Chapter 127: The Rape of Women in Progress
Although there were some setbacks, the troubled dinner plan was finally continued.
The main reason was that Suzuki Sonoko was reluctant to give up the only living person she could see.
For this reason, after verbally threatening the other party (although she did not think that her advice to him to eat more fruit and go to bed early could be considered as intimidation), she had to sincerely apologize as the other party demanded, and signed a series of humiliating peace treaties, and was even pinched on the face by the young master.
The specific behavior imitated the action of touching her face that day, and the emphasis was on tit-for-tat.
——But his hands are quite strong. Suzuki Sonoko puffed up her cheeks for a long time in my memory. When it comes to face pinching, Urahara is still worthy of being called a senior by Kurosaki Ichigo.
It's another beautiful spring day, and it's time to sit down and eat together.
After Urahara Kisuke officially became the chief officer and took over the Maggot's Nest, he prepared to organize a Technology Development Bureau with the approval of the Central 46th Office, and he was exhausted all day long and his words were incoherent.
Forget about eating more fruits and getting more sleep. His dark circles look like tattoos, and with his light blond hair, he looks like an immortal. It seems... he really has kidney deficiency.
The ethereal Urahara picked up his chopsticks and stuffed the meat into his mouth. Before Sonoko, who was holding the bowl, could say anything, he decisively refused: "I don't raise pigs."
Yuanzi then lowered his head to eat dejectedly, and three minutes later, he looked up for the second time.
The golden retriever continued to dig for rice without looking around.
"I don't like seafood either."
Sonoko held her breath and sat back, continuing to eat. She picked up three grains of rice and dropped two back. Urahara Kisuke quickly filled her stomach. When she looked up, she saw that she was still picking vegetables, so she stretched on the spot, turned around and started to pick up the spinach with chopsticks, helping her pick out all the stems.
After she finished her selection, before she had even taken two bites, Urahara Kisuke sighed at the spinach plate and finally gave up struggling: "As long as you don't mention pig farming and fish farming, you can bring up other topics."
Yuanzi thought to herself, when I look up, I can only see the (very large) sky in all directions, and you are the only living person I can communicate with. Do you know how poor my entertainment life is? Why do you ask me to start a topic?
"I'm almost going crazy!"
She sighed with deep sorrow.
Urahara Kisuke was unwilling to believe that she was "stupid" no matter what, but being looked at so pitifully, he couldn't help himself in the end.
He sighed, took out a brand new square gadget from his pocket, handed it to her and shook it: "Let me give you this to play with for a while."
Suzuki Sonoko immediately exclaimed "Wow" at that time.
——This thing is just a flip phone!
The main function of this instrument is to detect the location of dead souls and voids by detecting spiritual energy, so that the death gods stationed in the present world can complete their work in the base more effectively. It also has map and communication functions, and there is a warning light on the side that will make biubiubiu noises.
After Sonoko took it, she rummaged through it for a long time, looking at her friends in amazement. She thought to herself, "How wronged I am!" She had always thought that most of the mechanical products in Soul Society were copied after adapting to modern society. It turns out that this communicator was produced much earlier than the mobile phone...
Yuanzi opened the so-called spiritual positioning interface, thinking that this might be a supernatural version of radar: Sure enough, after searching for a few seconds, two photoelectric lights, one bright and one dark, were clearly displayed on it.
There was an entire mountain with a radius of three hundred miles, and she was the only one imprisoned there!
"But the color that represents me is so dark...are you broken?"
"Yeah?"
Urahara Kisuke stretched out his hand and beckoned: "Let me see."
Yuanzi squatted beside him holding the communicator, and with the blind worship of scientific research geniuses by mortals, she looked at a five-hundred-year-old death god squatting on a stone to repair a mobile phone with shining eyes.
It’s quite close to other people’s homes.
She actually couldn't understand what the master was doing. She just felt that those fingers were moving faster and faster, and after a few seconds, they left afterimages. She stretched her head to the hands, but she couldn't see clearly.
Just as I was watching with great interest, my fingers suddenly stopped.
Miss Suzuki, who was very excited, turned her head with sparkling eyes and urged: "Why don't you continue?"
Kisuke Urahara stared at her eyes expressionlessly, ignoring the machine in his hand. He looked at the confused Sonoko for a long time, then suddenly turned his head and moved closer to her.
Yuanzi blinked blankly.
Urahara-sama clicked his tongue and moved a little closer.
Sonoko continued to blink, but still showed no intention of avoiding.
The staring game lasted for about five minutes. Just when Sonoko couldn't stand the dryness anymore and was about to give up, Urahara Kisuke took the lead and pushed away.
The master sighed as if exhausted, and said, "Do you think that everyone in the world is a good person? Don't you feel the need to hide when a man gets this close to you?"
"I taught you about the opposite sex before, did you listen?"
Yuanzi thought to herself, I'm not stupid, I don't care because I knew from the beginning that you are a good person!
Urahara Kisuke was about to lecture her, but the thought got choked back at her when he saw her expression. Then, he remembered her indifferent attitude when she heard about the research projects that he had launched after establishing the Technology Development Bureau, which were considered to be beyond the boundaries (mainly because Sonoko had already known about these things and there was nothing new about them, and several of them were the types she had coveted for a long time).
He thought for a moment and sighed, "I've noticed that you find everything normal."
Yuanzi was confused: "What?"
Urahara Kisuke raised his hand and pulled at her long hair, correcting her: "I'm not saying that what I did was right, but that you never realized that your own views were not normal at all."
Yuanzi nodded and said, "I know."
"Have you forgotten the lines I said just a few lines ago—I'm almost locked up like crazy?"
He has a look on his face that says, "If you dare to say yes, I will talk back."
Urahara Kisuke raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm considering whether I should change your living environment to have some positive influence on your sense of right and wrong."
Yuanzi immediately shut up.
Her eyes widened in surprise. She raised her hand and tugged at the great god's sleeve, whispering, "You mean... to rescue me?"
Urahara Kisuke tilted his head and chuckled: "We'll talk about this later."
——He had been researching the miniaturization of the gate to the world before, and had illegally set up several illegal channels. Except for the one he used to travel between Soul Society and the sacred mountain where she was imprisoned, the stability of the others was still lacking.
But that one doesn't work.
——After all, he couldn’t openly bring the goddess imprisoned in Takama-ga-hara to Soul Society, right?
Seeing that the invisible ears in her hair had drooped down most of the way, Urahara Kisuke finally said one more word of comfort: "Wait a little longer, I'll tell you when I've finished the research."
Yuanzi was extremely excited for the whole day that followed. If she had not been confronted with the witch aunt's dark face with wrinkles on her face as she walked in that night, she would have woken up laughing!
Yuanzi put away his smile and thought to himself, you guys finally came to see me...
wrong.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't tell. Could it be that she had colluded with outsiders to escape and the guards had discovered something?
His expression can be said to be very guilty.
On the other side, the way the witch aunt looked at her was exactly as if she was looking at a very troublesome child who could not be beaten or scolded.
"So you already know your mistake?"
Suzuki Sonoko nodded dejectedly.
The miko sighed again and pressed the issue, "Since you're in trouble, why don't you report it directly to Izumo through the shrine?"
Yuanzi thought to herself, "I'm the one who got me locked up because of you. I'm going to appeal to the Supreme Court..."
Am I tired of looking for trouble?
On the other side, the great shrine maiden, as the messenger of Amaterasu Omikami on earth, does not need to bow her head when facing the little unknown people in the world of gods. When she meets such a young high-ranking god with a strange personality, she can also argue with him.
But this time, no matter how you look at it, it's like, "You've been wronged."
Yes, I've been locked up by you guys and I'm so stupid, how can I not——
--wrong.
Yuanzi leaned forward tentatively: "Have I...been wronged in some way?"
Seeing her silly look, the witch aunt sighed with pity, her expression full of tenderness, and she leaned over and took out a box of snacks from the package.
Red bean cake.
Mung bean cake.
Honey red bean paste hundred flower cake.
There isn’t a single ingredient labeled as a brain-boosting ingredient!
It's all junk sugar!
What day is it, why is he suddenly so nice to her...
After the witch aunt finished coaxing the child, she began to announce the bad news.
The cause of the incident was the unusual news that recently came from the Northeast.
——The red-haired demon king, born from the sacred tree of thunder-struck clouds, suddenly challenged the gods with great fanfare. Because the gods had recently gathered in the east (to attend Sonoko's wedding), the news was a little blocked for a while. By the time Takama-ga-hara received the clear battle report, the lone goddess who lived in the central part had already been defeated several times in a row!
The gods of Takama-ga-hara were in great chaos and held a divine meeting.
[Specially targeting female gods of fortune who aren't good at fighting... What's wrong with this evil ghost? ]
[He wants fame, so challenging the God of War is the right thing to do]
"But no matter what's wrong with his brain, the fact that he dared to show up proves that the plan we set up earlier to show off our military power is indeed necessary!"
[But the wedding ceremony can't be held three years later? I heard that the foreign priests have all returned to their parents' home...]
Since then, the topic has shifted to the ethical drama centered on the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Although the meeting was not reliable, they were slapped in the face. After careful consideration, they still sent several martial gods with outstanding military achievements to suppress the situation.
Unfortunately, the gods who were gathered at this time waiting for the wedding banquet had not read the supernatural files that were bound into a book five hundred years later, so they did not know that this red magic ghost, whose current reputation was only at the "difficult" stage, was actually one of the few big monsters that could be considered to be able to illuminate a region in the post-Warring States era when monsters were gradually withdrawing from the mainstream.
So he returned empty-handed three times.
Everyone starts taunting each other when they meet, and once they start taunting, their tempers explode, and when they explode, they start fighting right away. Then the war gods are defeated, and the evil king Luo's sneer is as sharp as a sword.
After several difficult exchanges, some useful news finally came back from the front line, which had been suffering continuous defeats.
——All the actions of the evil spirit had a purpose. Although he did not hesitate to challenge the majesty of the Izumo gods, the main target of this series of actions was actually a female | the god of fortune.
A female with chopped brown hair | Goddess of Fortune.
As soon as the witch aunt finished speaking, Suzuki Sonoko, who was sitting opposite her, dropped her teacup with a bang.
Auntie: "Are you really talking about you?"
Suzuki Sonoko felt hopeless: "Yeah"
Auntie sighed again, "When this happened, I felt it was very strange. Thinking about the information reported by the Makura family earlier, it turned out that you had indeed crossed paths with the Ero King back then."
Sonoko thought to herself, that's not what I want to do. She worked diligently to travel back to five hundred years ago. Not to mention the romantic statement that the ultimate goal is to [find the lover who was forgotten due to amnesia], her behavior of building a building in Maple Village clearly shows that her short-term goal is to travel and sightsee in a relaxed and free manner!
But what about now?
——She has saved the world twice!
But there is nothing to complain about. Even if she had to choose again, she would still jump out to resist the hatred of the evil king and save Ma Cang Ye Xian.
Rather than investigating the cause, Sonoko recalled the series of outstanding achievements of King Eluo recorded in later archives, and her hair stood on end, she broke out in a cold sweat, and she shivered visibly.
The shrine maiden touched her hand with pity and comforted her, "It's not safe here. The mountain range is too vast. Even with the shrine's personnel, they probably can't stop the evil spirit. Besides, the shrine itself has other sacrificial purposes..."
"I've said before, everyone in Izumo is your elder. No matter what, they'll always be thinking of you. So I want to ask you... if you're willing to move somewhere else."
"I do!"
“…I haven’t said where we’re going yet.”
"You said you cared about me, so the place you arranged must be very safe!"
Witch: "..."
Witch: Your thinking logic in this regard seems quite clear, right?
Yuanzi felt embarrassed by her gaze, so he sighed and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go to Bishamonten's shrine."
"Wait," Sonoko raised her hand and asked, "This...sister, isn't she injured?"
Are you sure she can withstand the evil King Luo?
The miko auntie pressed down her hand and explained with a smile: "Bishamonten's shrine is among the gods. Even if she is injured, as long as the evil spirit fails to defeat Izumo, you will be absolutely safe."
Moreover, "It is better to rely on yourself than on others. Although your natural attributes doom you to not make much progress in fighting, at this critical moment, in order to prevent any problems, you should also do some training in advance."
——Even if you can't learn to be a fighter, if you can train your legs faster, you can run a few more steps when someone catches up with you, buying more time for God to rescue you!
Suzuki Sonoko nodded repeatedly.
The witch aunt then turned around and went to pack her things.
"That's right."
Before leaving, the Great Miko heard the goddess's whispered question from behind her, "Can I say goodbye to Urahara... the stranger I met by chance in the mountains?"
The witch first scolded him: Where did you meet this passerby?
After she racked her brains and made up a lie (after all, Urahara-sama entered the mountain through illegal research), the miko aunt listened to her patiently.
Then he rejected her without hesitation.
"Outside the door is the queue of carriages waiting for your transfer. They came with me. That evil ghost is extremely bold and resourceful. If we delay for a moment, the news might leak out. Although this journey may not be a thousand miles, it is still some distance. He is a ghost by birth. If he is blocked halfway—"
"Okay, you don't have to say anything."
Yuanzi raised her hands in surrender: "I'm leaving now!"
A quarter of an hour later, Suzuki Sonoko, wrapped in a thick Chinese and Western robe, sat in a tall, sealed sedan. Although the windows were closed on all sides and she knew she was being escorted by a long line of Onmyoji practitioners, she couldn't help but feel her safety was threatened the whole time the sedan didn't stop.
After all, the most dangerous part is the transfer process. Famous works of art have been lost when they were transferred from one museum to another!
——The above experience mainly comes from Miss Suzuki’s uncle.
As a result, the crow's mouth came true.
Even though Yuanzi set all her goals secretly in her heart, Murphy's Law still came to her.
Everything is bright under the sunlight, and the convoy, surrounded by clouds, slowly passes through the gap between this shore and the other shore.
As the wheels passed by, a bunch of light yellow leaves on the roadside shook their abruptly curled branches.
When the carriage passed by, the trailing Shikigami also disappeared. The leaf instantly stretched three times in length, twisted and climbed up the treetop, and turned into a patterned green snake.
The green snake stuck out its tongue, collecting the scent left by the caravan, then tapped the branches with its tail and disappeared into another crack like a flying ear.
King Eluo received the accurate news three quarters of an hour later.
The little snake coiled on the huge stone pillar, its tongue trembling violently for a while, and the breath it exhaled turned into a few strands of hair, floating lightly into a ball in the air.
The evil king sat at the top with his arm supporting his forehead. With an expressionless face, he moved his thumb slightly, and a blood-red evil spirit turned into a vortex, which hit the ball with a bang.
As the silent red flame burned, the ball became smaller and smaller, and the colored threads and hair of varying lengths turned into ashes one after another. In the end, only a light brown semi-long hair was left. Under the flickering flame, it seemed to be faintly glowing with a layer of golden light.
King Eluo waved his hand, and the hair was softly tied into a knot in mid-air, wrapped around his fingers like a snake ribbon, and where the hair ended, a bunch of golden brown long hair wrapped in a red ribbon as an ornament also lit up.
On the spacious throne at the top, the red-haired evil spirit had a gloomy expression, and finally, at the junction of shadow and firelight, he revealed a smile that was extremely bloody.
“How many people are on the road?”
“Are there a few people that matter?”
A cold but elegant male voice was filled with impatience. A white-haired fox demon walked over, holding a paper fan, raised an eyebrow and said, "You've made up your mind. Does it matter how many people try to stop you?"
——Aren’t you just planning to rob someone on the way? Do you also want to hold a swearing-in ceremony?
The Evil King Luo showed no sign of being angry. His sharp canine teeth pressed against his lower lip as he smiled and said, "So, you're not going to go?"
"Aren't we brothers?"
"I didn't say it wasn't true," Bawei found a chair and sat down. He lifted the teapot beside him and looked at it critically. "It's because I still consider you a brother. I have to help you in the southeast to block Bishamonten who heard the news and came to rescue you. Although this woman is seriously injured, she is just missing a few artifacts. She should have recovered after so long."
"Thank you so much," the Evil King asked, "Are you really not going to go with me to the first scene? If we catch the goddess, I can let you play with her for two days."
"unnecessary."
Bawei lowered his eyes and glanced at his arm: that bunch of hair would flash a halo from time to time in the mountain filled with evil spirit. Because it was properly decorated, if the ignorant men and women in the mountains saw it, they would probably mistake it for a treasure.
In fact, it is indeed a treasure.
But what if it glowed? He was half-conscious at the time and could only see the lower half of her long braid—there might even be a few strands of chicken's golden hair mixed in the braid, making the brown look much duller in contrast...
Thinking of this, he suddenly came back to his senses and realized that in this picture, except for the brown hair, which he did remember, the rest of the long braids, the golden fluff, and all the details that were darker in contrast were actually beautified by him unconsciously over the past few decades.
He had never seen what she looked like, let alone know whether she liked to wear braids.
But even so…
"If you want to go, just go by yourself."
The fox demon folded up his folding fan with a snap and whispered, "I have a mysophobia about brown hair."
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