However, there are really more and more petals, like fragrant snow falling from the sky. On a starless and moonless night, the streets are quiet and empty. Elegant lanterns emit the hazy light of the snowy moon, reflecting the eight-eight cherry blossoms blooming all over the street. On such a night, He Gai had a chance date with a strange wandering girl. The wandering girl was holding a red umbrella with graceful flowers and cranes painted on it. She turned her head, and the ends of her slender eyes were painted with a charming thin red. Smiling at the man under the cherry tree...
But at this time, there should be no flying flowers, nor should there be a beautiful meeting under the lamp. At this time, there are only monsters with unfathomable strength, like ghosts and gods, wearing black clothes that look like condolences, chasing the trespassers from Awakihara. intruder.
The girls' chuckles were like silver bells, echoing in all directions of the street. The laughter was high and low, just like the monsters playing in the mountains, playing hide and seek among the lush cherry blossoms, as if they could make people see their ankles made of frost and snow. There are golden bells tied on them, and when you step barefoot on the ground, a lotus flower blooms - there is actually more than one girl. If a lost man really strays into this place, he will not feel any fear of the unknown. He will only be fascinated by the laughter. He would rather pay the price with his life than leave everything behind and chase after everything. Go up and find out.
Wen Zheliu had already taken He Qin and quickly sneaked into the shadow of the building.
The city lord stopped and stood in mid-air, murmuring as if in a dream: "Who is it?"
The mountain cherry blossoms rippled like a sea, creating layer after layer of ripples in the wind. All the scattered petals gathered in mid-air, as if the essence of the flower and the moon had condensed. The beauty of this moment is better than all the beautiful scenes in the world. Twelve girls emerge from the sea of flowers. The twelve world-famous trees in full bloom are enough to burn the hearts of the world with admiration!
Even the city lord paused on the spot, as if he was lost in thought.
This is not a scene that ordinary people can imagine, nor is it a beauty that ordinary people can bear.
For normal people, romantic encounters in daily life are already a rare and rare event. When you go to work in the early morning, meeting a beautiful woman with charming eyes and enchanting posture on the street or on the tram can give the social animal the strength to open a social networking site on the way to get off work after a tiring day, and start to sigh with emotion, "Oh shit, I met a beautiful woman this morning. That’s so beautiful.” What if it’s at dusk, when the twilight is dim, or at midnight when the lights are dim? What if the beauty you meet is wearing a gorgeous dress, with peach blossoms and crane feathers on her long hair? What if, under the dim lights, there were still blooming cherry blossoms all over the street, with the wind blowing like rain, reflecting her charming smile and her beautiful eyes with longing glances
… What if there were twelve beautiful girls with dim lights, flowers falling like rain, and stunning makeup, smiling softly at you
He Qin slowly pinched the wound on his shoulder, forced it together with external force, and whispered: "General Jiaohua!"
——The sword is like a dream, the trump card is never easily used, the charming group composed of twelve girls, General Jiaohua.
Few people know what their abilities are. Even in the City of Nova, the number of times Li Zhengqing has used them can be counted on one hand. People only know that the power of this legion is as impressive as their beauty. Heartbroken, they are like stunning thunderbolts, possessing divine punishment under their lofty splendor. No one can resist their offensive and radiance that crushes the battlefield.
Unlike No One Sleeping, who was a man and had difficulty moving, Li Zhengqing took them straight towards the title of Guanjue Yangwu. In just one week, they were already quasi-gods under Taifu and Furisode Shinzo. Even the established forces among the gods have to make way for them.
"Warm Yang Chunyu... The branches are full of fragrance." The city lord whispered, with admiration in his tone, as if he didn't go down to Awakihara just to get rid of two people, but he went to Awakihara specifically to step on the fallen flowers. A world-renowned date.
A young girl raised her hopeful eyes and said with a smile: "Where did the guests come from?"
The city lord said: "I came here to kill people."
One asked about the origin, the other answered about the destination, and the conversation actually continued.
Wen Zheliu hurriedly treated the wound on He Qin's shoulder. His sword was the most powerful in the world, and he seemed to be born with the madness of "killing everyone". Even if the power of the sword was returned to him, the wound would still be extremely difficult to heal. The cracked flesh and blood had been spread flatly on both sides, and the texture and blood vessels were completely broken, as if they had never been connected together. He Qin used the strength of a tiger's mouth to force the broken area to close, and Wen Zheliu poured a large amount of high-level wound medicine on it, but it still had no effect.
"Don't be afraid," He Qin said, "I hid quickly and didn't break any bones."
Sweat flowed down Wen Zheliu's forehead: "What's going on? Does it hurt? How could he... Is he really Izanami?"
"It's okay, it's a small injury, it doesn't hurt." He Qin said, golden light radiating in his pupils, he was still calm, "I just have a very strange feeling, my knife... didn't hit anything."
"Missed?" Wen Zheliu was startled, "Missing is very rare, right? It's either a visual error, or it has no entity, it's just a shadow, or a ghost... But my boomerang is indeed a hit. He was hit by something and bounced away."
"He is like a mirror," He Qin said, "but it is not a physical mirror, but more like a concept that controls 'refraction', a realm of mirrors. He hides in it, and while the tip of the knife is poking in, , will also stick out symmetrically.”
He spoke abstractly, but Wen Zheliu completely understood what he meant.
"Not only is he very strong, he is also very troublesome." He looked at the city lord who was confronting General Jiehua, "I was careless."
At this time, another girl covered her mouth and smiled: "Killing? Only the king can decide the life and death of his subjects. Are you the king?"
"If you are not a king, do you have no right to kill?" The city lord sighed, "If the king's power is only to control life and death, wouldn't this king be too shabby?"
The girls giggled and gathered across from him: "Guests who like to play dumb are not good guests!"
"I don't understand. I don't understand. It's too profound!"
"Girls don't understand things that are too complicated. Girls are made of flowers, spices and moonlight. The simpler, the more beautiful. The guests really don't understand the style!"
It's really like a group of innocent and innocent female high school students, shyly but boldly gathering together, complaining all over the place that the dull boys in front of them don't understand the complex and sensitive thoughts of teenage girls. But if someone stands close, they will find that their jade-like necks exposed under the kimono are shining with sharp golden light, as if twelve murderous swords are wrapped in the satin-like skin.
"Don't stop me," the city lord sighed softly, "you must know that destroying flowers is a mistake that even heaven and earth cannot tolerate."
The girls still smile, beautiful smiles, gentle smiles, innocent smiles, and angry smiles, as if their lives have been soaked in the most beautiful things in the world, and they no longer need other expressions except laughter.
"Then you are the Lord of the Nightless City, a big shot just below the Taifu!" One of them clapped his hands, as if he had just discovered the identity of the man in black in front of him, "So, we can't stop you, God. There are stories about you among the people. They said that when they were about to become gods, you would summon them and tattoo various patterns on the backs of the quasi-gods. What about us? With our qualifications, Isn’t it worth your while?”
The city lord did not answer, but they had already relaxed their collars with a smile, like swans spreading their wings, with different postures, and invariably exposed their fragrant shoulders and jade necks. The gorgeous and colorful silks and brocades, contrasted with the twelve pure white and crystal colors, can make people lose their mind in an instant.
Kimono is a dignified clothing, which symbolizes the traditional Japanese aesthetic of women like Yamato Nadeshiko who are gentle, reserved, gentle and kind. The first person in history to be called Yamato Nadeshiko was the legendary Shizugozen, the most beautiful woman in ancient Japan and a peerless dancer of the Heian Dynasty. When she was fourteen years old, she was wearing a white dress and a golden black hat. While swinging her long sleeves, she sang the song "Jin Yi" and danced in front of the Shenquan Garden. Even the heavens were impressed by her beauty. It rained heavily. It was already five years later when she once again became the dancer Bai Paita and danced to overthrow the dynasty. At this time, she was Minamoto Yoshitsune's concubine. Her husband rebelled and was defeated, and she was taken into Kamakura Hachiman by Minamoto Yoritomo. Palace, was asked to perform dances at the National Games Ceremony. So Jing Yuqian put on a white dress again, raised her arms and sleeves at the grand sacrificial ceremony, and sang like she sang a cappella when she was fourteen years old, "I miss you nine times day and night, and we can only meet each other in dreams." She expressed her deep love for her husband without fear even if it angered Minamoto Yoritomo.
- As delicate as a Nadeshiko flower, as strong as an immutable stone, from then on, a steadfast woman like Shizugozen began to be called Yamato Nadeshiko. However, General Yuhua is not Jing Gozen. They don’t even have the reserved and elegant manners required by Japanese tradition. They all show off like enchantresses from the prosperous ancient Tang Dynasty across the sea. They are not bound by the kimono etiquette and show off their beautiful beauty without any pretense. The body calmly ordered the city lord to come forward.
This is a trap, and everyone present knows it. No one knows what kind of secrets these seemingly defenseless girls hide. Things that are too beautiful are often too dangerous. The city lord looked at them, his ever-changing face full of emotions, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Wen Zheliu moved his nose, and he smelled the sharp murderous aura that filled the night with the dancing cherry blossoms.
"It takes time to choose a tattoo, and it also takes time to prepare." After a long confrontation, the city lord finally spoke, with an inexplicable smile in his voice, "The Oiran election is approaching. After three weeks, I will... come to find you in person. .”
His figure spread like water waves and disappeared in place.
After a long silence, He Qin said: "Let's go."
Wen Zheliu also felt strange: "He just left like that..."
The two of them were lying in the dark, looking at the figures of the generals. Of course Wen Zheliu would not naively think that the monster that looked like Izanami, which could even deflect He Qin's sword, would do anything for these twelve people. Frightened by her beauty, she fled in embarrassment in the middle of the night. In his eyes, this scene was more like a game for the city lord. Chasing them to the vicinity of Yangwu was a game, ridiculing them was a game, being intercepted by General Jiehua was still a game, and the purpose was just to see what else they could do. Now that he had witnessed the stunning beauty of the girls, he clapped his hands and left with satisfaction... But if Li Zhengqing hadn't come to the rescue, they would indeed have had a hard fight tonight, and maybe even the plan to endure the humiliation and wear women's clothing for more than a week would have been scrapped. .
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"Where are Du Zijun and the others?" Wen Zheliu helped He Qin stand up, "Should everything be okay?"
He Qin said: "What can happen to them? The biggest hidden danger has been led away by us..."
Before he could finish his words, a large group of generals in the sky had already come over with a huff and puff. They kept looking at them with their big curious eyes.
"No. 1 in the world..."
"There is also the second best person in the world..."
"I heard they are a couple..."
"Do you still want to hear about this? Look at the way they are hugging each other..."
Chirping, chirping, chirping, Zheliu's face froze when he heard it. Faced with so many beautiful faces that suddenly came over, even if he was used to seeing Long Ji, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
He Qin smiled helplessly. He straightened up, his other hand still holding Wen Zheliu's waist possessively, slightly leaning his body weight towards him, and said gently: "You are here, where is Captain Li?"
Facing his molten gold eyes, the girls actually blushed quietly, and one of them replied: "Our group leader said that from now on we will all be in a cooperative relationship, and tonight's small favor is not worth mentioning. As for what you said... said What's going on?"
She scratched her hair and asked the girl next to her blankly.
"It's about voting, you idiot! The group leader said she will come down to discuss it with you in person, just tomorrow!"
"I'm not an idiot, you idiot!"
Just as a small quarrel was about to break out, Wen Zheliu suddenly saw two figures on the rising eaves. As expected, they were Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan. The two seemed to be carrying something big. One after another they fell to the ground.
"How about it!" Du Zijun rushed over, "You didn't..."
Suddenly stunned, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he quickly turned around and walked away. General Jie Hua, who rushed behind him, was drowned like a tide, and they all screamed in surprise: "Hey, why is it you! We have wanted to come here for a long time. Looking for you!"
"But I just don't have time, those ghosts are too annoying!"
Du Zijun staggered around in the girl's body in embarrassment, but he couldn't scream and get out of the way quickly, otherwise he would soon attract the ghost warriors from Yangwu... Although the movement now was loud enough.
Xie Yuanyuan was startled and stopped to watch curiously. There was a big sack beside him. Wen Zheliu looked at it and saw that it actually held up a human figure. He asked Xie Yuanyuan: "What did you bring back?"
Xie Yuanyuan looked back and saw that He Qin was injured, and was shocked again: "Ah! Brother He, your shoulder... Well, let's talk about this guy when we get back. In short, the situation is very complicated."
When Du Zijun finally got rid of General Yuhua's entanglement, and the four of them secretly returned to the room together with the big sack, the maids all retreated, and Fang Xiangshi and Huihunxiang had also left, only sitting on the table for They left a letter and wrote a few words to express their gratitude for fulfilling their mission.
Wen Zheliu didn't care about this, and quickly pulled He Qin to sit down, untied his hastily treated wounds, and put on new bandages and hemostatic medicine. He Qin told what they had discovered tonight. Looking at his injuries, Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan was silent for a while.
"It can hurt you. The strength of this city lord is not only that of ghosts and gods, but also better than ghosts and gods." He wiped off the makeup marks on his face and did not notice that there was a sprig of daylilies stuck randomly in his hair. Xie Yuanyuan looked at it with fear for a long time. I wanted to help him pull it off for the first time, but I didn't seize the opportunity. "It makes sense for you to guess that he is Izanami."
"But, that's a mythical figure..." Xie Yuanyuan hesitated a little, and secretly traced the back of Du Zijun's head with his fingers, "Izanami, how can you fight such an awesome character?"
He Qin waited until he finished bandaging Zheliu, gave him a drink of water, and said, "Ignore this for now, what did you bring back tonight?"
Du Zijun twitched his lips: "I was about to tell you."
He pulled the sack over and ripped it open, revealing a human face: "See for yourself."
What kind of character is this that can make Du Zijun show such a subtle and unspeakable expression
Wen Zheliu leaned over curiously. It was a good thing that he didn't look at it. When he took a look, the tea in his mouth that he had not swallowed turned into a rainbow of light refraction and sprayed on the man's face.
He Qin: "..."
"Wait, isn't this... isn't this?!"
The man in the sack closed his eyes tightly, and there was a wrinkle of pain and discomfort between his eyebrows. It was obvious that he was knocked unconscious and forcibly carried back, but the black hair, the deep eyes and the high nose, and...
Wen Zheliu reached in and pulled hard twice, pulling out a cross necklace with a naked woman on it.
"...Oh my God! Isn't this the Saint Sister's sweetheart who tricked my father?!"
Faced with his incredible question, Xie Yuanyuan nodded slowly and solemnly, and Du Zijun nodded reluctantly.
"That's right," Xie Yuanyuan said, "Although I don't know why a priest like him would appear in such an unorthodox place. He himself is still wandering around under the Taifu's tower. Haha, it's even more unorthodox, so I just followed him. Sister decided to knock him out first and bring him back..."
"Wait, wait, wait, the focus is completely wrong, right?" Wen Zheliu grabbed his hair and said with great force, "It doesn't matter whether he is serious or not, what matters is that the world line is completely chaotic! He is here, that Where is the priest of the monastery? He’s gone, just gone?”
While several people were staring at each other, perhaps the tea he had sprayed out earlier had an effect. The monk groaned, the muscles on his face twitched, he frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.
The color of these eyes is darker than those of Theresa and the Holy Son. They are as bright as blue cornflowers and always make people think of the sky of the Aegean Sea and many beautiful and untouchable things.
The man said blankly: "What am I...where am I?"