The apartment where Setuko lives is also in Setagaya Ward, so the three of them are on the same road.
When they arrived at the downstairs of the apartment, Shi Jinzi invited Jiang Yi and Jiude Mai to sit up, but it was too late at night.
When Jiang Yi returned to the villa, Nono and Xia Mi had just finished their madness and were getting ready to go to bed.
Jiang Yi hugged Nono from behind who was brushing her teeth and looked at her pretty face in the mirror.
"came back?"
"We went out to do some errands. After all, we didn't come to Tokyo for tourism," Jiang Yi said.
He lifted up Nono's red hair and gently kissed the side of her face.
Nono held a toothbrush in one hand and pushed him away with difficulty. She said with some disgust: "Go take a shower, you smell of Shutoku Mai's perfume."
Jiang Yi grabbed her hand and hugged her up, feeling Nono's slender waist and graceful figure.
"What are you doing? Let go!" Nuonuo scolded her in a serious voice. Her eyebrows in the mirror were standing upright, with a sharp light.
But slowly she just said softly: "Don't make trouble, I'm brushing my teeth!"
"Brush yours." Jiang Yi's hand caressed Nono's thigh.
Nono was wearing her nightgown and was about to take a shower. She thought Jiang Yi wouldn't come back tonight.
Jiang Yi lifted her leg, Nono's hand holding the toothbrush trembled, and the person in the mirror bit her lip.
"I'm afraid of you!" Nono gasped, "Then let's wash it together."
"Yes." Jiang Yi continued, "Tomorrow they will carry out an underwater mission, and I will arrive at the scene... Do you want to go with me? Or let Xia Mi accompany you to Ginza for shopping."
"Anything is fine..." Nono said weakly.
…
"Dang-dang-dang..." The sound of hammering iron plates sounded continuously in the room.
"Has Eri fallen asleep?"
"Already asleep."
Yuan Zhisheng was sitting on his knees, the fire in the room was burning brightly and it was very warm.
"Tomorrow we will write the history of the Sheqi Eight Families. Do you want to forge iron tonight?" Minamoto Chisheng said while Tachibana Masamune was resting.
"'Be calm when facing big events, don't believe that there are no ancient sages'... Tomorrow night we will completely kill God. That is something that our ancestors have not done, so we can be careful." Tachibana Masamune clamped with pliers.
Holding the embryo of the knife, he said, "Forging iron is my practice. Only when I practice can I calm down."
The sound of the hammer striking the knife blade sounded again, without any rhythm at all.
Yuan Zhisheng didn't feel irritated when he heard the messy knocking sounds, and his heart slowly calmed down.
He would often follow Tachibana Masamune to forge iron and forge swords. Of course, he would just sit quietly by the side and chat with him sometimes.
Especially after entering the Executive Directorate, as an executive officer Minamoto has seen a lot of darkness and evil, which can weaken people's will, so he will confide to Tachibana Masamune on this occasion.
But in recent years, his work has become busier. It seems that since he became the director of the Executive Bureau, he rarely forges knives with his father.
Tachibana Masamune put all his strength into every blow. Japanese swords are extremely sharp and are made through thousands of forgings.
Yuan Zhisheng thought for a moment and asked, "When did dad start forging iron knives?"
Tachibana Masamune paused, his brows slightly furrowed, and he looked like he was thinking about the past, "I think it started when I first arrived in Japan. In the same year, I also learned tea ceremony, Chinese, archery, kendo, ikebana..." After finishing speaking
Tachibana Masamune continued what he was doing.
"Dad wanted to integrate into Japan back then, right?"
Tachibana Masamune nodded: "After spending most of my life wandering around, when people are approaching their twilight years, they naturally want to find a place to call home, take root and multiply, so as not to have no fixed place to live when they grow old, and end up dying alone."
Yuan Zhisheng nodded seriously and said: "Don't worry, Dad, I will pay homage to you after you pass away! I will fly back from France immediately. It doesn't matter if it affects the sunscreen business. Of course, it's best for you and me.
Let’s go to France together, and maybe you can have an evening love affair on a nudist beach!”
"You brat!" Masamune Tachibana laughed and scolded.
After chatting for a few words, the two got down to business.
"Jiang Yi will be involved in tomorrow night's mission." Yuan Zhisheng suddenly said, "He can't dive, but he will control the scene on the sea as a specialist of the headquarters."
Tachibana Masamune suddenly heard this message and stopped what he was doing. He threw the hammer and the blade aside. The blade was heated red by the fire but was not forged in time and became a piece of scrap metal.
It seemed that this news had a great impact on him, Tachibana Masamune's face was full of deep thought. Minamoto sat silently, not disturbing Tachibana Masamune's thoughts, and the only sound left in the room was the sound of the blazing fire.
After a long while, Tachibana Masamune said something: "No matter what, the secret of the God's Burial Hall cannot be known to Jiang Yi or the secret party, and the God must also be buried!"
"The Menggui are already planning to explore there. They want to resurrect the god and gain its power. The Sheqi Eight Family does not need a god, no, that is a demon! We want to kill this sinful demon!" Tachibana Masamune
He turned around and looked directly at Yuan Zhisheng, his eyes full of determination: "No matter what the cost, I will protect the secret of the Divine Burial Hall and bury the hopes of the meng ghosts."
Minamoto Chisheng also fell silent in the sharpness Tachibana Masamune showed in an instant.
"Japan's mixed race has always been a mystery, because Japan is an island country with little contact with the outside world. Before the Meiji Restoration, the secret party had never even heard of the name 'Sheqi Eight Families', so they have always been very curious about us and strongly
The curiosity drove the secret party to conduct many studies, including our genes." Masamune Tachibana said firmly, "Our secret cannot be hidden for long, and the secret party will soon reveal the answer."
Tachibana Masamune took a few steps forward and put his hand on Minamoto Chisheng's shoulder: "Chisheng, what do you think will happen if the secret party knows that we are the blood descendants of the White King?"
Yuan Zhisheng's body trembled slightly, and even with his determination, he couldn't pretend to be calm after hearing that word.
For a long time, words such as "White King" and "White Emperor" have been absolutely taboo in the Sheqiba family. They use other words to refer to White King to prevent the tribesmen who know this secret from inadvertently revealing it.
A secret that could cause turmoil among mixed races in the world.
Among the dragon kings, except for the supreme black king, the white king has the highest status. He is the high priest of the dragon tribe. The black king created an existence that is equal to himself. The white king is the only dragon king who can challenge the black king.
Therefore, the descendants of the White King are superior to other descendants. How precious is the blood of the White King inherited by the eight Sheqi families?
"I know what to do, dad." Yuan Zhisheng stood up silently.
"Chisheng, don't hesitate!" Tachibana Masamune said towards Minamoto's leaving figure.
"Dad, I've been thinking about it since last year when the inspection team arrived," Yuan Zhisheng opened the door and said, "but I still can't figure out, are we going to live a peaceful life, or do we want to master greater violence?"
After Yuan Zhisheng finished speaking, he walked out and closed the door.