I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 397 Painting Liyi: Hug, Not Cold
In the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka, Gokurakukan, in a room on the top floor.

A large wooden barrel was placed on the wooden floor, and Shuten Doji sat in the wooden barrel, soaked in blood from the neck down.

There are only about five liters of blood in an adult's body, and to fill a bathtub, even if it is mixed with some water, it requires a huge number of blood donors.

After a long time, Shuten-douji slowly stood up from the blood, and the blood red slid down his body, revealing his slender torso and corpse-like pale skin.

He stepped out of the tub and shouted to the door, "Come in."

"My lord, I will serve you."

The girl in the costume of a court lady in the Heian period opened the door, bowed her head deeply, and walked towards Shuten-douji.

In order to serve the dignitaries who come here to gamble, there are beautiful girls with different characteristics in the Gokle Pavilion, including the styles of all over the world and Japan. Became Shuten-douji's exclusive maid.

"No need, I'm not used to being served." Shuten-douji walked under the shower and began to wash off the blood sticking to his body.

Because Shuten-douji's permission was not obtained, the maid kept staring down at the floor, not even daring to look at him, her nose smelled a strong bloody smell similar to rust.

Shutendouji stood in the water: "Go and tell Kazama Ruri that I have basically recovered, and there is no need to send new blood over."

"As ordered."

The maid replied respectfully, and immediately turned around with her head down and wanted to go out.

"Wait," Shuten-douji said suddenly, "Yesterday I heard rumors that you used to be in the flesh business?"

The maid who kept her head down couldn't help trembling, and said softly: "Yes, my lord, before I became a waiter in the Bliss Hall, I worked in a... custom shop under the name of a gang in Nagoya."

In fact, even after joining the Bliss Pavilion, her work has not changed substantially, and she still needs to sleep with different men constantly, but the status and status of those who play with her are higher than before. Income is also much higher than before.

"Are you doing this kind of work voluntarily?" Shuten-douji asked curiously.

"My father's gang owed a large amount of gambling debts. If the money is not paid, his fingers will be chopped off. The family's money and house will be robbed. My younger brother will not be able to go to school, and even my mother will be forced to go to school... ..." The maid bit her lip and said, "So in the end I let the gangsters take me away, and I will earn money to pay off my father's gambling debts."

"I heard those bodyguards and croupiers say you're a dirty bitch," Shuten-douji asked, "Are you angry?"

"They are right, I am indeed dirty," the girl said softly, "It's just that they are also dirty."

After several years of working in the custom shop under the gang, she has rarely felt wronged.And what about being wronged?Those people... are right.

Isn't she really a whore who sells her body?Opening up her body in exchange for money, even if she was sold to the Bliss Pavilion by the gang, isn't she still doing the same job as before?
Others in the Bliss Hall have never concealed their contempt and desire for them, and she has become accustomed to these swear words. Her family and friends have long since cut off contact. She has not heard those reassuring voices for a long time. If one day There is no such foul language in her ears, but it will make her panic quietly.

"No, since you didn't do this kind of thing voluntarily, it's not really dirty," Shuten-douji turned off the shower and wiped his body with a towel, "It's just that if the body is dirty, wash it off alright."

The maid froze for a moment, her nose suddenly sore.

She had heard similar comforting words from her guests countless times, but the way they said such words while lying on top of her and shaking their bodies just made her sick.

Tears fell uncontrollably and hit the wooden floor.

"Head up."

Shuten-douji's voice was right in front of him.

The girl raised her head, revealing a delicately made-up face.

She is very beautiful, especially her pair of quiet eyes, which are even better than the girl idols on TV, but now these beautiful eyes are full of tears, which almost makes the makeup wear off.

Her cheeks were held in both hands, and her cold thumbs wiped away the tears accumulated in her eyes. Finally, she could see the person in front of her clearly. The person had already put on a white bathrobe, her black hair was obediently attached to her forehead, and her face was full of tears. Delicate and beautiful like a girl, she was surrounded by a strong smell of blood, but her body exuded a strange fragrance.

The boy held her face, lowered his head, and asked condescendingly: "I remember, your name is Mie Miguchi, right?"

"Hmm." Kitani Shoumeizhi replied softly, sniffing the strange fragrance mixed with blood energy.

……

Osaka station.

Yuankong came out from the station, followed by a woman in OL outfit.

Her name is Sakurai Machiko, and she is the accompanying interpreter arranged by Yuan Zhisheng for Yuan Kong—you can tell from the name that she is a mixed race of the Sakurai family. She is a translator and is also assigned to work as a bodyguard.

Because he wanted to wait for some time for the corpse demon in Lu Mingfei's mouth to join his accomplices, Yuankong did not go straight to the location where the mark was, but slowly drove towards the direction where the mark was. Near some famous Buddhist temples in Japan, I stopped my trip and went to Buddhist temples to discuss and debate Buddhist scriptures with monks.

Although Master Yuankong claims to be an expert on Buddhist scriptures, in the view of Machiko Sakurai, the interpreter of the Buddhist scriptures, this is nothing more than Yuankong unilaterally speaking of all the monks in all the temples he passed by. The monks were so red-faced by the argument that they even got angry and wanted to do something, but they didn't need her translator, a part-time bodyguard, Master Yuankong could easily solve it by himself.

It's just that the methods are so decisive and so popular that even she, a gangster, sometimes feels a little ashamed.

Looking at the direction of the imprint guided by the compass, he hesitated for a while, but Yuankong decided to wait a little longer, in case the other party hadn't joined up with the other accomplices, but he was scared by him in advance.

"Amitabha," Master Yuankong looked at Machiko Sakurai next to him, "Master Sakurai, is there a Buddhist temple near here?"

Alas... another Buddhist temple is going to be unlucky.

Machiko Sakurai mourned silently for the Buddhist temples that Master Yuankong would visit soon.

……

A certain island in the Sea of ​​Japan.

The rain had stopped, but the drop in temperature continued. Lu Mingfei, who was only wearing close-fitting clothes, felt cold at this moment due to the exhaustion of Qi, blood and mana, and his body was cut by the priest.

Although he would be able to return to a state where the cold and heat are not invaded as long as he waited for a while to recover, but at least for now...

He was shivering from the cold.

It's not that Lu Mingfei doesn't live up to expectations, but shivering from the cold is an instinctive reaction of the body, and it doesn't depend on his will.

But being cold is not a big problem, anyway, it is impossible to be frozen to death anyway, Lu Mingfei was already mentally prepared to bear it, but when he turned his head, he saw Erika who was still in line with Shitou She was squatting beside him at the moment, staring at him intently.

The state is not good, even the perception ability has declined?Lu Mingfei felt helpless.

"Mingfei, are you shaking? Is Mingfei cold?" Erika asked.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit cold, Erika don't have to worry about me, it will be fine when you light up the fire." Lu Mingfei said.

"Hui Liyi, you can't make a fire." Hui Liyi slightly lowered her head and said softly.

Lu Mingfei: ...

Oh yes, Eriyi has been beating those stones for a long time, and she has not succeeded in making a fire. After all, this kind of thing still requires some technology.

Shivering in the cold wind, Lu Mingfei was going to suggest that Huliyi change his mind, instead of using stones, try drilling wood to make fire, but saw that Huiliyi suddenly stretched out an arm to press on his neck, and then The whole person lay down on the ground, the slender and warm body clinging to him, the delicate and elastic skin clinging together, holding him in his arms.

"Eliyi, what are you doing?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

"Hug, keep warm, Mingfei won't be cold." Eliyi carefully hugged Lu Mingfei, transferring her heat to him through the skin that was tightly pressed together, and being careful not to affect his wound.

"Don't, Erika, let me go, I'm actually not that cold." Lu Mingfei tried to struggle.

"Mingfei is shivering, it's cold," Hueriyi didn't show any intention of letting go, and even realized that Lu Mingfei might be worried about her, so he added, "Huiriyi, it's not cold."

I know you are not cold, your physical fitness is not worse than Xia Mi, even if you are thrown to the Arctic Ocean, you will not be cold, but is it a question of whether it is cold or not?I don't want to lose face being held in your arms like this!
Lu Mingfei tirelessly tried to persuade Eriyi, but to no avail. He was still hugged stubbornly by Eriyi, like a large pillow for a small bird to cling to - even though this pillow was bigger than Eriyi .

Lu Mingfei can only be thankful that this scene was not seen by others. If he was seen by others, he would die in a social sense, but if Xiao Qiang saw him, he might die in both biological and social senses. die.

Fortunately, he is indeed not so cold now.

(End of this chapter)