The north plain south wind raised his head.

Because of his "insight", he had no problem looking at things nearby.

Mio Natsume sat on the edge of the bed at some point. A white, round, snow-greasy long legs fell on the edge of the bed. The soft black hair that fell on her shoulders leaned forward, covering her long neck, giving her a gentle and gentle feeling, and was delicious.

Beiyuan Nanfeng sat on the ground, looked at her, and asked softly: "Have you woken up?

Natsume Mio leaned forward slightly, holding up Kitahara Nanfeng's wrist, her eyes were hazy and sleepy with fog, as if she was half-dream and half-awake.

"Brother Yes, are you a fool?"

Mio Natsume whispered: "If you sleep on the ground like this, you will catch a cold."

"It's okay, the weather is quite hot."

“…get up.”

Mio Natsume did not respond to him, but tried a little harder to pull him up.

Beiyuan Nanfeng did not obey and still sat on the ground.

A girl like Mio, from another perspective, is a novel feeling.

Warm and soft, beautiful, and delicious.

But Mio Natsume tried to pull it, but didn't pull it up, and she was obviously misunderstood.

She was silent for a while and complained in a low voice: "I was woken up by you. Why did you pinch me?... I would have fallen asleep if I knew it. Now I still have to worry about you, get up."

When Beiyuan Nanfeng heard this, his eyes naturally fell on her long snowy legs hanging on the edge of the bed and her small and delicate jade feet.

The feet are round, the toes are delicate and delicate, and they are well-proportioned and exquisite, just like the most perfect work of art in the world.

He stretched out his right hand and gently snatched it again.

“…”

Natsume Mio's face turned slightly red, she immediately woke up, and whispered: "Is it OK now? Get up..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng came to his senses and stood up with the force she pulled.

Natsume Mio quickly put away her snow legs that were hanging down on the edge of the bed, then slightly raised her snow-white jaw and looked at her righteous brother.

"Brother of righteousness."

"Um?"

Mio Natsume whispered: "...Don't do this in front of other girls, you will be regarded as a pervert."

"You won't?"

"I understand Brother Yi, and I can accept your little hobbies, but others may not be able to accept them."

While whispering a low warning, Mio Natsume tidied up the thin quilt on the bed, then slightly lifted the quilt and looked elsewhere, saying with a hint of shyness: "Don't hug you around... sleep."

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng hesitated for a while, but still lay down and got into the bed.

"It's so sleepy, it's all my fault."

As soon as Kitahara Nanfeng came up, Natsume Mio immediately complained again, and the long legs were gently swayed and kicked him.

“…”

Mio Natsume moved to him: "I took me away for a day, fell asleep and was woken up again when I came back. I still have to worry about you..."

"Feel sorry."

Nanfeng Kitahara apologized, gently reached out and put her around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Natsume Mio didn't struggle.

Beiyuan Nanfeng hugged her smoothly.

Natsume Mio rubbed Kitahara Nanfeng's neck with her head, then hugged him gently, and said coquettishly: "...Yi-brother, liar."

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled and said, "I admit it."

"Idiot... go to bed early and go to Enoshima tomorrow."

Natsume Mio's voice became lighter, and she seemed to be unable to resist her sleepiness: "Remember what I said, don't do this in front of other girls, you will be regarded as a pervert..."

"knew."

Natsume Mio hugged him tightly: "You can't treat me like that in front of others..."

"Um."

"Brother, big fool..."

“…”

After her last sentence, her breathing gradually became smoother and longer.

But the north wind can't sleep anymore.

...

Tokyo.

Prince Fushimi Miyaki Tatsukonai, the graceful and dignified woman, once again met Yuichiro Maruyama, the minister of the Countermeasures.

With blood in Maruyama Yuichiro's eyes, he spoke first: "Nakai Sumiko is near Enoshima, but she didn't go to the island."

"Normal." Zhenzi looked out the window and looked at the direction where Enoshima was. "She should also know her weakness."

Yuichiro Maruyama said respectfully: "...can I ask why? Your Highness."

Zhenzi looked back at him.

Yuichiro Maruyama bent over at her.

Zhenzi was silent for a while and asked, "Have you heard of that legend? The love story between the five evil dragons and the girl."

Yuichiro Maruyama didn't know why she suddenly mentioned this, but he still replied subconsciously: "I've heard it."

"Actually, that's just a delusion of fools. It's not a story of love, it's just a transaction."

"trade?"

Zhenzi shook his head and replied, "I don't know the specific situation. You just need to know that Enoshima actually does not belong to Japan."

Yuichiro Maruyama was stunned: "What does this mean? Although Enoshima lost contact with the land, it was because of the Kanto earthquake and the island body bulged..."

"Do you think the Hundred Days Ghost who kidnapped the Prime Minister of the Cabinet is a fool?"

Zhenzi interrupted him.

“…”

"He is not a fool. The reason why he ran to Enoshima was simply to seek protection from the Enoshima Shrine. Although Enoshima does belong to Japan, and I don't want to admit it, the light of Amaterasu Oshima does not shine on that island. I can tell you clearly that on that island, the three holy sages of "engraved" "eyes" and "utensils" cannot be used."

Zhenzi said, moving a few steps, coming to the table, pouring himself a glass of sake, and then siping it all.

Yuichiro Maruyama's breathing became rapid.

This is no trivial matter.

And this was said by the priest of the Ise Temple.

Very credibility.

"Don't be nervous." Zhenzi poured another glass of sake, then raised it in front of him and shook it gently, "It's just a small island."

"... Then what does this have to do with Sumiko Qihai? Even if the Three Saints cannot be used, the ability of Tianxuan should not be affected, right?"

“It has some impact, but not a big deal.”

Zhenzi drank the sake again and said, "It's probably a level of loss... However, Sumiko Nichi's words are not that simple. He is expected to become a regular level directly on the island."

Yuichiro Maruyama trembled suddenly: "…Why?"

Dong.

Zhenzi knocked the cup hard on the table, making a dull sound.

Then he turned around suddenly and looked at Yuichiro Maruyama's eyes, and a red light flashed in his eyes: "I can't tell you the reason, but you should be able to make up your mind, right? Minister Maruyama. I know you went back and thought about it carefully, and felt that you didn't need to ask for trouble for Sumiko Shinomiya for a moment, and wanted to give up.

Then I will tell you now that the other party will become a regular rank? Five clergymen in the Ise Temple, plus you, to fight against a regular rank, are you still not confident?"

Yuichiro Maruyama suddenly felt a little dazed.

After a long time.

He finally came to his senses and asked softly: "Your Highness, I will ask one last question, Sumiko Nichi... Who is it?"

"The common man's god of war."

Zhenzi exhaled a breath of turbid air: "At least now, what Amaterasu Dajiji said in person."

"……Understood."

Yuichiro Maruyama bowed vigorously: "I will go to Enoshima immediately, and as long as she is on the island, I will do my best."

...

Yuichiro Maruyama left.

Zhenzi.

Prince Fushimi Miyaki Satoko.

Looking at the thick night, I smiled.
Chapter completed!