Hanatori Dojo and Taketori Dojo are both prestigious dojos in Kyoto, and coincidentally, the heirs of both dojos are young girls. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The current person in charge of the Huaniao Dojo is Fengyue Youxiang, and one person and two maids in the family support the operation of the entire Huaniao Dojo. The head of the Taketori Dojo is a woman named Yairin, who manages it instead of the real heir, Taketori Kaguya, who will not take over the management of the dojo until later.

And Taketori Karu's visit to the Huaniao Dojo at night to the fragrance of the wind and moon naturally became a social visit to the two major dojos.

And Yakumo Purple took advantage of this excuse to go to the Hanatori Dojo with Taketori Kaki Night.

Therefore, there is only one person who has caused this situation now.

Yutong Shiai couldn't help but want to cry out what kind of trouble the princess of this moon is going to make.

However, the current two dojo masters are seriously carrying out the etiquette of visiting each other in the dojo, and they are embarrassed to catch Kaguya to ask for clarification.

He had to sit next to Yuka Fengyue and Yuko Saiyuko.

Yuko seemed to remember something, turned sideways, and looked at Yutong Shiai.

"By the way, Ten Love, a senior girl named Hakuri Reimu asked me to tell you that the bright red young moon and the bright red crazy moon seem to be looking for support."

Yutong Shiai's face changed, he got up from the ground, said goodbye, and rushed out.

"Eh, ten loves?"

Yakumo Zi couldn't help but feel strange as she watched her younger brother run out.

After all, she came to see her brother, but now her brother has run away.

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Remy is a naïve little girl.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was still an innocent little girl.

She was so naïve that she thought that by her own abilities, by her innate ability of foreknowledge, she would be able to successfully help her live peacefully with her sister and her friends.

But society is always like this, young people always think that they think enough, know enough, think that they have seen the dark side of the world enough, and have the confidence to move forward in the dark night and create their own future, so they have such sufficient confidence into the mud of society, and believe that they can become a red lotus out of the mud and let everyone envy.

And then the young people will pay for it.

Some people say that young people can afford to lose, but unfortunately Remy is an exception.

Without her parents to rely on, and she is still a minor, she has no legal personal power to act, and she has suffered a great loss in this regard, and even reached this point under a series of powerless circumstances.

In fact, this is the case, Remy's so-called prediction ability is not a freewheeling skill, and he did not foresee the current dilemma.

So on this morning, Remy stood in the street staring blankly at the sky, thinking about what to do next.

Having brought her sister and best friends from England to this strange country, she managed to avoid them, but the start of her new life was difficult.

My sister has been mentally unstable, she has locked herself in the house for the past few days, and her best friend who was able to give advice to herself has also collapsed due to a fever due to complications of asthma.

She sighed.

How to break the current situation, she is also at a loss.

"Let's take a look at Fran first."

Remy muttered, then looked up.

Now a few people live in a low-rent house in an old apartment, which is also because the landlord has reduced the rent a lot for the sake of several people who are strangers and have no adult children.

Entering the building, Remy tightened the pink and white coat on her body, and there was a little more unwillingness in her blood-colored eyes.

It's ironic that I can foresee some fragments of someone else's future, but I can't do anything about myself.

She stood at the door of the room, and just as she was about to open the door and enter, she faintly heard a voice talking inside.

It seems to be his best friend who is sick in bed.

She crept to the door and listened.

“…… Sixteen nights, and that watch, let's sell it for the time being, cough. I hope there are buyers who know the goods, cough cough ......"

"But, Patsy, that watch isn't your ......"

"Ahem, emergency, Sixteen Nights, you also saw how tight Remy was forced by those people yesterday......"

"Patty, you take this watch, I'll figure out the money."

"You want to get another job? Sixteen nights, ahem, you've got three odd jobs, and greedy snakes will burst their bellies. ”

“…… Don't worry, Patsy, I'll take care of it myself. ”

Then there was a silence.

Then, the voice of the woman named Patchy sounded faintly.

"If you fall too, who else can Remy rely on?"

The woman called Sixteen Nights let out an irrepressible muffled snort, but did not reply.

Sounds shaky.

Patsy, on the other hand, continued to speak softly, helplessly.

"Being strong doesn't mean ability, forcing yourself will eventually let yourself collapse, Sixteen Nights. You're not a kid anymore. ”

Then the girl named Sixteen Nights took a soft breath, sounding calm.

"I'm sorry, Patsy."

She replied a little coldly.

It does not mean that the attitude is cold, but that the heart of the sixteenth night is already cold.

"You can put this watch first, find a good buyer and get rid of it."

Then there was the sound of a chain grinding.

It's like a chain tightening a prisoner's neck.

Remy's hands were clasped on the door panel, her head bowed sideways, an ugly smile under her short dark blue curly hair, tears streaming down her cheeks, and something indescribable brewing in her blood-red eyes.

She wiped the tears from her face with her hands, patted her cheek, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

"Yo! Patsy! Good news, good news! ”

Raising her voice, Remy smiled brightly and raised her right hand to look at the two people in the room.

The room was small, only big enough for two single beds, and on one of the beds lay a weak girl with long purple hair, coughing softly, and when she saw Remy coming back, she turned her eyes to Remy and smiled.

"You're back, Remy."

And standing beside her bed was a tall girl, with short silver hair neat and neat, and blue eyes full of cold exhaustion that could not be hidden.

"Uh-huh, I'm back. Rest assured, Patchy, I've found a way out of those vampires. ”

Remy crossed her waist and nodded.

She seemed confident, but Patchy just looked at her with calm eyes and shook her head slightly.

"Remy, don't push yourself."

Remy's originally confident momentum paused, and she pouted.

"Hey, Patsy, you don't believe me?"

The girl lying on the bed smiled a little weakly.

"If I hadn't believed Remy, I wouldn't have followed you from London here."

Traveling thousands of miles and crossing the ocean, there were indeed many, many hardships along the way, but they all survived like this. Patchy and Remy looked at each other and saw the other party's trust in them.

"Then lie down for me, Patsy."

Remy thinks that as the most mature of the few, she must take the lead at this time.

"Recently, a few people have heard the news from London and asked me to make a prediction, and if it's a big deal, they will make a few more predictions for emergency."

"No, Remy, have you forgotten how the capitalists in the Tower of London are targeting us?"

Apparently Patchy couldn't agree with this sentence, struggling to hold up her body, and her eyes showed disapproval.

Sixteen Nights hurriedly helped the purple-haired girl who was almost back on the bed.

"Don't worry, I've got a way this time, Patsy. People will never step into two of the same rivers in their lifetime, and I will not make mistakes again. ”

Remy was clearly thinking about it, and she looked at the other small door in the room.

Then the confidence and smile on her face disintegrated.

“…… Fran didn't come out today, did she? ”

"yes, Fran she's been alone in the house for another day."

Sixteen Nights said with some heaviness.

Remy pursed her lips and sighed.

"I'm sorry for your trouble."

Patchy shook her head.

"If it weren't for us, Fran wouldn't be like that. Remy, don't take all the blame on yourself. ”

Remy nodded, signaling that she knew.

"Patsy, I won't blame myself too much, don't worry."

She chuckled softly, then looked at Sixteen Nights.

"Sixteen Nights, come here, your father Dio seems to have news."

Sixteen Nights moved, then patted Patchy on the shoulder, stood up, and walked over.

"Remy, really?"

"Come out with me."

Remy didn't answer if it was true, but turned and walked out the door.

Sixteen Nights also went out, leaving Pache alone in the house. She sighed.

"It looks like the watch can't be sold."

Outside the door, Remy first told Sixteen Nights not to sell Patsy's watch, and also took out a photo.

"You see, this is a picture of your father in Egypt, but there is still no way to contact him."

In the photo in Remy's hand, he is a tall and stout European man, with long golden hair rising like fire, a knife and axe on his face with narrow and cruel eyes, a smile of disdain always on the corner of his mouth, dressed in golden clothes, standing in a strange pose in the desert sun.

“…… Anyway, is this golden retriever really your father, Sixteen Nights ......"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Remy's face. No matter how many times she looked at this photo, she always had a faint sense of powerlessness, and everything was to blame for the man's too young and brotherly physique and that weird and quite sensual posture.

The girl with short silver hair stared fixedly at the blonde man in the photo.

"It's my father, Remy. My mother told me that my father was such a wonderful man with long blond hair and good at all kinds of poses, and although I had never met him, and he did not know my daughter, he was undoubtedly my father. ”

Then, she glanced at the photo again, twisted her body, bent her knees, and moved her hands to take on the sentimental stance of the man in the photo.

"And I, just follow my father's posture to understand what a powerful man he is!"

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