Chapter 106 If He Can See It, I Lose
In a sense, the appearance of this screen is of great significance.
The orange-red sunlight poured into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Suzuki Sonoko slept so soundly that she didn't know what day it was. After waking up, she felt a long-lost sense of relaxation.
She curled up in the quilt, expressionless and dazed for a while, then began to seriously analyze herself.
According to the little baby in the Vongola family, she was a person who brought disaster to the country and the people in her previous life. She fooled the first leader and two guardians of the Vongola family in a row.
She is really a little devil.
This should be certain, Sonoko thought. As the godfather family of the Mafia, the Vongola family has had an unbroken legacy for hundreds of years, and the lives of successive leaders should be recorded in great detail.
Since Reborn dared to tell her this, there must be sufficient evidence to support it.
In this regard, she believed in the reputation of her godfather's family.
According to them (actually guesswork):
The little goblin who brings misfortune had a childhood with Amemori Asari and Ugetsu, a beautiful girlhood with three girlfriends at the same time, and a happy second half of her life with marriage and children.
By analogy, when Chao Li Yu Yue saw her floating in the stream, she was willing to take the trouble to salvage her, most likely because humans share the same face in past and present lives.
——The guy thought she looked like his childhood sweetheart, so he loved her as well.
And the style of the first generation of Vongola when they were in seclusion...
Yuanzi thought calmly: The most valuable thing they have is probably the property I gave them as a gift. How could they have the extra gold and silver to buy such large and flashy ornaments?
Moreover, with Giotto's poor artistic taste (mainly his ugly handwriting), even if he loved the troublemaker in his previous life and was willing to spend all his wealth on her, he did not have the objective ability to paint that folding screen.
Lanshou Gatlin's artistic accomplishments were sufficient, but Sonoko vaguely remembered:
G’s setting...seems like a spare tire?
It is said that the paintings he left behind are all of a particularly sad style. Although the protagonist of the portrait is indeed Huoshui himself, because Huoshui was already his sister-in-law at that time, he could only rely on his imagination to create.
As a result, the composition is single and the characters are dull, and there is no room for adjectives like lingering and sad to exist in the finished product!
So this painting has nothing to do with the disaster.
Sonoko was very clear about the situation and didn't take the blame for the disaster personally. She thought: This little devil has been tied to Vongola all his life. His life experience is complete and can be recorded in history. He simply didn't have the spare time to meet a castle lord named Komatsu Naotaka, nor did he have the chance to marry him in a grand ceremony. In the end, his country was destroyed and they were separated (this is what the archaeological materials attached to the screen said).
This is very important to Suzuki Sonoko.
This meant that those broken fragments really came from her, and not some inexplicable awakening of past life memories;
The person who married Komatsu Naotaka and was painted into the painting was indeed Suzuki Sonoko who had strayed into time and space, not the troublemaker who took her husband's surname Sawada but had an ominous name.
——There is a blank in the memory of Suzuki Sonoko, and Shang Long happens to belong to that blank.
But the style of painting is still wrong...
The eldest lady fluttered around in bed twice, picking at the corner of the quilt and wondering: Judging from the craftsmanship of that screen, it is worthy of being listed in the National Museum as a national treasure.
But whether it is the theme or the shape, especially the number on the corner, it proves that this thing is really just the specifications of daily necessities.
To make an analogy, the role of this type of thing in the ancient palace is equivalent to the large ornaments used to decorate the hall of their house. It is not enough to be used for "decoration" and will be replaced according to the season.
And after two or three years of use, a new batch will be made to replace them.
As for the old ones, the general saying is "put them away first and use them when there is a chance", but unless the owner suddenly remembers them, they will basically end up gathering dust in the warehouse.
Considering that this folding screen is numbered seven and the background of the painting is a summer evening (July), Ms. Suzuki, who has an astonishing collection, reasonably guessed:
This is probably a complete set made by month, which means there are at least eleven large screens of the same style with different paintings!
Just a "daily necessity", yet it's so extravagant...
Yuanzi thought that given the material and cultural level of the Warring States Period, any force that could achieve this standard of living would surely be recorded in history.
Xiaosongcheng has no name or surname, but he is so rich... isn't it a bit abnormal?
I can't figure it out. Miss Suzuki is lying there with a pillow in her arms. In fact, no matter what happened when she lost her memory, no matter how friendly the material environment was, the cultural environment was probably quite dangerous.
——The only abilities she has left now are actually due to the physical instincts developed during that period.
Although Suzuki Sonoko is not good at instigating sinister people to plot against her, she has been able to easily identify various means of instigating sinister people to plot against her since she traveled through time.
The point is, this kind of "discernment" is not the animal instinct that she developed over the past decade or so, the intuition that "this guy might want to hurt people."
Instead, it is detailed to the extent of [someone said this in order to achieve xxx purpose through xxx], and the perspective is very condescending.
Yuanzi thought that Shanglong was probably doing well. Although the working environment was a bit dangerous, he still placed her in a high enough and safe place.
What is he trying to do...
Yuanzi kicked away the pillow and turned over on the spot. The large screen was immediately stuck in front of the end of the bed, which looked a bit abrupt. At this time, the sun was setting and only some deep red afterglow of sunlight remained. The material of this handicraft, which was originally exquisite, was covered with a layer of warm light. Even she (pointing to the painting) who was lying in front of the window was filled with the tenderness of a stock fan.
Sonoko thought that maybe it was because the subject of the painting was her, so it couldn't be serious - but even if you ignore the issue of the subject's lack of seriousness, this thing looks... a little too gentle.
She climbed down from the bed, sat on the bare floor in front of the screen, and raised her hand to touch the signature.
Naotaka Komatsu.
The author of this painting.
To achieve such an effect, the painter must be a skilled artist, with the composition, color, and brushstrokes all meeting the highest standards of art, and possessing a certain degree of psychological suggestion ability.
Or...
Miss Suzuki's fingertips slid across the two words "Shanglong" stroke by stroke: Either, from the very beginning, the person who painted the picture had his heart full of love.
This love is so strong that even after being passed down through the hands of a craftsman, it still cannot be concealed. Even people who do not know how to appreciate it will subconsciously define "it" as a love item given by a man to a woman after seeing it.
This statement is really corny.
——Thinking that there may be eleven other paintings of the same type, doesn’t it feel even more corny?
But since he was willing to give her an aura of invulnerability and even held such a grand wedding ceremony, Sonoko thought, this man must love me very much.
But - just like Ebisu, the great god of fortune, whose presence is very strong (she has been blessed with a lucky buff since she was a child), but whose origin is somewhat inexplicable (he accepted whatever her mother said, and then showed such sincere affection to her) - when Miss Suzuki thinks about this kind of thing, she must not feel very good psychologically, and she always has to worry whether the other party has other intentions.
But because there are too few clues, I can't guess what they are trying to do...
Is it really just love for her?
This is not impossible. Yuanzi thought that she had lost her memory after all, and the images that flashed through her mind when her head hurt occasionally were particularly fragmented. Maybe she had lost her memory for a long time, and after being together for a long time, maybe they would fall in love with each other?
Moreover, Ximen also said that Xiaosong City seemed to be a very simple small city, so small that it could not be found in unofficial history books. Therefore, Shanglong was roughly equivalent to a large village chief. In terms of knowledge, he was very limited by the times.
——Maybe because the environment is so rustic and the girls around are all dark and skinny, the village chief fell in love with her at first sight!
But this contradicts the setting that even daily necessities are luxurious...
The garden was lying there, a mess, and I didn't know what was going on in my mind. It felt like a small stone stuck in my shoe when I was walking, which was very uncomfortable.
Miss Suzuki has had a very smooth life since she was a child, and she has no ability to withstand any negative emotions, especially the complication of amnesia accompanied by headaches.
Headache is an objective fact and cannot be ignored by being heartless.
Miss Suzuki, who was extremely proactive, jumped up and decided seriously that she must get to the bottom of this matter.
As for how to do it...
If I reappear yesterday and look at it again before we met five hundred years ago, I will naturally know everything.
Sonoko remembered it clearly: the only reason she was able to travel back from five hundred years ago was because Nanami Momozono took a lock of her hair as a token and conveyed a message to Urahara.
Based on this speculation, Miss Momozono Nanami probably has the means to repeatedly travel through time and space.
But at that time, Sonoko should have already lost her memory.
If you follow Miss Taoyuan's path, there is no chance of meeting Shanglong. But if you grasp the entry point of time travel, you can watch your past life that brought disaster to the country and the people, and learn how she stepped on three large battleships of the Vongola and miraculously did not capsize!
Sonoko: ...
Sonoko: Why do I want to watch it for some reason?
She shook her head violently, trying to correct her thoughts: If she wanted to relive yesterday, she had to move the time point of her journey forward.
It must have been at least five hundred years ago.
Thinking of this, Yuanzi immediately gave up making things difficult for herself. She fumbled around and took out the terminal that Yuzhuta had specially equipped for her from the bedside table. Anyone who didn't use the channel was a fool.
At the beginning, because the Golden King went to Takama-ga-hara, in order to express her position that she would not try to interfere with power, Sonoko connected the machine but never used it. Now she tried it, and the authority was as high as before.
In between studying the search system, she also took the time to sigh: retaining this authority means that she can use all the personal connections, resources and intelligence channels at will. Even if the Non-Time Academy really wants to gain something from her, this initial investment can be said to be very generous.
She swiped open the search bar and entered the keywords word by word.
How to travel through time and space
The first search result that popped up was Vongola.
——The affiliated Povino family has a ten-year rocket launcher that has been passed down from generation to generation. Anyone hit by it will be exchanged with their future self for 5 minutes.
Safe, efficient and stable.
Unfortunately, I can only wear it backwards and for only five minutes. PASS.
The second one talks about the gates that Soul Society manually sets up.
However, the focus of the gate is the "emptiness" in time and space, which is mainly to facilitate the travel of the gods of death from all sides to and from the spiritual and virtual worlds. The broken world is full of various distorted time cracks, but this thing is basically uncontrollable. Once you get in, where you go through depends on your luck. Although Yuanzi claims to have a maximum luck value, he has never had the habit of gambling with probability with his personal safety.
The folder attached to the third message was unusually large. When I opened it, I saw:
Bone-eating well.
This was a once popular urban (rural) legend, the origin of which can be traced back seven or eight hundred years ago.
It is said that in the past, people would occasionally throw corpses that they could not deal with into a dry well. This continued for more than a hundred years, but the bottom of the well was always clean.
Not only was the meat completely rotten, there wasn't even a bone left.
In the early years, people were ignorant and believed that the corpses were eaten by the well, so they called it the Bone-Eating Well.
The scientists at the Imperial Pillar Tower speculated that the bottom of the well was likely a complex space-time connection point, which would be opened under certain conditions, and the bodies thrown down would fall along the space-time tunnel to another point in time - so occasionally innocent people would fish out a pile of dry bones from the empty well.
The Bone-Eating Well was originally uncontrollable, but starting half a year ago, with the demonstration of some objective factors, its stability has been upgraded from level one to level three, and its availability has increased by nearly fifty percentage points.
A detailed argumentation process is also included at the end.
The protagonist is a girl named Higurashi Kagome.
Higurashi Kagome, the daughter of the Higurashi family and a student at Metasequoia Junior High School, is said to be in poor health and rarely goes to school.
Speaking of this, the problem arises.
Although Kagome Higurashi took leave every day, claiming that she was resting in bed, there was basically no one in her room.
It was said that she was weak and prone to illness, but the investigation results showed that the medical records of this sickly girl were all made up by her grandfather through connections to deceive people. The names of the diseases were all made up, and the only real thing in the entire article was the seal.
Furthermore, Kagome Higurashi took leave and stayed at home. Logically, there should be four people in the shrine, but according to observation, the amount of food purchased and the water and electricity expenses in their family are basically for three people.
So being sick is just an excuse.
——After Kagome Higurashi takes leave and goes home, she will immediately disappear from home!
As for where to disappear...
Higurashi Shrine is quite large. A drone that occasionally flew over there (pretends to be a drone) once captured her walking into the branch temple in the backyard of her own shrine. She would go in in the morning and might not come out in the evening.
According to the comparison between ancient and modern maps, the small branch palace must be surrounded by the famous Bone-Eating Well!
In addition, the little girl always carried a big bag when she went in, and her family members would gather at the door, as if they were seeing her off sincerely.
Everyone reasonably suspects that this child takes leave every day just to travel through time.
As for where to wear it...
The girl wore an exquisite glass bottle around her neck, with several pieces of colored glass inside. Although it looked very much like the message in a bottle necklace sold for a few hundred yen in a gift shop, the experienced experts, after an examination, discovered that the broken glass seemed to be fragments of the legendary Four Souls Jade.
There is no detailed record of this thing in human history, but it exists among monsters.
——This thing was once a "net celebrity" product. Many years ago, it was as popular as the "holy grail" that magicians dreamed of. It was like a universal wishing machine.
Because it had been broken once, the fragments were scattered everywhere, and those with a little luck even picked it up for free, so that even a monster would have heard a rumor or two about it.
The specific time when it was in fragmented state was about five hundred years ago.
Suzuki Sonoko thought about it and agreed that this was possible.
She clicked on the collection button on Jing's information page and planned to remember it.
Judging from Kagome Higurashi's experience, the time point of crossing the Bone-Eating Well is fixed at five hundred years ago - that is, the time when the Shikon Jade was shattered - but because of that time period, the Shikon Jade was broken, and any monster that picked up a fragment would have its demonic power greatly increased!
If the Warring States Period was a time of rampant chaos, then the period when the Four Souls Jade was shattered was the square of that chaos.
Simply put, dangerous.
Ms. Suzuki never seeks death. When jumping into a well, it is best to have a reliable person accompany her: Rokudo Mukuro is a second-hand Shikigami whose position is unclear and cannot be trusted, so I will pass him for now.
Since it seems that only one "self" can exist in the same time period, there may be problems when the past and the present meet. Five hundred years ago, Yato, as the god of misfortune, was still in good health and jumping around killing people. If the two Yato accidentally meet, who knows what unexpected situation will happen.
So he can't do it either.
So Ichigo should be able to do that...
wrong!
Sonoko was horrified. During that period of time, there was her in her previous life (the troublemaker of the Vongola), her who traveled through time last time (Shang Long's beloved wife), and now her in the present life - no matter where Yato jumps, she has to blow herself up first!
ah……
Miss Suzuki covered her hungry stomach and thought: How annoying.
She walked slowly down the corridor, feeling annoyed, thinking that she could ask Ye Dou about this question later.
The lights in the lounge were on, the door to the terrace was open, and the rustling sound of the curtains rustling in the evening breeze could be clearly heard from the garden.
"It's so quiet..."
Because Yato's spot in becoming a god was snatched away, he still has to spend a lot of energy slaying demons to establish his position as a war god. It's normal that he's not seen here, but recently Ichigo Kurosaki comes here to eat after school and does his homework.
Is there no one here today?
She turned the corner in confusion and happened to see the back of a person sitting on the sofa quietly playing with his phone.
Ximen Sojiro?
Sonoko: ...Wow, he hasn't left yet?
Ximen seemed to sense something, turned around, smiled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yuanzi touched her face and wanted to say that it was nothing, but before she could open her mouth, Ximen Jun leaned sideways on the sofa and started to make a joke as if unintentionally.
"When she saw me just now, Sonoko looked very disappointed."
His narrowed eyes were filled with tiny specks of light, all falling on the girl standing stupidly at the door. "Is there anyone in particular you're looking forward to meeting, Yuanzi?"
When Yuanzi asked him to look, he felt a chill on his back and quickly said no, no, he didn't dare.
"I was just a little surprised to see you still here, that's all."
Ximen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he reluctantly accepted this explanation. After a dark moment, his smile remained elegant as before, and he said, "You suddenly fainted. It's obvious that there's something wrong with your body. How could I just leave you alone?"
The ex-fiancé raised his pinky finger and waved it solemnly, imitating Yuanzi's gesture back then. "You said it yourself, even if the deal doesn't go through, the love is still there~"
Suzuki Sonoko was so handsome that he felt dizzy.
Then he frowned involuntarily.
——She has never been good at dealing with people who really like her. Once she can't return the same feelings, she will feel uneasy.
Because they are too self-centered by nature, their first reaction to anxiety is to avoid others. If they cannot avoid others, they may even get angry at the other person and think that the other person is annoying.
However, Ximen Sojiro's feelings were very vague, and he was unwilling to expose them. Sonoko couldn't come up and say to him, "There's no possibility for us, you should go back."
If Ximen really just has a cat syndrome, or if he just has some special feelings for her because of the affection they had when they were together, then this inexplicable rejection - doesn't it make her seem particularly narcissistic?
Speaking of which, Sonoko also really liked Ximen at the beginning. After all, to her at that time, Ximen Sojiro was the most handsome man in the world.
She picked a small sofa facing the balcony and sat down. In a state of mind that she herself did not quite understand, she carefully began to imitate Ximen Zongjilang's elegant and handsome features.
It still looks good now.
Miss Suzuki stared into his eyes and sighed almost imperceptibly: Blind dates also have a tolerance level. The more people you meet, the more important the process becomes.
The first time when you have no experience is actually the time when you are most likely to be distracted.
Although I am a heartless person, Yuanzi thought indifferently: But with the little bit left, I really used it on this person.
At that time, there was neither the superpowers of the Yuzhu Tower nor the Hollows and covetous demons all over the mountains. The focus of the second daughter of the Suzuki family's life was to fall in love with a beautiful boy with an excellent family background, handsome looks, and who was willing to coax her.
Unfortunately, time is not forgiving...
At this moment, looking at Ximen Sojiro's still handsome face, Suzuki Sonoko seemed to be able to see her own naive and greedy self in his bright dark eyes.
They just stared at each other, and she unexpectedly felt a sense of inexplicable warmth from this brief glance.
Simon noticed this subtle change almost instantly and was surprised to find that this change seemed to be moving in the direction he would like to see.
It turned out that it was not just my wishful thinking, Ximen Sojiro thought, just like he had not noticed that Suzuki Sonoko had changed her drink to tea for him before - during the initial period when he was trying hard to deal with the job and was half-hearted, Suzuki Sonoko, who was still deeply infatuated, had also spent a lot of time looking at him with such lovely eyes?
The more people experience, the harder it is to be moved. Fortunately, they can both be considered each other's "first".
Simon leaned forward involuntarily and gently pulled her wrist. Three years had left clear enough marks. At fourteen, she still had the outline of a child, but after seventeen, she was almost transforming into an adult.
He spread out his five fingers and held Yuanzi's hand to make a ten-finger-interlocking gesture: Fortunately, while she is changing, I am also changing.
——So now, I can still hold her hand completely in my palm.
——Just like three years ago.
He looked into Suzuki Sonoko's eyes almost with a sigh, and saw his own silent face in those clear dark green eyes.
I should kiss her.
I can kiss her.
The warm breath seemed to be soaked in the sweet aroma of milk and honey, softly pulling time and space from the evening lounge back to the pastry shop that specialized in strawberry tarts.
The closer he got to her, the blurrier the surrounding scenery became. When Ximen Sojiro was about to touch the tip of the girl's nose, he felt the anticipation and nervousness from the bottom of his heart for the first time in a long time.
His kissing skills were clearly well-practiced, but now they were crisp and clear, and his mind was completely blank - so much so that a playboy like him was about to receive a kiss that he had already decided to memorize every detail of - but he couldn't help but close his eyes with incredible innocence before he actually kissed her.
Hopefully my eyelashes aren't trembling.
Ximen Sojiro thought: If I tremble too much, I will be as embarrassed as the protagonist of a girls' comic.
Suzuki Sonoko's vision was filled with Ximen Sojiro's color.
Suzuki Sonoko felt inexplicably embarrassed because of Ximen Sojiro's approach.
Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but pursed her lips at a distance where she could almost feel the young man's body temperature.
——Then he took a sharp breath!
She was hit so hard that she almost couldn't feel her lungs. At a glance, all she could see was the figure behind Ximen, panting and climbing up to the balcony.
——Ichigo Kurosaki!
The moonlight was faint, and the evening breeze blew through the hall from the terrace. The heavy curtains were gathered in one corner.
Ichigo Kurosaki, wearing a black Shinigami suit, carried a shiny Zangetsu on his back and held a pitch-black dagger in his mouth. The bandages wrapped around his wrists were soaked in blood, and most of the corners of his clothes were torn. If you look closely, there seems to be a scar across his waist.
He used his hands and feet to climb onto the balcony, and after landing as lightly as a cat, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, holding the dagger in his mouth.
Then I was stunned
As soon as he loosened his mouth, the bloody dagger was about to fall to the ground with a clang!
Fortunately, the man was agile and caught it in his hand before it made any noise.
At this moment, Kurosaki Ichigo was like a murderer who had just carefully destroyed the body and was standing in the moonlight with two of his personal weapons in his hands.
He looked fierce to begin with, and standing against the light, his deep features made him look like a pervert.
Suzuki Sonoko suppressed her scream expressionlessly, and looked at the "pervert" in silence across Ximen's neat shoulders and neck lines.
Suzuki Sonoko: ...
Suzuki Sonoko: Hey, Kurone-chan, is this the dirty style you're painting in lately?
Kurosaki Ichigo: ...
Kurosaki Ichigo: Shouldn't you first explain who this guy is?!
Sonoko shuddered at the sharp gaze. Ximen Sojiro opened his eyes sharply, patted her back, and asked softly, "What's wrong?", while naturally wanting to turn his head to look at her.
"nothing!"
Sonoko exerted her strength quickly and decisively, then pulled him past, giving Ximen Sojiro a suffocating hug that seemed to tie him to death.
"Nothing, really."
In a hurry, her mind worked very fast, and her voice didn't even tremble. She remembered what Ximen said when he hugged her yesterday, and sighed: "I'm used to not seeing you for a long time. I always thought I didn't feel anything. Until I saw you, I realized that I actually missed you..."
Although what she said was not incoherent, she was very confused about the subject, predicate and object. She sighed and struggled to move her long and beautiful eyebrows.
Hide!
She twisted her eyes so hard that they were about to cramp: You can’t be seen like this, get out of the way!
Before Kurosaki Ichigoshin could even reply, he subconsciously turned around and rolled neatly behind the balcony door.
On the other side, Ximen, who was originally worried that the kiss would make him too excited to be embarrassed, was almost laughing at her silly words. He adjusted his position while holding Yuanzi, sighed, and said in surprise, "It's rare. Yuanzi actually misses my embrace too?"
Yuanzi thought to herself what was so rare, "I haven't even experienced the embrace of so many people!"
Simon then hugged her and smiled.
Suzuki Sonoko made him laugh so hard that his ears felt numb, his whole body was shaking, and his face turned red physiologically.
The young man's slender fingers slowly inserted into her hair. Suzuki Sonoko was almost made to stand on end by the lingering force. Her entire back was numb. She was trembling slightly, while she continued to wink at Kurosaki who had stuck his head out.
The clothes are showing!
Her eyes kept slanting to the lower left corner: The corner of the clothes! The blood-stained corner of the clothes!
Then, with an almost imperceptible rustling sound, the black cloth was quickly pulled into the shadow of the curtains.
Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief instantly.
No sooner said than done, there was a sudden burst of hot and moist air in her ears, and the sound of watery breath rushed straight into her cochlea. Suzuki Sonoko felt as if she was suddenly struck by lightning, and her ears went numb all the way to her waist. She retreated a long way in an instant and rolled out of Ximen's arms in a panic.
As he rolled, he covered his ears in shock: "Sojiro!?"
That wasn't a kiss at all...
Did this man lick her?!
Ximen was caught off guard and nearly knocked over by her, but surprisingly he wasn't angry. He had already been feeling a surge of anger because of her "missing" him, but this reaction now was really...
The young man, his entire body filled with the fragrance of tea, shook his head and laughed, "...The rumors are indeed false."
What kind of methods are high-level and experienced? What kind of experienced people are going crazy for the love of ordinary people? "Judging from Yuanzi's current immature reaction, she has no experience at all."
At the end, that gratified smile almost overflowed from his face, Ximen Sojiro leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner. Although his movements were lazy, his hormones were rising, and his whole body showed a rare aggressiveness.
Yuanzi thought to herself, you are the one who has no experience, I have kissed three men (gods)!
But there is no reference at all...
She covered her red ears and thought bitterly: The feeling is completely different, they are much more reserved than you!
——Yuanzi didn’t know why this was happening. Maybe it was because of the difference in aura. This gentle lick was actually more stimulating than a French kiss.
……wrong!
Miss Suzuki realized it belatedly and raised her hand to cover her chest. Her heartbeat was accelerating and her blood was boiling: Was she just enjoying herself as a girl, or was she having a physiological reaction to her orthodox carnivorous diet?
Can she... have a physiological reaction?
This was a good thing. Sonoko stared at Ximen Sojiro with her eyes sparkling, a hazy pink color appeared on her fair cheeks, and some soft ear flesh was exposed between her fingers covering her ears, which was so red that it seemed like blood would drip out in the next second.
She thought excitedly: If she can have a physiological reaction, then before figuring out the issue of "reproductive isolation", at least her physiological functions have been confirmed, so there is no big problem!
Yuanzi quietly looked up and glanced at Ximen Sojiro.
She pursed her lips and thought seriously: Should I kiss him again to verify it?
This look is really not suitable for being seen by others.
It is especially not suitable to be seen by the opposite sex - Ximen looked down at her as she curled up on the ground in a daze. The more she was dazed, the brighter her eyes became, flashing with light like water. Her face was red and her feet were curled up. Her thumbs were tightly pinching the front of her clothes. Under that hazy and coquettish look, there was actually an inexplicable eagerness to try.
This expression is completely tempting men to let go of their minds and fantasize about what she is "looking forward to".
"How could you possibly be bullied like this..."
Sonoko didn't hear what she was saying at all. From this angle, she could see directly the cabinet by the balcony. Ichigo Kurosaki, who was hiding behind it, might have changed his posture after getting tired of squatting, and he looked a bit taller than before.
Although the figure was still covered tightly, the bandaged handle of Zangetsu's sword was just right to stand out from behind the cover.
There is such a big bloody handprint on the hilt!
If Ximen's eyes were not fixed on her wholeheartedly, Yuanzi would have let out a hiss on the spot!
"so……"
Ximen leaned forward, as if trying to pull Yuanzi up, and covered her hand with his, sighing, "The rumors are indeed false."
"well?"
Yuanzi was very busy over there. She had to turn around to look at the upright Zhan Yue, and then listen to what Ximen said. She also had to find time to calculate the angle and how far Ximen had to lean forward to see Zhan Yue and the bloody handprint on Zhan Yue!
She responded with a reflexive "Oh" and without further ado, she jumped up from the ground and threw herself into Ximen Sojiro's arms, pushing him back onto the sofa.
very good.
Miss Suzuki wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with pride: It's safe now!
Ximen held her waist, and under Yuanzi's half-hearted gaze, he bent down and kissed her fingers that rested on his shoulder, and continued the previous topic: "Yuanzi didn't make such a fuss just to marry a commoner?"
Sonoko tried to strike a more natural posture with her neck tilted to block the left half of Ximen Sojiro's view, and she didn't even care about her blushing or her heartbeat.
In this posture where the woman is taller than the man, tilting the head is almost equivalent to lowering the head.
Sitting in someone's arms and lowering your head is almost the same as asking for a kiss.
Simon then kissed her eyes naturally and asked with a smile: "Why do you look at me like that?"
Sonoko thought to herself, oh no, am I trying too hard to squint at Kurone-chan?
Before she was completely shocked, the warm touch moved to her lips. The handsome young man pecked her twice and asked, "What's the answer?"
——What’s the answer?
"Oh~"
She belatedly realized, "It's true that I want to marry a commoner." Strictly speaking, Emiya Kiritsugu wasn't a commoner either. "There's no such thing as a life or death situation."
Hearing this, Ximen Sojiro paused, as if he wanted to create some distance so that they could communicate face to face. However, when Sonoko turned around and saw Kurosaki Ichigo squatting behind the cabinet with his orange-red head already exposed, she immediately took Ximen's head into her arms!
Ximen Sojiro was caught off guard and touched something soft. He sniffed it subconsciously and then his whole body froze.
"...What happened?"
"Nothing."
Sonoko raised her hand to press down on the back of his head, and with a ferocious look on her face, she almost roared at Kurosaki like a lion: Why did you suddenly give up struggling?!
Simon's youthfulness is only shown to a specific person, but even when facing this specific person, his youthfulness will not last long.
At this time, he had already adapted to his fiancée's sudden attack. He moved his neck naturally in her arms, and his lips seemed to accidentally brush against the exposed skin under Yuanzi's collarbone.
He sighed against the girl's skin and asked, "Are you trying to avoid the problem?"
He felt the girl's hand lightly resting on the back of his head. Her movements were neither too light nor too heavy and very itchy, but her posture was so overbearing, as if she wanted to hold him in her arms.
While enjoying it, I also took the time to feel a little disgusted.
"I remember... you didn't seem to have this habit of acting like a spoiled child before?"
Sonoko answered the question with two minds, not paying much attention to her tone, and said, "I'm not avoiding the question. There's no problem here at all, okay?"
"I just want to marry someone who specializes in work. It's not worth it for me to die for him."
"You've been in our house for so long, do my parents seem to force me to do anything?!"
"Yeah, yeah," Ximen apologized with a hidden smile, "It's my fault. Sonoko probably doesn't fall in love that easily."
"That's right."
Yuanzi looked at the orange-yellow hair that rose and fell behind the sofa, and said frankly without any care: "Even if I have to worry, I worry about having children..."
Simon: “Hmm?”
Yuanzi let out a natural "tsk" sound and said in disgust, "What are you talking about? You're acting like you don't need to carry on the family line. Do you know how much pressure I'm under!?"
——As a person with frigidity (currently questionable), she still forces herself to have a baby. She is really in a difficult situation!
"Frigidity?"
Ximen's smile passed through his trembling chest to Yuanzi who was in his arms: "Are you sure?"
Yuanzi thought that she was not really sure, but before she could say anything, the person holding her shook on the spot. Yuanzi subconsciously pinched the fabric on his shoulders, and when she turned around, she was captivated by his lips that smelled of the familiar tea.
This is the third man with a tea smell...
But when the tip of her tongue touched his lips, Yuanzi vaguely felt a scent of alcohol rising between her lips and teeth. The tongue licking her upper jaw was soft and flexible, and the force of pursing the corners of her mouth almost made her feel itchy from her lower jaw all the way to her heart.
Is it really the difference in technology?
She recalled that Emiya Kiritsugu's skills seemed pretty good: or is it the mentality and emotions that are the key?
A kiss of love—
No, she took a deep breath in her confusion, and her ears were almost deafened by the sticky sound of water.
——It’s more like embracing desire than love.
She half-opened her eyes in a daze. Simon in front of her had a relaxed smile on his face. His elegance was accompanied by a spirited aggression. He asked her coaxingly, "How do you feel?"
Even though her mind was a mess, Sonoko managed to manage some academic thinking and said, "The point is, I can't tell whether this feeling is a girlish one or a physiological reaction."
The former is psychological stimulation of physiology, false sexual excitement.
The latter is a physiological triggering of psychology, proving that she is not infertile.
Simon, amused by her for the umpteenth time today, said, "For things like this, you'll only know after a real fight. If you ask fifty people on the street, all fifty will say the same thing."
Suzuki Sonoko had just come back to her senses at this moment, still seeing a double image when looking at people, and she muttered inwardly half a beat slowly: Don't think I can't hear that you are fooling me...
She is quite proud.
Just as he opened his eyes in a daze, Ichigo Kurosaki suddenly appeared in front of him, standing upright with a big sword in his hand!
He stood almost right behind Ximen Sojiro, and could successfully expose himself by leaning forward slightly.
Although his mind was a mess, Sonoko still followed his instinctive vigilance and subconsciously pulled Ximen into his arms again, preventing the back of his head from touching the dagger on Ichigo's waist.
Because of this action, Ximen Soujiro's hand, which had been inside her shirt for some time, suddenly stopped where it was, and the force of his touch on the girl's skin at her lower back suddenly increased by three points!
Yuanzi felt like a cat with the back of its neck pinched, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She tilted her head back and pitifully endured the numbness and itching on her waist. She was heartbroken and lip-synced to the ungrateful Hei Yinjiang.
——Why don’t you hide?
You really look like a murderer right now, you know that?
Especially that blood all over his body, ordinary people would call the police in seconds if they saw it, right?
His last name is Ximen, and his family has been involved in political struggles. Hey, I was able to make Rukia Kuchiki into that state unintentionally. If you let him see this, he will be in trouble in a moment!
Ichigo Kurosaki sneered, then raised her chin expressionlessly and slowly.
"You ask him to turn back."
Kurosaki-kun, whose expression was calm and he didn't look like a furious teenager at all, sneered and bent down, lightly touching the top of Master Ximen's head, and looked directly into Yuanzi's tearful eyes.
He raised his hand and for the first time really pinched Yuanzi's face hard, pinching her cheek flesh until it was deformed.
"Try to get him to look back at me."
——Damn, you were so frightened that you forgot: I am the god of death now. If he turns around and can see even a little shadow, I will lose!
The author has something to say: Shanglong will have to wait for at least another 40,000 words before it can be put online... For me, it will probably take four or five chapters.
The hypothesis about the past and present lives of the Vongola comes from Chapter 70, which is the speculation of the great devil Reborn, based on the relics of the previous generation. Only Sonoko simply listened to the story and thought that their family had clear memoirs, so she believed that she had a past life.
Finally, as usual, I would like to ask for a message. There may be another chapter in the evening. If it is not 10,000 words long, it will be a short one of 3,000 words.
Good morning everyone!
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