kikyo is a famous shrine maiden with strong spiritual power. As an Onmyoji, is there anything wrong with wanting to understand her because of your admiration?"

"What else?"

"Hmm?"

"You and I both know. Naraku."

"About Naraku... half-demon, with powerful demon power."

Powerful demon power? Jiang Chen's attention fell on these four words, and he frowned, "Okay, I understand."

Yuan Youya: What do you understand again...

He sighed, "You really don't have to be so wary of me."

Jiang Chen had no expression, "Hmm."

It's better not to agree, Yuan Youya knew he was used to perfunctory as soon as he heard it.

He stood up and carefully reminded her before leaving, "Genji has been busy recently, and I have to go on a long trip. I may not be able to come to see you for a while. This is Tokyo, and Kagome often travels. If you don't want to see each other and want to recuperate, stay in Genji. No one here dares to attack you. Next time I come back, I will go to the mainland. I have stayed here for too long, and there is nothing fun."

"..."

When he left, he looked back again, and finally said nothing.

Jiang Chen stared at the plate of dumplings for a long time, until it was cold and until dusk.

He put away all the untouched food, covered the box lid, and pushed the food box aside. He was distracted and when he picked up the pen, his hand was unstable. With a "click", the pen body shattered, and the broken pen shaft pierced his fingertips.

He looked at it expressionlessly for a while, and when he raised his hand, the cut fingertips crossed the void, and the blood drew several complicated spells in the air.

Jiang Chen paused for a while, still not feeling the dissolution of the connection in the contract, but the continuous use of the spell-breaking runes unilaterally deepened the connection of the contract. After trying many methods in succession, Jiang Chen finally stopped writing, and an inexplicable feeling crept into his heart. He always felt that this method was specifically aimed at him, just like something that came out of his hand specifically targeting his own weaknesses.

He couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows, and when he opened his eyes, he looked at the cinnabar pen that was broken into two sections, and a rare impatience appeared in his eyes. Until now, he couldn't judge the problem of the contract. This kind of thing that restrains hostility is definitely not something that Gen Yuya, or Genji, would have.

It was really too accurate for him, so he had to doubt the source of this connection. If there really is another self in the world, it makes this problem easier to explain.

He let this problem go for the time being. When he opened the door, he saw Yingzi and Hong Shangshang sitting under the cherry tree and drinking tea. I don't know if these Shikigami are staying here with him to monitor him or for other reasons.

This time, Jiang Chen ignored the few people. The cherry blossom trees in the courtyard completely blocked the sky, and when the breeze blew, there was a faint fragrance of flowers. The fallen flowers were colorful and dancing in the wind, and the ground in the courtyard was also a soft pink. Sakurako is a cherry blossom demon. Since she came to Yuan Youya's courtyard, the cherry blossoms have always bloomed.

The sky in the distance is a clear blue.

The red trees and blue sky undoubtedly give people the illusion of a carefree life.

The morning breeze blew from afar, passing over the treetops, passing through the long seaweed-colored hair, and the eyebrows revealed when it was raised, which was a kind of gentle feeling that made the heartbeat pause.

It was no longer the usual coldness, nor did it seem like pretended hypocrisy.

When Sakurako saw it, she always felt that seeing a handsome man would stop breathing or something, and it was not a lie. For a while, I thought that it was not an illusion to say that these two people were similar. It's just that Lord Youya is naturally gentle from the inside out, and Naraku, he may just be gentle in appearance.

He was wearing a spotless white kimono, his hair was loose, and he was not wearing wooden clogs. He stood barefoot in front of the wooden door of the bedroom without saying a word. The sunlight shone down with the reddish color of cherry blossoms. There was no sinisterness in him, nor was there the resistance he had shown before when facing Minamoto Yuya.

For a moment, it made people feel that he was unexpectedly gentle.

But when his eyes looked over, Sakurako's heart sank. Even with a pair of brown pupils that are usually known for their gentleness, they can make people feel cold. Sakurako coughed and turned her head awkwardly. Lord Youya said that no matter what others do, they don't have to hinder them.

Hong Zhijie: Speaking of which, I really don't know why Lord Youya likes this big ice cube so much... Kitsune is also a dignified boy, and he is gentle, elegant, humble and polite!

Jiang Chen didn't care what these shikigami thought. He walked under a cherry tree, waved his hand casually, and a flash of light flashed. A thick piece of wood with flowers fell down and just fell into his hand.

Sakurako couldn't help but shudder: Is this a demonstration to me?

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and looked at it, and the purple light flashed slightly on his fingertips, and the extra branches on the wood were neatly cut off. A white and slightly yellowish branch floated in front of him, and as the purple demonic power swirled, the shape of a Yaoqin gradually took shape. Seven purple demonic threads fell, carrying with them a surging demonic aura.