Flame 18
The woman in the dark kimono nodded. Her exposed skin was already covered with traces of time, but her upright sitting posture and elegant temperament were still retained, giving the woman a charm that could not be defeated by time.
"Yes, Takihiro-kun," the woman called Ms. Kisaragi responded. Her voice was like the bell under the eaves of a shrine, carrying the hoarseness of fallen leaves and wind. She was already in her sixties or seventies, but still had the mental state of a young person. "My son got something from the Nimatsu-kai a few days ago..."
"Ms. Kisaragi," Morobushi Kagemitsu interrupted the other party's flowery conversation by clasping his hands on his knees, "Mr. Iori doesn't have time..."
"I know," Ms. Kisaragi answered gently, not looking annoyed at being interrupted. "It's normal for Mr. Iori to have doubts about the authenticity of the medicine."
She put her hands together, pressed her forehead against the palm muscle under her thumb, and bowed slightly to Taki Hiromitsu, "Our relationship with Huiren Society has withstood the test of time." She pushed the gift on the table towards Taki Hiromitsu, then stood up and prepared to leave, "Taki Hiro-kun, you only need to tell Mr. Iori."
"The Gospel House has been extradited."
Tong Xiangwang chuckled, put his forehead on the palm muscle under his thumb, and bowed slightly.
Just like the action she made when hiding behind Kisaragi Xunzi's face.
Just like what Ru Yue Xun Zi had taught her to do before.
Just like she, they, they did before.
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"I don't think this is a good idea," Ishii Kazuki turned his head, the bullet grazed his cheek leaving a bloody mark, "My face has never been injured."
He raised his hands and said jokingly to the woman standing in front of him, "Hey," he did not hide the cruelty and arrogance in his smile, "how much do you think I need to suffer in order to replace you with your strength?"
“Curacao.”
"...You can sit down," the heterochromic woman replied calmly, her hand holding the wooden cannon still pointing steadily at the man, "The traces of close combat have been successfully forged, and the rest is..."
"I'm sorry, young lady," Ishii Kazuki licked his lips, and the familiar smell of rust and the pain in his abdomen spread. The ruthless fight between the two of them just now caused a lot of damage to each other. "I don't want to go to the hospital again. It's very annoying to be looked at like a bad kid all the time."
"This is Mescal's instruction." Curacao never let down her guard. She reiterated the content of the deal. "Don't forget, he was the one who offered to help me leave the organization—"
"Know."
As the sound of the wooden gun sounded, Curacao used the mouth of the wooden gun to deflect the next attack. Ishii Kazuki's explosive power caught her off guard even though she was well prepared. "But do it my way." The man put the wooden gun in his hand against the woman's throat - Curacao recognized that it was another spare weapon hidden on his body. He didn't care at all that the wooden gun was aimed at his abdomen, and he showed a cynical smile to himself.
"See you in the next life, Curacao."
The sound of woodworking was heard.
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