Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Ye Dou retreated resentfully, after being together for so long, he naturally knew what a believer in Floating Dreams looked like, so he raised his eyes quietly, and looked at the young man who was sitting upright.Gorgeous and slender, like a wisp of mist or fragments of dreams that occasionally emerge in deep sleep, his brows and eyes are full of elegance and indescribable thinness. Compared with the gods in people's impressions, he is closer to the monsters in people's imagination.The long black hair has the color of a crow's feather. Even though he has tried his best to restrain the fatal danger in his gestures, it can always inadvertently make people's soul tremble, spreading from the nerve endings to the whole body.

"What's the matter? Suddenly looking at me like this." Fumeng stopped eating, and glanced at Yato who was fascinated by her face.Yato was awakened by his voice, he blinked his icy blue pupils, and said in a complaining and envious tone: "You guy, you don't look bad. Fortunately, you covered your face, otherwise wouldn't there be Will many people be bewitched by that face." Fumeng looked at him speechlessly, "Using appearance to confuse others, you mean monsters, right?" Yato shrugged and changed the subject, "Ah, yes Yes, I talked about you with Xiaofu before, but you always go to Huangquan recently, right?"

Yato finally felt bored, he turned on the TV quite skillfully, used the remote to find a station at random, and started using it with two minds.Fumeng and Yato left the table and sat in front of the TV. On the surface, they were watching TV, but they were actually talking about Huangquan, a topic that is quite taboo in the eyes of humans and gods.

The black-haired young man's beautiful face didn't contain any negative emotions, fear of death, disgust, or emotions such as curiosity, none at all. In his mouth, death probably meant death, and nothing else.

"Ah, because I'm not very comfortable with pens, I searched for pens that can be used, and finally found that the pen made by the goddess is the best." Fumeng's tone was cold and contemptuous, as if the author felt My own pen is not easy to use, so I randomly choose an easy-to-use pen.But Yato knew the meaning behind that, would the goddess in charge of Huangquan really be so kind?He still has doubts about this, not to mention that he always feels that he should have a little impression of the pen of the goddess of Huangquan, that little memory that will go out at any time like a firefly, hidden in too much darkness.

Just as Yato was frowning and thinking, Fumeng's calm voice stopped his thoughts. "There's no need to think so much. To me, it's just an ordinary pen."

The purple-haired Fujinshen looked over, and the juvenile-faced Two-faced God's eyelids drooped slightly, looking lifeless, and his golden pupils seemed to have turned into an ordinary and terrifying black at that moment.Yato patted his cheek with his hand, looked again, but found that it was the same as usual.Fumeng raised her eyelids, "Rather than worrying about me, it's better to worry about yourself. Haven't you found the artifact yet?"

When it comes to this topic, Yato is not energetic at all, he rolled his eyes, "How can it be so easy to find artifacts, suitable souls are not available everywhere." Fumeng rested her chin and thought for a while , "This kind of thing, you local gods are better aware of it, but you'd better find it quickly." Although you will be kicked out soon.Fumeng added the last sentence in his heart, he just looked at Yato with both eyes, and he knew what kind of state Taiyin is now. "Although Taiyin is very useful, it is also very risky."

Yato waved his hand, he had heard Fumeng say this many times.When he thought of the living, weird and beautiful knife, he couldn't help but sigh that it was exactly like its forger. "Obviously it's the New Year, but it feels similar to the previous days." Yato sighed, this is the life of the gods, the sense of time is quite vague, and after sleeping, he found that the vicissitudes of life are nothing more than that.

Fu Meng looked at the screen on the TV, and said in harmony: "Yes, it's another ordinary year." As if thinking of something, he smiled, although it was very shallow, but it was indeed a smile, "But , it's not annoying."

What is the desire of human beings?Apart from those far-fetched thoughts, it is probably the desire to be healthy and peaceful, to be successful in academics, to have a smooth relationship, ordinary, ordinary, but beautiful and happy wishes.

"Maybe I will visit many shrines today." Floating Dream softly explained his plan, wanting to visit all the shrines here, although he said so, but there must be a trade-off. "Speaking of which, I'm going to see Gaolongshen too." Yato heard his muttering, and thought for a while, "Gaolongshen... I remember, it seems to be Kibune Shrine, right? That's in Kyoto." Yato, the God of Misfortune, subconsciously avoids places like Kyoto, Heian-kyo, where monsters were rampant thousands of years ago, where the mystery is undoubtedly the highest, monsters, gods, dead, all kinds of things. All kinds of people and non-humans are intertwined together, retaining the ancient history, together with the breath of monsters and gods that have not yet dissipated.

The black-haired young god paused, and said in a rather surprised tone: "You still know about the Kibune Shrine?" His golden pupils widened slightly. He really didn't expect Yato to know about the Kibune Shrine. Things with Gao Longshen.Yetou had a stinky face, as if thinking of some bad memories, "I don't really know much about Gao Longshen's words, but ah, I know another guy."

Kifune Shrine may not be as famous as Ise Jingu Shrine or Fushimi Inari Shrine in Kyoto, but it still occupies a place, because on the side of the gods, Takaryujin undoubtedly belongs to the superior gods.The gods worshiped at Guichuan Shrine are not only Gaolongshen, but what Yato encounters is another one of them, who is also the god of water, Anlongshen.

Heavy black scale armor, blue pupils——

People's fantasy, mythical creature, dragon.

"Ah, it seems that you are with, no, have you been beaten by the Dark Dragon God?" Although it is a question, it has an unquestionable tone.Floating Dream is not too surprising, "In terms of human beings, the Dark Dragon God is a typical housekeeper, and he never leaves his nest easily. If it happens, something must have happened that makes him feel very important. Although I don't want to say it, but, looking at you, you should understand, right?"

Ye Dou had a dark face and looked quite upset. Of course he understood that the Dark Dragon God didn't know what he had done, and his heart and eyes were all about the lake where he lived!He was a downright unlucky guy who was shot flying and drenched in the water, but he was only affected, and the other party didn't remember it at all!However, Yato recalled the other party's casual glance, the blue pupils, like burning blue flames, ancient and vicissitudes, extremely heavy.

"Well, don't look at him like that, he's just quite lazy." The young god turned on the phone, opened the photo album a little clumsily, and showed Yato the photo. The black-haired young man had slightly curly hair and drooping eyelids, as if he was falling down. He will fall asleep in a second, and there are blue tattoos on some parts of his body, which are divine patterns.This drowsy young man is the Dark Dragon God, one of the gods worshiped at Guishen Shrine.

Yato looked away, "Of course these are not important!" His tone became depressed and resentful, "However, the money I saved to build the shrine at that time is all gone!" It seemed that he didn't say that enough, He repeated again with an emphatic tone: "It's all gone!" Fumeng looked as expected, after all, Yetou is a money addict but he can't save money, and he is completely clear about it.He put away his phone, "I said, you should also get rid of your bad habit of buying a bunch of junk with money, right?" Yetou is obviously a god, but he will always be easily deceived by those little tricks of humans Come to think of it, it's pretty amazing.

Fu Meng pressed the remote control and changed the channel. He had already watched enough of this boring and bloody family ethics drama, and now this one has become a documentary.Barely satisfied, Fumeng put down the remote control, "Obviously you are also a god." With an extremely flat tone, he stabbed countless knives in Yato's heart, and Yato clutched his heart, looking like he was about to pass out , but no one paid attention to his acting skills.

"It's really embarrassing for those artifacts that follow you, no wonder you will be kicked off." Fumeng has no doubts, the god of misfortune beside him likes to drink, spends money easily, and has sweaty hands. Pretty bad guy, no wonder artifacts don't last long.But even with all his flaws, he's still a good, qualified friend.

Thinking of this, the slender and beautiful boy suddenly looked over with a serious face, which made Yato startled and sat up. "Today is New Year's Day. According to human customs, red envelopes are given." Obviously he looked younger, but Fumeng pulled out a wallet from his sleeve like a magic trick, and in Yato's dazed In sight, he opened the wallet, which was full of [-] denomination banknotes, a dozen of them.The black-haired boy took out all the banknotes in his wallet as if he was treating useless white paper, and handed them to Yato, "Here, take it, I am much older than you." As if being hit on the head by gold, Yato took it in a daze, just about to pull it out, but felt a force, he raised his head, and the slender boy nodded lightly, "Happy New Year, Yato, again It's been a year."

The purple-haired God of Misfortune is almost speechless. In fact, not every New Year he, Xiaofu, or Fumeng can catch up with each other, but the other party still remembers the bland blessing, which makes the Wo Jinshen's heart calmed down, as if soaked in warm water.The ice blue pupils not only become dangerous and sharp when necessary, but also melt in tenderness and blessings. Yato smiled and said softly: "Happy New Year. Another year." The weak gods who would disappear and could only maintain their existence by charging five yuan spent another year.

"Xiaofu and Dahei also have them."

Yato looked at the figure who was going to give out red envelopes again, looked up to look at the sky, and suddenly remembered that he was at home now, and his friend's home was also home, and the vast sky became a ceiling, but it didn't make people feel very oppressive It is cramped, but it gives people a very reliable sense of peace of mind.

The mercury-haired girl not far away held the red envelope coldly, as if she didn't know what to do, she could only stare at him like this, and then was patted on the head by a young god who looked younger than her, and closed it coldly and shyly. Played a red envelope.Yato closed his eyes, and suddenly patted his palms together, as if making a wish at a shrine.

[Happy New Year, I hope we can spend the New Year together in the future.

New Year's 楽しみは、これからも一得に过ごせますように. 】