Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"A man asks when he is happy, and a concubine answers when his heart is broken. You know the feeling of grievance for a long time. It is not easy to meet and part. The abandoned wife is now too late to regret. Do you remember the love of Phoenix in those days, and do you remember the continued love?"

There are singing and dancing outside the shrine, and the faint tunes can also be heard inside the shrine, which is melodious and very poignant.

"Morishita, are you singing a ditty from Hong Kong Island?"

Hearing Grandma's question, Morishita lowered his head and took a sip of the golden tea soup, moistened his throat, and said with a smile:

"This is called Cantonese Opera. It's a kind of drama spread in southern China. It's very similar to our Kabuki!"

Hearing Morishita's answer, Fujiwara Shizuka nodded suddenly, then looked at her great-grandson with gentle eyes, and smiled gratifiedly:

"Haha, I just said that our Komori is smart, you see, you can learn such a complicated art, how could he be the idiot they said!"

Hearing grandma's coquettish tone, Fujiwara Morishita's expression didn't change at all. He picked up the delicate red teacup again, took a sip, and showed a calm smile.

"It's just singing. Compared with those masters in the art world, I am indeed far behind!"

Hearing Fujiwara Morishita's modest words, Fujiwara Shizuka frowned slightly. She clearly remembered that her great-grandson had the strongest vanity, how could she have such a magnanimity now?

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Fujiwara Shizuka took Morishita's hand and searched secretly, only to find that there was nothing unusual in his body.

Not only is the Yang Qi in his body full, but even his cultivation skills have improved a little. In this way, it shouldn't be that he has been hit by some spells such as bewitching and soul-stirring.

Just when Fujiwara Shizuka let go of her worries, her bright eyes noticed the teacup in Morishita's hand, and in just a moment, she was fascinated by the golden tea soup.

Since when did I fall in love with the tea ceremony, my great-grandson who is sensual and rich?

The golden and bright tea soup seems to show its deliciousness and attractive color to outsiders, which makes people want to have a sip from the bottom of their hearts.

But Shizuka Fujiwara is not an ordinary person after all. After just a trance, she came to her senses, stood up and jumped, bounced backwards, and flipped about two meters away with a backflip.

With a twist of his wrist, a purple chrysanthemum appeared in his slender hand, and he looked at Morishita warily, with a cautious expression and a hint of chill!

Even though Fujiwara Shizuka dotes on this great-grandson the most on weekdays, but once he threatens her safety or rights, she must be the first to kill him!

"Xiao Mori! Can you tell grandma what happened to the cup of tea in your hand?"

Fujiwara Morishita seemed to be frightened by his grandparents, and stood there in a daze, not daring to move for a long time.

"Morishita! Hand over the tea you drank!"

Fujiwara Shizuka lost her patience and her face turned cold. The stern face combined with her cold voice made people feel ashamed without knowing it!

"H hi!"

Fujiwara Morishita stammered and nodded in agreement, took a piece of tea cake from the table beside him, and didn't dare to throw it away, so he put it on the table next to him carefully, and pushed it gently.

Fujiwara Shizuka frowned, looked suspiciously at the plain tea cake, stretched out her hand and shook it, a thin purple thread came out from the stamen of the chrysanthemum, entangled the tea cake, and pulled it casually.

When the tea cakes flew in, Shizuka Fujiwara didn't need to catch them, she just hung in the air and inspected them carefully.

After checking it over and over several times, but found nothing unusual, she raised her hand and swung it again, throwing the tea cake wrapped with purple threads on the table, breaking the tea cake into pieces in an instant.

"What kind of tea is this? Where did it come from? Show me the tea!"

Hearing this order, Fujiwara Morishita's body shook suddenly, and he was silent for a long time, unable to answer.

I saw more and more fine sweat on his forehead, gradually wetting his clothes, silent, hesitating, just not answering.

"Tell me! Morishita!"

Fujiwara Shizuka's eyes turned cold, and she took out a chrysanthemum charm from her arms with her right hand, and pressed it against the purple petals. In an instant, Fujiwara Morishita's eyes were completely dull.

"While making tea, answer me! Where did those tea leaves come from! What kind of tea? Ha!

"Hi!"

Fujiwara Morishita sluggishly responded, driving his stiff arms, and clumsily made tea!

"This tea is raw Pu'er. I secretly brought it back on the boat and thought it tasted good, so I brought it back."

Hearing his normal words, Fujiwara Shizuka not only didn't relax, but raised her heart, her eyes fixed on his clumsy movements, and her hands clenched tighter and tighter.

normal?

Sometimes normal is the greatest abnormality!

Especially in the magic world, in many cases, the more normal, the more dangerous!

The golden-yellow tea soup shone brightly, which was the light from the sun reflecting on the tea soup, warm and dazzling.

Fujiwara Shizuka didn't notice anything wrong, but she just felt that something was very wrong, and the whole body of her great-grandson was the biggest thing wrong.

"Grandma, soak it!"

Fujiwara Morishita's eyes were still dull, with a warm and warm smile on his face

But Shizuka Fujiwara had no intention of looking at it anymore, she let out a long breath, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her embroidering hand holding the chrysanthemum symbol was folded forcefully.

'Crack! '

The chrysanthemum talisman in his hand shattered into two halves.

As the chrysanthemum talisman was broken, Fujiwara Morishita's eyes gradually lost their light, and his smile gradually remained, but he no longer had the strength to continue smiling.

I saw his whole body slowly limp on the ground, his eyes wide open, he was out of breath.

Fujiwara Morishita is dead!

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Chapter 389

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"Chiyoko!"

"Hi, President!"

With a deep call, Chiyoko, who was originally processing documents in the room, came out.

Glancing at Fujiwara Morishita lying on the ground, he frowned, and without asking any further questions, he just took small steps and approached.

"President, what are your orders!"

Beside the table, Shizuka Fujiwara let out a long sigh, threw the broken flowers and chrysanthemum symbols on the ground casually, leaned back, sat back on the chair, and said in a low tone:

"Let's tidy up here. Take the tea for an inspection to see if there are any special substances. In addition, we will investigate again. Who has Komorishi been in contact with recently, and what is the purpose of the person who contacted him!"