196. Fujiwara-kun said that he only loves me, not you at all.
Gorgeous lights flow down.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri held a pen and notebook, her eyes fixed on the mirror in the wine glass.
"She did not go to the oasis today, but went to a secret place that we had not discovered before." Fujiwara Izaya said.
Mrs. Kasahara also came over curiously.
Her little hand, seemingly unintentionally, actually rested on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder intentionally.
This mother and daughter caught Fujiwara Izaya in the middle.
Another mother and daughter sat opposite, staring angrily.
The beginning of Mirror Princess' perspective is a large, empty room.
The walls are white, the ceiling is white, and the window glass is opaque, so you can't see the outside scenery and can't tell where it is. The furnishings and furniture in the room are in line with what a woman's room should look like.
There are many clothes scattered on the sofa and floor.
Cream-colored thin windbreaker, red high-heeled shoes with worn soles; embroidered bra, blue tight skirt; stockings of various colors, pink briefs with cheap lace; cheap watch, black artificial leather handbag.
Less than half a minute later, Miss Jingxia appeared in the mirror screen.
She took out a set of rubber raincoats and rubber boots from the cabinet, and then took off her clothes in front of the mirror.
As we all know.
Fujiwara Izaya's vision is very sharp.
Now he's going to have a feast...ahem, and start working hard.
Then... Mrs. Kasahara covered his eyes, preventing him from having any room to express himself.
The smooth little hands touched the skin, and the tip of Fujiwara Izaya's nose held the edge of her little hands: "It smells so good!"
"It's the musk of the ancient palace." Mrs. Kasahara said proudly, and then gently rubbed the tip of his nose with her tender palm.
Not long after, she moved her little hand down, proudly and happily smoothing Fujiwara Izaya's collar and tidying it up.
In the mirror image, Miss Jingxia, who had put on a raincoat and rubber boots, opened a closet door.
Inside the door is a wardrobe, but there are no clothes, only a few empty hangers and sanitary balls hanging.
Out of professional sensitivity, Kasahara Fuka-Eri said: "It should be a secret passage disguised as a wardrobe."
As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Jingxia fiddled with the metal handle at the corner of the cabinet. Sure enough, a half-person-high passage appeared in the closet. It was pitch black inside, and her hair was slightly blown up. Fujiwara Izaya also seemed to feel it.
I caught the cool, damp wind blowing from inside.
Miss Jingxia closed the closet door, turned on the flashlight, and walked toward the darkness along the yellow light beam.
The mirror image disappears briefly.
When it appeared again, it became a vision of looking up.
This is the mirror reflection formed by Miss Jingxia's flashlight shining on the water.
"Sewer?" Kasahara Fukae's cold expression became confused.
In the vague and swaying light, Miss Jingxia was walking forward through the water. The darkness and the sound of gurgling water enveloped her completely.
The space is so small that there is no reference to identify the location, but it is certain that it is somewhere underground in Tokyo.
After walking for about five minutes, an iron door suddenly appeared in front of the dark pipe.
Miss Jingxia took out a small calculator-like thing from her bag and inserted it into the big lock of the iron door.
After a few operations, the iron door opened from the inside.
A faint yellow light suddenly flashed inside, like a firefly with a highly developed brain floating in the air.
"Let me see clearly what that is?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri said.
Fujiwara Izaya's thoughts connected to Kagami through the system, allowing her to adjust her perspective.
After taking a closer look, I realized that the light was coming from a person standing in the open space next to the sewer. The person was wearing goggles, his body was covered tightly by a black rain hat, and he was holding a small gas lamp in his hand.
"Lord Jingxia..."
"Start at twelve o'clock midnight today."
"clear!"
The man suddenly nodded a few times, put down the gas lamp, and stretched out his hands to rub the wall.
Mirror Princess's perspective moved over.
In the darkness, the sound of rubbing stones could be heard two or three times, and they disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a complicated magic circle appeared on the wall. On the edge of the magic circle, yellow light flowed and gradually gathered towards the center.
Jingxia held up the flashlight and continued walking deeper.
There was silence in the pipe, and even the chirping of her long rubber boots on the water could be clearly heard.
On the way, she passed a rest stop, a small platform with no life atmosphere, and neatly placed on the table were the same black raincoats and long rubber boots she wore. After crossing this small platform, she soon encountered another place.
The place where the formation is set up.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri silently recorded.
After notifying the eighth formation setting point, Miss Jingxia began to walk towards the ground.
Outside the circular exit, you can see signal lights and square wooden boxes like tool boxes, and black cement pillars separated between the tracks, arranged at equal intervals like piles.
A train of cars roared past.
"Ginza Line!" Fuka-Eri Kasahara accurately named the line.
Mirror Girl's vision became the car window.
It's raining in Tokyo, with heavy downpours pouring from the clouds continuously.
Through the rain curtain, distinguishing the street scenes and buildings, Kasahara Fuka-Eri came to a definite conclusion.
"This is the Ginza Line track, between Gaienmae Station and Aoyama 1-chome." After saying that, she picked up the picture she had just drawn, added the last few strokes, and presented it to Fujiwara Izaya, "Roppongi, Aoyama
, Jingu Gaien, Omotesando! Their purpose is to use yellow pine jade to build a barrier to seal the area between these four points, with an approximate area of 4-5km2!"
This area is the heart of Tokyo.
Even late at night, the population of this four to five square kilometers area will not be less than 50,000.
"This is absolutely not okay!"
Mrs. Hoshimi suddenly raised her voice.
"Himeko, we can't let this happen." She said firmly, "We are going back to Tokyo now."
"It's useless to be anxious." Mrs. Kasahara looked up at her best friend, her voice soft and clear, "The place we are now is about 800 kilometers away from the land. Can you fly back?"
Mrs. Hoshimi raised her slender wrist, grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's hand on the table and shook it, then looked at him with her clear eyes that seemed to see through people, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if calling him
Hurry up and agree to her request.
What a pitiable melancholy beauty.
Fujiwara Izaya's heart softened immediately, and he wanted to bend down and say to her on the spot, "Come and ride me, and I will take you to fly." However, one of Mrs. Kasahara's hands suddenly grabbed his wing, and he just lifted it.
His head was pressed down.
"Can you contact Tokyo?" Mrs. Kasahara asked Fuka-Eri Kasahara.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri took out the satellite phone and tried to dial a few numbers, but was unable to dial them. The detective from Section 9 hidden in the crowd brought a satellite signal receiver and operated it, but it was also in vain.
"The signal is blocked?" Mrs. Hoshimi's jaw trembled slightly.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri replied briefly: "You can only send messages if you leave the blocking range."
It's just that his head is being held down by Mrs. Kasahara right now.
"Yako, please don't mess up." Mrs. Kasahara seemed to have a smile on her lips, showing her white teeth. Her slender fingers scratched Fujiwara's black hair, and her bright black eyes looked at the wind and rain outside the window: "You
Where are those crows?"
"It's raining outside." Fujiwara Izaya hummed.
Mrs. Kasahara patted his cheek affectionately: "Let one go back to report the news."
"Okay!"
Fujiwara Izaya got rid of her clutches and walked to the glass window.
On the railing of the ship's side, a particularly fat and black crow was waiting in the wind and rain, its wet feathers blending perfectly into the night.
"Go back and notify Director Hirofumi as quickly as possible to evacuate the crowds in Roppongi, Aoyama, Jingu Gaien, and Omotesando."
Dark Crow opened his eyes and looked at the young master.
From Gouzi's eyes, Fujiwara Izaya could taste the excitement and impatience.
Thinking about the day when he was disguised as a crow and was beaten by a fat cat, the dog had had enough, and next he had to show off his skills.
Fujiwara Izaya returned to the sofa.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at him, her beautiful eyes showing admiration and joy.
This son-in-law is really good. As soon as he appears in front of you, you can feel the air become brand new, just like putting freshly picked flowers in a vase.
"Here at Section 9, we found some movement on the ship." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said while chewing the steak that she had not had time to eat with her moist mouth. "A group of mercenaries from Southeast Asia quietly boarded the ship just now. The number of people
Around one hundred and three.”
Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly: "Are these mercenaries here to help clear the relationship between this matter and the Natsuki Consortium?"
Looking at Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, half of them were narrowed, and the remaining half was bright.
Fujiwara Izaya sat down next to her silently.
He didn't expect his aunt to play such a big role, so he couldn't express his opinion at the moment.
"Stop teasing Mr. Fujiwara." Mrs. Hoshimi said calmly, "What should we do now?"
Mrs. Kasahara looked at the crowd under the bright yellow light: "Enjoy it before we start fighting."
Mrs. Hoshimi rolled her eyes.
"Rinko, do you want to go dancing?" Mrs. Kasahara asked Hoshimi Rinko.
Hoshimi Rinko, who had been unable to interrupt just now, hesitated for a moment and shook her head silently.
Being hugged and danced by my juniors in public... How embarrassing, I don't want it.
"Where's Fuka-Eri?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri sighed as if she was tired: "...I am not in the mood to dance right now."
"Well, that's okay, I'm welcome." Mrs. Kasahara tightened her shawl a little, and then turned her head. At this time, her beautiful and charming, bright and big eyes were illuminated by the ambiguous light.
That caressing, soft, and gentle look was projected on Fujiwara Izaya's face.
How to say it well...
Fujiwara Izaya felt very happy.
Kasahara Himeko is a plump, beautiful and noble young lady.
However, at this moment, her long eyelashes revealed a gentle look in her eyes, with a very naughty and self-possessed demeanor, like a beautiful and cute kitten that has not yet matured. Just one look will make people believe it.
She will definitely become a very charming female cat.
"Hurry up." Mrs. Kasahara urged.
The smile in her eyes did not contain the element of deception at all. It was obvious that the kitten had come and squatted in front of Fujiwara Izaya, and she was about to jump up and play with him.
Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand.
Mrs. Kasahara raised her buttocks slightly and placed her palms in his.
Then, the kitten also raised its front paws, its small eyes sparkling. It seemed to be wagging its tail, and its four soft paws suddenly left the ground, like playing with a ball of thread, ready to catch the boy in its arms and play with it.
Mrs. Kasahara's cheeks were flushed, and she followed Fujiwara Izaya away from the sofa with light and cheerful steps.
When the band was about to play a new round of dance music, the two stepped onto the dance floor.
Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile: "How about a dance from my era?"
"I'm afraid I might mess up the dance steps, but..." Fujiwara Izaya said with great interest, "With Himeko's mother as my teacher, I must be able to learn very quickly."
Mrs. Kasahara turned and spoke to the band.
The musicians began to tune the music, and pairs of men and women stood apart from each other.
When the dance music started, Mrs. Kasahara's cheeks turned red and she laughed.
Under her guidance, Fujiwara Izaya curled his arms into a circle, with one arm around her slim waist under her dress, and the other hand held her hand and swayed with the beat, stepping lightly on the beat with both feet.
Mrs. Kasahara dances very well.
It's just that the male partner has never danced this kind of dance, and he is clumsily spinning to the rhythm on the edge of the dance floor.
Occasionally, he would be stepped on the instep and jump around for a while, but the situation improved a lot. Mrs. Kasahara put her forehead on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder and murmured softly: "I like this feeling, please hurry up and take care of me."
I started dancing..."
"immediately."
A happy smile appeared on Fujiwara Izaya's face.
The dance moves faster and faster, and his flexible steps and calm and light jumps become more and more skillful. The audience and dance partners will be fascinated. At this time, Mrs. Kasahara, when turning around or tapping the time, moves her shoulders or curls her arms.
You can easily resonate with him.
The dance became more and more lively.
Fujiwara Izaya and Chairman Kasahara in his arms attracted everyone's attention.
In the center of the line of sight, Mrs. Kasahara rotated rapidly around Fujiwara Izaya, sometimes standing on tiptoes, sometimes tapping her heels, becoming more and more agile and beautiful. Her beautiful limbs, soft and flexible, she
Those eyes filled with passion, from under the long thick eyelashes, couldn't help but look at the person in front of them.
The music became more and more urgent.
Mrs. Kasahara lowered her head, which was dripping with sweat. After dancing the last step, amid loud applause and laughter, she drew a circle with her right hand in the air. The dance stopped, she took a breath and wiped the sweat with a linen handkerchief.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her sweaty waist: "This person with weak dancing ability will turn around and leave when he sees it."
"That's how we danced in that era. You were born late..." Mrs. Kasahara rolled up her sleeves and gasped for a long time, "I can't do it anymore, I'm getting old after all. I used to dance without my heart beating faster, but now
I jumped down without using my magic power, I can't even breathe..."
"Why not use divine power?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Mrs. Kasahara chuckled happily: "Himeko wants to be an ordinary woman in front of you..."
Smelling her sweet scent, Fujiwara Izaya said helplessly: "Please don't say such things that will misunderstand your son-in-law."
"My son doesn't trust me, it really makes my mother sad..." Mrs. Kasahara said in a particularly resentful voice, and then put her beautiful muscular arms on his shoulders, "Dance again, this time more gently."
"no problem."
Fujiwara Izaya readily agreed.
Even if it is wrapped in a dress, it does not affect the feel.
Mrs. Kasahara's body shape is really perfect. She is covered in white and tender meat, which is divided very cleverly. There is not a trace of excess fat in the areas that should be thin. Her arms, thighs, neck and waist all look slim, but they actually feel fleshy.
It's pleasing to the eye, the buttocks are bulging tightly and are just the right amount of plumpness.
"I'm not bad, am I?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with a smile.
"If you are bad, there will be no good in this world."
"Good words will be rewarded." Mrs. Kasahara put her hands on his shoulders.
The two people's dancing posture at this time was already very irregular.
Fortunately, Fujiwara Izaya was still dizzy.
Although his eyes were not narrowed, he still placed his hands where they should be.
I don't dare to make small moves under Fuka-Eri's nose.
"Take it easy," Mrs. Kasahara leaned against him softly, "If you are so nervous, I will suspect that you have thoughts about me."
Fujiwara Izaya looked forward happily: "Mom, please be more reserved."
"Cunning little devil." Mrs. Kasahara blew into his face.
The warm breath is filled with the fragrance of red wine.
"Xiao Linye, Xiao Linye..." She recited it several times like singing, and said in a charming voice, "It's such a good name. I think it's catchy for some reason."
Her cheeks were brightly red, and she didn't know if she drank a lot of red wine, which made her drunk look even more charming.
"My mother took it from me," Fujiwara Izaya said.
"What a great name. Doesn't it have the meaning of 'king over the world'?"
"By the way, your real name is Jizi?"
"Of course it's my real name. I've been a little princess since I was born, even when I grow up."
"Wake up, you are now a mother, and the little princess now is Xiangxiang." Fujiwara Izaya exposed her without mercy.
Holding her hand, he thought of Asuka.
The touch is different.
My daughter's hands are more tender, but not as slippery, but they have some similarities.
Mrs. Kasahara lowered her voice and asked in his ear: "Do you want to go find Xiangxiang?"
"Xiangxiang probably won't see me. The last time we had a good conversation was when we were flirting in Nan Yin Dou..."
"Flirting? How did you do it? Tell your mother, she will learn it carefully, and then you can be the judge to see who is better, the mother or the daughter..."
Fujiwara Izaya pushed hard with his hand.
"Yeah~"
Mrs. Kasahara smiled sweetly.
Her body spun around in a light and graceful circle, and she fell back into Fujiwara Izaya's arms with a warm fragrance.
"Xiangxiang is the little daughter I care most about. If you can't coax her, don't touch me again."
"Aren't you ashamed to say this now?"
"I don't want to compete with my daughter, but it's still acceptable to be her accessory." Mrs. Kasahara smiled ambiguously, "I took the initiative to match Fuka-Eri because she is a monster. But Xiangxiang can't do it, Xiangxiang
If you want to inherit my position, it is destined to be a long and tiring and lonely life. I can't let Xiangxiang carry so much by herself...so please cheer me up!"
"Don't worry, I will make you a qualified accessory!" Fujiwara Izaya could not hold back his happy smile, and said firmly in a loud voice, "I will not hesitate even if I die on the battlefield."
Mrs. Kasahara nodded with satisfaction.
The two didn't say anything for the time being, they just hugged each other and danced for a while.
In the small space of the dance floor, a gentle smile slipped across Mrs. Kasahara's face.
The musicians were playing musical instruments on the stage in the corner of the hall, with ribbons hanging between the chairs, the unbridled laughter of the drunkards and the dancing air filled with smoke, a lavish space... The wife touched Fujiwara Izaya's neck with her fingers.
The fingers touched the roots of hair that were fresh and as hard as summer grass.
She raised her eyes and saw Fujiwara Izaya's eyes looking firmly ahead. The energy of the red wine surged up, and she felt that her head was a little sticky. The young man's eyes with a little arrogance were enough to make women fall in love.
Kneeling's eyes were the eyes she had dreamed of.
"Gene Era"
In fact, Fujiwara Rin was also thinking about a question at this time.
What kind of life should I live as a Daitengu?
He had pondered this problem in the past.
He thinks he knows how to make life interesting, but besides being interesting, he really doesn’t know what goals he should set.
“When you don’t know what to do, doing nothing is the best policy.”
This is Napoleon's wise saying.
During this time in Tokyo, Fujiwara Izaya wandered around with the idea of looking for "doing nothing", and gradually realized the next goal - to make everyone he loves feel that he is interesting.
Mrs. Kasahara raised her little face.
The face illuminated by the soft and ambiguous light, the small and delicate nose wings are twitching, and the open eyes are sparkling. The lips are suddenly pursed, this behavior is so sultry... Fujiwara Izaya can even feel her breasts
It's beating fiercely.
Mrs. Kasahara moved closer.
Fujiwara Izaya quickly moved his face away.
As if she was playing a prank, she laughed happily: "Why did you move your face away? It's so annoying, it hurts people's self-esteem."
"Kiss me here," Fujiwara Izaya pointed to his cheek, "Thank you, thank you!"
"Why kiss there?"
"Which is the lesser of two evils."
"Harmful?" Mrs. Kasahara stepped on his feet.
"hiss--"
Mrs. Kasahara smiled like a queen: "Is it still harmful?"
Fujiwara Izaya, whose heart was beating fast, quickly begged for mercy: "Mother Himeko, I was wrong."
Mrs. Kasahara immediately changed into a naughty girlish face: "It's actually love, right?"
"Respectful love for my mother!"
"You don't have to emphasize it too much, mother. I know it. Could it be that... you have other loves?"
"If it weren't for my mother-in-law..."
"If you weren't my mother-in-law, how dare you?"
"I also have the courage now..."
"Then why are your hands so honest?"
"Okay, I admit it," Fujiwara Izaya raised his hands, "You win, you can abuse me as much as you want."
"Little liar." Mrs. Kasahara suddenly stood on tiptoes, and a low and cheerful voice sounded in his ears, "My sister is so strong in supporting you and defending you about this matter. If you don't do well enough or I'm not satisfied enough,
Just wait and accept the punishment."
"What kind of punishment?"
"Dirty punishment!"
"Is there any kind of kneeling in front of you and kissing your feet?"
"This doesn't have to wait until later."
"Then I'm not welcome!"
"Come to my room tonight!"
Mrs. Kasahara raised her eyes with a slight smile, and left his body with a gust of fragrant wind.
Isn’t there still a fragrance in your room, liar... Fujiwara Izaya followed me depressedly, and returned to the sofa. Kasahara Fuka-Eri was still concentrating on making plans. The Hoshimi family’s mother and daughter were whispering.
They were talking about something, and it seemed like the mother was inducing her daughter to do something.
After a while, Yukino Riho came.
At a glance, I saw Fujiwara Izaya on the other side of the sofa. The corners of her mouth were raised beautifully, making her look even more beautiful.
Wearing the most beautiful gradient dress in the audience seemed to give her a special sense of beauty. No matter who saw this gentle and quiet woman, she would feel happy. Seeing her gentle smile, seeing her snow-white sparkle
If you have bright teeth, you will feel flattered and happy.
This thought comes to everyone's mind.
Fujiwara Izaya walked over and hugged her: "Meiji went to see my aunt?"
"Well," Yukino Riho put her hand on his waist and asked worriedly, "Is everything okay?"
Fujiwara Izaya picked her up and spun her around: "She will definitely be fine."
With her feet off the ground, Yukino Riho's body seemed taller than him, so her slender, snow-white arms bent into an arc and hugged his neck, lowered her head and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
Amidst the lingering music, the two moved to the dance floor. They didn't dance, they just hugged each other and moved their feet casually to the beat.
Holding Fujiwara Izaya's neck, Yukino Riho narrowed her eyes, docile and peaceful.
Under his protection, she didn't have to think or worry about anything, just follow him and let her body move and rotate with him... In the dimly lit corner, the simple warmth formed a small world.
Over on the sofa, Mrs. Kasahara was holding red wine and slumped on the sofa as if she was tired.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri clicked on the keyboard.
Between the smooth orange hair, you can see her fair face - delicate, flawless, and as bright as the full moon.
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly stretched out her hand: "Fujiwara-kun just confessed his love to me."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri opened her mouth and ate the strawberry from her mother's hand: "Well...congratulations to my mother for being single."
"Is this your reaction? So boring..." Mrs. Kasahara patted her lips lazily and turned to look at her best friend next to her, "Fujiwara-kun said he only loves me and doesn't love you at all."
"Are you drunk and talking in your sleep?" Mrs. Hoshimi sneered.
"Yiko, just admit defeat." Mrs. Kasahara smiled and pointed her finger at her best friend's nose across the table, "Did you know that he touched my butt while dancing? When dancing with you, he was very well-behaved. What does that mean?
?It means your body is completely unattractive to him."
"Didn't you put your butt up yourself?"
"What did you see with that eye?"
"Himeko, you are already forty years old, please don't hit my Lord Fujiwara, okay?"
As usual, the two wives started a quarrel mode that was sarcastic but did not affect their feelings.
Hoshi saw Rinko covering her ears with her hands, her beautiful little face looking slightly tired.
Looking sideways at the junior classmate and the snow girl on the dance floor, they were swinging slowly on the edge of the dance floor. They were so romantic... This time, the senior classmate felt jealous in her heart.