"I'm very sorry, Mr. Wang Hao, please forgive me!"

A Chinese lady dressed in a cheongsam sits in front of the young man, her hands on the ground in the shape of a figure-eight and her forehead touching the ground, respectfully interpreting the Japanese custom of "sitting under the soil".

Wang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"It's nothing, I don't blame you, Miss Red Misuzu. ”

For actions that are not malicious, even if they cause some trouble to themselves, Wang Yu is still very good at talking.

On the contrary, if someone has malicious intentions towards him, even if he hasn't done anything, Wang Hao will strike first and evaporate the world.

"No, that's my problem. My father's hair is white, and I didn't even notice such an obvious difference, it's really wrong for me and I cried and fainted in your arms, well, it's a shame."

As a girl with the old-fashioned thoughts of the Celestial Empire, crying until she faints in the arms of a strange man is really a very humiliating thing for Hong Misuzu.

But, but it seems! It really looks like it! It's exactly the same! And why does it hurt a little bit? Is it a pillow sleep?

The Chinese lady who buried her face in the shadows thought suspiciously, and inadvertently rubbed her neck with some dull pain, and made up her mind to tie her horse straight when she went to sleep in the future, and not to lean her head against the wall in laziness.

"It's okay, please get up, Miss Hongmisuzu. You're making it hard for me to do that. ”

Although I was curious why Hong Misuzu's father's hair color was different from hers, this was not an uncommon thing among youkai, and Wang Yu didn't delve into it.

The appearance of the so-called "monsters" will be affected by factors such as their body, attributes, environment, etc., and the so-called genetics is not true.

Under the boy's repeated persuasion, Hong Meiling finally raised her head and smiled at the boy embarrassedly.

"Well, please don't take it personally, let's just act as if it didn't happen. Anyway, did Pache call me here to be your sparring partner?"

"No, to be exact"

"Yes, exactly. ”

"Master, don't do this!"

Wang Yu originally wanted to give full play to the modest virtues of the people of the Celestial Empire, but unexpectedly, he was stolen by the Qiyao Magic Envoy who had watched the whole farce on the side, making him cover his face helplessly.

Master, do you know what language arts are! As a witch, even if you are self-taught, haven't you learned the compulsory course of "discourse"?!

"What's not to say? You could have competed with her now. Misuzu, you have to work hard, hundreds of years of cultivation can't compare to my disciple's three months of study and training!"

Hey, hey, Master, you're making such a mockery for me, it's really a big husband, it's not you who will be training with her in a while, hey!

The young man who had completely lost his strength was no longer ready to resist, and he felt that even if the Chinese lady was annoyed and angry, it was not impossible to bombard the mountain.

"Hey, hey, it turns out that Mr. Wang Yu is so powerful, he really deserves to be a man who looks like my father!"

Don't mention your dad anymore! I don't want to be a dad!!!

However, she is not angry like this, should she say that she is stupid and sluggish, or does she not care about this level of agitation at all?

If it is ridiculed because of the problem of strength, the face-loving Celestial Empire monster will almost definitely be angry. Don't you see Brother Monkey going all the way west, and the countless little demons scolded by a copper tooth and iron mouth blew up their lungs, and finally turned into a dead soul under the stick?

The monsters of the Celestial Empire have a good face, and they are still above the humans of the Celestial Empire.

So think about it from another angle, if it weren't for her thick skin, but because her strength was not at the level she was showing now?

As the only Celestial Monster in Gensokyo, Wang Yu doesn't think that Hong Misuzu's strength is only as low as it appears.

The mere fact that the body is "unclear" is enough to make people suspicious.

Even the monster sage Yakumo Zi has a clear identity of "realm demon", although she is the only one in the whole clan, who seems to be a little cheating.

So, why is it that only this Red Devil Pavilion has no knowledge about her body, and even Yakumo Purple doesn't know?

Forget it, why do you want to think so much? The primary goal now is to win the Holy Grail, what is the body of this guy who is said to be a carp, and what does it matter to me?

Sighing, slightly annoyed by his cranky thoughts, Wang Hao raised his head, looked directly at "hehe" and smirked, grabbing his hair with his hand without any image, making a mess of red hair, not at all like a Chinese girl who did not look like a girl, and lowered her head seriously.

"Please guide me, Miss Red Misuzu. ”

"Hmm, why are you doing it so officially all of a sudden, am I originally from the Red Devil Pavilion, and it's also an order from Master Pachouli, not to mention that you still look like my idiot dad?"

Let's okay, don't mention your dad, okay?!!!!!

The anger in Wang Hao's heart was almost breaking through the sky, he didn't want to have an extra "daughter" who was dozens of times his age for no reason, even if it was a capable daughter!!

Hmm, it seems that something important has fallen, forget it, it will fall to prove that it is not as important as imagined, don't care.

But in order to be able to increase his strength by another point and increase his chances of victory in the Holy Grail War by even a little, the boy still solemnly bent down and waited for Red Misuzu's reply.

"I'm going to train with you! really, how can you be so heavy in the face of that face?"

The Chinese lady replied reluctantly, her voice gradually quieter, and she muttered a little dissatisfied.

"Thank you very much, but please do your best! If it's because of the resemblance to Ling Zun, then it's good. ”

Wang Hao straightened up, took out a rough mask with poor workmanship from his watch, like carving the shape of a mask out of a log, simply grinding off the burrs, and then digging two square holes in the eyes and putting it on his face, and said in a somewhat muffled voice.

"In that case, there won't be a problem, right?"

"Well, barely. I can't see my face anymore, and my hair is black! In this case, I'll be your sparring partner!

Don't mention your dad anymore, you have a faint soul!!!!