I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Amitabha Buddha, if it's as you said, the flames on these buildings and the insurmountable high walls on the outside must be the indelible impression left by Yuko Yoshihara in the hearts of these poor people..."

After carefully recollecting what Abe Temple said, Kato Junko nodded, her figure hidden in the "flow of people", and continued along the main road.

"The most urgent thing is to find the exit first and leave, report the situation to the association, and then try to save these poor people later."

The two knew very little about this god, and any "irregular" despirit behavior could trigger even greater disasters.

However, although the clothes and dressing are not inconsistent with this Edo Flower Street, these two people with outstanding looks and temperament, it is not easy to keep a low profile in the "flow of people".

"The little girl's vermilion lips are fortunate enough to make a cup of hot tea for adults..."

"Tonight Yoshihara Yan, if this adult likes you, you might as well talk with your concubine in the candle night, night and day, all night long..."

From time to time, there will be a wandering girl with a pale face and only a huge mouth, standing in front of the shop and tenderly initiating an invitation to the unparalleled beauty of Abe Temple.

These "black-toothed girls" who can walk freely outside the store and on the long street are slightly more advanced than the wandering girls who directly sell their bodies behind the grille.

If Yoshihara’s women are specifically divided, starting from the most advanced "Taifu", to grid, loose tea, plum tea, five-cun bureau, three-cun bureau, south bureau, ci, shinza, bald, etc., they can be roughly divided into ten. Levels.

The young girl who was first sold into Youkuo is the lowest grade "bald", which implies that the hair is not fully grown.

In addition to shouldering chores and serving high-level wandering girls, they also have to receive various rigorous trainings such as piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy and tea flower arrangement. Only when they become girls can they be promoted to the "new creation".

If you can stand out from the new creation, you will have the opportunity to become a high-level wandering girl who is qualified to select guests.

Promoting to titles such as Taifu, Grid, and Loose Tea means that they are qualified to compete for the title of "Oiran."

And the wandering girl who cannot be promoted is destined to betray her body numbly behind the grille and live a life like hell.

Yoko Yoshihara, which looks like a soft red fragrant soil, had a set of jungle rules behind it at the beginning of its establishment.

"Sorry, I have something important next time, let's talk about it later."

"Day...I'll talk about it later...it doesn't matter..."

Faced with the gentle and polite approach of these travel girls, like a literary girl, Abe Temple only declined expressionlessly.

"Amitabha, the wraith wraith spirit that caused the "Communication Demon" incidents in the Yoshihara Red Light District, presumably originated from here..."

"I just don't know how to get outside of this Shenyin. Could it be that this great formation has fallen into disrepair for a long time and has some omissions?"

The two of them talked in a low voice while following the trend of people.

"Oh, is this a new creation from which store, so handsome..."

"Tsk tusk, this face, this chest, this waist, this leg are the best!"

"My teeth are too white when I laugh, and I don't know how much it will cost for "Fenggong" one night..."

From time to time, passers-by cast unconcealed scorching gazes at Kato Junko.

However, in this clearly marked and disciplined flower street, naturally no one dared to stop her and untie her belt to do something like this in broad daylight.

"Uuuuu...Master Samurai forgive me, the slave family didn't deliberately collide..."

The two of them were walking in the dense crowd. Suddenly a young girl sobbed tenderly into her ears.

"Hmph, don't you look at Little Girl Lu, your eyes grow down?!"

"It hurts my uncle, just leave like this, how will our brothers get together in Yoshiwara in the future?!"

"Look at your face, you are just a promoted new creation..."

"Why don't you let the masters accompany you to practice sword training for free, and let you go?"

In the alley by the road, a young girl wearing a plain skirt was sitting on the ground with her head folded, and was blocked by several strong men dressed as samurai.

Pedestrians passing by the alley seemed to be surprised at this scene, and they all detoured and turned a blind eye.

"This woman seems to be a little different..."

Abeji and Junko Kato looked at each other and stopped.

Because the girl who was besieged in the middle with her face facing the sky was not like a scorched and terrifying corpse like the people around her, instead she had her red lips outside and her white teeth fresh inside, with a clear and beautiful appearance.

"I should, I haven't met her..."

The most amazing thing is that between this young girl's eyebrows, Abe Temple has a kind of déjà vu, and even the heart of the sword fluctuates with palpitations.

"Hey, Xiao Bailian, what to look at, do you want to be nosy?"

Seeing the two stopped at the entrance of the alley, the bloody and blistered "samurais" turned back and surrounded them.

"Hey, I already brought a friend with me. Is it because I want a hero to save the United States, hug the left and the right, spread his wings, and enjoy the blessing of everyone?!"

"Shangzhou spear ghosts in the lower eight generations and thirteen people, if you want to survive, take your woman and leave!"

"Fortunately for you kid, if it weren't for handing in weapons at Yiwenzaka, you would be in a different place now!"

Three of them, even close to their bodies, tacitly attacked Abe Temple's abdomen with their punches, seeming to be planning to teach him a lesson.

The fist wind and the body, that carbon-like fist actually brought out hideous bone spurs.

"Zheng."

A flash of icy blade flashed past, and the current "Samurai" was suddenly in a different place.

The "Yueyao" who hung around Abe Temple's waist spontaneously sent out a sheath to protect the lord.

"The knife... how dare you wear a knife in Yoshihara! You are dead..."

Another "samurai" stretched out his fingers to the double swords on Abe Temple's waist in horror, and seemed to have just noticed the existence of the pair.

"Hmph, since I can remember, this pair of swords has never left. What's weird."

Having already started, Abe Temple naturally will not drag the other two into the alley...

"Amitabha! Nanwu Amitabaya, Dota Gadoya, Dodiyeta, Amitabhi, Amitabiya..."

In the back, Kato Junko cooperated with the tacit understanding to recite the Mantra of Rebirth, lightly stretched his robe, and covered the alley with a graceful posture.

Yueyao flew like a butterfly, quietly and silently, several sword lights passed by, and the other "people" suddenly became stumps wrapped in broken ice.

When the crushed ice on the ground dissipated, only the young girl sitting on the ground with a dull face was left in the narrow alley.

"The Nujia Chaowu, thank you Lord Samurai for your help..."

This immature, seemingly indifferent young girl stood up pitifully, adjusted her wrinkled skirt, and bowed to the two of them: "The grace of saviour must be remembered in my heart."

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