I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Before he finished speaking, the fire pattern on Chaowu's purple kimono suddenly lit up...

The flames flowed and overflowed, centering on her, blooming towards the surroundings.

"In the Oiran Road, the idlers are free!"

"In the Oiran Road, the idlers are free!"

"In Oiran Road, the idlers are free!"

Touched by the fire, the "bald", "new" and the men who stood quietly behind the team behind the Oiran Road all opened their mouths larger than their heads and let out a hoarse roar...

The dazzling fire light came out from their eyes, ears, nose, nose, and chapped skin, and skyrocketed.

Encased in flames, the bodies of those "flaming people" melted and evaporated like candles, leaving only a cloud of orange-red flames after a second.

This group of orange-red flames spread, igniting countless "onlookers" on both sides of the long street one by one, turning them into the same "fireball".

When Nakanomachi passed, the temperature suddenly increased, as if countless red beacon fires bloomed in an instant!

"Uh...I want to...I want to..."

"Uuuuuu...give me...give me all..."

This orange-red fireball shrinks like a breath, revealing a trace of scarlet energy, like a burst of lightning, and there are countless painful wailings of souls inside.

"What kind of ghost fire is this, why have you never heard of it in the classics of the Abe clan?"

There are many types of ghost fires, such as ancient battlefield fire, memorial fire, ancient cage fire, fox fire, Shiranui, and dozens of them, but none of them can match the current one.

The most frightening thing is that these fireballs seem to be auto chess enthusiasts, beginning to spontaneously merge with the "kind" beside them, and gradually form a larger existence.

"Zheng."

Feeling the surrounding temperature exceeding the human limit, and looking at the restless cluster of resentful spirits in front of him, Abe Temple finally couldn't bear it and took the lead.

The sharp light of the knife flashed, and the nearest fireball was instantly divided into two and scattered...

However, the incomplete fireballs that were chopped up did not go out, instead, they continued to burn like the flames on the buildings on both sides...

And the fire light scattered on the ground will be ruthlessly swallowed by the "kind" on the side in the next second, becoming the nourishment for them to continue to grow themselves.

"Buzzing..."

The long-sword sun wheel that passed from the center of the fireball turned into a translucent red as if it had just been taken out of the iron-making furnace, and there was a faint tendency to liquefy.

"hiss……"

The hot heat was passed from the handle of the knife along with the desire for hunger, and Abe Temple decisively threw the double knives in his hands into the air, letting them fly like butterflies, and continued to pass between these weird fireballs.

"Be careful, this flame is very hot!"

The lust on the fireball's body is higher than before, and the erosion of the mind is more violent.

Maintaining the Buddha's bell, Kato Junko found that his "world of desirelessness" had no "softening" effect on this mass of arrogance.

"This fireball is another existence in which the soul is completely burned and transformed by the fire of desire. It is not an ordinary ghost fire, but a special aggregate of wraith spirits!"

After all, there are only the remnants of souls who have been burned by the fire and have painful memories. How can they still remember the joy of being born and standing on top of desire?

"The slave family must finish this road."

Despite the fact that all the "Oiran Dochu" teams next to him turned into weird fireballs, the lone morning mist still hurriedly stepped "eight characters" in the flames...

"wait……"

Besieged by a large group of fireballs, Abe Temple can only watch the dignified and solemn oiran in a purple kimono, rubbing with him on the two-lane long street except for the knife. Shoulder to shoulder.

"Can't let him get this thing..."

Ignoring the two people who were struggling in the flames and the high temperature, Chao Mist walked slowly along the long street gracefully, only the direction of "Yoshihara Gate" in his stubborn eyes.

"That's... Sakura?"

In the chaos, Abe Temple looked back and saw a little white cherry blossoms, falling from the hem of her purple kimono embroidered with fire patterns and petals...

Along the direction where she came, there was a flowery road that was white and snowy.

From start to finish, this oiran who has no intention of being an enemy of the two of them, where does he want to go?

...

In 1657, Edo, Yoshihara.

"Just because of your clever smile, I can stop crying in the morning"

"Tao Asagiri, did you go to the shrine again today to pray for your "Edo First Swordsman"?"

In front of the "Shinagawa Tower" with melodious and welcoming Japanese songs, a juvenile "new creation" saluted the oncoming woman Yingying and laughed playfully.

"You girl, you are laughing at me again, believe it or not, I fired you..."

The woman pretended to be angrily knocked the "new" head, as if she was afraid of hurting her, she rubbed it lovingly.

This woman who has not applied the powder and has a face like a peach blossom is precisely the morning fog that is more tall and plump, beautiful and moving than three years ago.

At this time, she is no longer the "no hair grows" Xiaoxinzo, but the first oiran of Yoshihara who is well-known in Edo.

"The husband calms down. The "flower wedding sleeves" cut out by Wu Fuwu in the building according to your request have finally arrived. You can take a look..."

The "Xinzao" stuck out his tongue and immediately took out a wooden box to show her the contents.

"Not only did you dye the feathers in the pattern you requested, but also added a special kind of fur to the inner lining of the clothes..."

"It is said that this fur was obtained by Louli's relationship. After putting it on, not only does it not burn through, but it is also warm. 』

"Every day, I listen to these gibberish deliberately raising the price... Such a precious material has been cut for almost a year, who would dare to burn it and try it..."

As Wuguchi lifted the purple kimono with big sleeves upright, his eyes fell on the embroidered pattern, and for a moment he was fascinated by it.

"Your breath is still on the rut. Once you hear the cicadas, you know that summer is coming."

"...Sure enough, it is a wonderful workmanship, this painted feather is exactly the same as what I wanted."

The long sleeves on both sides of the kimono and the robes embroidered on it were large intertwined white cherry blossom petals and red flame patterns.

It is generally the same as the pattern that never fades in her memory.

"Whenever I stop here, I can't help being envious. If this battle exhausts myself, then just let it go."

"Since you became a husband, how many dignitaries named and wanted to "first meeting" have been turned away..."

Looking at Asagiri's beautiful face and the gorgeous purple kimono in his hand, the "bald" on the side also showed an enviable look.

"I don't know who has this blessing, can I see you wearing this flower wedding sleeve "Oiran Daozhong"?"

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