"Young master, the young master is now with the crows." Pulling her hair, Sakura sat in and whispered.

She smelled of good perfume, and her hair, which had been coiled up, was lowered and scattered on her plain white and round shoulders.

The dark blue off-the-shoulder evening dress, which was completely different from the usual professional suit, made her gain a lot of attention.

Maybe she doesn't want people to recognize her, she also wears some makeup, she is not the person she usually gets along with, maybe she won't be recognizable at first sight.

Yuan Zhichang sighed, turned around and asked, "How did you find here?" Put away her high heels and sit down, looking a little dignified, Sakura lowered her head slightly and said, "Although I don't seem to hear any news outside, I know that Ruri Kazama, that is, the young master of the childish girl, is in a nightclub in Shinjuku." ”

"I quietly went back to Genji Heavy Industries after dropping Miss Eri to a safe place, and I didn't find you. When I went to look for the crows, I found that they were following the young master, and I didn't go to them. I borrowed a membership card from someone and came here......" Sakura said quietly, and Yuan Zhisheng poured a glass of red wine for her, and also poured himself a glass.

"It's good to leave,......" took a sip of red wine, and said, "But I don't want to go back to my house now, and I don't want to talk about my family again." ”

"Yes." Silently answered, Sakura picked up the wine glass, and didn't speak. For a moment, silence hung over a small corner of the hall.

The hustle and bustle in the hall continued, and some well-known idol singers were in high spirits, wanting to sing on stage despite the risk of being secretly photographed.

Caesar, who was also in high spirits, said I will accompany you, and then was pressed back by Chu Zihang, whose face changed.

"As usual, you suddenly stood up and said tonight, go see the stars, I didn't think you would say something nice about you occasionally, just like that, everyone laughed and said...... "A soft female voice sounded, and the beautiful girl idol who was crazy after drinking and compared to Caesar attracted a lot of attention as soon as she spoke."

Genji's fingers are tapping on the cup, gently tapping the beat, which seems to be a song about a crush.

The girl accompanied the boy on the path without street lights, and the twinkling stars in the sky illuminated the way for them.

The boy raised his hand and pointed to the summer night triangle in the sky to introduce the girl, but he didn't notice that the girl was looking for the Cowherd star opposite Vega in the triangle.

"Looking up at the stars in the night sky from the dark world, it seems that when will they start to fall, I have been chasing your things, I hope you can listen to my heart without being surprised." Who is this song that is almost a confession for, and it is estimated that everyone in the hall knows that the singer Chixia Aoki, who is hot outside, has no intention of hiding his will after entering Takamagahara.

But Caesar, the object of the confession, smiled and joined the others in applauding the people on stage.

After all, he really couldn't understand Japanese. Then he hummed softly, and Gen Zhisheng noticed that it seemed a little strange to lose the blowing sakura.

She didn't know when she was facing her sideways, and her drooping hair blocked her face, making him a little unclear.

"Sakura?" Yuan Zhisheng shouted softly.

“…… I'm here. Sakura replied in her usual tone. But Yuan Zhisheng saw it clearly, between the gaps in her hair, the crimson on her face that she hadn't drunk much, but it looked like she was drunk.

He couldn't help but look down at himself, although it looked like a serious deacon outfit, but after all, this is a nightclub that is claimed to be open for women to relieve stress, and it is naturally impossible to be completely serious.

So it is inevitable that he is really dressed like a cowherd. And if you look closely, you will lose Sakura's dress tonight, and if it's just to enter Takamagahara, it doesn't seem like you need to dress up so grandly.

Along with the earlobes, they turned red, and Sakura wanted to stay calm as much as she usually would, but the female singer coincidentally sang such a song.

Haunts the land of wind and moon, and the people who naturally want to dress up are the same as the people who mingle with the land of wind and moon, but when she chooses clothes, she knows that the situation is urgent now, but she is still inexplicably wonderful, dressing herself up as the most beautiful, and coming to see Yuan Zhisheng, who is also dressed up.

Even if they don't want to, the ambiguous emotions gradually spread between them. Gen Zhisheng turned his face sideways, trying not to embarrass Sakura.

Normally, Sakura can wear clothes that are more revealing than her current costumes, and she can take out a sharp blade from under her skirt or stockings and stab her enemy in the throat with an expressionless face.

But now that she is like this, he also feels a little hot on his face. But fortunately, this ambiguity was quickly broken.

In order to respond to the enthusiasm of the guests, Caesar, who finally couldn't control his desire to sing, broke free from Chu Zihang and Fingal, and took the microphone to the most central stage.

Sakura, who had finally regained her calm, was a little curious, these few allies who had deceived the entire Snake Qi Eight Family, and Gen Zhisheng's secret allies didn't seem to have any dissatisfaction with such a stronghold, but instead looked a little happy about it.

Chinatsu Aoki, who sang just now, is indeed very famous in Japan, but it is nothing for Caesar, who has received an excellent education since childhood, and has been personally taught by the world's top masters in the use of various classical instruments such as piano and violin.

It should be extremely rare for Caesar to be able to sing in person, even in Kassel. It can be seen that he may really like this disguised job.

It's just that there is something strange about the atmosphere in the whole hall. Chu Zihang, who had no expression, commanded the somewhat panicked guests to move to the side hall in an orderly manner with an extremely solemn face.

Fingal also beckoned guests into the guest rooms on the other floors...... It was as if it had undergone a skillful drill, and the entire hall on the first floor of Takamagahara became extremely quiet, except for the women who had surrounded Caesar from the beginning.

The people who stayed behind had an inexplicable bump on their faces, as if they were expecting and fearing. Only the extremely stubborn Chixia Aoki, uncharacteristically, looked at Caesar who was sitting gently in front of the piano in the center of the stage with the eyes that her fans looked at her.

Before she could figure out what was going on, Sakura suddenly found that Gen Zhisheng didn't know when she was stuck behind her.

"Careless! We've got to get out! There was no feeling of charm at all, and the same solemn face took Sakura's hand and quickly left along the side door of the wall.

It wasn't until the car door closed and Sakura, whose face turned extremely pale at some point, that she understood why everyone looked like they were facing a great enemy.

If Caesar's musical attainments at the Kassel Academy were similar to those of Mont Blanc in the Alps, now his musical attainments are slowly paddling from the summit of Mont Blanc to the deepest part of Port Fino with the fusion of the spirit of a certain emperor.

Caesar, who didn't know anything about this, or was quite complacent, floated out a melodious melody and sang passionately.

However, it is obviously a very beautiful melody, but when paired with a sound that is not in tune at all, it is like a combination of angels and demons, and his guests are like rolling in magma, suffering and happy.

Among them, Chixia Aoki, who has her own opinions on music and is a rising star in the Japanese pop song industry, shakes her hair like a madman, supporting this emerging singing style that she named the Death Roman style......

"Is that a voice from hell?" After a long time, I didn't slow down, and I lost my blow, and Sakura seemed to be a little out of strength.

"In a sense, yes." Yuan Zhisheng nodded slowly. He recalls that not long ago, Caesar proudly invited him to give his opinion on his singing.

Yuan Zhisheng, who felt nothing about this, agreed to his request, and at the same time admired his professional ethics of doing a line of love.

So, in the eyes of Chu Zihang and Fingal's pity and admiration, he followed Caesar into his exclusive creation room, and then three seconds later, he regretted it.

Gen Zhisheng didn't know what Caesar's fans thought, and after experiencing the kind of singing that can be regarded as not wanting to do art at all, he can still say words of praise against his will.

Anyway, the other party didn't listen to his opinions at all. And even so, Caesar's popularity has not decreased at all, but has an upward trend.

Perhaps, this is the so-called contrast cute. There was a faint sound that hit the soul from inside the door behind him, and Genjisheng didn't dare to linger, so he took Sakura and walked up a few steps and opened a door, stepping on the streets of Shinjuku at night.

Shinjuku at night is what it really looks like, and the streets are bustling with office workers who have just gotten off work or girls standing on the side of the street in scantily clad clothes.

The tall Genji is particularly conspicuous in the crowd. Coupled with the lost cherry blossom that quickly buried his face in his back, a story of a handsome cowherd who fled with a beautiful guest was silently made up in people's brains.

Turning around on the street, Yuan Zhisheng found a small road that was not too crowded. The light stretched the backs of the two of them very long, and Sakura, who was quietly following behind, didn't dare to look up at Gen Zhisheng, who didn't let go of her hand as if she had forgotten, and walked aimlessly on the street.

Inexplicably, the song of Chinatsu Aoki just now sounded, and he raised his head to look for the stars, but all he saw was a dark cloud.

The weather in Tokyo began to get strange again, the slightest cold wind was blowing in his face, and Gen Zhisheng could see the corners of Sakura's skirt and hair being blown up slightly.

Sakura, who had been keeping her head down and didn't dare to look up, secretly raised her head and saw the side face of Gen Zhisheng looking up at the sky, which reminded her of the first time she met him.

Strictly speaking, she can't be regarded as a descendant of the Eight Snake Families. When she was exiled to Afghanistan, she forgot the time of her parents' deaths, and when she was conscious, she worked hard for the purpose of surviving, which was simple but not easy for Afghanistan at that time.

She was only nine years old at the time, but she helped the local guerrillas kill people in exchange for food, and she didn't even know she was Japanese until the people of the Snake Eight family approached her.

Growing up in Central Asia and speaking only Pashto, she was brought back to Japan, but the peaceful Japan seemed to her no different from Afghanistan, except that the food was better.

But due to the language barrier, she was treated as a little transparent, and she was placed in a corner to take care of weapons.

After a long time like this, she slowly grew up and became a rare beauty. But this beauty is obscured by oil stains and stains, which few people notice.

It wasn't until she was sixteen years old that seventeen-year-old Gen Zhisheng broke into her world. When she was still a teenager, the handsome Gen Zhisheng was the best-looking person she had ever seen, even more so than when she was covered in the smell of kerosene.

At first, she ignored the inexplicable intruder of the teenager, and seriously oiled a broken knife that was almost scrapped, and she had always treated the family with such an attitude, which was the case when she was in Afghanistan.

"Would you like to do things with me?" Then Yuan Zhisheng accosted, like a little black boss who couldn't wait to show himself.

"You give me food, and I will do things with you." The dirty lost blow Sakura looked up and said in unskilled Japanese that this was her principle.

At the same time, he saw Yuan Zhisheng's eyes that were even more beautiful than himself. I don't know what's going on, the young man in front of him looks a little unkind, and says in a tone that is almost an order, or treats her as a human being: "Then it's decided, you will be my subordinate from now on." "It's decided, but at that time, Sakura didn't know anything but kill people and maintain weapons.

And when she said that she would only kill, Yuan Zhisheng shook her head and said that she didn't need to kill, she just needed to follow him......

"You just have to be my pretty girl." Yuan Zhisheng said. The distracted Lost Blowing Sakura suddenly reacted, the sentence just now was not said by the source of the memory childish.

She raised her head, just in time for the eyes of the Elder Gen Zhisheng, who were still beautiful until now. Genjisheng lifted Sakura's chin to prevent her from lowering her head again to hide her face.

He looked at the beautiful face quietly, recalling how dirty it was, but he could still get a glimpse of its beautiful face.

And the slightly blue eyes that caught his attention at first sight when he saw them.

Such a pair of beautiful eyes, which seem to reflect the color of the sky, are hidden by Sakura herself wearing glasses.

Although she is still beautiful like that, she is still a little less than what she remembered in the memory of the origin child.

The complexion is slightly red, and the usual capable secretary identity has faded, and the lost cherry blossoms at this moment show the unique feeling of Yamato Nadeshiko.

In a pair of beautiful pale blue eyes, there is only the reflection of Gen Zhisheng alone. Yuan Zhisheng looked at her a little stunned, even if he didn't care about it usually, but he also understood that it was extremely impolite to hang a girl like this.

So he followed the example of the TV, and lowered his head a little rustily, wanting to touch the slightly open red lips.

Then, a very inopportune phone call came in.