Spiritual pressure can determine the direction, while spiritual pressure can further determine the distance.

It's a fast run, and it should be said that it's worthy of a daimyo.

With the help of the spirit child under his feet to move quickly, Anran constantly adjusted the direction of the tip of the knife.

The daimyo ran in a panic in the tunnels, cursing the attackers for being torn to pieces by their hidden guards.

"My lord, this way." There are people waiting in the secret passage 24 hours a day, they are not only the defenders of the secret passage, the guide of the daimyo, but also the last line of defense for the pursuers.

The daimyo hurriedly ran over, his expensive clothes covered in dust, "Damn the Mist Hidden Ninja! He cursed under his breath, his dissatisfaction with the fog reaching its peak.

But suddenly, he was stunned. The brain is still thinking, but the body is unable to respond to commands. So he understood that his mind had broken through the limitations of his body and reached an unimaginable level, and his body could no longer keep up with his mind.

In a short period of time, the daimyo could clearly feel every trace of change in his body, as if time had been stretched.

The cold tip of the knife burrowed into the head from the junction of the parietal and frontal bones, pierced the midbrain, slashed the base of the tongue, ruffled the trachea, and punctured the diaphragm between the lobes of the lungs, grazing the heart and esophagus, and piercing the liver and stomach pouch together......

The daimyo's body took a step forward due to inertia, and the blood-stained blade came out of his back.

The blade flashed again, and the last of the daimyo's consciousness vanished.

The people in the tunnel were still roaring, but Kishiran had already returned to the playground, his fingertips cutting a pitch-black gap in the air, opening like a mouth, and the yukata and bath towel dyed with blue dye fell from it, and Kishiran caught it with both hands and walked to the hot spring.

Her long brown hair was curled on the top of her head, revealing the fair nape of her neck, and her delicate shoulders were faintly visible in the steaming waters of the hot springs.

"Put it here." He whispered, and Terumi seemed to be asleep.

"Yo, boy." Terumi smiled and turned around, "Won't you come down?" ”

Kishiran reached out and began to undress.

Terumi's face was already a little red because of the hot spring, and even her ears were burning at this time, "Wait...... I'll go out first, and you're not allowed to look!" ”

After glancing at her sister, Anran turned around and left, walked to the side of the bed to take a look, and sure enough, Zhaomei didn't fold the quilt.

As soon as I folded the quilt, Terumi's voice sounded behind me, "Kishiran, I haven't worn this yukata yet......"

Anran turned her head and sighed softly, her sister stood behind her with a red face, her belt was tied in a mess, and her hem was dragging on the ground.

Reaching out to untie Terumi's belt, he opened the placket, "I said you, you can't take a bath by yourself...... How can you ...... anything in there" Kishiran's hand froze.

The small lotus shows its sharp corners, and the steamed buns are covered with pink cherries.

Terumi was unexpected, and she was stunned for a while, and the alluring pink came out from under the dazzling white skin.

The air fell silent, and only the two men were left breathing rapidly.

Terumi Ming's gaze wandered, "You blame me again, you didn't help me get it......"

"Oh...... I'll get it later. With a blushing face, Kishi walked up behind Terumi and lifted the collar with one hand, grabbing the centerline behind her with the other hand, adjusting the length of the hem so that it didn't touch the ground.

Terumi stretched out her arms cooperatively, and Kishiran's hands reached out from her waist to Terumi Ming's body, grabbed the lower part of the right collar and pressed it on her left waist, and then grabbed the end of the left collar and covered her right waist, and straightened the edges so that it was on the side of her body.

Picked up the belt, wrapped around Terumi's waist and opened it in front of her, crossed it behind her back and circled it back again, Terumi pressed it with her little hand, Kishiran walked up to her and took the belt, and tied a beautiful bow on the left side.

Terumi walked briskly and spun around in front of Kishiran, "How is it?" ”

"Well," Kishi nodded thoughtfully, "yes." ”

"Huh-" Terumi pouted, "is it just good?" ”

"I can't say that my skills are average, I am not only good at understanding people's clothes, but also very good at wearing clothes." Kishiran gave a thumbs up.

"Nasty!" Terumi wrinkled her nose, "I didn't ask you that. ”

She shook her head, and the water droplets broke free of her hair and jumped out mischievously, "Forget it, don't talk about this, what did you just do?" ”

"I was about to say this." Kishi Ran pulled his gaze out of the whiteness of Terumi's chest because of shaking his head, and said calmly, "Sister, can you leave the affairs of the daimyo to me?" ”

Terumi was stunned for a moment, and hesitated, "It's not impossible to leave it to you, but ...... I want to face it with you. ”

She stood firm, her green eyes shining with a moving light.

The management methods used by Terumi before were largely taught to her by Kishiran in the past, intentionally or unintentionally, and Terumi naturally didn't worry too much about Kishiran's ability.

However, because of this, Terumi doesn't want her brother to bear it alone, even if her brother has a more mature method, there will be such and such problems when it is actually implemented.

Terumi Ming, who used to be deeply involved in all kinds of complicated affairs, knows how important a reliable assistant is, and if it weren't for Qing to help, I'm afraid she wouldn't have been able to wait for Kishiran to come back, and she would have died of overwork.

She couldn't bear to let her beloved brother take care of everything alone.