Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

There are stars in Yue Zongjin's eyes on the third day, but now the stars have turned into Fu Zhenhong, reflecting his eyes.

Fu Zhenhong didn't kiss deeply, but just kissed lightly like a dragonfly's touch, and the next second, Fu Zhenhong took the initiative to back away from Sanri Yuezong, who was still in a daze.

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen's lips, which were originally as light as water, glowed with a lustrous and translucent luster, and a thin blush appeared on his fair cheeks.At this moment, the most beautiful Fu Sangshen, known as one of the five swords in the world, seemed to have fallen into the mundane world from the bright moon that had emerged from a high place, and was tainted with the breath of fireworks.

Fu Zhenhong admired it for a moment, then lightly patted Sanri Yue Zongjin's cheek, and walked ashore from the spring without saying a word.

A white bath towel was wrapped around his waist, and his wet black hair was scattered on his clean and flawless back. Crystal drops of water slowly descended along his jade-like delicate skin, drawing out a smooth and graceful body line. It flows to the delicate and small waist, and finally disappears in the gap of the bath towel.

too thin...

Sanri Yuezong looked closely at the slender and flexible waist, if it was a little thinner, maybe he could fully hug it with one hand.

Then, when he realized that he was actually thinking about these things, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen suddenly changed his expression slightly, and he lowered his eyes, not looking at the God-inspector who had gone away.

The water in the bath was still lukewarm, but Sanri Yuezong was soaking in the spring water, but felt a chilly coolness gradually soaking into his skin.

The kiss just now couldn't be restrained in his mind. Although the warmth and softness between the lips was only fleeting, he couldn't ignore it at all.

Sanri Yuezong subconsciously stroked his own lips, as if there was still another person's fragrance on them.

This seemingly indelible fragrance made Sanri Yue Zongjin feel a kind of heart palpitation and vague panic that he shouldn't have.

Bang bang bang... The heartbeat is still beating irregularly.

Sanri Yuezong lowered his brows and eyes tightly, and his lips were tightly closed into a cold straight line.

The night was getting darker, and the clouds covered the bright moonlight, but Yue Zongjin did not get up in the third day, but just soaked in the shallow rippling spring water alone, and slowly curled up the other hand hanging by his side, Then slowly tighten.

The seductive person doesn't care much, and the seduced person is uneasy.

On the second day, Fu Zhenhong ate breakfast in the pill.

On the surface, compared with the previous few days, these Tokenfusangshen who have already known what he has done in this world through Tsurumaru Kuninaga, seem to have no change in their attitude towards him.

However, as long as you observe a little more carefully, you can discover the subtle emotions in the depths of these Fu Sangshen's eyes.Among these Sword Fusangshen, Mikayue Zongjin, who experienced an ambiguous episode with him last night, behaved the most normal.

Fu Zhenhong didn't know how long Sankai Yuezong stayed alone in the place thinking after he left the open-air spring last night, but Fu Zhenhong had to admit that Sankai Yuezong was indeed a little more A kind of calm and thoughtful calm that is not surprised.

"Is the god judge going to this world after eating breakfast?"

Sanri Yue Zongjin spoke first, breaking the quiet atmosphere at the table.

"Yes," Fu Zhenhong took a sip of black tea and nodded slightly.

"Ah, ah, are you going on a date? With that dwarf in a hat?" This sentence was said by Tsurumaru Kuninaga, in a moderate voice, but enough for every fusangshen at the dinner table to hear.

This time, the atmosphere was even more deadly than before.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and looked at the smiling Tsurumaru Kuninaga with lukewarm eyes.

Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong glanced at Fu Zhenhong, clenched his hand into a fist and put it on his lips, coughed slightly, and said in a smooth manner: "Tsuraru, yesterday's Tian Dangban was made by Yamabuki for you, today you can't be lazy anymore , come with me after breakfast."

"Hey, little brother Maru, let's go on a date soon." Higakiri held his chin, his brows and eyes were curved, and he looked gently at Kagemaru beside him.

Xiwan coughed violently, and was so startled that he almost spit out the meal he had just swallowed, "Ahem—brother, it's our turn to be a horse today!"

"Is that so? That's a pity," Higiri sighed intentionally or unintentionally: "April is the most suitable season for love."

Zong San lowered his beautiful eyelashes slightly on his left, and his voice was soft and plaintive: "For a bird in a cage, all seasons are the same."

[They are all the swords of a group of acting personalities. ]

Fu Zhenhong was noncommittal about the complaints about the weak chicken system.

The fusangshen transformed by swords have their own independent and distinct personalities. In some respects, the temperament and habits of each fusangshen are more or less similar to their forgers or former masters. Some subtle similarities.

In the similarity, different characteristics are derived in different environments.

Not immutable materialization.

It is precisely because of this that their existence is particularly special.

After Fu Zhenhong finished drinking the black tea, she left the pill directly.

Not long after returning to reality, the doorbell rang.

Fu Zhenhong thought of what Zhongyuan Zhongye said last night, and thought that the person outside the door was a young man with orange hair, but when she opened the door, she saw that it was a waste device with straps.

"Good day ~ Tomie-san, today is also a day full of vitality and refreshment ~"

"Did Dazai throw the task to his partner willfully again?"

"Well, because there is nothing more important than staying with Tomie-san." Dazai said naturally.

"Keep a close eye on Fujie-san, in case you get caught by that slug..."

Before Osamu Dazai finished speaking, a familiar angry voice sounded behind him——

"Dazai, why are you bastard mackerel here!"

"Of course I came to see Tomie-san on a date." Dazai Osamu turned his head and glanced at Nakahara Chuya who was striding over, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said in a brisk tone: "Slugs are not allowed in the sweet world of two people."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look at Fu Zhenhong, and under Fu Zhenhong's calm and indifferent face, he quickly calmed down the anger that sprang up after seeing Dazai Zhizhi.

He raised his chin slightly, coldness and sharpness appeared in his beautiful blue eyes: "Have you started talking nonsense after not finding someone to die for love, Dazai, don't forget that I can crush you at any time."

Indeed, in terms of force value, Osamu Dazai had no power to fight back against Nakahara Chuya.

"Violence can't solve the problem of emotional belonging," Osamu Dazai smiled and bent two crescents: "Fu Jiang-san likes a gentle and handsome tall-tall-young-young like me..."

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, Osamu Dazai deliberately prolonged his tone, and even emphasized the word "tall" very embarrassingly.

The strongest cadre of the port mafia, Mr. Gravity with super aura, the most taboo thing is the height that has been stagnant in the past few years. Dazai Osamu's words are precise and neat, and they are the most concerned about the Central Plains. sore spot.

Chuya Nakahara's face darkened in an instant. If it wasn't for the presence of Dr. Kawakami, he would have already started beating this bastard mackerel at this moment.

Osamu Dazai didn't talk to Nakahara Nakaya, but held Fu Zhenhong's hand directly, and said in a very natural tone of intimacy between lovers: "Tomie-san, let's go to see the sea today. At the foot of Vila Mountain, it is said that you can see the five-colored waves of the sea at noon."

Before Fu Zhenhong could answer, Zhong Yuanzhong immediately said: "No." The orange-haired young man also held Fu Zhenhong's hand, and warned Dazai Osamu: "Doctor Kawakami wants to stay with me."

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, his iris-colored pupils poured out a ruthlessness under the instigation of his thick black eyelashes.

Fu Zhenhong stood between the two, one hand was held by the other, and the two of them seemed to be secretly competing, and they held Fu Zhenhong's hand tighter and tighter.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips, and said in a cold voice, "Let go."

There were not too many words, but the two short words and the calm tone instantly made the two people who were on the verge of swords let go of their hands obediently.

And at this moment, a string of pure music suddenly sounded.

It's Fu Zhenhong's ringtone.

He took out his cell phone and saw that the caller ID was Yukimura Seichi.

After connecting, the young man's gentle and clear voice slowly entered Fu Zhenhong's eardrums through the phone line.

"Good day, Dr. Kawakami."

"Good day." Fu Zhenhong replied.

"Is Dr. Kawakami free today?" Yukimura Seichi asked.

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer. He vaguely heard other people talking on the other end of the phone. It was a bit noisy, as if they were discussing some kind of party.

Fu Zhenhong's silence made Yukimura Seiki pause for a moment, as if he was afraid that Fu Zhenhong would refuse, and the purple-haired youth quickly added: "The staff are going to celebrate my discharge from the hospital. They are very grateful to Dr. Kawakami and hope to be able to treat me Dr. Kawakami expresses his gratitude."

"Which location?"

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes lit up, and warmth appeared in his violet-like pupils, and he quickly reported the specific address.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Zhenhong glanced at Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya who were still standing there, and after thinking for a moment, asked, "Chuya, did you come by car?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

As a car lover, after his private garage was blown up by the troublemaker Osamu Dazai, Nakahara went crazy to make up for various styles of sports cars.

"Have you heard the address clearly?" Fu Zhenhong asked again.

Ever since Fu Zhenhong connected the phone, Zhong Yuanzhong, who had been eavesdropping with his ears up, nodded again.And asked very gentlemanly and considerately: "Doctor Kawakami, shall I send you there now?"

"Well, right now."

"Eh? What about me?" Osamu Dazai murmured dissatisfiedly, trying to find a sense of existence: "I will follow."

But neither Fu Zhenhong nor Zhongyuan Zhongye completely ignored this slightly noisy strap wasting device.

In the end, Fu Zhenhong sat in Nakahara Chuya's car, leaving Dazai Osamu with the exhaust of the car.

And Osamu Dazai, who was left alone in the same place and no one answered him, had no choice but to squat at the closed door, and pitifully called Atsushi Nakajima——

"Wow Dunjun, I was ruthlessly abandoned by Fu Jiangsang. I really want to jump into the icy river now. Maybe only the pain of drowning can relieve my wounded heart."

As soon as he got on the phone, he heard a series of complaints from Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Mr. Dazai, Ranpo-kun said that the cold river water will only make the skin wrinkle and stink.

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The address Yukimura Seichi said on the phone is located in the most bustling commercial plaza in the center of Yokohama. The commercial plaza has eight floors and is a business district integrating entertainment, fitness, catering and shopping.

It only takes about 45 minutes to drive from Fu Zhenhong's residence.

Behind the commercial plaza is the twin-tower skyscraper that was built just a month ago. The floor of this twin-tower skyscraper is as high as 56 floors.

Although this twin-tower skyscraper was completed a month ago, it was only a few days ago that it was officially opened to the public.

Today, in this twin-tower skyscraper, an appreciative exhibition will be held, hosted by the Suzuki Foundation, the Atobe Foundation, and the Akashi Foundation, which are the three largest consortiums in Japan.

The general counsel of the Suzuki Consortium, Jiro Kichi Suzuki will be the first to show the sapphire "Heart of Water Mist", which was obtained at a high price from the Italian Jewelry Fair a week ago.

As for the Atobe Consortium and the Akashi Consortium, it is said that they will also produce rare treasures that have been treasured for many years.

The connoisseurship exhibition is scheduled for seven o'clock in the evening.

In order to drive the upsurge of the masses, heighten the lively atmosphere, and achieve the purpose of chain profit, the directors behind the commercial plaza took advantage of the popularity of the twin-tower skyscrapers to link up with all the shops in the plaza, offering a [-]% discount on tourists' consumption.

Fu Zhenhong was sitting in Zhongyuan Zhongye's car, because there were many traffic lights in the commercial street, afraid that Fu Zhenhong would be bored waiting, so Zhongyuan Zhongye turned on the radio player.

The default initial channel of the player happens to be the radio station in Yokohama City, and the clear female voice tells about the upcoming appreciative exhibition of the twin-tower skyscrapers.

"...The heart of the sapphire mist of the Suzuki Consortium will be officially exhibited at seven o'clock tonight. According to people familiar with the matter, the Kaitou Kidd has sent a notice letter to Suzuki's consultant, so what will happen to this world-famous magician this time?" Can you successfully obtain this..."

Fu Zhenhong wasn't listening to the voice behind him. At this moment, his attention was on a black Porsche turning from the street ahead.

It was a Porsche 356A made in Germany with the license plate number Shinjuku 34-4869.