Devil Gaiden

In the environment where dragons are mixed, but even more amazing guys have mixed in.

If there was a faint smile passing by the corner of his lips, Haijiang didn't say much.

Immerse yourself in a pleasant festival and enjoy it. It would be tiring to always worry about changes in the surrounding environment. If something really happens...

Hehe, let's talk again.

Along the way, he bought some snacks at some small shops, and after the two wandered aimlessly for a while, Yinshi ordered two strings of glutinous rice dumplings in front of a dumpling house, and sat on a bench with Haijiang to chat.

"I asked, there is no strawberry jam in the store." Leaning shoulder to shoulder with Haijiang, the silver natural roll took a bite of the white dumpling, looking at the slowly flowing filling, he seemed to have no appetite. "Auntie's dumpling is more to my taste."

"Then follow in the footsteps of my aunt and go to Edo too." Turning the bamboo stick with three dumplings on it, Haijiang examined the unqualified food with critical eyes.

"That's not an easy decision. Ah Yin, I will stay in the remote village where Teacher Songyang lives. Without me, you will definitely cry miserably."

"Don't worry, I will laugh and send you, an unhygienic guy, away. But, Matsuyo-sensei, Wig and Takasugi... You're right, no matter how perfect you are in front of others, I’m sure I’ll be huddled in a corner somewhere, sad to die.”

Of course, if you lose Teacher Songyang, your pain will be the same...

"So, since everyone is very satisfied with the current life, I will definitely work hard to maintain it. Don't say such a noble word as 'guarding', I, the guy who is best at wielding knives, just want to..." I leaned back Sitting on the back of the chair, Gintoki looked at the gorgeous fireworks blooming in the sky, and said loudly: "If anyone wants to destroy our current tranquility, I will definitely cut them all down."

However, there are many things, or called fate, which are unstoppable waves...

Silently, the two sat together, letting the time go by bit by bit, the passing pedestrians gradually became rare, and the vendors pushed their carts and passed in front of them, embarking on their way home at night.

Glancing at each other, Gintoki and Haijiang, who already felt the night was getting dark, got up from their chairs and walked back to the takoyaki booth again.

Now, the boss has started closing the stall, but there is still no sign of Takasugi and the wig, and the place where the goldfish bowl was originally placed has long since become an open space.

"Maybe I forgot the time, let's wait."

However, when there were basically only him and Haijiang left in the alley, Yinshi's tone was not as calm as before.

It's not impossible that these two guys went back first.

Yinshi comforted himself like this, but there was an obvious look of anxiety between his brows and eyes.

If you go back early, you can also leave a note for the boss and pass it on to them.Is it because of carelessness?this……

Always feel a little uneasy.

He suddenly remembered what the aunt of the dumpling house said before she left, that a group of heavenly beings were abducting and selling beautiful girls recently.The noisy environment of the festival is just right for fishing in troubled waters.Even if the abducted person accidentally let out a scream, the sound will soon be mixed into the crowd of people without a trace.

But, no, Takasugi and the wig are real male creatures.

But Yoshihara seems to have...

A gust of breeze blew across the cheeks, soft down feathers drifted over the tip of the nose, and a soft cry suddenly sounded.

"Ayin, you go back to Teacher Songyang first." Looking at the nightingale resting on his wrist, Haijiang then said in an unquestionable tone: "Believe me, I will go back in a few days, and I will be with Gao Shan with a wig. "

If we procrastinate a little longer, it is estimated that Takasugi and Wig can usher in a new page of life in the ladyboy club in Yoshihara...

13 The first page of Yoshihara's new life, as a newcomer, is also full of dangers

"No, no! Your movements are too stiff, just like dried salted fish exposed to the sun, hard." The wide folding fan blows a gust of cool wind, which first slaps the ponytail hard The young man's handsome side face then mercilessly slapped his waist and buttocks that were mechanically shaking like a pendulum.

"I've tried my best." Holding a small fan in each hand, he fanned it quickly, and the wig spoke with a serious expression.

"Don't talk back!" Another blow hit the top of the head directly. Ruo Ye, who is now in charge of teaching newcomers in the Shemale Club, was furrowing her finely trimmed thin eyebrows and glaring at the wig-lord angrily.

"I can't play the piano, I just tore off the string of the shamisen, I can't dance, and even the puppet is more flexible than you. Tell me, what can you do, you idiot!" The wooden table that threw the folding fan aside On the top, Ruoye reached out and pinched the corner of the wig's mouth, pulling it hard to the sides.

"I think you did it on purpose. You think that one day you will be able to get out of this Yoshihara, and you can go back to the ground to bask in the sun. Don't be naive! You can't get out of this place of fireworks in your life, not to mention that you will be stunned and trafficked The means of the gods and humans who came here, in this prostitution place that the shogunate may allow, can you little brats escape the eyes and ears of 'Bai Hua'? You are very clear about the result, right?"

What the old ladyboy said was true. Wig and Takasugi caught Ruoye’s negligence several times before and escaped from the store. Unfortunately, every time because of the impeccable patrol of "Haihua", they had to turn back to the store. inside.

Once discovered by "Baihua" during the escape, it would be a dead end.

In order to be able to go back to see Teacher Songyang alive, they first had to think carefully about their lives.

In short, pretend to be obedient first, and then slowly make a plan.

"Senior Ruoye, actually, I have something I'm very good at." Putting down the fan, the wig raised his hand to rub his flushed cheeks, and pointed his finger at the ponytail dangling behind his head. "It's just a haircut."

"Oh? Then do it for me. Speaking of which, your brat's hair is really soft, is there some secret?" Taking a sip of strong tea to refresh himself, Ruoye pulled a chair and sat down, gently He stroked his golden bangs at three to seven points, and looked intoxicated at his own face reflected in the mirror.

Walking behind Ruoye, the wig held up the somewhat short blond hair with both hands, and slowly frowned.

"What's the matter, brat. I just said big things, but now I can't smooth things over? Well, if you have real skills, let's start quickly." Glancing at the wig whose face suddenly became embarrassed, Ruoye urged.

Miscalculation, just such a little hair, not long enough, it can't be tied at all...

No, it's nothing, it won't bother me, at a time like this, just pull hard and...

After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Wig gritted his teeth, grabbed a handful of blond hair and pulled it desperately in his direction.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'

"Please bear with me a little longer, even if I pull out all your hair follicles, I will still make a ponytail." The wig, which still did not let go, turned sideways for half of the body. "Look, just bear with it a little longer and you'll have a ponytail as crisp as mine."

"If you keep going, I will only become a bald man with no grass growing on my head. Get out of here!" Ruo Ye jumped up from the chair as he slapped the wig away, pointing at it with his trembling index finger whether it was from pain or anger. The ponytail boy, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about eating today! Also, you stand on my head for half an hour!"

As if to cater to this painful punishment, a scattered and desolate tune suddenly floated from the door, and the purple-haired boy walked in slowly with a plectrum in his hand, playing the shamisen.

Looking at the wig gentleman who had turned his back to the wall and stood upside down in the corner with his palms on the ground, he didn't say a word, but just walked to the side of the other party, still plucking the shamisen in his hand without stopping.

Takasugi with an expressionless face, he is wearing a purple maple leaf bathrobe, the neckline is wide open, revealing a small piece of smooth chest.

It is said that such a posture will make people faintly reveal a charming style.

Anyway, Master Takasugi doesn't quite understand.

"Look, those who came in the same period as you have already mastered a skill initially, but as for you, you can't even count as a half-tone." Comparing the two, Ruoye continued to praise Takasugi. "Unexpectedly, you are still very talented in playing the shamisen. It only took a day or two to reach the current level."

"I'll leave first, don't try to be lazy, I'll check back anytime."

His eyes flicked over the wig, and after warning, Ruoye left the two of them and went outside.

"If you don't run faster, you may soon become like them."

After a brief silence, Takasugi spoke first, and the lingering thing in his mind was Ruo Ye's twisting buttocks left and right when he left, and the slender back swaying like a weak willow in the wind...

"I think the erosion has already begun." From top to bottom, his eyes swept over the slender fingers that were still plucking the strings and playing smooth tunes, and the wig affirmed: "At this moment, it happened to you body."

Speechless, Takasugi raised his foot and swept across.

Amidst the sad tune, Mr. Wig fell to the ground.

"We will definitely be able to get out. Even if our escape plan fails, Teacher Songyang will definitely try his best to get us out."

"The premise is that he can know." He simply lay down on the ground, with the wig behind his head and his hands, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Nonsense, Mr. Songyang will definitely..." The tune skipped suddenly, Gao Sugi kicked the wig, and the angry words started,