Chapter 120 Chapter 120 "My nickname is Hard Tofu, I can make...

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Kokushibo stood in the crowd, looked at Li Xiaoqi and Muzan Kibutsuji, took a deep breath, and suppressed the annoyance in his heart.

I had sensed the presence of the Demon Slayer Corps and went to investigate, but unexpectedly the presence disappeared inexplicably when I chased it to the entrance of the shrine. After searching for a while without success, I had to come back.

The feeling conveyed by that breath should be a pillar.

When did the Demon Slayer Corps have a swordsman who could hide his aura so perfectly? Even he couldn't detect it.

If that swordsman could join them, he would surely become a good training partner.

With this thought in mind, Kokushibo returned to the big tree where he was before, but he did not see Miss Nana.

He closed his eyes, searching for her scent, and soon found her among the crowd at the stall.

Kokushibo showed a look of surprise for a moment when he found that Lord Muzan was also there.

He pursed his lips slightly, feeling uncomfortable that his beloved knife was taken away and used by someone else.

Kokushibo chased after him and saw Lord Muzan combing Miss Nana's hair with a gentle look on his face.

Such behavior seemed too intimate to him, who was born in the Warring States Period.

He recalled how Miss Nana wanted to invite Lord Muzan at the first moment, and suddenly understood something.

Kokushibo lowered his eyes slightly, feeling a sense of loss.

He quickly brushed those emotions off.

Just a woman, she cannot affect his progress in martial arts.

In the last second, Kokushibo was thinking clearly, but in the next second he took a step unconsciously and walked towards Muzan Kibutsuji and Li Xiaoqi.

These emotions came strangely, but they made him indulge in them and unable to stop.

Kokushibo had a feeling that something was wrong, but the moment he felt it, he was inexplicably pushed back, and the unexplained force made him ignore it.

Looking at her smiling face in the crowd, he took off the hat that covered his face and unconsciously forgot the feeling that something was wrong.

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"CG sales have ended. 'Whose Heart Is Beating Beneath the Lush Tree' sold 33 tickets, earning the streamer 990 gold coins. 'Dangerous Invitation' sold 69 tickets, earning the streamer 2070 gold coins."

The notification sound of gold coins entering the pocket was very pleasant, but the gentle gaze of Muzan Kibutsuji in the mirror made Li Xiaoqi dig his toes into the ground.

Acting is so tiring, when can I stop acting...

Li Xiaoqi sighed deeply in his heart and felt that after returning to his original world, he could try to change his career and become an actor.

[Kill! Holy shit—]

[Qiqi, Zai is watching you from behind]

[Oh huh! Shura Field!!!]

[Is the Shura Field I've been waiting for going to appear? ]

[Zai, how did you appear so quietly? Hey, it's a bit scary]

My eyes are rulers. I swear, that expression on Zai's face was terrifying.

On the live broadcast interface floating in the air next to them, the audience began to get excited.

After the boss put down the mirror, Li Xiaoqi took a quick glance and instantly broke out in a sweat.

Dazai Osamu was right behind us and must have seen everything that happened just now.

She actually felt a little guilty.

...No, why should she feel guilty? That bastard Dazai always evades her probing questions. Sometimes he is always ambiguous with her, with no clear answer as to whether she accepts or rejects him. He always throws out words that resemble a confession first, and ends with a joke, trying to drive her crazy.

Fortunately, she was calm enough.

The more Li Xiaoqi thought about it, the angrier he became, but the smile on his face grew brighter.

So, she has nothing to feel guilty about.

Dazai Osamu is indeed a rare good partner, so it is better not to digest a good partner internally.

"Mr. Muzan, let's go check out some other stalls."

Li Xiaoqi said softly.

Muzan Kibutsuji looked at the smile on Li Xiaoqi's face, and for some reason he felt a chill on his back.

"Master Wuhan."

Kokushibo's voice came from behind.

Muzan Kibutsuji turned around, and before he even saw his subordinates, he started to scold them: "Kokushibo, how could you leave Miss Nana alone..."

DOKI!

Before he could say anything, his face froze when he saw Kokushibo's face clearly, and he took a step back suddenly.

"Kokushibo, your face?"

Muzan Kibutsuji quickly came back to his senses. He showed an angry look and made a roaring sound from his throat.

Kokushibo half-knelt on the ground, "I'm so sorry, Master Muzan."

"This is all for the sake of accompanying Miss Nana and protecting her safety."

Passersby looked over here and the crowd laughed from time to time.

"Is there a play being performed over there?"

"Those two male actors are really good-looking..."

Hearing the teasing words of passers-by, Muzan Kibutsuji regained his composure and forced a smile on his face.

"I understand. Get up."

"yes."

Kokushibo stood up with a cold expression and stood behind Muzan Kibutsuji.

Seeing this, Li Xiaoqi bit his lower lip and almost laughed out loud.

She turned to look at Kokushibo and blinked her left eye. "Mr. Kokushibo, I'm sorry, I have to leave first."

Kokushibo was silent for a few seconds and shook his head.

"As Master Muzan said, it was my fault."

Li Xiaoqi blinked slowly, and for some reason he felt that Kokushibo seemed to be in a bad mood.

She quietly took a step back and whispered beside Kokushibo, "Mr. Kokushibo, did you actually go to the bathroom?"

Kokushibo: “…”

He looked at the innocent smile on Li Xiaoqi's face and felt helpless.

Kokushibo sighed almost inaudibly, "No..."

Muzan Kibutsuji laughed softly, and the gloom on his face was dispelled.

He said as if he had heard a funny joke, "Ms. Nana is so cute."

Suddenly, the administrator June’s reminder sound came to my mind.

"Tick-tick! Muzan Kibutsuji's favorability increased by 5 points, and Kokushibo's favorability increased by 5 points."

At this moment, the smile on Li Xiaoqi's face became more bitter.

Bad, very bad.

How can she avoid the two great gods and deliver the information?

Perhaps the system felt that it couldn't let her get by so easily, so this handwritten information couldn't be put into the backpack.

Originally, Li Xiaoqi thought that although it could not be put into the backpack, there was still a portal, so it would be easy to deliver the information. He just had to open the door and reach his hand through.

As a result, just as she finished writing the intelligence, this hellish strategy mission popped up, forcing her to pass on the intelligence like a spy meeting.

Suddenly, the sound of a flute rang out.

Li Xiaoqi looked back when he heard the sound and saw several familiar people standing on the stall behind him.

Dazai Osamu was wearing a navy blue kimono and standing behind the stall, smiling and attracting customers. That smile looked malicious no matter how you looked at it.

Next to the stall, Asari Ugetsu and Giotto stood side by side. They both changed into yukata suitable for the festival. The style and color were exactly the same as the one worn by Dazai Osamu. At first glance, they looked like guys from the same stall.

Chao Li Yu Yue played the flute and closed her eyes, immersed in the music.

Giotto holds a white folding fan in his hand and claps his palms rhythmically.

I heard from Dazai Osamu before that these two people left the day after pounding rice cakes. How come they appeared here?

By the way, since the festival started, Dazai Osamu's live broadcast has been turned off. What happened in this short period of time?

Dazai Osamu was clearly sleeping before coming to the festival!

Li Xiaoqi had a lot of complaints to complain about, but he had to keep it to himself and pretend that he didn't know him.

"What a beautiful flute sound, Miss Nana, shall we go over and take a look?"

Seeing that Li Xiaoqi was attracted by the sound of the flute, Muzan Kibutsuji spoke very considerately.

Li Xiaoqi nodded. "Yes, I wonder what kind of goods are being sold there."

As they spoke, Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo and Li Xiaoqi walked towards the stall.

The music played by the flute suddenly changed, and the familiar tune made Li Xiaoqi stop.

This is the street where the wind blows...

This tune, which tells an endless story, is cheerful and free-spirited, yet tinged with struggle and melancholy, and the timbre of the flute adds a touch of sadness.

Li Xiaoqi opened his eyes wide, a look of shock flashing across his brows.

Eh... no... eh?!

Pedestrians walked past her one after another, and she looked into Dazai Osamu's eyes.

How did he know this song?

How could Dazai Osamu, a person who lives in a different dimension,...is there also this song in his world?

Dazai Osamu raised the corners of his lips, and his iris-colored eyes seemed to carry many stories. Those stories were mixed into a mystery, tightly entangled by black lines, revealing only a hint of sadness.

Li Xiaoqi took a step forward and gently raised his hand in a tiny arc.

The world around him seemed to fade away, the noise in his ears faded away, leaving only the sound of the flute played by Chao Li Yu Yue.

Dazai Osamu stood behind the stall. Although there were countless people standing around him, he seemed to be alone.

She had a strong urge to run over and hug the thin figure tightly.

"Ms. Nana?"

Muzan Kibutsuji's voice was like a sharp sword, waking Li Xiaoqi up.

Li Xiaoqi suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head to meet Muzan Kibutsuji's inquiring gaze, and put on a faint smile.

"This song is very beautiful. I have never heard such beautiful flute music before in the Space-Time Administration."

She lowered her voice and sighed.

"I almost went up to ask for his autograph!"

"sign?"

Muzan Kibutsuji was stunned and asked in confusion.

Li Xiaoqi saw that Onibutsuji Muzan was fooled and widened his smile. "Yes, in our area, famous figures in the bureau will have many admirers, and getting an autograph is a very honorable thing."

"I see."

Muzan Kibutsuji once again dispelled his doubts and responded with a gentle smile.

"Ah, there's that beautiful lady and two handsome gentlemen over there, would you like to come and see our stall?"

Dazai Osamu waved over here with a bright and friendly smile on his face.

Giotto waved his folding fan, curved his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Yes, the goods in our stall are unique. They are shipped from overseas and are blessed by the gods. Different items have different effects."

Li Xiaoqi's mouth twitched. This statement and this scene were too familiar.

Muzan Kibutsuji groaned, his eyes sweeping over the faces of Giottio, Asari Ugetsu, and Dazai Osamu, "I seem to have seen them somewhere before...?"

Li Xiaoqi was stunned and chuckled in his heart.

That’s right, sir, your defense was broken last time.

[Ahhhh this song!!! The dimensional wall is broken──]

[Who understands, my family, watching a live broadcast and this song kills me]

[Ahhh, when I was watching the Bunno Kuro no Jidai stage play, this song played at the end and I cried so hard...]

[Laughing for wealth, this familiar personnel configuration, no tragic danger]

[Help, I don’t know why, but Qiqi and Zai looked at each other across the crowd with a sense of fate]

[Oh my god, how did Yu Yue know this song?]

【Zai told Ugetsu, right?】

[The question is, how did Zai know???]

【???】

[Could it be that this song exists in Zai's world? ]

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

[No, it's just that Dazai often hums this song.]

【Chuya!!!】

[Zhāya came out to explain, so lovely]

[Wait, that's a lot of information]

[No, Chuuya, you seem to be used to this live broadcast? ]

The screen was full of questions, and suddenly a comment that was suspected to be from Chuuya Nakahara caused a sensation.

"My nickname is Hard Tofu. I can make tofu that can hit someone on the head—"

"The items are expensive? Can't afford them? No problem! Just win the game and you can take them home as prizes!"

Dazai Osamu made trumpet shapes with his hands and started shouting.

When Li Xiaoqi heard his words, his brain completely shut down.

Firm tofu…

Firm tofu? !

In the crowd, Douma was watching the lively festival with curiosity, and was suddenly attracted by the shouting.

He stood on tiptoe, placed his right hand on his forehead and looked out, and immediately saw the dazed Li Xiaoqi.

"Ms. Nana?"

"Ohhhh—there's also Muzan-sama and Kokushibo-sama! What a surprise."

Douma held an envelope in his hand, which contained an invitation letter with beautiful handwriting.

"But who invited me to the festival?"