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

The fire light flowed and overflowed, with her as the center, blooming toward the surroundings.

"In the oiran road, the idlers offer easy access!"

"In the oiran road, the idlers offer easy access!"

"In the oiran road, the idlers offer easy access!"

Touched by this firelight, the "bald", "new" and the male servants who were holding lanterns and umbrellas in the back of the oiran road team all opened their mouths to the extent that their heads were bigger than their heads, and let out a hoarse roar...

The dazzling fire light penetrated from their eyes, ears, nose, nose, and cracked skin, rising into the sky.

Under the raging flames, the bodies of those "blaze people" melted and evaporated like candles, and after a second, only a cloud of orange-red arrogance remained.

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

On the Nakanocho Pass, the temperature suddenly increased, as if countless red beacon fires bloomed in an instant!

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

"Woooooooo... give me... give me all..."

This orange-red fireball shrank like a breath, revealing a trace of slender scarlet energy, like a burst of lightning, and there were countless painful wails from the soul.

"What kind of ghost fire is this, and why has it never been heard of in the classics of the Abe family?"

There are many types of ghosts and fires, such as ancient battlefield fires, legacy fires, ancient cage fires, fox fires, Shiranui, etc., but none of them can match the number in front of them.

The most terrifying thing is that these fireballs seem to be auto chess enthusiasts, and they began to spontaneously merge with the "similars" beside them, gradually forming a larger existence.

"Zheng."

Feeling the temperature around him that exceeded the limit of human beings, and watching the restless aggregated grievances in front of him, Abe Temple finally couldn't hold back and took the lead.

A sharp knife light flashed, and the nearest fireball was instantly divided into two and scattered on the ground...

However, those broken fireballs did not go out, but continued to burn like the fire on the buildings on both sides...

And the firelight scattered on the ground will be ruthlessly swallowed up by the "similars" on the side in the next second, becoming the nutrients for them to continue to grow themselves.

"Buzzing..."

The long knife sun wheel that passed by the center of the fireball turned translucent red as if it had just been taken out of the iron forge, with a faint tendency to liquefy.

"hiss……"

The scorching high temperature was transmitted from the handle of the sword along with the hunger and thirst. Abeji decisively threw the two swords in his hand into the air, letting them fly like butterflies and continue to pass between these strange fireballs.

"Be careful, this flame, the temperature is very high!"

The desire on this fireball is higher than the previous one, and the erosion of the mind is more violent.

Maintaining the Buddha Bell, Junko Kato found that her "Desireless Realm" no longer had any "softening" effect on this group of arrogance.

"This fireball is another existence whose soul has been completely burned and transformed by the fire of desire. It is not an ordinary ghost fire, but some kind of special aggregated resentment!"

After all, how could there be only a remnant of the remnant of painful memories burned by the fire, how could they still remember the joy of being born and standing on the top of desire?

"The slave family must finish this road."

Regardless of the "Oiran Daozhong" team beside him, all turned into strange fireballs, the single Asagiri still strode "Eight Characters" in the blazing fire...

"wait……"

Besieged by a large group of fireballs, Abe Temple could only watch the dignified and solemn oiran in a purple kimono, rubbing himself and herself on the two-lane long street. over the shoulder.

"I can't let him get this thing..."

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

"That's... Sakura?"

In the midst of the chaos, Abe-ji 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 she came from, there was a road of flowers as white as snow.

From the beginning to the end, this Hua Kui, who has no intention of being an enemy of the two of them, does he want to go?

...

1657, Edo, Yoshihara.

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

"Tao Asagiri, did you go to the shrine again today to pray for your 'Edo's No. 1 Swordsman'?"

In front of the "Shinagawa Building" where the melodious and melodious Waka was sent, a young "Xinzao" bowed to Yingying, a woman approaching, and laughed playfully.

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

The woman knocked on the head of the "newly made" pretending to be angrily, as if afraid of hurting her, and rubbed it lovingly.

Compared to three years ago, this woman with a face like a peach blossom before wearing Fendai is a taller, plumper, more beautiful and moving morning mist.

At this time, she is no longer the little new man who "has not grown all the hair", but the first oiran of Yoshihara who is famous in Edo.

"Taifu calm down. According to your request, the 'Flower Wedding Dressing Sleeve' tailored by Wufuwu has finally been delivered to the building, you can take a look..."

The "new creation" stuck out his tongue, and immediately took out a wooden box and showed her the contents.

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

"It is said that this fur was obtained by the building with a lot of care. After wearing it, it was not only impervious to the fire, but also very warm. 』

"Every day, I listen to all these nonsense that deliberately raise the price... Such a precious material has been cut for almost a year, who would dare to try it..."

Asagiri straightened up the purple kimono with big sleeves~lightnovelpub.net~, his eyes fell on the pattern embroidered on it, and he was fascinated for a while.

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

"...Sure enough, this painting feather is exactly what I want."

The long sleeves on both sides of the kimono and embroidered on the robe are impressively intertwined with large white cherry blossom petals and red flame patterns.

It was the same as the pattern that never faded in her memory.

"Every time I come to this point, I can't help but be envious. If this battle exhausts me, then let it be handled."

"Since you became a Taifu, how many high-ranking officials and nobles have named and wanted to be rejected from the door..."

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

"I don't know who has this blessing. Can I see you wearing this flower wedding sleeves and 'Oiran Daozhong'?"