This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

There are a lot of things hidden in the Sifang house, but a few days of preparation time is too late to investigate the things hidden behind the Sifang house.

However, in contrast to the Sifang family, Beichuan Temple did not reveal his situation.

"But the other party can actually detect the existence of us and the poor." Asamiya Yongshi knelt in the air, his slender eyebrows frowned: "It feels like that maiden should have hidden something."

"Yuehuijing is one aspect, and the other is that she is completely unaware of the existence of kind thoughts...There must be a problem in this."

"Indeed." Kitagawa Temple finished drinking the coffee at hand, then tapped on the table and said: "She, as a maiden who serves the moon reading, shouldn't have the slightest bit of kindness. Master Haneda and Master Onoji should also be very clear ."

It was clear, but Master Haneda and Master Onodera were obviously not so stunned to ask Sifang Kaguya directly.

After all, others just want to conceal their secrets in front of you, and it would be too ignorant to ask them again.

"Yeah." Asamiya Yongshi nodded gently, and fell from the air, half kneeling beside Beichuan Temple, and at the same time reached out and picked up the coffee pot next to him to refill the coffee for him.

Looking at the brown vortex swirling in the cup, Asamiya Yongshi said: "Tomorrow is the day of departure, should the things that Mr. Temple needs to prepare are almost ready, right?"

Beichuan Temple held the coffee cup and drank the coffee in the cup again, and then replied: "I said it was a preparation. In fact, I have prepared a few more flashlights and a few rations."

He stretched out his hand to stop Asamiya Eternal, who slowly wanted to continue to refill coffee for him:

"I'm almost here today, I'm going to rest."

As Beichuan Temple spoke, he looked sideways to the pitiful Nishikujo and the gods in Makie.

Poor Nishikujo didn't know what was wrong recently. It seemed that he was fascinated by aerobics again. He even made a horizontal parallel bars and a small wooden horse with electric drills, wooden bars, and iron nails.

Although she hadn't pinched the electric drill several times, the electric drill hit her ass, but it was not hurtful, it was always done by her.

At this time, Nishikujo was pitying her climbing up and down on the parallel bars, while Kamizumi Maki was concentrating on the game on her mobile phone.

Seeing the seemingly insecure appearance of the two of them, Asamiya Yongshi on the side only gave a dry cough, and raised his soft pretty face: "Two, Sijun is about to rest."

When she said this, her voice was mild and her timbre pure, but she could make the temperature drop a few degrees out of thin air.

The poor little puppet of Nishikujo stagnated, and fell to the tabletop with a clatter and stiffened.

On the other side, Kamizumi Maki almost didn't hold his mobile phone, and was in a hurry for a while.

When Kamizumi Maki steadily picked up his cell phone and planned to complain about it later——

A pair of black eyes were already close, staring at her.

Those eyes that were clearly filled with tenderness made God Zhu Maki shiver. When she moved her mouth, the complaint that had reached her lips changed the taste:

"I'm planning to take a rest! Forever! Going to the shrine of the Sifang family tomorrow, right?! Let's see how your sister I behave!"

As she said, she also pulled up the long sleeves of her witch dress, revealing her slender, snow-white arms.

"Please rest." Asamiya Yongshi repeated again, her eyes seemed to have a mess of black lines: "Temple is going to rest. My sister is about to rest, right?"

"Yes, that's right!" God Zhu Maki nodded vigorously, her whole body turned into a light golden air current, and she plunged into the Kagura bell in an instant.

"Then I will rest too, Mr. Temple."

Ma Gong bowed his head forever, and his voice was gentle.

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple replied, "Go."

After Asamiya entered the Kagura Bell for the eternal age, Beichuan Temple moved his shoulders and lay on the bed.

Tomorrow is the time to gather, so take a rest early and replenish your energy, which is also convenient for activities.

......

The next day, in front of Haneda Temple.

"Master Kitagawa, good morning." Master Haneda and Master Onodera proclaimed the Buddha's name together and greeted Kitagawa Temple.

Kitagawa Temple nodded and lifted the backpack up: "Good morning, Master Haneda, Master Onodera."

After greeting, Kitagawa Temple looked at the motorcade behind Master Haneda and Master Onodera.

There are five ordinary black commercial vehicles in a row.

It seems that this time we are going to set off in these cars.

Beichuan Temple's expression moved slightly, and he looked back as if he was aware of it.

At some point, accompanied by the two bodyguards, Sifang Huiye was already standing behind him.

"Everyone, Gui'an." Sifang Huiye is still holding a moonlight mirror.

But if you look carefully, you will find that her face has a light makeup, and her hair is braided with white sandalwood paper and left behind.

She walked over with small steps: "From now on, we will get in the car and head to Nara Prefecture. Do you have any questions before you leave?"

Sifang Huiye glanced at the three people in front of him, and found no objection among them, so he nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's set off now."

Master Haneda and Master Onodera had obviously been notified of which car to get on, but Kitagawa Temple had just arrived, and they didn't know much about these rides.

He was just about to find a driver to ask about it, and then he was stopped by Sifang Huiye behind him.

"Master Beichuan." Sifang Huiye walked quickly to Beichuan Temple with the moon mirror in his hand: "If you don't mind, can you share a car with me?"

She looked up at Beichuan Temple slightly, and asked in an empty tone.

Before Beichuan Temple could answer, the bodyguard standing next to Sifang Huiye changed his face and spoke first: "Miss Sifang, how can you do it without authorization..."

The bodyguard did not finish speaking, Sifang Huiye already turned his head coldly and asked:

"What? I don't even have the qualifications to choose a person to share a car with me? Besides, I also think that proper contact with Master Beichuan can accomplish the task assigned to me by the Sifang Family this time."

Her sudden cold tone caused the Sifang family bodyguard to lower his head hurriedly, not daring to say more.

"...Please. Master Beichuan." Seeing that the other party stopped talking, Sifang Huiye stretched out his hand to invite.

"..." Beichuan Temple stared at Sifang Huiye silently.

The conversation between the other party and the bodyguard just now gave Beichuan Temple an illusion.

The bodyguards around her didn't seem to be protecting her, but were more inclined to...monitor her.

As the daughter of the Sifang family, why should she endure such treatment?

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple retracted his sight from Sifang Huiye:

"It's not a big deal to ride in the same car, but I still have to remind Kaguya Miko in advance."

"remind?"

Sifang Huiye blinked and asked curiously, "What kind of reminder is it?"

The man in front of me is someone who can help me... and the other person is quick-thinking, reminded from him... I really should listen carefully.

In Sifang Huiye's thoughts, Beichuan Temple calmly said, "I already have a girlfriend."

Uh ...

Sifang Huiye's expression was dull.

Beichuan Temple is worried...Does he have any intentions against him?

Uh... Although it is indeed an attempt, it is not in this sense.

It took a long time for Sifang Huiye to react.

An arc of smile appeared on her pretty face: "Well. Master Beichuan reminded Hui Ye to keep it in mind."

After saying this, Sifang Huiye also stretched out his hand, pointing to the direction of the car that picked her up, and said kindly:

"Then what I have to say is finished, please come here, Master Beichuan."

She stepped on small steps to lead the way, and then entered the car.

Beichuan Temple followed closely behind and got into the car.

When the two of them were all seated, the convoy drove forward.

In fact, nothing happened when Sifang Huiye shared a car with Beichuan Temple, because as soon as Beichuan Temple got on the car, he took out his mobile phone and scanned the page of his urban ghost story office.

This month, Beichuan Temple has updated a lot of content.

Although he didn't take any photos, the pitiful Nishikujo hidden in his body has never been idle.

When removing spirits at Beichuan Temple, these two good spirits also took photos from various tricky angles.

This has also made the homepage he manages even more popular. Just by reading private messages, you can see many advertisements that manufacturers hope to cooperate with Beichuan Temple.

But Beichuan Temple didn't care about these things at all, he just glanced roughly at the news in this regard, and then skipped it.

His fingers flicked, opened the private mail box, and looked down in a familiar manner.

And just as Beichuan Temple glanced down, a slightly curious voice from Sigiya Kaguya came from the side:

"Mages like you, Master Beichuan... Do you usually play mobile phones as a pastime?"

"It's a pastime." Beichuan Temple turned his head and squeezed toward the car door.

Sifang Huiye's head was already leaning over, and he had to make such a move.

Beichuan Temple continued: "Hui Ye Miko, it seems that your knowledge of the profession of'Mage' is still in the last century. The concept that'Mage does not use mobile phones' is undoubtedly stale."

He stared at his phone screen:

"Don't say me, even Master Haneda, Master Onodera, and their temples have special official websites to show the pilgrims the scenery and attract them to come to worship."

"...Is that the case? My usual life is to recite the words, learn Kagura dance, learn the etiquette of witches... these things. Although there is a mobile phone, my home has always controlled my use. I usually watch it. The TV also has a time limit, and I can only watch the programs selected for me at home."

Is there such a thing?

Beichuan Temple frowned.

The life of a rich man really makes him puzzled.

If Beichuan Temple is allowed to live in Sifang’s house like Sifang Huiye, although he will not be able to live without ifi and mobile phone, it is certain that he will not adapt.

The Sifang Family's way of cultivating Sifang Huiye is not like cultivating heirs, but rather like cultivating a maiden who is only cultivating Yue Mingming.

It's not like cultivating heirs...?

Beichuan Temple raised his head if he noticed.

Then he saw Sifang Huiye's pretty face close at hand.

The black hair strands bundled with white sandalwood paper fell between two, and the white face revealed a pink face with a scent of cherry blossoms. For such a lovely girl——

Beichuan Temple stretched out her hand without hesitation and pushed her face away, her voice unchanged, "It's too close, Kaguya Miko."

"???" Sifang Huiye.

Sifang Huiye had never been treated like this before.

At least I was disgusted by someone reaching out and pushing his face away... This kind of treatment has never been suffered.

"..." Sifang Huiye opened his mouth, trying to say something but couldn't say it.

In the end, she could only cough twice, trying to relieve the embarrassment now.

But this behavior has no effect.

Beichuan Temple retracted his hand after pushing her away, stuffed the phone into his pocket, and closed his eyes.

With that look of disgust, Sifang Huiye couldn't help but touch his face.

Could it be...she actually looks ugly?

Otherwise, why did Beichuan Temple have such a big reaction?

At least according to common sense, reaching out to push a girl’s face... is already very impolite, right?

"You look beautiful."

The voice of Beichuan Temple rang.

He didn't know when his closed eyes were already opened. After thinking about it, he added: "But it's not as good as my girlfriend."

"...Really?" Sifang Huiye held the mirror, and didn't know how to answer Beichuan Temple's words.

She could only look at Beichuan Temple, and then glanced at the driver in front of her.

As she expected, the driver was also attracted by the movement behind her, and her eyes were fixed on her through the rearview mirror.

It failed...

Sifang Huiye was holding the magic mirror, and the folded...nearly invisible piece of paper was tightly gripped by her.

She exhaled and sat upright.

The driver in front had already turned his gaze, and it was impossible to hand over something under the other's nose.

Thinking of this, Sifang Huiye could only make his expression more natural, trying to prevent the other party from seeing any flaws.

But she was still a little unwilling.

If you miss this opportunity... it will really be your last chance.

But I can't do anything.

Sifang Huiye sighed slightly in his heart.

In the list of peers this time, she played a purely tragic role.

That's it.

The inside of the car fell silent again, and Beichuan Temple and Sifang Huiye closed their eyes.

But compared to the disappointment in Sifang Huiye's heart, Beichuan Temple's heart beats.

He has noticed it.

Sifang Huiye seemed to want to convey something to him.

The ordinary question and answer and a series of actions by the other party just now have revealed her thoughts.

But this Sifang Huiye was obviously inexperienced.

From the moment I got on the bus, Beichuan Temple could already feel the gaze of the driver in front.

The other party was always distracted, and while driving, he looked at him from time to time.

Especially when Sifang Huiye had a conversation with him, the driver also deliberately slowed down the car, diverting most of his attention.

These Quartet Huiye are not clear.

She wanted to express something awkwardly, but she didn't know that such unskilled and redundant movements would reveal more things.

Because of this, Beichuan Temple stretched out her hand and pushed her face away from her, making her look cold and wanting to draw a clear line with her.

But after making this kind of action, Beichuan Temple will naturally think about it.

Why did Sifang Huiye make such a move? What message does she want to convey to herself?