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

Chapter 48

This is Jiyuan Flower Street.

Black thousand-grid wooden windows, machiya buildings made of cloudy wood, screens decorated with koi and lotus, and lanterns standing around. From the outside, the people inside are scattered, which is tempting to imagine.

The premise is to ignore the man's roar and the sound of smashing things like blasting. If you look carefully, you can find that the second floor has been demolished repeatedly, and the wood chips and dust are flying together, and the original floor is restored in an instant.

But looking at the guests on the whole street, and the wandering girls in the other building, they were all laughing and talking peacefully, no one noticed anything abnormal about that building.

Yusheng Yuzhi was dressed in a black mountain-lined straight-sleeved haori, with a samurai sword slanted across her head, and a black servant hat on her head, kneeling on the tatami mat, holding a teacup like flowing water, and taking a sip, with a just right smile on her face, Anyone who reads it will not boast that Yushu is facing the wind, he is an extremely elegant master.

Look at places other than him.

Miasma is a good adjective.

The small Japanese room can accommodate almost ten people.

The eight-inch man was stuffed into the kimono of the girl, and his face was smeared with pale powder. Because of the scene change, his face was distorted as if he was facing a big enemy, making it difficult to look directly at him.

The leader among them, the petite man dressed as an oiran, seemed much calmer.

Her hair is tied up in a bun, and a heavy metal hair ornament is placed on her head, which makes her look extremely noble. She is wearing a kimono with wisteria flowers in late spring. Because of her beautiful face, it is not as unsuitable for a man to pretend to be a woman. Her breasts are red in oil. Xia cheeks are not as docile and elegant as the traditional ones, but are a little more delicate and delicate, a little charm that weak women don't have.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also had a red glow on his body. After trying a few times, the floor could not be destroyed, he could not leave the room, and the damn decorations on his body could not be removed, so he stopped doing useless work.

He told his subordinates to shut up with a cold face, and then looked at Yu Sheng Yu Zhi with a murderous expression, and asked, "What's going on."

"It's finally quiet." Yu Shengyu Zhi heaved a sigh of relief, put down her teacup, and answered under the gaze of Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye: "I don't know what's going on."

Zhongyuan Zhong also broke off a piece of wall board and threw it over.

Then, the wall panel was blocked three or four centimeters away from Yusheng Yuzhi, and it was broken into smoke and wood pieces, and disappeared cleanly when it hit the ground. The broken wall panel, like a leek, tenaciously recovered as is.

"Don't be so excited, gravity makes you." Yu Shengyu blinked, and her water-blue eyes met the crimson blue, with arrogance and playfulness on the one hand, and pure anger and killing intent on the other: "I just chased after the target by mistake." I don’t know much more than you, so instead of wasting energy fearlessly, it’s better to sit down and have a good chat and discuss countermeasures.”

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned. Although he was angry, what Yusheng Yuzhi said was indeed the best solution so far. He said, "Cooperation is fine...what's your name?"

The last time I saw this person, his anger was completely aroused by Yu Shengyu Zhi's words "a container for Huangba's vomit", and he didn't even listen to his self-introduction later.

"Yu Sheng Yu Zhi."

Seeing that Zhongyuan Zhong also responded, Yu Shengyu Zhi smiled with a friendly look on his lips.

"Huang Ba spit", "Gravity Maker", "God's container", he was very curious about this person.

"Yu Sheng Yu Zhi...Yu Sheng Jun, let me call you that." Zhong Yuan Zhong also said this tricky name, sat opposite Yu Sheng Yu Zhi, and helped the heavy head on his head uncomfortably. Headgear: "What do you know?"

His hat is gone.

"My target is the supernatural being named 'Playwright', that is, the man who broke into your transaction site." Yu Shengyu Zhi took out the wooden hanging sign at his waist, on which was written the Yoshida family: "So here, It is his supernatural space, the stage for acting in dramas."

"How do I get out?" Zhong Yuan frowned, and he looked at the gorgeous lady's kimono on him with disgust.

"Acting, put on a drama that the 'playwright' is satisfied with." Yu Shengyu broke off the wooden hanging sign and watched it recover again: "The roles have been assigned, and the script is almost ready to appear."

Geisha and samurai, the script for elopement, he pondered?What are the roles of these extra wandering girls...

"You laugh so disgustingly..." Zhong Yuan Zhong also saw the gentle smile on Yu Sheng Yuzhi's face that made the scalp tingle, and whispered something, and then amplified his voice: "Can you go out after the show?"

"of course not."

"Then what did you say?"

"Don't worry, listen to me." Yu Shengyu dipped the tea in the cup with her fingertips: "That 'playwright' is not so good at bad