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——Wait and see what happens.

When Ryoma was thinking about things in a trance, several members of Lihai University had already come up with the current course of action.Their families are all in safe places, just in case, and it is better not to contact them rashly for the time being.

"Thinking optimistically, if even those of us have to go to the battlefield, the world will really be over." Nioh showed a surprising calmness, "Are you right?"

Yukimura was noncommittal, but Sanada frowned and thought for a while, then nodded in approval: "I hope so."

Kirihara, who had been up all night, relaxed, finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep on the table.

"Hey, don't sleep here." King Ren poked his arm, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You also know that this is someone else's territory, right? Are you still so casual?"

Sanada remembered something: "I saw the logo of the Fengji Foundation outside, is that the owner here?"

"Probably so." King Ni replied, "Sounds familiar."

"Don't pull my hair..." Kirihara muttered a few words, raised his head in a daze, as if he was struggling with sleepiness.

Yukimura smiled, turned around and asked Ryoma, "Do you want to go back and catch up on sleep?"

Ryoma shook his head: "I'm not sleepy."

"That's just right." He raised his wrist to look at the time, "Now you're free, go out with me."

"……Eh?"

They said they were going shopping, but it turned out that there were only her and Yukimura.

Sanada watched them go out from this secret base with a complicated expression.

Sensing his gaze, Ryoma glanced back, but after leaving the barrier, he lost sight of the entrance and exit.

She looked around: "Isn't this where we came from?"

"Well, another entrance, which is closer to the city and more convenient."

"Then your car..." Ryoma subconsciously considered the luxury car parked in the deep mountains and old forests for Yukimura, in exchange for his laughing.

"It doesn't matter, someone will drive back for me." Yukimura said calmly.

Long Ma was in awe, he was indeed the big boss.

Back to the familiar streets of Tokyo, the high-rise buildings have disappeared, the apartment buildings and shops on both sides are extremely deserted, and there are many fewer pedestrians on the road.

There are almost no vehicles, and the roads are bumpy and broken at times by construction strips.But just look at it, and you will know that it is definitely not a ground subsidence caused by "construction".There is also often a large gap in the surrounding houses.

Fortunately, in Tokyo, the order can barely be maintained.There are very few passers-by on the street, and more are government personnel in uniform, as well as police officers, and the signs of the Self-Defense Forces and peacekeeping forces can still be seen.

Ryoma swept over as he walked, secretly startled, even a big city like Tokyo has been hit so hard, and other areas don't know what has become.

She instinctively moved closer to Yukimura's side, and asked in a low voice, "Is it alright if we come out like this?"

"It's still safe here." He took her wrist and held it in his hand, and naturally showed an intimate posture, and replied softly, "However, despite this, there are various informants everywhere on the street now, I'm not sure anyone will remember what you look like..."

Although Tsunaki promised to use Pengo Lie's power to eliminate the influence of Ryoma after she left, it is difficult to guarantee that no records will be missed. If it is seen by interested people-and they are looking for her again, it will be dangerous.

"You can't use illusions casually in the city center, can you?"

"Well, it will increase the risk of being discovered." Yukimura nodded slightly, "I was going to take you to buy some new clothes, just in time, and change your image along the way."

Longma was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction they were going, which was indeed the former commercial center.

Go shopping in this tense time?

"No matter what, life still has to go on." Yukimura saw her thoughts again and smiled slightly.

It seems to make sense.

Ryoma has nothing to refute.Her gaze fell to her wrist again.

Yukimura said that the more normal and natural it looks, the less noticeable it is.They are now at least ten years apart. Although they are close, they will not appear to be very ambiguous, but rather like brothers who have a good relationship.

She just felt a little awkward and didn't understand, when did their relationship become so close?

In the past eight or nine years, many things may have happened...

There are not many shopping malls that are still open, but the atmosphere is obviously much more lively, and there are laughter among the crowd.In order to survive better, people try their best to maintain a normal life, which is really not easy.

Ryoma was still thinking about how to change his image, when he found that Yukimura had brought him to the door of a girl's boutique.

Looking at the row of beautiful summer dresses, she... was stunned.

Not to mention her brother, even her father never brought her to this kind of place!

……

The young shopping guide lady frequently cast her eyes behind Longma, quietly guessing the other party's identity.

This overly handsome young man exudes an elite temperament all over his body. The hand-cut clothing perfectly outlines his slender figure, which looks expensive.

She couldn't help but look at the immature girl next to her, and her thoughts became wild.

Are they close siblings?They are not similar in appearance, and their temperaments are also completely different, but it can't be, it won't be...

The shopping guide blushed and began to think about it.

Ryoma came out of the fitting room again, holding a big pink skirt, and fell into confusion about life.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was too short. To match the dress, the shopping guide thoughtfully tied a wig and double ponytails for her. She looked pretty in the mirror.It's just this skirt... the unique big wavy skirt of a princess skirt, layers of white lace trim, a drool-shaped neckline, and a ribbon tied with a bow, which seems to be used to cover up the chest.

How does this look like Echizen Ryoma, and wearing a blindfold and running out claiming to be Natsu Vam Hein might be more convincing, right?

Ryoma stepped on the small high-heeled leather shoes, took a few steps, swayed around and turned to Yukimura, and asked suspiciously, "Senior, do you really think this looks good?"

Who picked this skirt?It was agreed not to attract attention, and going out dressed like this is equivalent to setting a target for others to see.

Yukimura didn't change his face, looked up and down, and said, "It's really fancy, even though it's this age..."

He thought for a moment.

"I think the light green series would be more suitable, what do you think?" Yukimura smiled lightly.

"No, I don't think it's a matter of color." Ryoma sensed his strong interest in changing clothes, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "It's the style—in any case, should we choose more everyday clothes now?"

She doesn't dislike wearing skirts, but she is a little eager to try, probably because she has been suppressed for a long time.But when things came to an end, she felt very uncomfortable instead, and her cheeks were burning.

"Don't be shy, you're so cute." Who picked this skirt?

Long Ma's ears were almost red: "Even if it's a skirt, it's too exaggerated..."

……

After that, she tried for more than an hour in several nearby women's clothing stores.

Yukimura actually has a good eye, and he can pick out simple and light styles at a glance, and let Ryoma change them in turn, probably just out of some nasty interest.

Unfortunately, only halfway through the shopping, he received a call, and immediately showed an apologetic smile: "I have to leave for a while, there is something they are anxiously waiting for me to deal with."

Ryoma was sitting in front of the dressing table, at the mercy of the shop assistants, he could only raise his head slightly, roll his eyes, and look at Yukimura through the mirror.

"I'm fine." She puffed up her cheeks according to the makeup artist's request, so that the other party could pat the powder evenly.She thought for a while and said, "I also remember the way back, and I can find it by myself."

"I'll be back as soon as possible." Yukimura stood up and gestured to the shop assistants.

He really wouldn't worry too much, as Liu Daomuke said, he and Ryoma's mental fluctuations are very similar, and it is not difficult to find her.

If something really happens...it doesn't matter if it gets exposed.

After the young man behind him left, Ryoma quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the pressure focused on his body suddenly eased a lot.

It seemed that other people felt the same way, and the atmosphere in the store quickly became active, with young women chatting on twitter.

"Your brother is so kind to you." The makeup artist said enviously, while brushing her eyelashes, "You are as good-looking as him, like a little princess."

"..."

ah?Farewell.

Long Ma was slightly embarrassed, and wanted to bite his lips subconsciously, but suddenly remembered that he had put on lip gloss just now, so he could only stop in time and lick it, feeling that his lips were sticky.

"Don't bite, don't bite." The makeup artist said quickly, "Little sister, don't be nervous, she will look good."

She skillfully applied the shadows and announced that she was done, which made Ryoma open his eyes: "How about it? Smile and see."

Ryoma did so.

The person in the mirror showed a very shallow smile.Red lips and white teeth, thick eyelashes flickering, and the reshaped bangs are finely parted, revealing more of the forehead, which is impressively the appearance of a beautiful girl.

She felt a little strange, stared blankly for a while, blinked quickly, and slowly digested it.

The make-up artist moved away from the chair, asked Ryoma to stand up, helped her straighten out the folds on the floral skirt, brought a light yellow short coat to button up for her, and changed the leather shoes into softer and smaller styles.

Ryoma tried to walk a few steps, except for the first time wearing safety pants, which felt a little uncomfortable on his thighs, but the shoes were much more comfortable than the previous ones, very docile.

Yukimura had already settled the bill, she sat in the rest area and waited for a while, then stood up bored, planning to take a look around.

Before leaving, Yukimura also said that if there is something he likes, just tell him later.

Although Ryoma didn't intend to let him buy too many things for himself, he was still full of curiosity about this era.

Whether it is fashion style or collocation, it is very different from nine years ago. Occasionally, I see some familiar ones, which are probably "retro style".

Ryoma walked along the pedestrian street, and pedestrians passed by talking and laughing, in twos and threes, which made people feel at ease.

But just when she thought "Actually, this era is not very dangerous", she felt a strange air current.

No, maybe it should be said... volatility?

Ryoma couldn't tell.She subconsciously looked towards the alley on the left. Although there was no one there, she felt that there was something there, and tentatively stretched out her hand towards the air.

She held her breath slightly, and discerned some strange, swaying streamlines from the invisible air. Could it be flames?

When Ryoma's hand touched the transparent layer, he felt his fingertips prick slightly, and the ripples expanded rapidly, and then disappeared.Other than that, nothing seemed to happen.

However, her subconsciousness still made her feel something was wrong, and she felt faintly uneasy.

She stared quietly for a while, and then she was slightly relieved. She turned around and quickened her pace to leave this place. The next second, a body that suddenly appeared hit her back.

"Ouch—"

Long Ma suffered from pain, but found that the heavy weight did not leave quickly, but leaned towards her somewhat unbearably, she was startled, and subconsciously reached out to help him.

When she looked up, she froze.

There was some red liquid on her hands, it was blood...

The tall young man lost most of his consciousness. He leaned over and leaned his head on her shoulder. His breathing was short of breath, and his dark hair brushed against her face.

Ryoma looked at the young man's face and opened his mouth.

Her extremely familiar and stern face looked quiet and powerless with her eyes closed at this moment, and her raised eyebrows looked faintly painful.

"Brother Kazuya?!"