"I refuse, don't you understand human speech?"

Scarlet Hime leaned against the window on the second floor, her head resting on the wall, and her cat-like child hole looked at the cherry blossoms in the courtyard outside, "I just want to sing to my heart's content, president."

"You're not a child either, you should understand that sometimes people have to bow their heads, and you think you're being bitten by a dog."

The president on the other end of the phone persuaded him with his experience, "He is the second young master of the Mitsubishi Foundation, if you annoy him, what should you do with your dreams?"

"My dream is not cheap enough to be fulfilled in this way."

Scarlet puffed out a puff of cigarette.

As a singer, she shouldn't smoke something that hurts her throat, and she doesn't usually like to smoke.

It's just that when she is under mental pressure, she needs to find something to release her pressure.

"Why are you so stubborn, isn't it worth your patience for so many years of hard work?"

The president continued to persuade that if you want to get to where you are today, you need to work hard in addition to talent, and he doesn't want this person's efforts to be in vain.

"yes, maybe it's easier if you don't be stubborn."

Scarlet lowered her head, stared at the cigarette in her left hand, and said slowly, "But if you want to pursue ease, dying is the easiest way, you don't need to think about anything, you don't need to care."

"Wouldn't you say yes anyway?"

"Hmm." She replied softly, already having a decision in her heart.

"I'm sorry......"

The other party let out a sigh and hung up the phone.

Scarlet Ji threw her phone onto the comfortable bed, and now she completely tore her face, nothing could be undone, and her midnight magic was lifted.

Cinderella again...... Scarlet took a puff of her cigarette, which she didn't spit out of her mouth and tried to swallow, "Ahem."

She coughed and let out the cigarette from her mouth.

"Are you alright?" The door was quickly opened, and the beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Temple trotted over, the smell of smoke in the air was not choking, and in terms of smoke, Scarlet Ji was still quite expensive to buy.

Because she couldn't smell the bad smoke.

"It's okay," Scarlet shook her head, poking her cigarette into the ashtray, "you're quick to react."

"Hey, I'm a professional."

The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Temple raised her head, her expression a little proud.

Scarlet Ji said expressionlessly, "Are you eavesdropping outside?"

"......" The momentum of the beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Temple quickly dissipated, and he looked left and right weakly, "No, no, I didn't eavesdrop at all, but when I passed by, I heard a little bit."

She used her fingers to compare a distance of a few centimeters, and her big apricot eyes were like frightened rabbits, quietly looking at each other's faces.

Scarlet smiled and rubbed her head with her hand, "Why are you so cute?

Go down, and I have something to say to you."

When it came to this, she didn't want to hide it and walked downstairs.

……

In the living room, the LCD TV plays the hottest transcendent movie of the year, King Kong vs. the Demon King.

The main character is based on K-ONE White Fight champion, Jack Wilson.

The background of the story is that the king of monsters from another world tries to dominate humanity and sends his subordinates to destroy New York.

In Hollywood's blockbuster, it can't be called a big scene without destroying New York once.

….

Shiraishi was lying on his side on the sofa, and for the first time he felt that he could watch a two-hour movie.

The special effects and scenes are perfect, the script is old-fashioned, the monsters attack, New York is destroyed, and the remnants blow the horn of counterattack, but the actors' acting skills are very good, and the old-fashioned plot is burned.

This movie is definitely not aimed at business, and the publicity is more meaningful.

He watched it with relish, except that there were no chips and no coke, and in front of him was a plate of peeled apples.

Nutrition is nutrition, but it doesn't have junk food like cola chips that makes people happy.

However, if Jun Komori is by his side, Shiraishi

Every time I want to eat that junk food, I will be stared at.

She just stares, and she won't persuade Shiraishi not to eat, or she won't look away, and she will express her protest against junk food with a silent gaze.

Jun Komori does not object to Shiraishi eating snacks, but hopes that he can eat snacks with nutritional value, such as fruits, or bread and cookies that she bakes herself.

Maybe she took care of her too well, and every time Shiraishi stayed upstairs to meditate, he would eat potato chips and drink Coke as water.

With his physique, he doesn't have to worry about the diseases that ordinary people suffer from eating junk food.

It's just a pity that now is the time to carry out the mission.

Jun Komori doesn't meditate, patrolling lets the heart go, and she stays by Shiraishi's side.

For more than ten days in a row, it was not easy for Baishi to pour a glass of water alone, and he felt like he was going to be raised.

He knew that this was a fall, and he thought that if he fell for a while once in a while, there would be no problem.

It's just a month.

Shiraishi coughed.

Jun Komori turned her eyes back from the movie, she actually has no interest in such movies, and she can watch it because Shiraishi likes to watch it.

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"Would you like tea?" She asked, and her hand had already helped to pour it on.

"I'm sorry for you." Shiraishi raised his hand to take the tea.

There was a crisp sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Scarlet came down and shouted, "I have something to tell you."

「？」 Shiraishi didn't continue to lie down, and quickly sat up.

The god Nagi Rin, who was patrolling outside the door, also returned to the house.

She has a cautious personality, and during this time, she is tense and has not relaxed her vigilance against the outside at all.

It's not like a ghost dragon temple beautiful teeth, and the mental state is relaxed to the same as a vacation.

"What's the matter?" Kami Nagi Rin asked.

Scarlet walked down the stairs and said, "The enemy is likely to be here recently."

Shiraishi was curious, "How do you know?"

"Guess."

Scarlet replied, scratching her head and saying, "In early April, the Prime Minister had his birthday, and I was invited to sing at the birthday party.

As a result, Kenjiro Iwasaki, the second young master of the Mitsubishi Foundation, took a fancy to him and asked the office to let me accompany him that night.

I refused."

"What's the problem?" The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Temple tilted her head, and she didn't understand what was wrong with it, and it was normal for her to refuse if she didn't like it.

Shen Nagi Rin knew the style of those boys, and said, "Of course there is, with the character of those people, they won't give up easily."

….

"That's right, the firm pressured me, and if I didn't accompany him, I would be terminated and banned."

Scarlet nodded, a hint of mockery on her face, "In the eyes of those guys, singers are puppets at the mercy of disobedient puppets.

I just refused again, and Kenjiro Iwasaki is likely to use force."

"Splashing dirty water, creating the illusion that the artist committed suicide in fear of crime."

Kaminagi's eyes lowered, "If you're ruthless, that's the way you act."

"That's too bad." The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Temple were angry, clenched her fist with her hand, and said angrily, "I'm going to beat them!"

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, don't be so excited."

Shiraishi's expression was very determined, he was talking about evidence, not just listening to a person and casually going to the door to kill people.

He likes to strike backwards.

No one can beat him anyway, and it's no problem to be dozens of hands behind.

Scarlet Ji didn't ask a few people to strangle the danger in the cradle, and in her mind, it was already a successful task to save the first wave from being taken away by Iwasaki's people.

……

Iwasaki's revenge came quickly, first a corrupt official fell from power, and then he shook out and had affairs with many actresses, one of which was Scarlet Hime.

There is no clear evidence

, is a confession, fueled by the water army, the wanton speeches of the melon-eating masses, and the fans who turned black and rushed wildly, Scarlet Ji's reputation plummeted.

Major social platforms have put on a posture of conforming to public opinion and blocked her account.

With the full firepower of the capital's machine, Scarlet Ji lost all channels to speak to the outside world.

She didn't care, or rather, after the termination of the contract, she basically didn't try to go to social platforms and lived a life without an Internet.

Do daily exercises such as lifting dumbbells and skipping rope.

Speaking of exercise, she didn't count how many times or minutes she did with others, she just jumped there by feeling, and stopped when she didn't want to jump.

Sometimes you can jump for an hour, and sometimes you stop after ten minutes.

She was jumping rope in her room.

The door was unscrewed, and Shiraishi stepped inside, and she didn't stop, continuing to jump there.

Shiraishi didn't bother, leaning his back against the door and waiting for her to finish jumping.

Scarlet Ji has a small slap face and small breasts, similar to Xiaolongbao, and when jumping rope, there will be no magnificent scenery of rough waves.

Crystal sweat flowed on the surface of her skin, and her long eyelashes made her eyes look like those of a Persian cat.

She jumped so much that she didn't want to jump, so she chose to stop, took a light breath, turned her head and said, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"Hmm, it's said that there is something, but it is indeed something, what are you going to do in the future?"

Shiraishi scratched his head and said, "Japan's reputation is already stinking, and even if Iwasaki is solved, it will be difficult to wash away that dirty water."

The price of rumors is too light, and there are many people who want to join in the fun, and they don't care about the consequences.

Because it has nothing to do with me, my position is biased towards what is fun and what to say.

"Well, sell the house, I want to settle in Italy, find a bar there, be a resident singer, and sing as usual."

Scarlet Ji said her plans for the future, relying on the past savings, she has earned enough money that normal people can't spend in a few lifetimes.

….

With a deposit of 100 million US dollars from a Swiss bank, buy a small house in Italy, settle down, and if appropriate, stay there for retirement in the future.

"If you survive this time."

Scarlet shrugged.

Bai Shi's brows furrowed slightly, and he wondered, "Why don't you go first?"

"I don't want to run away in embarrassment, at least slap that arrogant guy head-on and walk away in style."

Scarlet spread her hand, she had her stubbornness, and said with a smile on her face, "If I can't stop it, I can only say that I am unlucky."

Shiraishi smiled, "Don't worry, with me, no one can touch you, get ready to go to Italy."

"Two million yen is worth it to hire such a reliable bodyguard as you."

Scarlet smiled, tilted her head, and said, "If you look closely, you are really a good man for Asassi, and you look very strong."

"You are not the first person to say that I am a gentle good man, and you are still the first person who says that I look very strong."

Shiraishi replied with a smile, his appearance was insulated from the word strong in the eyes of ordinary people.

Scarlet looked into his eyes, "You have eyes that are not afraid of anything, just like the Ghost Dragon Temple, but not quite similar."

Speaking of the girl, she was a little curious, "What is the Ghost Dragon Courtyard doing?"

Normally, that one would be guarding the door, but now that she is gone, she is really a little unaccustomed.

Shiraishi replied truthfully, "I'm on the Internet and on the Internet."

"yes," Scarlet scratched her head, guessing that it might have something to do with her, so she didn't stay in the bedroom, opting to go outside.

When she went down the stairs, she saw the beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Courtyard squatting on the chair with a puffed face, like a tiger roaring, "I will never let you go!!"

Those two thumbs were fast and powerful, as if they wanted to smash the screen.

"Ghost Dragon Temple, what are you doing?"

Scarlet Ji knew it, so she still asked out loud.

"Reply to those who scolded you."

The Ghost Dragon Courtyard didn't raise her teeth, focusing on the line with a group of people.

Scarlet Ji's heart warmed, and she shook her head and said, "You don't have to deal with those people, in this world, there are a lot of guys we don't like, and there are a lot of guys who don't like us."

"That's not good, you're my friend, how can I watch them slander you like that!"

The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Courtyard didn't care about those, and continued to spray back, saying that it was spraying, but it was actually reasonable.

Her most ruthless scolding words are gossip and bastard, and the rest is to tell the story in detail, and there is no reply under the post.

A whole bunch of private messages.

I haven't read a letter from the Ghost Dragon Academy, and it's not enough time to export to the outside world, so how can I see what the private message is.

Scarlet couldn't persuade her, so she turned to the kitchen and made her a sandwich and hot milk to replenish her strength.

Bai Shi walked down the stairs, and the Ghost Dragon Courtyard Meiya felt that one pair of hands was not enough, and raised his head and said, "Bai Shi-kun, lend me your hand."

He rolled his eyes and said angrily, "You just copy and paste."

"Oh, yes, there's another way!"

The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Academy suddenly realized, why didn't she think of it?

"Shiraishi-kun, you're so smart."

….

The big apricot eyes were full of worship.

"I'm not happy at all to be praised by you."

Shiraishi complained.

……

Night came as scheduled, all the lights in the mansion were on, and the evening breeze was blowing on his cheeks.

Instead of staying in the house, Nagi Rin took the initiative to take on the role of guarding outside.

Her long golden hair was scattered over her shoulders, her hand was on the hilt of her sword, her head was held high, and her face was as delicate as a porcelain doll.

She had an indescribable feeling in her heart, maybe it was an illusion, but the air tonight was heavier than before, and it was definitely not a quiet night.

Kaminagi's amber eyes swept around, and he suddenly noticed that the surging brilliance was shining outside the walls at some point, like a hood, covering the entire mansion.

It's an enchantment!

There was a little excitement in her eyes, and she finally came.

Someone climbed over the fence and came from the front with a big grin.

Kaminagi Rin looked at the person, who was about 1.75 meters tall, dressed like a ronin from the Edo period, with an embarrassed stubble on his chin, a knife hanging from his waist, and an arrogant step with a figure of eight.

"Oh, I actually came from the front, obviously I am a young person, but I still have a bit of backbone."

Kaminagi Rin gripped the hilt of the sword in his hand.

A hideous smile appeared on the man's face and said, "I just like a hard-mouthed guy like you, and you can cut it hard."

"You're the one who died." She replied coldly, and the spiritual pressure suddenly exploded.

Dragon's Roar!

As soon as Kaminagi Rin made a move, it was a long-range attack, and the whining wind was like the Grim Reaper whispering at night, and the invisible wind wrenched towards the human body, trying to tear people into slag.

The sword flashed, and the deathmatch officially began.

Bang!

The silent night erupted into a loud sound, not just one, but at a time not too different from each other, making people mistake it for one.

Scarlet seemed to wake up from her bed, looking left and right, but she didn't see anyone around.

A short man appeared silently in the air behind her, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and the smell on it could make people unconscious.

Then, he performed the Yin-Yang Technique, and the two of them gradually became transparent, and then left through the window.

"Goo~"

The short man reminded his companion in a loud voice that the man had arrived, so don't continue to dwell there and leave quickly.

Their mission is not to kill the Hunter's guards, but to kidnap Scarlet.

The short man held the man in his arms, and continued to leap on the roof, and then landed next to a van waiting on the side of the road.

He slipped into the open door and threw Scarlet in the back seat, looking

With this female singer who is sought after by tens of thousands of people, her eyes flashed with a little greed, "It's so beautiful, no wonder Young Master Iwasaki likes her."

"Don't do anything to her." The driver reminded me.

The short man smiled, "I understand, the first time must have belonged to Master Iwasaki, and then us."

"Close, let's go back."

The driver saw that he was measured, so he didn't say anything, Iwasaki was very concerned about the first time of a woman, and after winning it, he would let his subordinates play with it casually.

His greatest hobby was to raise a woman to be a dog who could do his best.

……

In the western part of Ota Ward, the countryside is refuted.

As the van drove in, the short man received a message from his companion, and his face turned ugly.

The driver saw through the rearview mirror that he didn't look right and asked, "What's wrong?"

….

"Yamada was killed by that blonde girl, half of Toyama's body was severely burned, and it is likely to be scrapped, and Misawa's internal organs were seriously damaged, so it's hard to say whether he can survive tonight."

The short man said the rest of the hunting group, with a hint of annoyance on his face and a little glad in his heart.

He's not the one in charge of the fight, and he's so lucky.

The driver frowned and said, "There's no way, only to find a new person."

"Hmm," the short man nodded, feeling compassionate to those people, but not much, and a few seconds of silence for them was the limit.

The driver drove to the door of the villa where Iwasaki was, stopped, and "moved people inside."

"No, I don't." The surging voice replied, and Scarlet Hime, who should have been unconscious, sat up, and her body changed, transforming from a beautiful woman to a black-haired man with good facial features.

"You!" The short man wanted to make a move, but his eyebrows were suddenly tapped, and the wind came through the open door.

When did the door open?

The short man and the driver were startled, and did not blink, but they still did not know how and when the door was opened, as if it had not been closed in the first place.

"Who are you?" The driver's face was full of solemnity.

"You're dead," Shiraishi didn't look back, "I never talk to the dead."

Before the driver could understand this, his body suddenly swelled like a fermented dough, "Hmm, ah!"

Bang, both of them bulged and exploded, flesh and blood all over the van.

Shiraishi walked to the door, and with a slight push, the door was already open, and his gaze crossed the courtyard fountain and fell to the European-style villa.

The whole is snow-white, and the gate is gilded.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked slowly.

Walking to the door, he pushed it casually, and the warm light illuminated the golden hall, and the Hawaiian-style man sat lazily on the sofa, holding a cocktail in his right hand, his eyes squinting, "Who are you?"

"I'm not in the habit of signing up for words from dead people, Kenjiro Iwasaki."

Shiraishi replied, his eyes looking at the tall man standing behind the sofa, "You want to protect him?"

"Duty."

The man's face was as hard as granite, and his answers were concise, and at first glance he was not a man of many words.

Kenjiro Iwasaki is a person who cares about his own safety, and unlike the people in the Hunting Group, the person behind him is that he spent a lot of money to invite a Tiger Fist master from the Hundred Beast Dojo, and he has defeated a strong man with the Hunting Spirit level Lv.6.

That's where his confidence lies.

The Lv.3 order released by Scarlet Ji was lucky enough to defeat the people in the Hunter Group, but he definitely couldn't beat the Tiger Fist powerhouse behind him.

"If you hand over Scarlet, I'll spare your life."

Kenjiro Iwasaki took a sip of wine elegantly and said with a smile, "I can also give you a high-paying job and work for me in the future."

Shiraishi shook his head and said, "I hope your calmness will last until you die."

"Kill him." Kenjiro Iwasaki saw that the negotiations had broken down and gave an order directly.

The tall man's body bent slightly, his back arched, and he suddenly rushed forward, and his hands probed, which had become a tiger pounce, and at the same time his mouth made a tiger roar, which was really like a tiger flying down the mountain.

Kenjiro Iwasaki's face was full of excitement, he likes women, but he prefers to watch the battle of the transcendental, it doesn't matter if he sees it clearly or not, the scene is bloody.

The tiger fist is fierce, and when it falls on the human body, it is often disemboweled, and the intestines and internal organs flow out.

He craned his neck to watch.

I saw the man pounce majestically, and in the next second, he fell to the ground and wailed, his arms were broken together, and his face seemed to be broken granite, and he could no longer give people a hard feeling.

"What's going on?" Kenjiro Iwasaki's face was confused.

Shiraishi didn't intend to explain anything, so he raised his foot and stepped on the man's neck, saying, "You'll be next."

Kenjiro Iwasaki couldn't maintain his calm posture, and his hand holding the cocktail kept shaking, "I can give you money, lots and lots of money, women, houses, cars, and even airplanes!"

"Can that money buy the life of the noble son?"

Shiraishi replied slowly, "No, whoever makes the noble son, life is priceless."

"Kill me, you're the enemy of the Mitsubishi Foundation!"

Kenjiro Iwasaki threatened.

Shiraishi looked at his ugly state that was about to pee his pants in fright, and shook his head, these guys used to boast of being high, looking down on people who were greedy for life and afraid of death, and they trembled with fear when they fell on themselves.

"You like to force people? Let's try a little stuffed."

He waved his hand, and the sofa and the ground turned into muddy swamps, and Kenjiro Iwasaki sank, unable to hold his cocktail and not care about face, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please spare my life!" Please, don't kill me! I don't want to die!!"

Shiraishi has left.

"Mom! Father! Nissan! Help me!"

Kenjiro Iwasaki shouted with tears streaming down his face, and his body sank into the swamp.

White and red