When the Eight and Nine Temples were busy, Kaguya was idle, and he had already yawned several times in just a few seconds.

"Wangfeng's work is really not suitable for the identity of a princess."

Kaguya stretched out boredly, took out a set of tables and chairs from the coat of the Eight Nine Temples and sat down.

"He said he could flip through his pockets at will."

Curiosity is the original sin of human beings, and although it is still a question of physiology whether Kaguya can be defined as a human being, Kaguya's curiosity is no less than that of any human. In the words of the Eight Nine Temple, Kaguya is like a cat-like girl, usually looks quiet, but her heart is full of throbbing, and she is very curious about all strange and unknown things in the outside world.

And now, the Eight and Nine Temple handed over the clothes to her, and she gradually couldn't bear it.

"What's in there?"

The clothes of the Eighty-Nine Temple are the product of the combination of Yuedu technology and the human technology he has mastered, and there is not much mystery for Kaguya in itself, but the things contained there, Kaguya has always been curious.

Violating personal privacy is naturally not a good thing, and Kaguya will not do such a cheap thing, but the Eighty-Nine Temple just allows her to pass the time by relying on the things inside, which makes Kazuya have no psychological pressure.

At this moment, even if the Eighty-Nine Temple repents, Kaguya will open this "Pandora's Box" with the strongest attitude.

She secretly looked left and right, as if to confirm whether anyone else was present, and when she saw the black and white sky and trees, she realized that during the time stopped, only she and the Eight or Nine Temple could move freely, and no one could interfere with her.

"I'm stupid."

She patted her face to make herself sober, took a deep breath, and with excitement, she once again put her hand into the pocket of the Eight or Nine Temple, and carefully groped for it.

A cold touch came from his hand, Kaguya frowned, and he stroked this strange hard object, and then showed a regretful expression, and casually withdrew it and said, "Tsk, it's just a weapon." ”

Kana and Yami Kirimaru were casually inserted to the ground by her, and this level of treasure may attract many people in Gensokyo, but for Kaguya, these props are nothing more than that, she grew up holding the genuine Tiancong Yun back then.

"It's not going to be all such boring stuff."

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, Kaguya suddenly felt a little excited, and his movements were not so diligent, and he yawned again, and groped at will.

"What is it this time? Gloves, so boring......"

Kaguya casually took out a pair of silk gloves from the space pocket, looked at them casually, and threw them out. Although the glove material is good, it feels very good to the touch, and it looks quite advanced, but it can't get into Kaguya's eyes.

It's just that, suddenly, she felt a very familiar smell from the residual touch on the tips of her fingers, and a flutter caught the glove in the air.

"Why, there's the power of time on it, what the hell is this made of hair?"

The power of time is a very rare thing, even in the Fantasy Township where a hundred flowers are blooming, there are only two or three people who have time-related abilities, and among them, Sakiya is silver-haired, and the hair of the Eight and Nine Temples is too short to be used as raw materials, and there is only one person left.

Kaguya's face darkened, he sniffed his gloves, and his whole person became gloomy.

The gloves don't have much smell, no fragrance, no smell, just like pure air, without any excess impurities, clean and pure to the extreme. And that's exactly why Kaguya was sure of its origin, in this Gensokyo, only her hair was black and long, containing the power of time, and only her hair, which didn't smell too much, and was incredibly clean.

"Eight? Nine? Temple! ”

Kaguya angrily called out someone's name, and squeezed the gloves tightly with both hands, looking at the way she gritted her teeth, and then she could have used her teeth to tear the thing that was made of her in half.

"If you just use the bones of the concubine's body to make the origin bomb, you can taste the Penglai mixed soup once in a while, it's ...... The hair of the concubine is so ...... It's so unforgivable. ”

If the Eight and Nine Temples might have made her hair into gloves, it was possible to turn her hair into clothes, socks, and even panties. Thinking of what might happen in it, even a person like Kaguya, who has a clear mind and a strong heart, felt extremely ashamed, and almost carried it in one breath, and passed out on the spot.

Fortunately, a strong desire for revenge supported her and kept her from falling.

"Huh-"

Kaguya blackened completely, his eyes lost their sparkle, and he smiled inorganically as he continued to fumble in his pockets.

The black ribbon and leather gloves are nothing, even if it is the bottle of bone powder that does not need to be guessed, Kaguya is unmoved, but as the visit deepens, the black gas behind Kaguya becomes more and more intense, and the long hair automatically rises without wind.

By the time the hourglass filled with her bone meal particles was finally removed, she was extremely gloomy.

Zhendian was pulled out by her, and the clear blade of the knife reflected the figure of the Eighty-Nine Temple on one side, and the terrifying eyes of Kaguya on the other, and Kaguya approached the Eighty-Nine Temple little by little with the knife.

The Eighty-Nine Temple didn't know anything about this, and he was now immersed in the sea of magic so much that he didn't have the energy to care about the outside.

So when Kaguya took the temple and gestured in his back heart, he was still unmoved.

The temple is a treasure, and the sharpness is far better than that of ordinary soldiers, so Kaguya "accidentally" tore the shirt of the Eight Nine Temple, revealing the tattoo on the other side behind him.

Kaguya looked at this pattern that she had completed with the Eight Nine Temples, and was inexplicably distracted for a while, and her eyes blinked as if there was a tendency to regain their clarity.

And at this time, a golden hair fell out of the body of the Eight Nine Temple at an inopportune time, and Kaguya reached out suspiciously and caught this hair.

There are a lot of blonde people in Gensokyo, but the Eight and Nine Temples have always stayed with Kaguya, and there are only so many golden girls who can come into contact.

And this hair is very delicate, it looks like it has been carefully taken care of, and at the same time, it is so long, almost as long as Kaguya's hair, so the possibility of Marisa and Alice is completely ruled out.

"How does it feel like Yakumo Murasaki? There's also a nice and rich smell on it. ”

Kaguya, who has always regarded the monster sage as an imaginary enemy, naturally recognized this hair at the first time, but she was so unsure that she confirmed it three times in a row.

"This is unreasonable, even if the Eight Nine Temple had a battle with her when they were secretly learning Yakumo Zi's ability, it would be impossible to get their hands on Yakumo Zi's hair in a close place."

The new problem was so severe that Kaguya let go of the temple and the resentment of the Eighty-Nine Temple, and thought about it in an extremely serious state.

The small hair doesn't mean anything, and it may even be something that Yakumo Zi deliberately put down on the Eight Nine Temple with the ability of the gap, used to destroy the relationship between her and the Eight Nine Temple.

But Kaguya always felt a little uneasy, as if something she had overlooked.

"If you think that something like this will ruin our relationship, then you are very wrong."

Kaguya pinched her hair and muttered to herself where no one was, twisting her bright blonde hair into powder with a slight twist of her fingers. She regained her breezy appearance, hummed a tune, and sat back in her chair.

And when the Eighty-Nine Temple was trying to crack the magic array, or a little time before, Patchouli was thinking and observing the Red Devil Pavilion she was in.

"It's abnormal, but I can't say what's abnormal, although it's still the Red Devil Pavilion I'm familiar with, but I always feel weird."

The table in front of Pachouli is still so rich, roast duck, roast turkey, pork knuckle, caviar, foie gras, truffles, almost all Western meals that can be eaten in the outside world, there are all here, a table full of food, exuding an extremely attractive aroma, constantly arousing people's appetite.

Pache was flanked by Fran and Remi, who were arguing over who would move the fork first.

"At this time, shouldn't it be my sister who let my sister let me?"

"Forget it at another time, now it's a banquet, it must be in accordance with aristocratic etiquette, and I must let me, as the representative of the Scarlett family, move first."

The two vampires pinched each other's noses and ears and refused to give a step, but they were so cute that others didn't feel the slightest tension at all, and only thought it was a fight between the two sisters.

Pachouli looked at the familiar and warm picture in front of her and was silent for a long time.

She felt a sense of disobedience, but she didn't know where the disobedience came from, this hazy feeling made her extremely uncomfortable, and even the sumptuous dinner in front of her couldn't make her even have the slightest appetite.

"What went wrong?"

She looked at the still golden chandelier above her head, it still hung twelve magic crystals, emitting a golden light, opening the barrier to guard the dining room and regulating the temperature inside.

This chandelier was designed by Pache herself, and she was very familiar with it, so she could see its authenticity at a glance, but it was this truth that made her feel more and more discordant.

She looked around and looked at the people at the party.

"Sakiya, Little Devil, Fran, Remi, Shizuku, Miss Scaril, Carpenter, no outsiders, is it because Misuzu isn't here, so I feel a little uneasy, but it's normal for her not to attend the party."

Patchouli scratched at her hat in anguish, never knowing what the problem was.