[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

Fingers gently wave the strings, then let go, and the last trembling lingering sound disappears.

It can be said that the pale fingers are slender and fragile, and they flick the beautiful music in such a twists and turns.

The last movement stopped, and even the slightly trembling strings calmed down, but the familiar figure still did not appear in the opened window.

There is no audience for this song tonight.

Slightly drooping his eyes, he didn't care, thinking in his heart like comforting himself: Maybe he was held back by the task, maybe he won't come today...?

Since that time, a familiar scene has been staged every few days.Sitting quietly facing each other, no one spoke, just sat and listened to each other, finished playing, and then left tacitly, just like this short meeting and then separation.

There was a tacit understanding and no one opened their mouths, and the few words were just polite and full of unfamiliarity.

But only a few times, it seems that they have already been familiar with this way of getting along.

It was past midnight, but no one broke the silence in the room.

Fang Ji stood up with her hands on the low table, and walked towards the window with no expression on her face.

As soon as his hand touched the frame of the window, he was startled by something approaching suddenly.

The suddenly enlarged face, the same wide open light blue eyes.

He moved in such a hurry that Muichiro didn't see the person standing silently in front of the window, and he couldn't hold his feet when he noticed.

From above, a person fell down, covering his head and face.

The movements were stiff and slightly flustered, and he barely stopped, instead of hitting directly, there was a muffled sound, although it was about the same.

Barely stopped, but the long mint-colored gradient hair that rushed forward with inertia covered his face.

Fang Ji pulled down expressionlessly, and met a pair of guilt-ridden eyes.

"Are you okay?" Muichiro was a little at a loss, stretching out his hand and subconsciously wanted to make a move.It wasn't until he touched that soft cheek that he suddenly woke up and withdrew his hand.

"I'm fine." Ji Ji shook her head, lowered her eyes slightly, and then saw a touch of red behind someone.

Muichiro was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he took out the flower from behind with a somewhat unnatural movement.

"That... I saw it on the road. It's very special and I think it suits you very well, so I was a little delayed." Muichiro moved stiffly, a little lacking in confidence, and his eyes drifted away subconsciously.

The red petals are stretched, and because the night is halfway through, they are stained with a little bit of water.It is a camellia in full bloom, the size of a palm.Because of the rough action of picking it off, it still hasn't been well protected, leaving only a bare stem without a leaf.

The most special thing is the center of the flower center, which is a white petal.

There are no grafted varieties in this era, so it should be very rare.

But when she thought about the meaning of flowers, Ji Ji pursed her lips: "For me?"

Muichiro was a little uncomfortable, but he still nodded expressionlessly, but his eyes just glanced at the pair of white pupils from time to time, and then drifted away: "Um..."

There was silence for a long time, and just when Muichiro couldn't help but want to take it back, there was a voice from the opposite side.

"My lord, are you serious?"

Wuichiro pursed his lips, seemingly puzzled: "Yes."

After another long silence, he slowly lowered his eyes and took a half step back.

Folding his hands on his waist, he half bent his waist and lowered his head: "The concubine will accept it, and please ask the lord to put it on for the concubine."

Muichiro paused, then nodded after ah: "Ah? Good."

He leaned over cautiously with his hands and feet, stepping his feet slightly, then pinched the flower in circles with his hands and feet helplessly, and finally inserted it between the snow-colored hair stiffly.

The red is more vivid and dazzling against the white background.

Finally, Muichiro let out a sigh of relief, and then met a pair of slightly serious eyes.

"Then, my concubine will be waiting for your lord tomorrow, so please be sure to keep your promise."

Muichiro was slightly stunned, but nodded after thinking about it: "Okay."

Although I don't know why I have to abide by the contract, but since it is the request of the person in front of me, it is fine to obey.

The light blue eyes are slightly softer, and there is an inconspicuous arc hanging from the corner of the mouth.

The night is coming to an end, and the white sky can already be vaguely seen.

Standing in front of the window, playing with the somewhat rough flower branch with a blank face, on the red petals, a touch of white is particularly eye-catching.

"Zhihuo, is there such a need at this age?" He said casually, and then closed the window casually.

With a sneer, she loosened her hair and pushed it back over her shoulder: "You should know? Like Yaozai, he married his wife when he was thirteen."

Wisteria Zhihuo smiled brightly, although he knew that one of the two didn't know the meaning, and the other would get the wrong meaning, but does this have anything to do with him watching the fun?

No, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, so I just made the misunderstanding bigger.

However, I'm really curious if Yu will really dedicate himself to this, really curious.

"However, Camellia, although it is beautiful, is also known as the flower with a broken head." Zhihuo stretched slightly, and gestured on his neck: "Head off."

"But the flower language is good, humility, ideal love." Zhihuo smiled lightly: "Is it a mistake?"

All these complaints, a certain ghost who was thinking and struggling, didn't care.

The night slowly began to spread from the sky, gradually darkened, and then a little bit of starlight hung up.

The wide-open windows let in the evening breeze, and the warm lights spread over every corner of the room.

The room was lit with a different warm fragrance, soothing and a little ambiguous.

Duan Duan was kneeling and sitting on a soft couch. Today, there was no shamisen or other items, and the room was empty.

Wearing a red dress that is different from the past, on the meticulously combed white hair, there is a camellia flower that is still bright.

A touch of red was painted on to make the pale cheeks rosy, although it didn't look much different.

Although he was dressed in red and sat upright, his expression still showed some confusion and hesitation.

After waiting for a long time, a familiar person rolled in from the outside while doing familiar movements.

But today is a little different from the past. I can hear heavy footsteps from a distance, and I seem to be very tired.

There was some yesterday, and today it is undisguised.

Then, the faint bloody smell that hit the nostrils as soon as it was turned inside explained everything.

Although he hastily changed his clothes and washed his hands hastily, he could still smell the stench and blood.

After seeing the waiting person, his tired half-drooped eyes were slightly surprised, and the fatigue on his face faded slightly.

Provoked a faint arc, and then smiled; "Very beautiful."

This time, it was the other one who was stunned.

The original high-intensity tasks are difficult, but after trying to shorten the time, they become more and more exhausted.

Originally, he could bear it on the road, but when he approached here and saw the person in front of him, it seemed to burst out in an instant, and all the exhaustion surged up.

He staggered and knelt and sat down, his eyelids were clenched.

"I'm sorry, I...please let me sleep for a while..." The voice gradually lowered, and she fell asleep with her head on the side without any defense.

Sitting on her knees, her figure was exhausted, and her eyes were an unstoppable light blue.

With a sigh, he leaned forward and lay down.

Without any defense, not even a single other action, trusting wholeheartedly.

Curled up, with his head resting on the knee of the person below him, his hair fell on his knee, and was then gathered by one hand.

Putting the black team uniform that had been taken off on the defenseless man who had just fallen asleep like this, he said softly, "Go to sleep."

Unprecedented relaxation, in every dream that was haunted by nightmares and restless, today is unprecedented peace and relaxation, involuntarily, I just want to sink down completely like this, and sleep in this peaceful dream.Here, nothing.

After opening his eyes, what came into view was a face with slightly closed eyes, which was unprecedentedly clear and quiet.

The atmosphere seemed to be very relaxed, and the stone that was pressing on my heart seemed to disappear.

Quietly looking at the peaceful sleeping face, until the eye feathers trembled slightly, meeting a pair of hazy eyes.

Kneeling and sitting up, the two sides looked at each other silently, and then Ji Ji looked out of the slightly lit window, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"You, you, don't you know what to do last night? It's a waste or you don't understand at all."

After thinking about it carefully, I probably don’t understand.Then he laughed out loud.

I was thinking something, really.

The pupils that were originally shrouded in frost had a moment of brightness, although it was only for a moment, but it was very familiar.

Outside the window, the first ray of sunlight has already cast down.

Here’s a little bit about the private setting of sending flowers:

Sending flowers has another meaning in Flower Street.It has a special meaning for the people here.

Here it is simply divided into oirans and ordinary-level wandering girls.

Giving it to a girl of ordinary rank means praising and approving her beauty and art, as well as selecting a candidate.

For example, pin a flower on a girl, and then Mama Sang and others will acquiesce that the girl belongs to you today or tomorrow night.There is a sense of convention.

However, other wandering girls can't refuse the flowers here, but the oiran can.

(Not everyone can give it away, most people can't afford it, because the price is higher than ordinary ones)

The oiran has a high rank and can even receive nobles.So there are quite a few oiran flowers, but she never accepts any of them.In her whole life, she will only accept one person, or a few people who match her eyes.

And this is the oiran selection.

Those who are selected can go to the place agreed by the oiran on the second night and then do this or that (be shielded), and then the clothes worn here are of different colors.

White means that I recognize you, but our fate is just to meet by chance. After tonight, each will be well.

Red means that I have a crush on you, you can take me away, and I am willing to go with you. (Yu was tricked into wearing red clothes)

Because oirans don't need to redeem themselves, they have the right to choose.Moreover, the oiran's rank is very high, and his status will not be low, and he can even be matched with ordinary nobles.

So, it is an honor to be chosen by the oiran? (It's a pity that Muichiro doesn't know)

(The above is my blindness, there is no basis, just look happy)