Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Shiori stood up from the ground and patted the dust on the back of the jacket.

The scratch on the right arm was blocked with spiritual power, and now it is almost bloodless.

She stared at the flustered white-haired boy in front of her, and approached step by step without haste.

Shiori didn't deliberately speed up her steps, but she also didn't lower the voice of her steps.

Da da da.

Every sound is accompanied by just the right sense of oppression.

The spiritual pressure that had been well restrained was only pressed against him with a little bit of pertinence.

Under the threat of malicious spiritual pressure, the other party was almost immobile.

The boy was obviously frightened. A rat like this was prepared for a sneak attack at the beginning, although he didn't know why or how he knew about this place.

However, to be honest, if there is no Shiori.

He has a nearly [-]% chance and has already succeeded.

wrong.

The goal is Duoduoliang's words.

"The Colorless King?"

Shiori's mind cleared up a lot.She touched the gold-rimmed glasses in her pocket and put them on.

Although not as miraculous as the pair of black-rimmed glasses that Ranpo had, her clear mind also allowed her to quickly sort out and integrate most of the information she now knew.

The woman's figure is graceful, every frown and smile is pure and graceful, but the golden longbow in her left hand is not so...

lady.

"Ha, yes. I am the colorless king, and only those with the same royal power can kill the king."

He stepped forward quickly and took it with his good hand.

Probably three to five bullets left in the gun.

strangeness.

Why the obsession with guns?

"Aren't you going to start your own sanctuary?"

Dominated by the king's self-awareness, with himself as the center, a spherical enchantment formed with the range of his ability as the radius.

After becoming a king, the most obvious feature is the sword of Damocles, which will appear above the king's head after activating a certain amount of abilities.

It is dangerous to itself but also a deterrent to others.

Even the king who is not good at attacking is protected by the stone slab, so under normal circumstances, there is no non-king who kills the king or a very small number of people other than members of the same clan.

In such a situation where it can be said that one's life is almost in danger, it seems too strange not to use one's own abilities.

"Or is it that you have no way to expand the Sanctuary?"

She tilted her head, speaking in exact words

Angrily concluded.

"A king who can't even expand the sanctuary can't be considered a complete king at all. Then the rules for killing kings will definitely not be so harsh."

"Hahahahaha."

The white-haired boy suddenly laughed. Although his voice still sounded distressed, he seemed a little more calm.

He opened his arms, as if giving up the struggle.

"This body is not mine, come on, if you kill 'me', let's not talk about what will happen to 'me', he will definitely not be alive."

"Really? You think that, I'll stop."

Shiori raised the corners of her lips indifferently, put on the bowstring with her right hand without hesitation, and pulled it full.

Different from the original light arrow that was hastily compressed purely by the power and the surrounding spirits, the ready-to-go arrow was vaguely entwined with black power, and the attack power was obviously stronger.

Let go without stopping.

The off-string arrow grazed the boy's cheek.

"boom--"

It suddenly spread obliquely upwards, brushed past an unsightly green parrot in the sky, and exploded into flowers.

Orange and ice blue fireworks bloomed in the silent night sky, and sparks scattered from the center to the surroundings, gorgeous and bright.

It has to be said that Shiori's talent in making fireworks has a bit of the charm of Shiba's cannons.

"Look, I just..."

The boy took advantage of this gap to shoot again, the expression on his face became determined, and the flamboyant and exaggerated smile was almost frozen on his face...

"Chun Gui, Gutian Zhandun, I refuse!"

The flashing orange light passed through the boy's right shoulder along with the woman's firm chant.

"What, how is it possible..."

The orange flash definitely penetrated the body, but there was no trace of blood, accompanied by extremely severe pain projected on the soul.

Can't move, can't break away.

The sharp pain, like a needle prick, almost tore through his entire soul.

Let the fox soul who was planning to find the right opportunity to interfere and seize the body of the woman in front of him really start to panic and despair.

"Spirit arrows may accidentally injure innocent human bodies, but Liuhua, who divides the range of rejection according to my thoughts, will not. Heh, I have as many methods to deal with souls as I want."

What gave you the confidence to think that with the freedom to interfere with other people's bodies, there is no way to be caught in the soul itself?

Shiori smiled all over her face, explained to him softly, and even caressed her broken skin leisurely.

hole scarf.

The anger that was suppressed by the glasses just now rose to the heart again.

Boy, your path is narrowed.

How dare he play soul separation with a little girl who has been immersed in Shinto since she was a child, raised by gods and gods of death, and keeps in daily contact with high-ranking hell officials.

Shiori had already walked in front of him, put on a glove on his hand at some point, and pressed hard on the boy's chest.

grip.

"White fox soul?"

The white and transparent fox soul was tightly held in the girl's hand, its weak front paws grabbed her fingers and tried to escape.

"You! Who are you? Let me go!"

Shiori, who was also eager to study and curious, took a closer look.

"No wonder, you have interfered or exchanged bodies many times, right? Because too many personalities are intertwined, even the soul can no longer maintain its own appearance."

"Now that you are like this, it feels like transforming the soul, and it is even lower than transforming the soul."

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time to chat."

Shiori, who used the bound way to completely trap the fox soul, supported the inverted triangle-shaped cone-shaped bounded way and inverted mountain crystal space.

Then, like a bear child, a rotational acceleration was given to the space of the inverted triangle.

Seeing the space spinning rapidly in his hands, the fox staggered to and fro, and spoke regretfully.

"It's a pity, only the soul looks like a white fox, there is no body."

Shiori stroked her chin and continued talking thoughtfully.

"Otherwise, maybe you can still keep warm by pulling the hair off your body to make a scarf?"

"Forget it, if there is such a white fox scarf, I probably still despise the smell on your body. Even if you give it to someone else, you will be despised."

"hey-hey."

The radian of the corner of the mouth, the dimples on the cheeks, the clear peach blossom eyes shining with golden light, and the faint redness at the corners of the eyes.

In the eyes of the fox, everything is a symbol of evil.

Devil, this woman is definitely a devil.

"Totara!"/"Brother Shishu!"

"Shiori!"/"Inoue-san!"

"Are you two okay?!"

Panting and rushing up the steps were all the Barbara members who were still in the bar.

Hatta Misaki, who was holding the skateboard, was the first to bear the brunt, the anxiety on her face was beyond words.

Even Zhou Fangzun, who never went out much, had a look of anxiety on his face.

"it's okay no problem."

Tatara, who was already sitting on the rooftop watching the show, waved to his anxious companions, looking a little naturally dumbfounded.

Caress others.

"Yeah, come to think of it, Shiori is really good, this time it's really thanks to you. Sure enough, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, and there will always be a way for everything."

"King, you're here too? Actually, don't worry."

"No, no, Shiori, are your injuries okay?"

Because of the one-sided situation just now, Tadara even forgot the gunshot wound on Shiori's arm due to his untimely evasion at the beginning.

As far as the initial condition was concerned, there was a lot of blood, and it looked quite serious.

"Go to the hospital immediately and get bandaged."

"Oh! If you don't mention it, I will forget it. Don't bother to go to the hospital. It's such a trivial matter. Gui Dun~"

Calamus and Shun Ying obeyed their master's instructions and anxiously got out of the ice-blue six flowers in front of them.

Surrounding the wound that Shiori had randomly stuffed with spiritual power, she glared at her master with some reproachful eyes.

"Xiaoshi!/Master! What does it mean just a small injury?"

"Haha, I was a little angry just now, I'm sorry, Shun Ying Chang Pu has troubled you."

Shiori immediately felt guilty and touched the back of her head with her uninjured left hand, took off her glasses, and looked up at the sky pretending to be innocent by taking off her glasses.

"By the way, Tatara, are you not injured?"

Immediately transfer the subject after the wound has healed.

"Well, when you fall, a little scrape on your palm is okay."

It was great to have scratches, and Shiori directed Rikka, who seemed to be planning to educate herself, to go there.Then switch to another topic in an instant.

"All of you have come out, where is Anna? If she hasn't fallen asleep, she must be very anxious now, so she should call back first."

"what."

Zhou Fang took a deep look at the woman in front of him and nodded.

"Thank you."

His expression became gentle, looking at the clan members around him.The manic aura in his body was suppressed again, and he looked lazy like a lion about to fall asleep.

The king who gave up his freedom and was trapped in a cage.

Hmph, there's nothing wrong with that.

"No, it's nothing, I've already been raped by Anna. Besides, tomorrow is the little princess' birthday, if something really happened today, then the child..."

Shiori didn't continue talking, but quietly looked around under the roof, the city's busy traffic and scattered lights.

Indeed, as Tatara said, the whole city is like a cake, and the lights are like candles.

"The night here is really beautiful

. "

"Tatara, the camera didn't break, did it?"

"Oh."

"I have an idea!"

She turned around and looked at the members of the Barbaro with bewildered faces.

Now that you are here, let's record birthday wishes for Anna here.

# # #

On the way back to the bar.

Shizhi held the space of Dao Shanjing and handed it to Zhou Fangzun.

The fox spirit inside bared its teeth and claws, beating its surroundings non-stop.

But in fact, he seemed to have been tortured, and his expression was quite hopeless.

Shiori kindly opened an air hole for him, and then, expressionless, he took out a plug from the almighty pocket that didn't know how many messes it contained, and plugged it up.

"This is the culprit. It seems to be the colorless king, but your Weissman deviation value should be very high. Don't kill him. I have a personal grudge with him. Remember to return it to me after you are done."

"Personal grievances?"

"Ah."

Shiori, who started to feel upset when she said it, let out a long sigh, and picked up her scarf.

The face change was completed in an instant.

tearful.

"My scarf, woo woo woo woo."

"Huh? Isn't it just an ordinary scarf?"

Hatta Misaki, who was holding the skateboard while holding the skateboard, successfully regarded Shiori as one of her own after this incident.

The tone and tone of talking to her have also been relaxed a lot.

In a way, it's like treating her like a brother.

As we all know, brothers and girls cannot be equated (bu).

"I got it from my sweetheart with great difficulty. The meaning is completely different. Now there is a hole, and I'm not good at handwork. I don't know how to mend it."

"Eh?!"

"That's why this guy is so..."

Miserable?

Hatta swallowed his saliva.

"I do not care."

After a few accusations, Shiori showed a willfulness she had never had before.

She didn't know what she thought of, and raised her phone.

dial.

The other party connected quickly.

Everyone in Barbara stretched their ears subconsciously.

He heard a low, slightly serious male voice from the opposite side.

"Shiori?"

"Mr. Yukichi!"

And Miss Shiori, who always behaved gracefully and generously in front of them, cried out in a pitiful cry.

The voice is grandma's, it sounds aggrieved.

It turns out that this is the current situation.

It was really a murder caused by a scarf.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Shiori: Mr. Yukichi!

It was embarrassing only after I opened my mouth to find out that the thing was cheated.

ps. Do you understand why Ghost Lamp is particularly optimistic about Shiori going to work in the underworld? (Wang Tian)