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Wanyinjiaye knew about Miyue's existence.

This is the child that Ms. Hanako picked out two years ago. Wanyin Jiaye was pushed aside by Ms. Hanako, and saw with her own eyes how a person was forced to become a monster like them.

But she couldn't refute, and she kept her mouth shut.Even at that time she recognized that this girl was the one who was blindfolded by Ms. Hanako a year ago and asked her to choose to send it with the golden mask for the first time.

But so what?

What Ms. Hanako said was what she said.

Wanyin Kaye leaned on the back of the chair, listening to the female geisha in Yangwu play the shamisen.

This is a separate room. There is a screen in front of her, which completely separates her figure from the performers. No one can control what she does here.

Besides, she also greeted the manager of the Yang House before she came here, and she would not let anyone who is not good at it casually come here.

It's just shamisen, which she didn't like to hear. She just suffocated over there and wanted to find something to vent, but her hands were itchy but pinched empty: "Tsk!"

Did not take the cigarette rod.

Wanyinjiaye sat up, rumpled his messy hair, and said to the people outside: "Is there a hairpin here? Help me untangle my hair, and find someone to go to the building and give me the pipe .”

The person playing the melody outside was stunned for a moment by the woman's voice, but when he remembered the request from the person in charge, he quickly responded: "Yes, yes!"

Wanyinjiaye was not used to eating human food, and also resisted eating human blood, even the hot touch on his mouth disappeared.

When she wanted to drink, she also found that this kind of thing was indeed not as addictive as thin blood.

But this doesn't mean that for ordinary people, drinking in the middle of the night won't be like doing something of their own.

He hadn’t touched alcohol much—Tomioka Yoshiyuki only stole from an adult’s wine glass when he was a child—he was almost blurred, so he was supported by someone to rest in a different room, and occasionally passed by two talking in a low voice The thin conversation flowed into his ears when he was talking to a woman.

"The guests over there want cigarette sticks... and the maids are going to pull their hair..."

"It's Missy!"

"Hey, is that the one?"

"Forget it, forget it, I'm going to find someone to pick it up now, hey, Chiyo, go and pull the hair for the guy inside—"

"……Um"

The black-haired young man was confused and asked the people beside him, "'Missy'?"

The clerk who was supporting Mr. Tomioka was stunned for a moment, remembering that this guy seemed to be aiming at the young lady, so as not to bump into the young lady, he shook his head and said, "Master, you got it wrong."

"..." Tomioka Yoshiyuki frowned, blinked his eyes and tried to wake himself up: "..."

The man thought he was fooling around, so he continued to pull the man away, but he didn't.

This bright-looking young man broke free from the shackles, rushed straight over there, and stretched out his hand to open the door——

Wanyin Jiaye stepped out of the screen, holding the shamisen that was asked to come over with her upper hand, her side face was facing the door, and she didn't look this way.

"..." Yoshioka Tomioka saw this, and closed the door again.

Only his slightly trembling hands could reflect his true mood, Tomioka Yoshiyuki was mostly sober.

The people inside seemed to hear the movement, so they thought they were bringing in something, and shouted for people to come in, but when the black-haired young man heard it, he turned coldly and left.

It is Wanyin Jiaye.

Wan Yinjiaye heard the sound of the door being opened and smelled the strong smell of alcohol, but when she looked over, she only saw an indistinguishable corner of the clothes—the color was vague and very familiar.

That little horn was eager and swift.

Glass, porcelain, and glass are crystals that come out of the soil.

As far as Wanyin Jiaye is concerned, she likes this kind of things that will shine in the sun very much, so there will always be these things in the shop she opens and on the land she owns.

Glazed dinner plates, gold-rimmed wine glasses, stained glass windows, or just a small piece of glass handicraft with its edges and corners erased.

She remembered the glass handicraft she liked, which she played with every day.But one day, she put it on the table, and when she was concentrating on writing a letter, she slowly, slowly pushed the small piece of stained glass out of the edge of the table, and then——snap.

After hearing the sound, I realized it later, and shattered into strange shapes on the ground in an absolutely tragic posture.

That kind of suddenness, as if something I imagined out of thin air.

However, the dream-like hallucination that Wan Yinjiaye wanted to talk about referred to the corner of the clothes, but she saw a face in the crack of the door that was not completely closed.

The ghost's vision allowed her to see clearly the chin that belonged to a young man, as well as the hemispherical eyes like glass beads, the eyelashes were very light, and the hair around the ears was also very light.

At that moment, the muscles in Wanyinjiaye's legs suddenly couldn't move.

"I said you..."

The girl who combed the eldest lady's hair froze for a moment: "What's wrong?"

"Go and open the door for me—or forget it, go and see the guests around here, is there a young man with a scar on his face?"

"scar?"

"Here..." Wan Yinjiaye's red nails touched a little below her cheekbones: "A scar here."

She put down her hands, but stared at the dark crack of the door, and suddenly remembered something, put on her clothes again, hid the nails painted with flower juice in the sleeves, and looked in the mirror , and found that the woman inside was a woman full of coquettishness and indifference.

Wanyin Jiaye swallowed.

"Could it be, is it Missy's sweetheart?" Chiyo, who was combing her hair, didn't notice the woman's trembling eyes, and just said this like joking about other loose teas on weekdays.

What was waiting for her was not the woman's shyness as she imagined, but a slap with her hand raised.

The maid was taken aback.

"Talk too much!" she heard.

It is not without reason to say that Immortal Kawasami is always beaten in the face.

Because in this world, slapping the face will neither harm the bodies of these girls, but also give enough deterrence to their self-esteem.

Although Wan Yin Jia Ye didn't think so much, but she slowly saw the people in this building doing this behind their backs, and she learned a lot.

This is a women's gathering place, and all sharp and vicious things can be found here.Wanyin Jiaye was held high by Ms. Hanako, even if she secretly killed someone—just like Fern Ji, no one dared to say anything.

Ordinary people will be confused by the prosperous appearance of Yoshiwara. They can only see these beautiful, gentle, lovely women who are elegant, generous and considerate, but they can't see the things behind them at all.

But as soon as Wanyin Jiaye slapped her past, she secretly regretted it.

If it wasn't a hallucination, the sight she saw was the bottom line of her heart, not letting herself fall into evil completely - she thought of the man's fierce face teaching her, and felt that she had become a stranger.

Annoyance appeared in the woman's eyes, and she squeezed her palms.Just because I was criticized by the maid, I threw it out without even thinking about it, and it was just because I felt that I was being made a joke.

The girl covering her face put down her hands, and lightly apologized to herself.

Speaking of it, not only the high-ranking people deal with the people below at will, but these maidservants are also used to being beaten and scolded like this.

Wan Yinjiaye looked annoyed, and waved his hand to tell people to go out. As for the search for news, the other party naturally didn't care.

Tired of staying in Yangwu, she slipped back to her place directly from behind, and when she arrived at Di'er, she waited for Xueer to clean her hands before she slowly said her request.

In addition to asking for the list of Yangwu's guests today, Wan Yinjiaye also asked someone to trim her nails, and even brought her casually wrapped clothes on weekdays, and she also wanted to find a few decent ones.

After the request was made, naturally no one was stupid enough to ask why, so they secretly sent it to the proprietress.

When Xiaoxue went, there happened to be a man she didn't know in the room. That man was good-looking, but his clothes were a little weird.

Tong Mo had been arguing since last time that he wanted to bring his Miss Kaye back to his Wanshi Bliss Cult, but before he came, he was ordered to stay at home by Guiwu Tsuji, and he would not provoke that little girl in the future.

Tong Mo didn't know Guiwu Tsuji's plan from the beginning, let alone the extremely tragic battle. To say that Guiwu Tsuji was too eager, he only called Shangsan and Shangwu and started to make trouble. The strongest fighter Not even a hair came out.

Later Tong Mo knew that Wanyin Jiaye was imprisoned in Yoshihara by Wanyin Huazi, and also knew that the little things he liked had become ghosts like himself, I have to say that his interest suddenly faded.

After that, he only visited Miss Huazi and asked about the ghost's recent situation, and nothing else.

Because Wanyinjiaye's life is indeed terrible and boring. Apart from writing a few letters every day, he can still read. He either sleeps or plays cards all day long, or just sits for a long time with a cigarette stick.

What Tong Mo likes is Wan Yin Jia Ye who is a human being, not a ghost like himself.

"Miss' request is starting to become interesting~" the young man sat on the side in a carefree manner, leaning on his head and saying.

Ms. Huazi said: "Just now her concubine came and smashed a door for me. The pattern of the door was specially drawn by someone. There is only one copy in the world. It's good every night--I applied the medicine to the man, and directly let go."

"Hi, head? Eh, ah, did I hear you right??"

Ms. Hanako seemed to have made a mistake, and then she realized: "Look at me, I'm confused, what's 'his, head', that happened before..."

"Huh? Ms. Hanako, can you tell me?"

"That boy... Heh~ I found him specially three years ago, but he kicked him every night when he fell asleep... I really don't understand."

Tong Mo's colorful eyes brightened slightly: "This story is much more interesting... much more interesting than the stories of those believers."

"Really?" Ms. Hanako smiled indifferently: "She's probably on the top floor. If you want to play with her, go there. It's boring to be alone."

Tong Mo's heart was moved, but he still remembered the words of Guiwu Tsuji: "Forget it~~"

The woman in the moon-white colorless ground cast her eyes outside, and the sky was about to fall.

"Its daybreak."

Tong Mo was also surprised when he saw it: "It's so late."

Ms. Hanako's finger tapped on the table, which was also a list of today's guests.

Wanyin Jiaye was still asking for this thing, and her mother appeared here directly. She might have expected that the wind direction in Yoshiwara was chaotic.

The author has something to say:

Thank you little angel sleep ている person for throwing a landmine, please check your 1 words.

It was originally updated, but suddenly found that this article has the first thunder, emmmmm, so I can only write it.

About Bunny, you can guess.