cloudy day

Yu Zang has always had a strong interest in humiliating a weak person.Presumably the main reason is that he himself is also an out-and-out weak person.Belittling the same kind can let him regain some self-confidence and vanity.

What's more, the little girl in front of him is the younger sister of Shenwei who embarrassed him before.Not being able to settle the score with Kamui and venting his anger on his sister is not bad.

Then the coward went on to say something more vicious:

"You don't think I'm arresting you to make you surrender, do you? You're wrong. I'm not looking for a night rabbit like you, but your brother. But why doesn't your brother agree to join us? Team, it’s not easy to be tough. Just a few days ago, the investigation found that you came to Japan. If you are brought in, I’m not afraid that he will catch you if you don’t obediently. So, you are just a bait. If you understand, please let me calm down. That way, you can save yourself a little bit of suffering.”

"Then you made a wrong calculation, fat man."

Kagura raised her head slowly, her sea blue eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and hatred.

Yu Zang shook his hand and gave another slap, how could Kagura let him succeed, he tilted his head back and narrowly avoided it, after seeing the position, he leaned over and gnawed viciously on his palm, letting him struggle and pull his teeth and was shocked It hurts and doesn't let go.

Yu Zang screamed in pain, Kyojiro spun in front of Kagura, and grabbed her hair with such force that Kagura burst into tears in an instant, but he still died. Persevere and refuse to admit defeat.

Without any hesitation, Kyojiro let go of her hair, and then quickly reached out to hit her neck.

While tightening tightly, he gave a cold warning: "Let go!"

Kagura only felt suffocated.Yu Zang's hand was not released until there was no more oxygen to support her biting.

The two rows of bloody teeth marks are horrifying.

The young master, who had always lived a comfortable life, had never seen such a battle before, and was surrounded by crowds to find a doctor.

Before leaving, he still endured the pain and turned his head to tell Kyojiro to give her some color.

Kyojiro agreed on the spot.But it's just a promise.He had no intention of doing so.

He still appreciates this kind of backbone guy, who is a bit like that silver-haired young man.Strength can be cultivated the day after tomorrow, and it is not bad if it can be used for one's own use.

It just... seems unlikely.

Kagura was ashen-faced, with bruises, blood and tears mixed on his fair face, colorful like a tabby cat, gnashing his teeth like a vicious dog.

Kyojiro Nakamura folded his arms around his chest, squinted at her, and said in a non-violent tone, "Instead of causing trouble, it's better to be quiet and save energy. Wait for your brother to pick you up."

"He won't come, Aru." Kagura had already calmed down, and instead of yelling at him, he sneered and squeezed out these words from his parched throat.

"why?"

"You can all find out that I came to Japan, why did you miss the most important information - the relationship between the two of us is not very good, Aru."

It's not that I didn't find out, but I didn't take it to heart at all.After all, they are brothers and sisters, how could the relationship be so bad?

This time Nakamura Kyojiro made a mistake because of preconceived ideas.

As an orphan, he did not expect that some people, even if they have relatives, may not necessarily depend on each other and live in harmony.

Enemies against each other are common.

Presumably, things that you don’t have always look extraordinarily beautiful, right?

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The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone rang in the silent room.Takasugi switched the cigarette to his left hand, took out his cell phone with his right hand, and answered it.

The earphone gentleman on the side shifted his gaze to Takasugi's gloomy face, and then froze.

For the first time, Wanqi Heshang saw a brief moment of confusion in the eyes of the decisive Takasugi Shinsuke.

It was raining and rainy outside, and the air pressure in the room was frighteningly low.Gao Shan held the mobile phone, his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, the sharp outline was hidden in the dim light, leaving only one green eye not covered by the bandage, and the expression in it was changing.

Wanqi Heshang knew what news on the other end of the phone had brought such a shocking effect to Takasugi, because he had also heard it.

Bai Yasha was seriously injured and died on the side of the road.That stupid, winking subordinate must not know how to deal with it, so he specially called to ask the governor for instructions.

And our wise Governor-General has obviously fallen into entangled thoughts.

Confusion is rare.Wanqi Kawagami was puzzled by such a fresh expression on Takasugi's face, but after thinking about it, he seemed to understand again.

This is actually a very common thing.It just happened to Takasugi Shinsuke, the leader of the ghost army, which is a bit unclear.

It's just...just deceiving yourself.

Don't ask him how he knew about the third-rate plot in a third-rate romance drama.

So he watched Gao Shan clenched his fists tightly, then let them go.All the emotions faded from the icy handsome face, and the thin lips uttered sentences without any ups and downs.

"Bring him here."

"Take it straight to my room."

"No need. Can't you understand the two words directly?"

"Then bring the body. Stupid!"

Takasugi was rarely angry.This is the legendary caring chaos?No, Takasugi doesn't call it caring, it's probably something related to Shiroyasha, he is quite messed up.

The earphone gentleman silently fills in the brain.

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Fortunately, Shiraiyasha, who had fought on the battlefield against barbarians, was not so easy to die.Even if the blood from the wound was still wet, even if he hadn't received treatment and was casually carried and thrown on the bed, he still didn't die.

When Gao Shanjin pushed the door and entered, the seriously injured guy was lying flat on the white and wide bed of the hotel, gasping like a silk.The messy dusty color and the dark red of blood clots form a very visually striking contrast with the immaculate white sheets.

Takasugi took a few steps closer and looked at this old friend.

The slightly curly silver hair was stained with a little blood, and his face was as pale as paper. The aqua-blue kimono he usually wore was already stained with blood.With his eyes closed, minus the slight murderous look, Gao Shan hadn't seen such a quiet and well-behaved Sakata Gintoki for a long time.

Such an appearance of not being noisy, not making jokes and not being vicious, at the earliest time, it was only when he was with the teacher that he showed his side.

It's been a long time.

It's been like a dream for a long time, stubbornly unwilling to wake up.

Gao Shan closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, only coldness remained in his green eyes.

His logic is iron-clad.Bai Yasha is a member of his ghost army, but he secretly assists the fighters against barbarians, and even stands openly in the enemy camp when the two sides are fighting, which is a naked betrayal.How to deal with traitors is very simple and unquestionable.

One word, kill.

Takasugi Shinsuke slowly drew out the saber from his waist.

As long as the sword is raised and lowered, there will be no Sakata Gintoki in the world.Those chaotic delusions, bone-piercing pain, and endless chills can all be wiped away.

What is there to hesitate about?

Gao Shan raised his hand, the wide sleeve slipped from his elbow, and the cold light of the blade disappeared in a flash.

But it never came down——

Time stands still at this moment.

Takasugi suddenly felt something was wrong.Sakata Gintoki was so quiet, so quiet... as if he was dead?

He felt that he was suddenly hit by a huge supernormal feeling, and his heart sank.

The other hand, which was almost trembling, touched the silver-haired young man's breath fragilely.

Gao Shan's face turned pale, something exploded in his head.Staggering back two steps, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a lonely sound.

In an instant, the old things flooded to the surface of the memory, and the entanglement of love and hate was no match for the sporadic laughter at the beginning, which was half tender.He woke up like a dream and picked up the dusty emotions, which were shameful emotions that his overly proud self was unwilling to face.

original……

——That is love.