Miss Hardcore Love Daily

The boudoir of the Yoshiwara women is different from Yang’s house. Compared with Yang’s house, which is full of people’s voices and instrumental music, the place where they live is much cleaner. The girls who have occasional contacts also treat Immortal Kawasami as a guest. .

At the beginning, he really did not expect that there would be no obstacles from the bottom of the building to the top of the building. According to the route in memory, there has been no change in the past three years—this seems to be a very old-fashioned place.

But it just seemed to be nothing more than that, because he didn't see a familiar person on the way of Undead River, and he also knew where Yoshihara was, so he felt a little emotional for a while.

But the closer he got to the room where he was kicked out by the girl, the more he felt this kind of emotion in his heart. Just ask, which man would like the girl he likes to stay in this kind of place.

Not only that, in addition to this relationship, there is a deeper reason.

The young man with dark eyes drooped, put his hand on his shoulder, and stopped at the door.

Hearing the footsteps outside the door, Wanyin Jiaye breathed out a puff of white smoke, and smiled with her lips painted with lip balm—how can a man walk freely in a place where women do business?

Unless it was greeted by someone above.

Since last night, she had definitely guessed that this thin-blooded person would come to him—she didn't believe that a pillar of the Ghost Slayer Squad would gently let go of a ghost who was obsessed with her own flesh and blood.

The wind outside the window gently flowed into the room, clearing the smoky place. The woman in red silk and gold thread gently closed the ingenuity on the mask, put down the cigarette rod, and pulled the black and white letters on the table with her hand, Hold the flame in the palm of your hand and burn it to ashes.

"It's all here, why don't you come in?"

Miss Wan Yin's voice pierced through the golden silk screen, calling the young man outside the paper door to pause, and then the door was gently pulled open by a slender white hand.

Compared with what he remembered, this hand was not at all the same. He felt that this hand was hard, big, deserted and unsatisfactory.

"Wan Yin, Jia Ye."

"Ah~ Long time no see, Mr. Undead Chuan—"

Three years.

For the first time, Immortal Kawasami noticed the trace of time——

The woman was dressed in a red robe, she was obviously dressed the same as before, with a golden half-mask covering the other's mouth, but no one could see the slightest resemblance.

The tall woman is not at all the same as the short girl in memory.She seems to have no heart like a bunny, and her whole body is stained with the world of mortals, only her eyes that are exposed are full of amorous feelings.

This is a very fanciful woman, pure and simple, the kind of man to woman.

Suddenly, Undead Kawa Minya was taken aback by his own despicable thoughts, immediately frowned, and put on a frosty face: "You knew I was coming."

He felt that the healed wound on his shoulder was still aching.

This strangeness made Bushichuan stiff all over, but what was waiting for him was not the urgency of the sword, but the other party smiled softly.

"Of course, come in, Mr. Undead Chuan, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

She said this to the white-haired youth.

Wan Yinjiaye didn't feel that there were so many changes in her body. She only felt that this kind of self was her usual posture. The reason why she was so young before was because she didn't get enough life to grow up.

Wanyin Jiaye was originally an adult woman, and in addition to the gaudy clothes on Yoshihara's side, she was used to lounging on the top floor, so she didn't think why the collar of the clothes she was wearing was not closed, and why the hem was open Old Gao.

Undead Kawa Minami's eyes drifted over the opponent's shoulders, neck and legs, and then looked away.He walked in with the other party, and the smell in the room was still mixed with a lot of tobacco leaves.

The smell was not very strong last night, just because Miss Wan Yin just made it today.

The woman told him to sit down, and began to make tea—unexpectedly, her tea ceremony was also decent.

Undead Kawa Minami's eyes darkened. He thought it was something she learned in the local area, but in fact it was a skill that Wanyin Jiaye had brought - she was trained in the early years, and it was not just about force.

"Mr. Bushichuan is really, don't whisper in the past today." The woman pushed over a teacup, but the young man didn't speak.

"I've grown taller, my eyes have become fiercer, and my aura is not the same as before... I don't know if you still remember, before I deliberately asked you to send some soup and water to walk such a long distance, it was very hard, right?"

Miss Wan Yin's tone was calm, and her bright red mouth opened and closed occasionally with a smile or two. If it wasn't for the fact that Immortal Kawa Miniya really knew something, he would have thought it was just a friend who hadn't seen him for a long time, reminiscing about the old days.

But he knew.

"...I always knew what you said." He said lightly.

"Eh?" Now it was the other party's turn to be surprised, his shallow eyes narrowed: "You know I did it on purpose? But then—"

"Ah." She suddenly understood what was going on and let out a sigh.

Wanyin Jiaye stopped in the middle of her speech, and she clarified the ins and outs of the matter in her mind: "Did Mr. Bushichuan like Jiaye so much at that time, so it is so~ so it is."

"..." The young man stared at the calm water between the tea cups, his gums moved slightly, but he said indifferently: "If you like it, you are still young and ignorant."

The woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, but soon became firm again: "'Young and ignorant', that is to say, Mr. Undead Chuan is now... Well, it makes sense, after all—"

The faint smell of tobacco emanated from the woman's hair, and the other party's nails painted with bright red Dan Kou inserted and entered, and slid down from the beginning to the end, and the abrupt laughter pierced the eardrums: "After all, ghost hunters like […] Ghost] or something, hahaha, isn’t it too ridiculous? Now, do you think it’s Mr. Undead Chuan??”

"...It really is you." The young man's eyes finally showed some waves, but the waves were very gloomy.

Wanyinjiaye thought it was the urgency of poking a sore foot, but others thought it was a deep pain.

"It tastes good, thank you for the hospitality~" She laughed and played.

Finally, under the calm, something is about to break out of its shell.

'Pa——' The rough porcelain cup was suddenly crushed in the fair hands of the young man, and the hot green matcha slipped out from the other's fingers, which was a silent deterrent.

But even in the midst of this, the white-haired youth remained expressionless.

"What's your expression? It's too unreasonable, Mr. Undead Chuan?"

Wanyin Jiaye grinned, not paying attention to the warning, no, it should be said that the angrier the other party is, the better.

Her white and sharp teeth were exposed under the golden mask, and her face was also wrinkled because of the overly exerted expression, pretending to be heartless, cold and innocent.

"It's only natural for ghost hunters to kill ghosts, right?"

The young man swished out the blade hidden under his clothes, the turquoise steel blade reflected a white light and pierced Wanyin Jiaye's eyes, she heard his forbearing and hard voice, pretending to be calm.

"Well, of course—just, do you dare? Can you? You, do you want to do it?"

The woman raised her hand and tore off her half mask of filigree gold enamel, revealing a smile and canine teeth that are different from ordinary people—as if she was showing off silently, enough to satisfy her own vanity and danger.

"It's only natural for ghost hunters to kill ghosts, and it's the same for ghosts to eat people, right?"

"..." The young man looked at her.

The ghost continued: "Because it's instinct."

He remembered the restrained eating last night, staring at the golden mask in her hand: "I am thin blood, you already knew last night."

"Yes, I know, but why can't Mr. Undead Chuan let me go, this poor ghost, and come here eagerly, so that I don't have to bear the pain to eat you-I endured it for a long time last night ~"

Wanyin Jiaye deliberately provoked him, her eyes were clear, and she deliberately made herself appear to be the kind of person the other party hated the most. This may be another way of Wanyin Jiaye expressing gratitude.

But as she talked, the feeling of being attracted and unable to control herself really made Wan Yinjiaye angry.

Sparks shot out from her eyes, and fangs grew through her thoughts. It wasn't until her lips hurt that she was vaguely aware of her state.

Wanyin Jiaye blinked her eyes in confusion, and frowned. The gold mask in her hand was imprinted by her—the filigree gold texture was pressed into a lump like clay, without the smoothness of fine carving. .

"Hey, Miss Kaye, these years you—"

The hair blocked the young man's eyes, preventing Wanyin Jiaye from seeing the other person's face clearly, and he could only judge through the tight jaw that his emotions were still under Wanyin Jiaye's control.

The woman surrounded by gold and jade decorations seemed to be guilty but not wrong, as if the other party finally had a little reaction to make her happy.

Wan Yinjiaye leaned forward, and continued: "Do you want to ask me how many people I ate! It's a lot, a lot——"

She is the best at putting on a show, and it's not that she doesn't know how to hit the opponent's bottom line.

"Heh~" The young man clenched the Sun Wheel Knife in his hand, and the veins and blood vessels on the forearm where the sleeve slid down burst out: "Why did you do that?"

Immortal Chuan raised his head, and Wan Yinjiaye finally saw the other party's expression clearly.

It was as cold as ice.

It can be seen that he is trying to suppress something, his face is expressionless, but he can see the blood vessels bursting from the blood, just like his hands.

"Can't you laugh?"

Wan Yin Jia Ye was bored, but she seemed to think of something again, she slowly crawled over, and reached out to touch the tip of the blue steel blade.

"Didn't Mr. Bushichuan say that it's only natural for ghosts to eat people—and besides, you should know that the way to become stronger for ghosts is to 'eat people'?"

"..."

Wen Xiang nephrite, he can feel the other party's cold body, and the bitter smell of tobacco leaves, "Miss Jia Ye, I mean—"

"Huh? What what?" His eyes were golden, innocent and cruel.

"You really--"

Undead Chuan didn't look sideways, his voice was trembling, and it was contained in his throat. Since the day he was 15 years old, all the battles about ghosts that happened have been played back in his mind frame by frame.

Even his mother couldn't get rid of that powerful 'instinct', let alone a young girl?

But the more this happened, the more there was a voice saying——

"Ah, that's right! There's a question I've wanted to ask for a long time, Shimi can tell me!"

The woman in red painted Dan Kou's nails off the blue steel blade, and lightly patted on the veins of the young man. Her smile was still sweet, but her voice was deliberately lowered and whispered in the other's ear, implying a threat:

"Didn't I tell you [forever] not to come again?"

Immortal Kawa Minami lowered her head, the woman's face was close at hand, she stopped laughing following the sound, her toffee-colored eyes covered all the highlights.

So that's the case, it's really the case, she is still Wan Yin Jia Ye.

"Heh~" he said, "Three years ago."

His voice was unexpectedly hoarse, as if his throat had been muffled, but Undead River continued.

"Miss Jia Ye, do you remember what you did?"

The world is spinning, and the tinnitus is not deaf.

The heavy feeling on the back of the head is extremely familiar.

When the dust settled, Wanyinjiaye strangled her neck, her fingertips trembling slightly.

There was gravity on her shoulders, the man's weight was all on Miss Wan Yin's body, the aftermath of the sudden dull pain provoked the woman's nerves.

The temples popped out.

Immortal Kawasami, this stinky thing, actually pinned her to the ground? !

The young man leaned on it, "Miss Wan Yin who is putting on airs, have you really eaten people?"