Chapter 119 Chapter 119 "Xiao Qi is obviously my property. ...
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The important you...
This "important" probably refers to important and available personnel?
Li Xiaoqi was secretly complaining in his heart, but he still had a polite smile on his face.
"Mr. Kokushibo seems to have seen someone suspicious and went to investigate. He's really conscientious."
"I hope Mr. Muzan won't blame Mr. Kokushibo."
Muzan Kibutsuji smiled, and his curved eyebrows could be described as gentle and polite.
"I see. Since there's a reason for it, I won't blame you."
"Ding Dong!"
Administrator June suddenly spoke.
"CG created—'Whose heart is pounding beneath the lush green tree?' Purchase time: 10 minutes."
A CG photo popped up in the void, showing the scene where Kokushibo was holding Li Xiaoqi's shoulders, with a hint of tenderness between his brows, and he slowly leaned down.
Li Xiaoqi's expression froze, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
No, this...
When Muzan Kibutsuji saw Li Xiaoqi suddenly lose his concentration, a look of dissatisfaction flashed across his face.
He put his hand on Li Xiaoqi's shoulder and forced her to turn around.
Li Xiaoqi blinked slowly, turned around with his force, but his eyes were blindfolded the next second.
There was a slight breathing sound in my ear, followed by a deliberately lowered voice.
Like a magnet attracting a magnet, the deep voice made her feel itchy.
"Ms. Nana, you don't know the scenery here yet, do you?"
Muzan Kibutsuji covered her eyes with his right hand, bent down and spoke in Li Xiaoqi's ear.
"Mr. Muzan...?"
Li Xiaoqi nervously grasped his sleeves. He didn't dare to get any amorous feelings when he heard the teasing voice. Instead, he was afraid that Muzan Kibutsuji would turn around and kill him.
There was some trembling in her words. Her tone was normal, but it sounded soft and sweet to Muzan Kibutsuji, like she was acting coquettishly.
This made Muzan Kibutsuji feel that the fish had taken the bait and the net he had cast was useful.
Muzan Kibutsuji let go of his hand, allowing Li Xiaoqi to see the light again.
The evening breeze was mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees and the smell of incense from the shrine. Li Xiaoqi opened his eyes wide, and what appeared before his eyes were the lights like the Milky Way and the night view of the city at the foot of the mountain.
"This is a shrine outside Asakusa, Tokyo. It was built two hundred years ago. Originally, it wasn't very popular. But fifty years ago, a priest with magical powers appeared. He could use divination to help people solve their problems. Since then, the shrine has become very popular. People come here to visit, and many dignitaries have donated money to build it..."
Muzan Kibutsuji began to introduce himself, and as his voice grew, Li Xiaoqi began to look around.
The night view of Asakusa in Tokyo at the foot of the mountain is like a prosperous starry sky, and the city lights are concentrated like the shining stars.
The shrine is built on a flat ground carved out halfway up the mountain. The path is made up of stone steps leading up to it. Every few steps there is a red torii gate and two stone fox statues.
On both sides of the approach to the temple, long wooden frames are erected on the fence at the edge of the flat ground, and traditional white Japanese lanterns are hung on the frames.
In addition, there are slips of paper with wishes written on them tied to the wooden frame, and the folded slips of paper are sprinkled with gold powder. They are probably the paper unique to the shrine.
These lanterns go down the stone steps until they merge into the city at the foot of the mountain.
Now, they stood in front of the wooden frame of the fence.
Li Xiaoqi's mind moved, and he said, "Mr. Wuzan, is there anything else to do next?"
Muzan Kibutsuji paused, shook his head, and said softly, "No."
On the wooden stand behind him, a row of lanterns passed by, swaying in the evening breeze.
The crowd around was flowing like a stream, and many children ran by laughing and holding exorcism masks.
The curly black hair was blown up, and the plum-red eyes seemed to be shining with flowing luster under the light, which gave her an extreme beauty in such a scene.
He looked into Li Xiaoqi's eyes. Under the festival lights, his gaze no longer had a probing look, but instead contained an ambiguous and seductive one.
Li Xiaoqi smiled brightly and extended an invitation to Muzan Kibutsuji, "Mr. Muzan, the night view is so beautiful. May I have the honor of inviting you to join me for a tour?"
Muzan Kibutsuji widened the smile on his lips, pulled Li Xiaoqi's wrist without any sense of restraint, and walked towards the stall.
"Of course, I'll accompany Miss Nana to explore the festival."
"Congratulations, host! You've successfully invited Muzan Kibutsuji to the festival!"
"Tick-tick! Muzan Kibutsuji's favorability increased by 5 points."
"Ding Dong! CG generated—'Dangerous Invitation'. Purchase time: 10 minutes."
Li Xiaoqi looked at the CG image of Muzan Kibutsuji standing in front of rows of lanterns in a black kimono, with most of his chest exposed and his clothes disheveled. He cast a gentle yet teasing look at him like a peacock spreading its tail tail, and fell into silence.
At this moment, she recalled how the magical girl Muzan gradually broke down. Compared with the Muzan disguised as a gentleman, there was really no filter to add. Not laughing on the spot was her greatest respect for Muzan Kibutsuji.
Li Xiaoqi silently shifted his gaze, not letting his attention focus on Muzan Kibutsuji.
She began to think about her next plan. There was still information that had not been sent out, and she didn't know why Dazai Osamu and Rengoku Kyojuro came here.
It couldn't be that Dazai Osamu knew that Kokushibo and she were coming to this shrine, so he deliberately sent the Demon Slayer Corps to die, right?
She rejected this absurd idea the moment it occurred to her.
Muzan Kibutsuji walked half a step ahead and gentlemanly blocked the crowd coming from the front for Li Xiaoqi.
Li Xiaoqi quietly called out the map that he hadn't looked at for a long time, and made an unexpected discovery after taking a look at it.
Nearby, there's an anchor waiting to be unlocked.
The blue anchor icon was particularly conspicuous on the dark map, and Li Xiaoqi now understood Dazai Osamu's intention.
He is here to unlock this anchor point, while Rengoku Kyojuro's companions may have other missions for the Demon Slayer Corps.
Are there other ghosts nearby?
Now Muzan Kibutsuji and Kokushibo are both at this festival, and the situation is not good.
Only then did she spare some time to look at the comments on the live broadcast interface. Sure enough, besides discussing the content of the CG, everyone was curious about what Dazai Osamu was doing.
[System, system, why is Zai’s live broadcast turned off?]
【I want to see what Zai is doing】
[Hahahahahaha these two CGs are really... I can't handle them]
[However, as a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder who collects all CGs, I still bought it.]
I bought Muzan's CG purely to compare it with the CG of Magical Girl Muzan (dog head)
[Wow, the previous part is so toxic hahahahaha, although I thought so too]
[Wuzan: The peacock is spreading its feathers, please do not disturb]
[Muzan, hahahaha, you sold your body for the blue spider lily]
[Isn't it true? Maybe Miss Li also sold herself like this before.]
[Thanks to Xiao Qi and the system, I can actually see Muzan with a gentle personality for the first time in my life]
[Brother, you're broken... Forget it, I've been tricked by Xiaoqi.]
[Maybe this is the punishment for abandoning his wife and children. Things have changed, haven't they? Everyone has to taste the bitterness of love, hahaha!]
[I would like to praise Brother San here, he is the most dio in pure love]
[Qiqi just checked the map I haven't seen in a while, and there's an anchor point nearby]
[That guy must have gone to the anchor point]
"Bang!"
Li Xiaoqi, who was watching the barrage, suddenly bumped into Muzan Kibutsuji in front of him, his body leaned back and he couldn't help but take a step back.
She felt pain at the tip of her nose, touched it, and came back to her senses.
A low laugh was heard, and Li Xiaoqi raised his head and saw that Onibutsuji Muzan had a smile on his lips and a helpless look on his face.
"Ms. Nana really likes to daydream."
Muzan Kibutsuji stretched out his hand and tapped Li Xiaoqi on the head with his fingers.
Light and shadow intertwine, and the curved eyebrows contain a hint of subtle pampering.
The noise of the crowd reached his ears, and Li Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.
"Mr. Muzan, stop teasing me."
She lowered her head and smiled sheepishly.
"Are you engrossed in looking at that hairpin?"
Muzan Kibutsuji looked at the stall opposite, where all kinds of jewelry were gleaming in the light.
He fixed his eyes on a lily hairpin shaped like a ginkgo leaf, mistakenly thinking that Li Xiaoqi had been staring at it.
Li Xiaoqi didn't know which hairpin he was talking about, so he could only nod in agreement.
"It's very beautiful. I was mesmerized by it without realizing it."
Muzan Kibutsuji nodded gently and praised, "As expected of Miss Nana, you have outstanding taste. That jade hairpin is well polished and must suit Miss Nana very well."
As he said that, he walked over and asked the boss for a lily.
"Sir, the jade hairpin is a top-quality product, and I'm only selling it at this price today."
When the boss saw the kimono fabric on Muzan Kibutsuji, he immediately started selling it with a smile and gave a price.
Li Xiaoqi hurried over and refused, "Mr. Muzan, this isn't a good idea. There's no need to be so troublesome..."
She happened to hear the price offered by the boss and did not react.
Suddenly, a hosta was stuffed into her hand. It was emerald green, round and shiny in the light.
Li Xiaoqi looked at it carefully and really liked it.
“So beautiful—”
As a person in modern society, Li Xiaoqi didn't understand how to convert the Japanese currency of the Taisho era, so he had no idea whether the price given by the boss was expensive or cheap.
Muzan Kibutsuji observed Li Xiaoqi's expression out of the corner of his eye and saw that she was indifferent. She didn't comment on the quality of the jade hairpin, but just thought it was beautiful. His doubts about her identity were somewhat dispelled.
If you are a person from this world, it is impossible for them to be insensitive to prices.
Miss Nana was indeed indifferent to the boss's obviously raised price.
The smile on Muzan Kibutsuji's face became a little happier, and he gave the money very readily.
"Miss Nana, let me help you put it on."
"Beautiful long silver-white hair will look great with this jade hairpin."
Li Xiaoqi pursed his lips slightly and nodded quietly.
She raised the corners of her lips and said softly, "Mr. Muzan, thank you, I like it very much."
Muzan Kibutsuji walked behind Li Xiaoqi and gently held her long hair with his hands.
"You're welcome."
His words were soft and gentle, seeming ethereal amidst the clamor of the festival.
The movement was very gentle and Li Xiaoqi did not feel any discomfort from having his hair pulled.
As the cool jade hairpin was inserted into her hair along her scalp, she resisted the urge to retreat and maintained a perfect smile on her face.
The boss brought a mirror at the right time and asked Li Xiaoqi to look at himself.
In the mirror, the lights behind her were colorful. Li Xiaoqi's silver-white long hair was neatly tied up into a ball with a ginkgo hairpin in the middle. After the hair was tied up, the remaining long hair was held in the hand of Muzan Kibutsuji and gently placed on her left shoulder.
This is a gentle hairstyle, and it is also known as the most dangerous hairstyle in the two-dimensional world.
Xiao Qi, danger
[This dangerous lady's hairstyle... plus Muzan, full of flags]
On the live broadcast screen, there was a constant stream of teasing comments.
At a stall diagonally behind Li Xiaoqi and Muzan Kibutsuji, Dazai Osamu stood quietly behind the stall, the scene of Muzan Kibutsuji blowing Li Xiaoqi's hair reflected in his eyes.
He looked indifferent, and his five fingers pressing on the table unconsciously exerted force.
From this festival to now, Dazai Osamu has been watching the live broadcast interface. No matter when it happens, he just watches.
Only he knew how fake the smile on Li Xiaoqi's face was.
"Ah, I know it's fake...but..."
Dazai Osamu chuckled softly, rubbing his hair with his fingers. "But, I really don't like this feeling."
"Xiao Qi is obviously my property."
He murmured softly, his words drowned out by countless voices.
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