Eighth Crown

A few streets away from the apartment building, there is a bustling commercial street.

It integrates leisure, catering, clothing and other industries, and because of its location in the city center and convenient transportation, people come and go here, and it is not even on weekends, but it is still conspicuously busy.

Liu Xia took Miyamoto Musashi and entered a clothing store in a chain mall under the surprised gaze of passersby.

Now is the season of midsummer and early autumn. The store not only sells T-shirts and skirts for summer, but also casual jackets for autumn, and even swimsuits.

"Wow! Modern people look so bold in clothes!"

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes stared straight at several sets of swimsuits on a hanger not far away. Although there was an irrepressible blush on his face, his eyes glowed faintly.

"That's a swimsuit you wear when you're in the swimming pool or at the beach, of course not in everyday life. Do you like swimsuits very much?"

Ryuxia turned to look at Miyamoto Musashi.

This woman is so well developed, not only her figure, but also her height is a head taller than Liu Xia, so that he always has to raise his head when he wants to meet her eyes.

"Can I buy it?!"

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes suddenly lit up, and when he saw Liu Xia's eyes becoming bright, he immediately stepped forward, "Then I want this set!"

After Liu Xia looked over, she raised her brows.

"Male swimsuit?"

"Of course!"

Miyamoto Musashi picked up a set of men's swimming trunks on the hanger, and said in a natural tone: "I'm new to this era, why can't I put on such revealing clothes right away? The swimsuit is for Liu Xia. You bought the sauce!"

No wonder your eyes were so bright just now.

You must be imagining me in those swim trunks, right?

This woman, although Liu Xia already knew about her beautiful personality, she didn't expect to reach such a level, she was already considered a bit of a slut.

"Forget it, I don't buy swimsuits, choose your own clothes."

Liu Xia waved her hand to reject Miyamoto Musashi's proposal, which made her suddenly look very regretful, as if there was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of it to slip away from her eyes.

"It doesn't matter, just give it a try, Liuxia-chan!" Musashi continued unwillingly.

"Don't try." Liu Xia's heart was not fluctuating.

Even if he intends to sacrifice his color to win over Miyamoto Musashi, he still needs to grasp his own value. Once he pays the price when it is unnecessary, his value will be greatly reduced in the future.

Sacrifice hue, only when necessary.

After repeated requests, Liu Xia did not agree, so Miyamoto Musashi could only unwillingly put down the swimming trunks in his hand, cooperated with the shopping guide, and began to choose his own clothes.

"How about this dress? The gorgeous red should suit this lady very well."

"Um...isn't that revealing too much?"

Miyamoto Musashi came out of the fitting room and turned around, feeling that he was always cold.

She was wearing a red skirt with white and tender shoulders on the upper body, and the skirt on the lower body only covered around her thighs, revealing half of her body, which made her uncomfortable.

But there was something even more uncomfortable for her.

Miss Musashi does not have underwear, or, although she does, it is also underwear from the Edo period, which really does not match with modern skirts.

After buying a relatively satisfactory set of red sleeveless T-shirts and blue jeans at the clothing store, the two rushed to the women's underwear area.

Standing at the door of the women's underwear area, Liu Xia fell into contemplation.

Now, should he go in? Still standing at the door?

What would fit the character he created for him?

Just when Liu Xia fell into deep thought, his eyes swept left and right habitually. When he wanted to observe the store environment, two very familiar figures came from the aisle not far away.

Lucia's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Go in alone and try to communicate with the shopping guide as much as possible."

Liu Xia turned around and ordered Miyamoto Musashi.

After all, he chose not to go in, and tried his best to show his gentlemanly demeanor.

"Hey! Ryuxia-chan is shy? It's so cute!"

Miss Musashi teased him with a smile, and then she didn't care too much, and walked into the lingerie store with the credit card that Liu Xia gave.

And Liu Xia, also outside the store, reunited with those two familiar people.

"Ah? Isn't this Shishi's younger brother?"

The male among the two, wearing a black coat and trousers, with glasses on his face, always gave off a kind-hearted feeling like a good old man, and said a little surprised to Liu Xia.

"Eh? My brother?"

The other person was dressed in the iconic kimono and jacket, and his hands were still casually inserted into his trouser pockets. After hearing what Hei Tong Qian also blurted out, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"My brother would come to such a place, is he awakening some strange interest?"

The eyes of the two ceremonies swept past the number plate of the underwear store on the side, and the eyes looking at Liu Xia were full of ridicule.

"of course not."

Liu Xia's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes also swept past the two rituals and Hei Tong Ganya, and there was a polite but restrained smile on his face, like a noble son.

"A passerby lady asked me about the location of the lingerie store, and I just brought her here."

Although he had a sincere smile on his face, the words he said were completely nonsense.

This is the skill that Liu Xia, an emotionless monster, learned during the process of observing and integrating with humans.

One for the face, one for the heart.

No matter what your thoughts are, how disrespectful and vile you are, you must wear a friendly mask on your face.

This is also one of the inferiority of human beings, and they will never speak their minds.

He does not despise this point of human beings, but thinks that this kind of mask-wearing behavior is very practical and a very good way to integrate and deceive others and society.

"Mr. Hei Tong, I'm sorry, is it convenient for me and my sister to chat alone?"

With a friendly mask on her face, Liu Xia also made a request to Kuro Tong.

"Well, okay, no problem."

The good old Hei Tong Ganya, like last time, walked away from the two rituals without even asking the reason, leaving the space for Liu Xia and the two rituals.

"You are really good at talking to people and talking to ghosts."

The two ceremonies smiled and opened their mouths to Liu Xia, their bright eyes seemed to be able to speak, "It's as if they don't have their own face."