Tamamo Mae walked slowly to the edge of the sofa, took out something in the shape of a remote control board from the cushion, and turned on the surveillance screen.
Outside the door, stood a neon country man in a suit and leather tie.
The oil temperature was just right. Ronan put the fish into the pot, making a sizzling sound.
He glanced at the monitor and said nothing.
Tamamo Mae stared at the busy back, with a hint of charm in her tone: "The owner of the house is here, what do you think...should I open the door, or not?"
The owner of the house should be Kitano Taro who sent the flowers.
Ronan was not in the mood to play psychological games: "It's not good to make others wait. Go ahead and drive, or I'll go?"
"Idiot." Tamamo-mae pouted and walked out of the living room.
"Wait a minute." Ronan seemed to have thought of something and shouted: "That tail of yours..."
Tamamo Mae looked back and smiled: "It's something that most people can't see."
After that, he turned around and left.
After both sides of the fish were fried until golden brown, Ronan turned off the gas valve and took it out of the pan and put it on a plate.
Following the sound of footsteps, Tamamo Mae returned to the living room.
Taro Kitano, who came to the door, was nowhere to be seen.
Ronan came to the table with the fish and said with a smile: "Send it away now?"
Tamamo-mae smiled but didn't answer, and stepped forward to hold his arm: "Come on, haven't you always wanted to know?"
"what do you know?"
Before Ronan could take a bite, he was dragged out of the living room by Tamamo Mae.
The two of them walked along the corridor to the outside of a wing, and a man's voice came from inside.
"Ah... Xiaoyu... you are awesome... so comfortable... I love you so much..."
Ronan looked strange, what's going on here
Seeing his embarrassment, Tamamae covered her mouth and snickered, without explaining, she just opened the wooden door.
Kitano Taro, who was wearing a suit and leather tie, sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his right hand with his left hand, kissing constantly, and hugging the air.
With such a mesmerizing expression, his mouth was almost watering.
?
Ronan's mouth twitched when he saw a grown man committing suicide.
This state of devotion is no longer considered a charm, but an illusion.
Tamamo Mae raised her hand and poked Ronan's nose, and said coquettishly: "Hmph, don't think I don't know what's going on in your mind."
Ronan felt a little funny: "What was I thinking?"
Tamamo-mae raised her head: "I'm not a casual fox. Don't even think about touching me if you don't like any man."
"Okay, okay, arrogant ghost." Ronan stroked his peach-colored hair, raised his chin slightly toward the room, and said, "Where is he, what are you going to do with him?"
"Don't worry about him. He will leave when he gets tired. His wife is still waiting for him at home." Tamamo Mae held Ronan's arm and smiled sweetly: "Let's go and eat fish."
There is a wife who still wants to hide her beauty in a golden house, tsk tsk tsk.
Ronan glanced into the room, shook his head, and returned to the living room with Tamamo Mae.
After eating, the two turned on the TV and lay on the sofa watching variety shows from this world.
The content is a bit on the edge, but the scale is right and not over the line.
She still looks quite happy, much prettier than a running girl or something.
The two of them were like lovers, watching TV quietly without any sense of surprise.
Ronan felt that the time was almost up, so he touched her tail and began to spy on the information: "Tamamo-mae, you..."
Tamamo Mae hugged his neck and said with a smile: "Don't be so harsh, just call me Xiaoyu."
It's like being young all of a sudden like old times. It’s different for a woman who suddenly becomes old again.
Regardless of whether she is a lolita or a royal sister, Tamamo Mae maintains her youthful appearance.
Ronan had thought about this issue before traveling through time.
Why are there those senior sisters and witches who have practiced for thousands of years in fairy tales and fantasy novels
It can make readers relate and enjoy reading.
If it were an older woman in her fifties, wouldn't she be too interested
A two thousand year old woman who still looks like a girl, and a fifty year old woman.
If you have to choose, most people will choose the former.
If you were asked to hide your age, most people would still choose the former.
This shows that age is not the determining factor in choice.
Appearance is.
This is an era of looking at faces.
The same is true even in other worlds with different backgrounds.
It's so real.
"Okay, Xiaoyu." Ronan changed his words: "How long are you going to stay here?"
"Well..." Tamamo-mae raised her head and thought seriously, then responded: "I should stay for a while. Those old guys won't let me leave Tokyo easily."
Ronan knew who the old guy was talking about, so he held her in his arms and asked, "Weren't you chased by the God of Fortune because of the theft of your famous sword? Then do you know the reason for the theft?"
Tamamo Mae shook his head: "The stolen sword is called Kikuichi Monji norimune, and it was the sword of the Earth Emperor before the Neon Kingdom. I don't know about the others."
It turns out that in this world, he is called the Earth Emperor.
Tamamo Mae didn't know much about the theft of the famous sword.
She just came to Tokyo for a trip, but she got into this kind of thing inexplicably, and was chased by the God of Fortune, demanding a famous sword.
"Huh?"
Tamamo-mae noticed something strange, suddenly broke away from her arms, and looked out of the courtyard warily.
The fiery red tail also became three, and she took on an obvious alert posture in her royal sister state.
Is the God of Fortune coming
Ronan called up the system, ready to load files at any time.
If Kunsha Menten tracks down here, he will immediately load the file and go back to remind Tamamo to evacuate early.
A dark shadow came in from the courtyard and quickly walked into the light of the living room.
First, a pair of slender legs entered the light range, then denim hot pants, tattoos on the abdomen and arms, and finally a pure face of first love.
Three hits Yua!
Ronan was a little surprised and exclaimed: "Why are you here?"
"The car has its location. Fortunately, you drove away." Sanxia Yuya raised his hand and pointed outside, his eyes fixed on Sanbi Tamamo, with a vigilant look on his face: "Where did you come from, you fox demon, Li Luo?" Sang stay away!"
"The raccoon demon at that time." Tamamozae glanced back at Ronan, showed an unknown smile, and asked: "Girlfriend?"
Ronan shook his head.
He has taught Yuya equestrian three times, but due to the interference of the God of Fortune, he has not had any in-depth communication.
"Fire friend?" Tamamo Mae asked again, the smile on his lips getting wider.
In order to achieve a quick strategy, Ronan had deceived Yuya three times in other timelines.
Faced with this question, he hesitated for a few seconds.
That said, the two of them had never had sex.
Say no, it almost happened again.
The relationship between the two, to be precise, should be between friends and hot friends.
Women's sixth sense is very keen.
With just this brief pause, she understood the meaning.
"I understand." Tamamo nods, comes to Ronan's side, and raises his head: "Human life is very short. I don't care how many women you have. I only recognize that you are my man."
Before Ronan could respond, she grabbed his tie with a faint smile on her face: "I know what you are thinking. You can keep her, but I must be your real girlfriend."
"Well… "
Faced with the sudden change in attitude, Ronan swallowed.
A different kind of harem drama is quietly kicking off...