In Yokohama, I used a vest to make up the Saviors

Chapter 49

Behind the gorgeous landscape screen, Nakahara Nakaya sat on the tatami mat without elegance, flicking the shamisen randomly, with a happy face written all over his face.

Go fuck your auction early/night.

When the script started, his subordinates and Yu Shengyuzhi were all teleported away, he was mentally prepared for acting, and the haughty bustard came over and walked around, mocking and sarcastic.

He, Liu Qiu, the oiran, actually took the pathetic route of offending the big oiran, he was submissive, docile, well-behaved, and understanding.

Can Zhongyuan Zhong also bear this anger?

He casually picked up something next to him and threw it over, to see what would happen if he killed someone here.

Not so bad, the bustard's head was broken like a bowling ball, and in the next second, it recovered, and when his head was separated from the body, he was still speaking words that made his teeth itch.

Somewhere, there is a line, which is repairing the deviated plot.

When it was time to perform, Nakahara became more and more angry, wishing to break the shamisen at once, but this instrument, like a building, recovers ridiculously fast after being damaged.

There is no pleasant word to speak of the sound, which can be called spiritual pollution.

From the front, off the stage, Yu Shengyuzhi's perspective, what he saw was different.

Under the lights, behind the screen, behind the layers of red leaves, a woman with a graceful figure dances with two fans in her hands, accompanied by the melodious shamisen accompaniment. People scratch their ears and cheeks, wanting to catch a glimpse of Fangze.

Having also established a spiritual connection with Zhongyuan Zhong, Yu Shengyu Zhi, who knew what he was doing, rubbed his head, resisting not to break the power.

Nakahara Nakahara is really talented to be able to play the shamisen so badly after possessing oiran skills.

This is pure mental torture.

In the eyes of outsiders, the young warrior with white hair and black crown supported his forehead with one hand, seemingly casually admiring the beauty on stage, with a faint smile on his lips, as handsome as Abe Seimei, the son of the legendary white fox.

He handed over a huge amount of money, as if flicking the dust off his sleeves, without any distress, and looked at the stage affectionately.

The genuine wandering girls, hiding behind bamboo grids and screens, secretly looked at him.

"What are you all doing?" A gorgeous woman dressed as an oiran appeared on the stage. She looked at the wandering girls who were fascinated by the samurai, and scolded: "There are no rules at all."

Yu Shengyu Zhi heard the voice, turned her head, and looked at the beauty.

The oiran, whose stage name is Jin Xia, was overjoyed, made a perfect posture, smiled slightly, and hid shyly behind the cloak, thinking, if the samurai came to strike up a conversation, how should he be included as the guest of honor.

In fact, Yu Shengyu Zhi was not looking at her.

It is the mafia who have the pseudonym 'Liangzi' and 'Xiuzi'.

The 1.8-meter tall man, with heavy make-up like a ghost, and his kimono bulging out of his muscles, mixed with a bunch of slender girls, is really conspicuous.

Those two didn't realize that Yu Sheng Yu Zhi was looking at them, but they were more focused on the stage than the audience.

Ryoko: Central Plains cadres adapt to their roles very quickly.

Xiuzi: Of course, those are cadres from the Central Plains!

Ryoko: Oh, as expected of a Central Plains cadre.

A few seconds later, Jin Xia realized that Yu Sheng Yu Zhi's eyes were not on her at all, but on the little wandering girl who could only be regarded as beautiful. They lay on the railing without blinking, facing Liu Qiu on the stage. The performance is pointing.

Those two seemed to have a good time with that little bitch Liu Qiu?

Combined with the warrior sitting in front of Liu Qiu's table and watching, could it be that he fell in love with Liu Qiu?

Jin Xia was so angry that she slapped her face twice.

The two mafia were beaten.

From Yu Sheng Yu Zhi's perspective, he looked at the two strong men, and suddenly, they were hit on the arms by a woman in a red maple kimono.

That's right, it's the arm, where the joint is a little higher.

Just a woman's slap, let the slapped 'Liangzi', a tall and strong man, fell to the ground, leaning against the wall in a rather weak posture, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Yu Sheng Yu Zhi raised her eyebrows.

The compulsive restorative nature of the plot?

"Don't sit behind the bamboo and be lazy here. Be careful. I'll tell my mother that I will punish you to wash clothes in the backyard." Jin Xia looked arrogant and domineering: "Aren't you going to work?"

When she said this, Yu Shengyuzhi witnessed the brutal act of the standing mafia kicking Jin Xia to the wall, and then, as if kicking a phantom, Jin Xia continued to reprimand her.

Well, at any rate, it is an elite unit under the port mafia cadres, and its combat capability is higher than that of ordinary military police.

It was another round of throwing money, and Yu Shengyuzhi was successfully spotted by the old bustard, and got a chance to meet Zhongye Zhongye.

Due to Liu Qiu's special status, the bustard told Yu Sheng Yu Zhi that the next day's meeting would be omitted, and the oiran would be able to meet the guests tomorrow.

Yu Shengyuzhi was inexplicably disappointed, he still wanted to watch Zhongyuan Zhongye play the piano for two more days, but the 'playwright' behind the scenes couldn't wait, and had to jump to the point where the plot could kill.

Even Yu Shengyu Zhi looked at the old bustard who had ended his happiness, and became unkind.

Tsk, it's not human, so you can't use abilities.

Yu Shengyu Zhi was a little disappointed, wondering if he could calm down by tricking Zhongyuan Zhongye to twist the old bustard's head a few times.

The old bustard didn't notice it, and said flatteringly, "Master Yoshida, do you want to meet Liu Qiu first?"

Yu Sheng Yu Zhi responded: "Lead the way."

Then, Yu Shengyuzhi witnessed the geisha who was a member of the Communist Party that he had just met, walking out from behind the screen of Chuya Zhongya with his head in his arms.

That's right, holding a head, her own neck is bald, and that head is still full of pride.

Seeing Yu Shengyuzhi, the woman's head that was held horizontally in her arms showed a kind of shyness. She saluted, and Yu Shengyuzhi realized that the head was not held in her arms, but stuck in her armpits. The place.

Yu Sheng Yuzhi was silent.

Is this the plot enforcement?Or is it that the playwright finally can't fix it anymore, and if there is a bug, it will be a bug, and it will be bad?

In any case, the single visual impact is quite outrageous.

Then, the sound of demolishing the house came from behind the screen.

Yu Sheng Yuzhi ignored Jin Xia's head scratching and posing, and passed her by without giving her another look.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a dark face, his body was glowing red, and the ground under his feet was constantly chapped and repaired

It's not appropriate to say that you have a dark face, but red?It's not right, in short, Qingli's face was slapped, and it was flushed, and the hair crown on her head was a little crooked, and she looked really embarrassed.

The premise is to ignore the poor floor.

Yu Shengyuzhi didn't believe that woman could hurt Zhongye in the Central Plains, so she could only describe it as plot killing.

He increased the calming effect of [Law of Fiction], and sighed why he was so like a fire extinguisher.

"The show is over."

"Huh? It's finally over?" Zhong Yuanzhong also muttered, no longer persecuting the floor, he helped the headgear on his head that was hurting.

"Actually, you don't need to perform anything. What the outside world sees is also a wonderful performance." Yusheng Yuzhi and Zhong Yuanzhong also described the scene outside just now.

"Say it earlier." Zhong Yuan Zhong also scratched his head irritably, trying to remove the hair ornament that was as stable as Mount Tai: "Anyway, I didn't perform seriously."

"It's not considered unprofitable."

"Ok?"

Yu Shengyuzhi then described the two underlings of Chuya Zhongya, and then took the slap print on Chuya Zhongye's face as an example: "...the compulsive restorative nature of the plot."

"No wonder." Zhong Yuanzhong also touched the heat on his face, although it didn't hurt, but the humiliation and offense also made him angry: "The woman scolded and tore at her as soon as she came up, so I resisted with my hands. When she went out, her face hurt inexplicably."

Yu Shengyuzhi nodded slightly, confirming the duality of the performance and the script, and raised his concerns: "If the playwright has the ability to modify the script at will, he changed the script to 'Sudden earthquake, both warriors and oirans died in love', We must die."

"It should be reasonable to change the script." Zhong Yuanzhong also raised an objection: "Otherwise, 'An earthquake occurred during the performance of the oiran, and everyone in Jiyuan will die' wouldn't be faster."

"Indeed." Yu Shengyu Zhi nodded, and her words stopped abruptly: "But this possibility cannot be ruled out..."

"What do you see?" Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that he did not have the advantage in terms of brain power, but he also showed the courage of a mafia cadre, rational, calm, and capable: "If you want me to help, just say it, don't engage in those tricks. Curved."

Don't be like that mackerel, if you want him to help you have to trick him.

Yu Shengyu Zhi chuckled softly, and brushed the overly realistic scenery with her fingertips: "In the next scene, I hope you can perform it completely according to the script."

Zhong Yuanzhong also readily agreed: "Yes, is it just the next game?"

Yusheng Yuzhi responded, with a firm tone: "Because of his ability, when it is operating normally, only one person can go out of the Bad