After binding the Yokohama Ancient God system

It was the first time that the clerk Shimada saw such a beautiful woman in real life.

Although the woman didn't look very old, the mature and beautiful temperament she exuded could no longer be called a girl.

The height itself is superior, about 1.7 meters by visual inspection;

After stepping on high heels, she looks like a purple bamboo.

Such a height is rare among women in Osaka.

The long smoky pink hair with a color like a veil glistens like flowing crystals in the sun.

The woman has a plump and graceful body curve, and an intoxicating red dress makes her body look like snow-white soft meat wrapped in a crab shell. Her swan-like neck, delicate collarbone, and two slender legs are exposed. Arms are as white as suet.

When the woman walked into the barbershop slowly with dignified steps, Shimada forgot to breathe for a moment, only the beautiful arc of her bright red dress rippling in the air was left in his eyes.

A woman's face is like a delicate and charming rose, with regular features and attractive red lips.

Before that, Shimada's xp was a high school girl in a sailor suit.

But when he saw a woman, he understood.

In the face of sheer beauty and sexiness - cuteness falls short.

If he can associate with such an elegant woman, he even feels that it is worth it to stop breathing in the next second!

"I might need to curl my hair."

The woman's seductive purple pupils flicked across his face lightly, and her red lips were slightly parted.

She just looked around at the interior decoration of the barber shop, with no disgust or joy on her calm face.

When the woman passed Shimada's side, he smelled the intoxicating fragrance of fresh lilies from her body.

Shimada's face was red and his ears were red, and he stuttered for a while.

On the one hand, the barber is currently on a lunch break and has not yet started working, so she can only let the woman sit in the waiting area.

But on the other hand, he didn't want the woman to sit with that gloomy and somewhat good-looking foreigner.

If only he was a barber!

Then you can touch the woman's silky pink hair!

It might be icy cold, with a little warmth from her skin, and even the smell of her fresh lilies.

then……

Shimada was like this, watching the woman walk slowly across from the foreigner with a broken heart, and sat down gracefully.

Shimada: "..." Woohoo.

……

"Your wrist is so pretty."

Seeing me sitting across from him, Maozi put down the magazine in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and praised politely.

"Thanks for the compliment."

I smiled lightly and said lightly.

Unfortunately, I wasn't too happy to be praised by such a white guy dressed like a doomsday scavenger.

"Uh..." Maozi opened his eyes, revealing a pair of purple eyes lacking in vitamin A and having no highlights.

He looked at me seriously, put his fingers under his chin and fumbled lightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Miss has such a delicate and slender wrist, didn't you consider wearing any accessories?"

Maozi, whose aesthetics seems to be in a desert, chatted with me solemnly.

"For example, the pearl and grape necklace on your neck, if you have the same style of jewelry, it will probably be good."

His voice was so calm that it sounded like a lizard man or a robot ceo that was recently circulated in the United States.

"Thank you for your suggestion, I will go back and try when I have the chance."

I politely perfunctory, put the white satchel on the sofa, and picked up the magazines on the coffee table to read.

This is a clear gesture of refusal to talk.

But the other party didn't have long eyes and continued to talk.

"However, miss, your skin is already very fair. Wearing pearl jewelry on your body, instead of bringing out the beauty of your figure, it is eclipsed by the contrast and becomes "trash". "

Maozi smiled and said softly.

"Wear jewelry in contrasting colors."

I:"……"

I raised my eyes to see the foreign man opposite me.

Maozi: "For example, you can try a blue ribbon."

?

"The royal blue ribbon, the contrasting color, can set off the snow-white skin with the effect of snow."

After that, he fell silent, stopped talking, and waited for my reaction with a smile.

"Uh..." I was silent for a while, gently put down the magazine in my hand, and looked up at him.

"What is your name?"

Maozi: "You can call me Feordo, Miss Shangjiangzhou."

His voice didn't change much, as if he was chatting with me about family affairs.

"After seven years away from Yokohama, is Ms. Shang Jiangzhou planning to return to Yokohama now?"

"Yes."

I admit it openly.

Then I groped in my heart for the origin of this person.

Throughout my life, I was an iron orphan when I was a child, and a hooligan when I was young; the only variables I have been in contact with are Shirase and Zhongyuan.

At other points in time, I am like a dispensable supporting role in a book, living busy and sleeping tired.

So, assuming that my biological parents are not people with special identities, then the people who came to see me at this point in time are nothing more than people related to Zhongyuan or Shirase.

I don't even know if Shirase is alive or not.

He is such a person who deserves to be beaten, if he works part-time like me, he will probably be sneaked by the supervisor and co-workers in the middle of the night.

But in the case of Zhongya Zhongyuan, it is no surprise that he should have joined the port mafia.

Here comes the question, what does the port mafia have to do with Maozi?

Is it possible that the neon black will be so arrogant that it will build the second phase in Russia?

What a bloody winter joke this is.

"Why did Miss Uezu return to Yokohama?"

Maozi asked me.

Me: "Since you know my name and I'm going to Yokohama, why don't you know my purpose?"

Hee hee, I don't even know why I want to go back to Yokohama.

As for why this guy knew I was going back, it was probably because I bought a ticket to Yokohama online with my real name in the morning.

He should have collected information about me by some means.

"That... that... Miss..."

The boy at the cashier at the front desk made a hesitant voice.

"Would you like to come here to rest?"

The boy pointed to the currently empty barber seat: "Is there anything you want to drink, I can prepare it for you."

He stared at Maozi vigilantly, and looked at me tentatively, as if worried that I would be harassed by Maozi.

"thanks……"

I calmly accepted the boy's invitation, got up from the chair, and sat on the barber chair.

After 2 minutes, that Fyodor also stood up from the sofa.

I could feel him slowly walking behind me.

"Tell sir in advance that you won't get anything you want from me."

I took the lipstick to the mirror to touch up my makeup, and said softly.

"I've been away for many years, and I don't know anything about Yokohama; and I'm just an ordinary woman without any power, and I can't help you accomplish anything."

"Don't waste your time on me."

【Patter】

I put the lipstick cap on, looked at the gloomy Russian youth in the mirror and said.

"how could be?"

The tall Maozi behind him tilted his head, and his black hair ran across his pale cheeks.

"Miss Shang Jiangzhou, you are the best "power". "

I said calmly, "Don't expect me to seduce anyone, I promise to mess everything up for you."

"Besides, in this society where the law prevails, as a Japanese citizen, I still have the right to refuse a request from a Russian."

Of course, if you play black with me, I will admit it.

&Law, just pretend I didn't say it.

Mao Zi: "Oh, a Japanese citizen "legally" blackmailed a company executive for 400 million? "

Me: "If I'm guilty, let the law punish me. You can find me a place to live and eat for free, and you don't need to talk about it with me here."

Can a woman who has lost her footing trample on the law be called trampling on the law?

That is called reasonable seeking relief.

What's more, I believe that the recordings in my mobile phone are enough for that old poor wife to give him a New Year's Eve family reunion.

"Uh..." Maozi touched his chin and smiled lightly, then he put a piece of light paper on my shoulder.

It's a phone number on it.

"Don't rush to answer, Miss Shangjiangzhou."

"Seven years ago, the Central Plains also betrayed Yang, and you were also forced to leave your home. I believe this feeling is absolutely uncomfortable."

Feordo said.

"Let's go to Yokohama."

"I have accumulated so many years of uneasiness and fear, there must be a place to vent, right?"

After Maozi finished speaking in a low voice, he patted my shoulder lightly, smiled at the boy behind him, and left the barbershop.

"Uh..." I looked at the note in my hand blankly, feeling that I had met a screenwriter with a rich heart.

What panic?What's disturbing?

After I woke up this morning, these two things were as distant as something I had in my previous life.

Now my heart is at peace.

I didn't go to Yokohama to take revenge on Chuya Nakahara—besides, if it's really about the events of the year, it's me and Shirase who are unkind.

So why would I want to fuck him?Don't come to the door to perform a stinky show, the farmer and the snake?

I went to Yokohama just because... I seem to have promised someone.

To complete an unfinished regret.

There is a very important person who is waiting for me in another world; he is very disappointed in me, but he does not give up on me.

He is waiting for me...

I have to go.

……

Osamu Dazai yawned and ended his day's work.

At dusk, he opened the door of the coffee shop downstairs and smelled the aroma of coffee filling the shop.

"Boss, please bring me an Americano."

Osamu Dazai said carelessly, the corners of his beautiful eyes were stained with crystal clear teardrops caused by Hache.

"Thank you Dazai-kun, please sit down and wait for a while."

The kind boss greeted Osamu Dazai in a gentlemanly and elegant manner.

"Thank you for your hard work, please put the bill under Kunikida's name——"

The young man waved his hand with a smile and said to the boss.

His pupils rolled and he glanced around the store.

There is another customer in this coffee shop besides him.

It was a woman with pink hair and a red dress sitting at the back.

Exquisite and beautiful face, white and delicate skin, plump and moving figure, bright red lips.

It fits all a man's fantasies about a lover and wife.

It can even be said that her beauty is a bit unrealistic, like a fantasy that came out of medieval oil paintings.

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and many more.

"Uh..." Osamu Dazai froze for a moment.

He rubbed his eyes, and took another serious look at the woman sitting by the window drinking mocha.

isn't it?

Dazai was a little dumbfounded.

He really knows this person, isn't this the little girl in the sheep who was sent to work in Osaka?

I haven't seen you for seven years, but that little bean sprouts actually look like this.

Human Evolution?

Or did they grow up eating flower petals and drinking morning dew?