Yokohama Miss Gojo Love Story

Wu Tiao Qingguang was standing by the window dozens of floors above the ground. When she opened a window, a strong wind rushed in immediately, blowing her hair flying wildly, and she could barely open her eyes.

She returned to Zhongya's residence in Central Plains. After the guy settled her down, he went with the head of the house to secretly meet Mr. Mori, the leader of the port mafia. He heard that Master Hui had also arrived in Tokyo safely.

Now that she has nothing to worry about, why not take advantage of this and run away to find her own background?

Wujo Qingguang looked out, thinking about the probability of success if he escaped?

At this height, she can barely handle it, but there must be a lot of mafia people lurking nearby, right?If they are found out, it doesn't seem too good to start a fight with them?

Hey, forget it, let's wait for a better time.

Wutiao Qingguang was about to close the window, suddenly, she heard someone call "Qingguang", she stopped suddenly, and looked around in surprise.

Is she the only one in the huge room?

"Sunny light? Sunny light?" The voice was calling again, as if it was far away, but also as if it was close to the ear.

"Who? Who is calling me?" Wutiao Qingguang asked, searching.

The bathroom, cloakroom, and even the bottom of the bed behind the door were searched. Not only was there no one, but there was nothing suspicious.

"It's me, I'm your master." And that voice actually answered!

"Nonsense, nonsense!" Wutiao Qingguang retorted in a trembling voice.

She is courageous enough, and she is rarely afraid, but this is the weirdest thing she has ever encountered in her life!

Moreover, she only has parents and the head of the house, so how can there be any master?

Wutiao Qingguang was full of surprise and suspicion, and something even more terrifying happened. She clearly heard herself responding: "Yes, master!"

Wujo Qingguang covered her mouth in horror.

That's right, she was the one talking just now!But you haven't thought about it at all?

This response was uncontrollable at all, as if there was another soul in the body, who had let go of the shackles of the will, and was competing with her for control of the body?

At this time, the door was pushed open, and there was the sound of footsteps.

Without saying a word, Wujo Qingguang turned around, swooped, and punched.

"Wow!" the man exclaimed, narrowly avoiding her fist.

Five Qingguang's fists hit the door, and she punched a big hole in the thick solid wood door, sending sawdust flying all over the place.

"What are you doing?" The man complained while beating the sawdust on his head and body in embarrassment.

Wujo Qingguang was speechless for a moment, and the person who came in was Chuya from the Central Plains.

"Hmph, what are you doing, sneaking in sneakily." She could only speak stiffly.

"Aha, sneaking around? This is my home, and I came in with dignity." Nakahara Nakaya moved close to Wutiao Qingguang, and looked at her expression from the side, "It's you, why are you so angry? It's because you hate me. Come back late, did you neglect your wife?"

"Who is your wife!" Wutiao Qingguang rolled her eyes.

Only Chuya Zhongyuan came in, and there seemed to be no one in the corridor. Who was calling her just now?Could it be just an illusion?

Seeing her slightly wrinkled eyebrows and her pensive look, Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed carefully, put away his laughter, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, your complexion is not very good, are you feeling unwell?"

As he said, he raised his hand to touch the five sunny cheeks, that originally plump and bright face now had an abnormal bluish-white layer.

"I'm fine!" Wutiao Qingguang quickly tilted her head, avoided it, and changed the topic again: "Tell me, your leader called your Patriarch, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?"

"Hey, of course it's about our marriage! Mr. Mori said that he will hold a grand wedding for us a while ago, and let that fellow Gojo Satoru go back to Tokyo wisely!"

Wu Tiao Qingguang naturally didn't believe it, shrugged his nose, gave him a contemptuous look, raised his legs and walked out the door.

"Hey, Qingguang, where are you going?" Zhongyuan Zhong also quickly caught up and grabbed her sleeve.

"You don't care where I go, anyway, who is here to support your nonsense!" Wu Tiao Qingguang still looked like a grudge.

In fact, she wanted to look around, was that strange voice just now a trick, or was it her own hallucination?

However, no matter what the truth is, there is a bigger question: Why did she answer involuntarily?

Nakahara Chuya's fingers slid down the sleeves, slid to her wrist, and held her fingers again. The warm and steady touch made Gojo Qingguang's flustered heart calm down a little, and he took a deep breath quietly to prevent the expression on his face from appearing again. A look that aroused his suspicion.

"Okay, I'm not kidding anymore." Nakahara Nakaya said sternly, "It's 'Yokohama Festival Hyakki Night Walk'!"

"Yokohama Festival Hyakki Night Walk? What is that?" Wujo Qingguang asked puzzled.

"The leader has received reliable information that a curser is going to launch an attack called 'Hyakki Night Walk' at tonight's 'Yokohama Festival', I'm afraid—"

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, shook his head, and did not continue.

But the rare serious expression on his face was enough to make Wu Tiao Qingguang nervous.

"Curse master? Who is it? Is it very powerful?"

"It's not clear, that's all the information."

"That's why Mr. Sen secretly ordered you to come back, and the Patriarch was also invited by him to help out."

"En." Mentioning Wutiao Wu, Zhong Yuanzhong reluctantly agreed, and put Wutiao Qingguang's hands into his palms, "Don't worry, you don't need to rely on him at all, my subordinates and I can completely wipe out those gangsters." The guy who doesn't know how to live or die!"

"Curser..." Wutiao Qingguang murmured, his brows furrowed slightly again.

She is not as optimistic as Nakahara. Since she left Yokohama's house, she has encountered several incidents caused by curse masters and curse spirits. If the same person is behind the manipulation, the strength of that person must not be underestimated.

"Chuya!" Gojo Qingguang suddenly backhanded and clasped the edge of Zhongya's palm, "From now on, don't leave my side, I will protect you!"

"Haha, what are you talking about? Are you protecting me?" Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Wutiao Qingguang scolded angrily, "I am a conjurer, and I am more familiar with curse masters and curse spirits than you, and I know how to deal with them better than you!"

"Okay, okay, you protect me." Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed, and then posted it lazily, "Since Qingguang cares about me so much, then my life will be handed over to you, wife?"

Hearing Zhongyuan Zhong also say "life", Wutiao Qingguang's chest felt inexplicably cold, as if instantly enveloped by an ominous premonition, and he didn't even refute the "wife".

"Yokohama Matsuri" is the city's largest annual folk event.

As twilight falls and the first day of the lunar month begins, the pedestrian streets in the bustling urban area are brightly lit, flags are waving, shops and stalls of all sizes are dazzling, and citizens are also calling for friends and visiting the streets in groups of three or four.

Wujo Qingguang wore a floral yukata, stepped on clogs, held a fan in one hand, and held each other with Nakahara Nakaya in the other. They wore masks of fox demons and gods respectively on their faces, just like most tourists on the street.

It's a bit awkward, but Wujo Qingguang can only maintain this appearance, because Zhongya said that he must cover up his identity so that he can't be noticed by the curse masters, so that he can catch them by surprise.

Wu Tiao Qingguang squinted at the past. Although he couldn't see his face, the pair of deep, bright and condensed eyes behind the mask showed that Zhongyuan Zhongye was highly alert and focused at the moment.

Heh, Zhong Ye has really grown up and knows when to joke and when to do things seriously.

Well, I'll help him too!