The so-called garden party actually refers to the parade of mountain gods.
From the first day of the Mountain God Festival, there will be a carefully selected envoy carrying the mountain god's honor, led by a female officer in a formal dress, accompanied by musicians playing Gagaku, and will tour the entire Royal Mountain starting from the courtyard.
The shrine must be an unmarried girl. Before the parade, the girl must wash her body to remove all dirt before she can sit in the shrine.
When Fujiwara Izaya came out of the teahouse, he happened to see the mikoshi carrying the divine envoy parading past.
The angel wearing twelve separate clothes, his beautiful appearance looks elegant and gorgeous against the backdrop of the attire.
"So happy." Kawashima Miji said sarcastically.
She saw the image of the mountain god in a portable palanquin being held in the arms of a divine messenger.
"God's envoys are all sixteen-year-old beautiful human girls." Xia Xili added jealousy next to her.
"Oh~"
Kawashima Meiji raised an eyebrow.
Her next sentence was probably a sarcastic "Yamagami-sama knows how to enjoy it." Fujiwara Izaya pulled her into his arms and kissed her before she could say anything: "I want you to be the envoy next year."
Kawashima Miji pushed him away impatiently and replied lukewarmly: "I don't want to sit on it and be looked at like a monkey."
"Where can any monkey be as beautiful as my wife?" Fujiwara Izaya pinched her cheek.
Only then did Kawashima Meiji hum with satisfaction.
Will he pinch me like this... Kasahara Fuka-Eri blinked and subconsciously hid behind Xia Xili.
However, Xia Xili stretched out her hand and pushed her to Fujiwara Izaya.
"..."
hateful!
Kasahara Fuka-Eri thought to herself, both men and women in this family are so bad.
As the musicians played faintly, they followed the procession and continued to move forward.
The weather is sunny and cloudless today.
The Yamagami Parade has a classical charm. Since this is the most important festival in the entire world of monsters, the customs and habits of the Heian-kyo period, which has the strongest color of monsters, will be expressed in the honor guard as much as possible. Not only the costumes are full of ancient style, but also the historical figures
Celebrities will also be shown.
Fujiwara Izaya acted as the narrator, introducing the characters to the two new ladies.
"Did you see that beautiful and noble woman? She is the eighth daughter of Emperor Hitaka, the Princess of the Imperial Palace. And the woman over there dressed as a geisha is Izumo Okuno, the founder of Kabuki. That is Shizugozen, and the other one
Queen Tian, Ono Komachi, one of the Six Songs Sen, Murasaki Shikibu, the female official who wrote "The Tale of Genji", the one in the white priest uniform is Abe Seimei, and the inseparable one next to him is Ashiya Michimi..."
In addition to Waka poets, priests and beautiful women, there are of course Oda Nobunaga, Toyotomi Hideyoshi and other dynasty officials and generals. This honor guard is like a Kyoto custom scroll, quite long, and full of bright and luxurious atmosphere of the festival.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes were fixed on a woman in gorgeous clothes for a long time.
The woman was wearing a crimson kimono with narrow sleeves and white patterns, and her hair was pulled into a noble bun. Her sleeve bands and the thin belt exposed from her culottes were red. Viewed from a distance, the woman
Her noble beauty is impeccable. The bangs on her forehead are black and shiny, and her double eyelids are really beautiful.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt a little familiar.
Especially those eyes, they are so similar to my mother's eyes...
"Are you looking at that woman?" Xia Xili noticed something strange about her and came over to explain, "That is Tokiwa's wife, the mother of Minamoto Yoshitsune."
"No wonder she is so noble and beautiful."
"It's beautiful, but..."
"But what?"
"It feels a bit familiar."
You also discovered it... Kasahara Fuka-Eri became more and more certain who it was, "Let's go..." She quickly turned around and planned to go away, but she soon found Fujiwara Izaya standing behind her.
Unable to move, he asked: "Fujiwara, what are you going to do next?"
"While Fuka-Eri was watching the parade, I was also secretly watching you. Didn't you notice?"
"shut your mouth."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glared at him coldly and lowered her head.
She has bright orange hair and wears a casual kimono with chrysanthemums supported by green leaves. The fresh composition makes her look quite innocent and traditional Japanese elegance.
Fuka-Eri is getting cuter and cuter... Fujiwara Izaya felt satisfied for a while.
The procession continued to move forward, and they continued to follow behind.
The slender branches of the August cherry blossoms on both sides of the road have hung down to the middle of the road. They are full of pink cherry blossoms in clusters. Although there is no wind, the branches are swaying gently, forming a line of cherry blossoms here.
aisle.
The parade passed by a steep slope, and Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who was wearing high-heeled clogs.
However, Kasahara Fuka-Eri walked effortlessly. Noticing Fujiwara Izaya's gaze, she asked with a straight face: "Why do you always look at me like that?"
"It's so beautiful!" Fujiwara Izaya showed what he thought was a charming smile.
He even got married with coaxing and deception. In front of this sister, he didn't have to restrain his little thoughts.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri stopped and turned her eyes away to look at the roadside.
There happened to be a cherry tree in sight, its branches were stretched out, and its petals were covered with cherry blossoms.
"It's indeed quite beautiful..." She shrugged slightly and said nonchalantly: "The cherry blossoms bloom very femininely. They are beautiful in terms of color, charm, charm, and moistness."
"I'm talking about you."
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya smiled and emphasized again: "Fuka-Eri, I'm talking about you!"
"..."
"How can there be such a beauty in the world!"
"Shut up!"
Perhaps what he said suddenly became explicit, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face looked very unnatural.
Fujiwara Izaya came over and whispered in her ear: "The elegant kimono among the cherry blossoms makes your beauty even more charming. If you wear colorful clothes, you will be even more beautiful..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, whose ears were itching, couldn't help but think of the phoenix-coronet kapei set in the room.
Wearing that kind of bright wedding dress was so embarrassing... She couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Along the way, there will be a small pavilion or teahouse every 100 meters as a temporary resting place. However, because there are so many guests, the tea sets and snacks are in short supply. You can often see a large family of monsters or monsters.
A scene of human beings wearing formal kimonos and traveling happily. A child holds an adult's hand, swaying and laughing all the way.
On the river and lake not far away, one or two painted boats sailed by from time to time, taking guests for a boat trip.
The procession passed through the courtyard and along the river.
Fujiwara Izaya separated from the parade here and stepped into a dim tree-lined path by the lake. The air in the path was fresh and there were no tourists. After walking in, the fragrance of young leaves and wet earth filled his nostrils.
The lush greenery and irises leaves make the cherry blossoms on the shore even more dazzling.
Fujiwara Izaya took the lead and led them onto the stepping stone by the lake.
This is called "wading", and it is a waterway paved with round stepping stones. Only one person can pass through it at a time. After the three beauties stepped on it, they had to lift up the hem of their kimono a little.
"I'll carry you over there." Fujiwara Izaya bent down in front.
Kawashima Miji followed closely behind him, her cheek resting lazily on his back.
"It is said that couples who walk through this wading river together will stay together forever."
"Is there such a thing?"
"I said yes," Fujiwara Izaya said confidently.
Kawashima Miji held her ears with both hands: "You are making it up."
"Yes, I just made it up." Fujiwara Izaya patted her butt through the kimono, "But I am the master, and whatever I say is what I say. Miss Meiji, recognize your identity!"
Kawashima Miji used her right hand hard to wrap around his neck and strangle him.
"Hey! It's about to fall, let go -"
"If it falls, it will drown you, you scumbag!"
"If you want to die for me, just dream! Oh, it hurts——"
While twisting his ears, Kawashima Miji put her lips to his ears, her warm breath and charming voice teased: "Tonight I will hide a knife under the pillow, and when you are comfortable, I will stab you to death."
.”
"Let's see who stabs whom!" Fujiwara Izaya laughed loudly and started running with her on his back.
After walking on the last stepping stone, there is a whole cherry blossom forest on the shore.
The gorgeous cherry blossoms were in full bloom, covering the entire sky.
As soon as Kawashima Miki came down from behind Fujiwara Izaya, the breeze blew gently, and flower petals fell on her feet and shoulders.
Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand to flick open the petals on her shoulders, and gently pinched her chin: "It is said that couples who kiss in this cherry blossom forest will be together forever."
"Don't coax me." Kawashima Meiji smiled and glared at him.
"I'm not kidding you. It is said that three hundred years ago, the old mountain god met his wife here, and from then on..."
"What is the name of the old mountain god?"
"..."
"You can only use lies like this to trick me."
"I am the master, whatever I say is what I say!"
"Oh, Lord Mountain God is so majestic... wuwu, you are so shameless."
The noise in the distance seemed to have disappeared. In Kawashima Miji's eyes, there were only the bright eyes of the dishonest Yamagami. Her slender waist and sexy lips were firmly controlled by the Yamagami.
After kissing for a while, Fujiwara Izaya let go of her, held her waist and looked at her confused expression: "When I kissed you before, you would bite my tongue, but not now?"
"You really hold a grudge, and you still use it to make fun of me," Kawashima Miji glanced at him charmingly, then closed her eyes for a moment and leaned on his arm, "Why don't you try again and look at me
Bite or not."
After saying this, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked the bangs on his forehead.
Those white and pink fingertips are charmingly beautiful against the background of the cherry blossoms, and they also smell like overly doting.
"Do you really still bite?" Fujiwara Izaya hugged her comfortably.
This is a big sister whose whole body is extremely beautiful. He doesn't feel disgusted at all when she touches her hair like a child. Even when she is doting on her, he feels warm and sweet, and feels indescribably comfortable.
"You'll know if you try it." Kawashima Miki moved her head slightly, raised her head as she spoke, and stood on tiptoes. After getting closer, her warm breath blew on Fujiwara Izaya's face.
, with a charming look on her face, she said: "I am an enchantress. Have you ever seen an enchantress who doesn't bite?"
Looking at those bright red lips, Fujiwara Izaya covered them again.
Immediately, he was gently accepted by Kawashima Meiji.
Warm and soft lips and white teeth inside, no biting at all.
"You have fallen!"
"What kind of depravity is this?"
"A witch who doesn't bite is still called a witch!"
"You can suck people without biting them."
When she said this, Kawashima Miji's face flashed with a rosy and charming glow.
The charm of a mature young woman could be seen clearly at this moment. Fujiwara Izaya felt his heart beating and couldn't help but lower his head: "Mrs. Meiji, do it again."
Kawashima Miji put her hands around his neck, stood on tiptoes, and moved her lips to meet his falling lips. Under the blooming cherry blossom shrimps, their lips suddenly entangled softly...
On the other side of the stepping stone, Kasahara Fuka-Eri originally planned to walk by herself, but the way forward was blocked by Xia Xili, and she could not get around.
Fujiwara Izaya and Kawashima Miki kissed each other on the shore. There were countless flower petals flying around them. The scene was really romantic. Natsuki Pouted her mouth, looked at the other side fiercely and said: "Xiao Izaya
How dignified it is!"
"Yes!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded.
"He doesn't deserve it."
"indeed!"
"You should take Fuka-Eri over and kiss Fuka-Eri first!"
"?"
Xia Xili turned back and looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri who was blocked behind her with half-squinted eyes.
"What are you doing?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri was stared at and confused.
"What do you think of Xiaolin?" Xia Xili asked.
"How about what?"
"That is, as a husband."
"Why are you suddenly talking about these things..."
"You are my wife." Xia Xili said firmly.
"...I didn't know," Kasahara Fuka-Eri tilted her head to the right, avoiding her gaze, "Don't ask me, you can't force this kind of thing..."
Her lowered gaze fell on the water, where a figure suddenly appeared, it was Fujiwara Izaya when he was a child. He drew his eyebrows, put on lipstick and white powder, wore ancient dynasty attire, and got on the parade mikoshi...
…This is the image of cute little Izaya.
"He has been so lovable since he was a child." Xia Xili raised her fingertips.
The figure on the water disappeared, leaving only the reflected cherry blossoms and cherry blossoms, Kasahara Fuka-Eri with her head still lowered, but only a pool of water came into view.
"What are you thinking about?" Xia Xili asked.
"Ah, it's nothing. Don't ask, there will always be times when you don't want to think about anything..."
"Thinking about nothing on a day when the cherry blossoms are in bloom?"
"Yes."
"That's not right!" Natsuki Kururi smiled slyly, and moved close to her with an intoxicated look, "Beside Fuka-Eri who felt happy... this damn happiness also infected me, youth is like fire! Don't waste it——
"
"Am I happy?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked herself again, her eyes dazed.
On the stepping stone opposite, Fujiwara Izaya turned back.
"Hug me!" Xia Xili opened her hands sweetly.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her body, turned around and walked towards the shore.
Behind him, Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who was bowing her head, also took advantage of the situation and stepped forward to follow.
It was absolutely impossible for her to wait here quietly for Fujiwara Izaya to come back.
However, at this time, Xia Xili suddenly said: "Put me down."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly raised her head.
She smelled a hint of calculation.
"Xiao Linye~"
Natsuki Li stood in front of Fujiwara Izaya, stroking his hair lovingly.
"My aunt is so worried about your happiness." After saying this, she turned around calmly, holding up the hem of her kimono and walking to the other side alone.
Looking at that graceful back, Fujiwara Izaya bent down.
"You two are plotting against me!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri was so angry that she kicked him in the back.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't even move.
His aunt created such a good opportunity for him, and he would regret it if he wasted it like this.
"...There is no good person in your family!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt wronged and angry at the same time. She was stuck here for a long time. The two women on the other side were loudly urging to hurry up, probably knowing that they could not escape this time.
She sighed as if she was giving up, and gently moved onto his back.
There was a blush on that cold white face.
It's a pity that Fujiwara Izaya doesn't have eyes in the back, so he can't appreciate her beautiful appearance now.
Carrying Kasahara Fuka-Eri on his back, he couldn't do anything bad like Kawashima Miki did. He could only hold her legs calmly with his hands. Kasahara Fuka-Eri's hands didn't hug him like Kawashima Miki did.
Instead of holding her neck, she supported his shoulders, leaving a certain amount of space between her upper body and his back.
The step on the stone was not long, but Fujiwara Izaya walked very slowly, so time passed extremely slowly.
After approaching the shore, many cherry blossoms are reflected in the water around the stepping stones.
"Isn't this arrangement of stepping stones full of charm?" Fujiwara Izaya said suddenly.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't understand what he was talking about, and subconsciously asked: "Aren't all Japanese gardens like this..."
"It's really different. My Asakusa Shrine has just been renovated, and the pool inside also has stepping stones like this. Come and take a look at it then."
"..."
"I have a room for you."
"?"
"You can bring your clothes and stay here."
"Asakusa Shrine will be renovated starting in May, right?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked in return.
"Yes."
"We had just met at that time."
"Yes."
"That is to say, you started to miss me the moment we met?"
"Who makes you beautiful?"
Fujiwara Izaya smiled ruthlessly and carried her onto the shore.
When he put her down, he noticed that her feet were a little staggering, so he boldly stretched out his hand.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri quickly stood firm, but then her hand was held by Fujiwara Izaya.
"Let go!" she whispered, blushing.
Fujiwara Izaya pretended not to hear and led her to the other side: "Xueye is over there, let's go there."
"...Why are you such a bastard!" Kasahara Fukae lowered her head and was led away by him like a frustrated little daughter-in-law. The usually aloof female police officer's tone and posture at this time actually changed a little.
The meaning of resentment.
Kawashima Miji glanced at the hands held by the two of them, and said to Xia Xili angrily: "Just pamper him as much as you can, and you won't be afraid that you will have more and more sisters in the future."
"Don't be angry, Meiji. If he doesn't hold your hand, I will hold yours." Xia Xili held her hand happily, like good sisters.
Birds are chirping and the air is clear.
The petals are sparsely falling under the cherry blossom tree.
He is obviously about the same height as me, but why are his hands so big... Kasahara Fuka-Eri was walking around in confusion, her palms were soft, petite, and slippery, almost only half the size of Fujiwara Izaya's hands.
The wind rustled the cherry blossom forest.
Pink petals hanging high, and groups of small white butterflies flying low, drifting in the wind.
Somehow, Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt like there was something like a beautiful little colorful vortex, and this cherry blossom forest was so attractive to her.
"It feels like a family outing on the weekend." Fujiwara Izaya said while watching the cherry blossoms.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri shrugged her shoulders.
This kind of action seems to say, "The relationship between you and me is not enough to be called a family."
"You are still the same as before." Fujiwara Izaya laughed, "Please, we are all married people, can you say a few more words."
"I don't..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said without comment.
Fujiwara Izaya was still holding her hand, and her palms were sweaty and sticky.
Among the cherry blossoms, there is a statue of a mountain god.
The statue has experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, and only the shape of the head, body and feet can be vaguely discerned. The sleeves on the mountain god's body are very long, almost reaching the hem of his clothes, and the hands cannot be seen, and they should be clasped together. Although the image is
It's blurry, but it looks familiar, similar to the aura of Fujiwara Izaya.
"Make a wish, it will work wonders." Fujiwara Izaya said.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered her gaze and glanced at the hand being held.
"I'll hold my hand later." Fujiwara Izaya let go of his hand.
I won't let you continue to hold me... Kasahara Fuka-Eri thought with some annoyance, closing her eyes towards the statue, but pursed her lips tightly. A few strands of thin orange hair hung on her smooth forehead, slanting
In the falling sunlight, her face seemed to glow.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at this holy light and felt that his heart seemed to have been purified, so he clasped his hands together and bowed.
Um.
Worship yourself.
It feels weird...
Kasahara Fuka-Eri opened her eyes and wanted to leave immediately.
Fujiwara Izaya quickly stretched out his hand and took her right hand that was close to the side of her leg.
"Alas~"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri sighed painfully.
There was a hint of despair in that long voice.
Holding her right hand with his left hand, Fujiwara Izaya asked: "What wish did you make?"
"What about you?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked.
"I want to be with the three beauties of the Kasahara family..."
Before he finished speaking, Kasahara Fuka-Eri stepped on him and scolded him with a cold face: "Stop dreaming, you won't get any."
"Isn't there one?" Fujiwara Izaya raised his right hand and raised their intertwined hands in front of her eyes, "The wedding has been completed, and it has been recorded by the God of Ebony, Fuka-Eri
My sister can’t run away.”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned her head and looked at the cherry blossoms on the side.
I can't get enough of the cherry blossoms blooming in the wind.
Dots of sunshine fell from the gaps between the cherry trees, falling on the body like golden butterflies. There were many guests admiring the flowers around. On the other side of the lake, a maid was playing the piano and performing.
There is a pavilion by the lake, and there are many people inside.
In the distance, Fujiwara Izaya saw the figure of Yukino Riho and Kitagawa Ryoko, who was grinning like a little tiger.
He let go of Kasahara Fuka-Eri's hand and walked straight up.
※※※※※
The afternoon sun shines through the clouds in the sky, and a flock of birds flies overhead.
There are rows of cherry trees standing on the embankment of the lake. The shore of the lake is covered with young grass. A group of elderly people are sitting on the young grass eating snacks. There are also some young men and women walking leisurely. There is a lake beside the lake.
From the pavilion for tourists to rest, through the sparse cherry trees, you can see the majestic mountain of Yushan behind.
In the pavilion located on the shore, there is a woman wearing a light blue kimono with narrow sleeves and sleeves tied diagonally on her shoulders.
Takenaka Akihi walked over from a distance.
The sun shone down and shone on his body, making him a little hot.
Looking at the snow girl in the pavilion, thoughts welled up in my heart.
Regarding the appearance and smile of the Yuki Onna, everything is okay. After all, as the Demon King, he has good knowledge, and he will not be tempted by her appearance alone. Yukino Riho is a beauty, but compared to other beauties, she has a unique aura about her.
The elegant and quiet temperament may be the talent of the Snow Maiden race. Their physique and their loyal hearts appear so precious in this complicated world.
He and Yaezi mingled among the guests and walked towards the pavilion.
The lakeside was crowded with people and monsters, and many acquaintances came up to say hello. He just nodded casually in response. At this time, he didn't want to talk much, and his eyes always fell on the pavilion.
"Falled by the snow girl?" Yaeko smiled sarcastically.
"It's hard to talk about it," Takenaka Akihi said, "It's just that compared to the fox clan, the snow girl is better."
Yaeko twisted her lips indifferently: "But she belongs to Fujiwara Izaya."
Takenaka Akihi frowned slightly.
"Once a Yuki Onna feels someone's heart, she will never change again." Yaeko said in anger, "Even if you kill Fujiwara Izaya, Yuki Ono will not be tempted by you again... Haha, look how pitiful you are.
.”
Takenaka Akihi did not respond to this sentence.
A few dozen meters before the pavilion, he stopped and looked quietly.
In sight, Yukino Riho and the girl from the Furukawa Kaikan were talking. The girl was sometimes laughing, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes a little naive. She would jump up and down a few times as she talked, looking particularly happy.
Although Yukino Riho was talking to her, her eyes seemed to be searching for something, scanning the surrounding environment and guests.
Pavilion lake and beautiful cherry blossoms.
Such beautiful scenery seemed to have no weight at all in her eyes.
She ignored all the beautiful scenery, but was focused on looking for the person she seemed to have agreed upon.
Such a snow girl is indeed very strange. The snow girl that Takenaka Akihi knew who had not yet left the club had never had such a side.
At that time, the snow girl liked to be quiet, and she had extraordinary attainments in music and dance, but she never showed it to her. She was very beautiful, and her status was particularly respected in the guild hall, but she was not arrogant and was kind to everyone. This was a true woman
A demure and elegant woman.
After seeing her again, Takenaka Akira deepened this thought.
When he learned that she had left the guild hall and no longer had contact with the world of monsters, Takenaka Akihi was a little disappointed at first. But then he thought about it carefully. With the constraints of the guild hall, there was really no possibility for him to succeed. Leaving the guild hall would instead
That's a good thing. Besides, she's still living in poverty, so it's even better.
Takenaka Akira realized that she had met her in the past, and since we were all monsters, we should be able to sit down and have a good chat.
He did have a bad image before, but if he could pursue her, then changing it wouldn't be a problem. It wasn't until he was slapped that day that he was shocked to find that things were not as simple as he thought.
Thinking about it, Takenaka Akira walked closer to the pavilion.
Among the guests sitting in the pavilion, some were drinking tea, some were eating, and there were also children running around. The girl from the Furukawa Kaikan didn't know what she said, but Riho Yukino, who was wearing an elegant kimono, smiled complicatedly and cutely.
After a while, he raised his hand helplessly and knocked the girl on the forehead. The girl didn't know what she said. Yukino Riho glared at her angrily and spoke in defense. The two talked for a while, and the girl suddenly hugged Yukino.
Riho made a face towards the invisible side of the lake and shouted: "Fujiwara scumbag, Ryoko now has Yukino-san all to herself!"
After shouting something loudly, the girl leaned back and started laughing and joking.
It turned out that he was talking about Fujiwara Izaya... Takenaka Akihi looked at Yukino Riho from the side, and saw her raising her hands on her face, debating whether to hit the girl on the head, and frowning because she was slightly annoyed by what she said just now.
.But the next second, she laughed helplessly again, spreading her hands to signal to stop making trouble. At this time, she looked like a young woman in love... These expressions had never appeared on her before.
.
In the past at Buchuan Hall, Takenaka Akira had seen her sad temperament that was incompatible with others, and also seen her reserved and elegant temperament with a heart-warming smile, but now she looks so cute...
It's hard to describe how I feel now.
Takenaka Akihi looked expressionlessly for a while, then suddenly punched the cherry tree next to him.
Among the petals falling gracefully, he laughed "ha" and walked towards the pavilion. If you can't get it, destroy it... He thought so. As he got closer and closer, the thought he had hidden in his heart,
Suddenly sprouts sprouted and expanded instantly.
Men who are carried away by jealousy are really boring... Yaeko followed leisurely, her eyes rolling around, obviously waiting for someone to come.
In the pavilion, Kitagawa Ryoko was talking.
"Sister Xueye, Ryoko is going to perform on stage tonight, would you like to accompany her?"
tonight?
Yukino Riho shook her head.
Tonight is the wedding night, how can I accompany you...
"Sister Yukino, it's just one night. Just leave Fujiwara Izaya alone. Isn't it enough to have Ryoko with you? Hey, why did you look aside again? Ryoko is talking to you. Are you right?
Are you waiting for Fujiwara Izaya? Look at Ryoko, look at Ryoko——"
The girl who was having an awkward moment was suddenly pushed from behind.
She staggered and fell forward, followed by a hateful sound behind her.
"Xueye, you're here too, I'll take you for a walk..."
Kitagawa Ryoko, who was about to fall to the ground, pushed her little hand on the floor and bounced back up. In the field of vision, there were scars at the corners of her eyes. Takenaka Akihi, who was ten thousand times more disgusting than Fujiwara Izaya, stretched out her hand...
…
"Mr. Takenaka, please respect yourself." Yukino Riho took a step back and helped Kitagawa Ryoko up.
Seeing that the girl's hands were a little dirty, she took out her handkerchief and wiped the girl's palms, then pulled her away from Takenaka Akira, "Let's go, don't wait here."
Just as he was about to walk to the pavilion, Takenaka Akira moved sideways to block the two of them.
"Where are you going?" His face started to look a little ferocious.
Yukino Riho said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you!"
"You're looking for that kid, right?" Takenaka Akira stretched out his hand to grab her shoulder a bit rudely, "Okay, you, who have been pretending to be peaceful and indifferent to show you, you are not a wandering monster...
"
At the same time, Kitagawa Ryoko, who was protected by Yukino Riho, suddenly came forward: "What are you doing——"
The lively and lovely girl now became as fierce as a little tiger.
Takenaka Akihi was a little over the top at this time, grabbed Yukino Riho's shoulder, turned into a fist and hit the girl: "It's none of your business, get out of here!"
Kitagawa Ryoko was hit and fell back screaming in pain. Yukino Riho quickly grabbed her arm with one hand.
The tourists in the pavilion were frightened and fled outside to hide.
"Who is this-"
"Why are you so rude!"
Amidst the angry voices, some people couldn't stand it and planned to step forward to stop him.
"Hey, don't go..."
Recognizing whose monster this was, he quickly stopped the person who wanted to show off.
This is the demon king of the ghost clan. If he dares to come out and say a word, if Jiuting behind his back takes notice of him, he is not looking for death.
"Follow me!" Takenaka Aki glanced over with gloomy eyes and stretched out his hand again.
Suddenly, an icy wind blew.
Yukino Riho, who was forced out of the snow girl form, immediately held up the ice and snow barrier.
A strange red light flashed in Takenaka Akira's eyes.
Then there was a crisp "pop" sound, the red fist smashed through the light blue barrier, and the flying ice fragments disturbed the sunlight and leaves.
The ghosts are a bunch of unreliable things... Yaeko stayed away.
As a fox tribe, she has always looked down upon the ghost tribe that likes to rely on brute force to solve problems.
"I told you to follow me!"
Akihi Takenaka, who fell into a state of madness, reached out to grab Yukino Riho again. At this time, he had a pair of ghost horns growing on his head, long manes growing on his cheeks, and his eyes were blood red.
Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Who is it..." He roared and turned around. In his field of vision, Fujiwara Izaya punched him in the face.
With a bang.
Takenaka Akihi was beaten and took a few steps back.
While stumbling, he noticed Fujiwara Izaya's gaze. He had only seen that kind of gloomy and arrogant gaze once in his life: decades ago, when the news of Ibaraki's death spread to the Hui people.
That night, he went to meet with King Shuten. There was no light in the room that night. King Shuten was sitting on the sofa, his figure almost integrated with the darkness around him. The king's eyes at that time were like this now.
The sky was bright now, but the moment he met Fujiwara Izaya's gaze, he seemed to see that biting darkness again.
He punched the ghost in the face. As he staggered back, Fujiwara Izaya chased after him and gave him a powerful slap in the face with his backhand.
"Snapped--"
Takenaka Akira's body was spinning in the pavilion.
Then there was another loud bang, and Fujiwara Izaya gave him a fierce side kick, kicking him into the lake next to him.