After all, if you have eyes on other people's faces, you can't just scream and kill just because the other party glances at you, right?

"Let me see!" Qianshi Qianxun responded weakly.

Adachi Ward was considered a suburb to them who lived in the city. It was no wonder she was so tired after taking the subway for an hour early.

Qianshi Qianxun slowly took out his mobile phone from his satchel, and checked the address information sent to him by his aunt yesterday.

"No. 111, Rokumachime 1st Street, Adachi Ward." After Chihiro finished speaking.

"Let me take the lead, let me take the lead!!" Baishan Xiaochun Qianshi Qianxun, who had already taken out her mobile phone, opened the navigation map and shouted excitedly.

"How old are you!" Qianshi Qianxun smiled helplessly.

"Well, how dare you criticize my age?" Bai Shan Xiaochun glanced at Qianshi Qianxun with resentment, and then the two of them laughed together.

Just as the two of them were teasing each other while following the directions on the map.

The high-rise buildings gradually became sparse, replaced by the standard single-family wooden houses, which were quaint and outdated at the same time.

After catching the two, they clearly entered the first street of Rokumachime.

A white shadow flashed by, and the deep dark eyes met the two of them, and a hoarse voice with inexplicable fluctuations slowly came out.

"Name, affiliation, purpose."

The two people with empty eyes told their details truthfully, the next second, Bai Ying nodded towards the distance, and then slowly dissipated.

"Hey, something seems to have swayed just now?" Qianshi Qianxun scratched his cheeks in confusion.

"It's probably a cat, right? There are many cats in this old neighborhood." Bai Shan Xiaochun clapped his hands and took a brisk pace.

A few minutes later, the two who arrived at the destination stood at the door of the Izumi Mansion and slowly rang the doorbell.

【Ding dong—! Ding-dong-! ! 】

Chapter 173 The discussion of the saint (leftover) woman [Extra]

Ding--!

Yu, who had just finished breakfast, raised his brows slightly, put his right hand into his trouser pocket, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and checked the information on the line.

That was the information reported by the Koga-ryu ninja in charge of security. The reason why this kind of information was used was naturally because the mansion was tacitly regarded as Yu's 'bedroom'.

As guards, they didn't have the guts to enter the Demon King's palace, and in addition to guiding the voice transmission and other techniques, there was no way to avoid the demon of the godslayer.

In desperation, a bunch of old ninjas in their 40s and 50s could only hold their noses to catch up with the trend and play with the modern instant messaging equipment called Line.

Not to mention, it is quite slippery for these ninjas to play various "roles" to hook up with boys and girls.

Yuu, who noticed this situation, could only sigh, as expected of a ninja, play instant messaging, and even organize an online chat fraud.

After reading the text message, Yu said with a stunned expression, "Cousin Zhenbai came to visit?"

After saying that, the corner of Yu's mouth twitched sharply. To be honest, Shiina Mashiro seems to have been given to him by the playful white princess.

And after these few weeks, Yuu learned from Mashiro's mouth that she seemed to be locked in an art museum by her grandfather, an old artist, because she wanted to draw comics.

In the end, with the help of Alice and her mother, she "escaped" to the island country and ran into his "wolf den".

Having said that, it's no wonder that Gebei keeps saying that he kidnapped underage girls, imprisoned them, squeezed the other party's labor force, and would go to prison sooner or later.

Although, the fact is that Shinshiro is already sixteen years old, already an adult, and the imprisonment is only because the other party doesn't want to go out and just wants to paint quietly.

As for the exploitation of labor force, it is even more nonsense. If he hadn't stopped him, Shiina Mashiro would have died on the workbench sooner or later with his sleepless concentration when he was painting.

Just after Yoo's thoughtless death, the doorbell rang suddenly.

【Ding dong—! Ding-dong-! ! 】

After realizing that 'cousin' had come to the door, You shook his head and walked towards the entrance. After all, Shiro's relatives came to visit, so he couldn't possibly turn them away.

Crunch-! ! !

Yu opened the door of the porch, and turned his eyes to the two tall figures outside the iron gate of the courtyard.

After being slightly surprised by the good faces of the two of them, You said in a flat tone, "Which one is Zhenbai's cousin?"

After a series of "indiscriminate bombing" of high-value girls, Yu has some resistance to these cute girls.

Except for those girls who have 'fantasy' about 'this is my wife' in their previous life, for these beautiful girls, unless they are as beautiful as Master Luo Hao, they can no longer attract his attention.

It's like the aesthetic fatigue after seeing a lot of Internet celebrity faces, saying, 'Ah, she is so beautiful! ' And then in a blink of an eye, I forgot who she was.

However, in the face of Yu who opened the door, Qianshi Qianxun and Baishan Xiaochun were not calm.

Staring at Yuna's face that was very similar to Kasuga Ye Qiong, Qianshi Qianxun's eyelids jumped, and she lowered her voice slightly and said to Yujie with chestnut hair beside her.

"Xiaochun, it's your favorite type of creampie. However, how do you take care of your face, it's better than what I take care of with cosmetics!"

"Mmmm!" Baishan Xiaochun nodded again and again, then swept Yu's upper body, his eyes wandering around, as if penetrating the black short shirt.

The chestnut-haired Yujie's eyes brightened slightly, and she commented on the foot with a smile.

"Xiaoqian, do you see it? The streamlined muscles that bulge on the arms are impossible to exercise without more than two years of fitness. I bet that the figure under the clothes must be very good!!!"

Hearing this, Qianshi Qianxun immediately turned her head and glanced sharply at Sauyou's figure. She gasped in surprise and said, "Hi-!! I seem to have misunderstood the first time I looked at my face?"

Qianshi Qianxun raised the corner of his mouth lightly, and said with a frivolous face. "I thought it was a sissy, but it turned out to be a sunny handsome guy?"

If she whistled again, her current appearance is probably similar to those degenerate women who are looking for male public relations to 'chat' in Kabukicho.

"Yeah, depending on the age, it's still my favorite student class, wow, what should I do, Xiaoqian, I seem to be in love." Baishan Xiaochun whispered excitedly while holding her blushing face.

Qianshi Qianxun's eyelids twitched as he looked at the expressionless Yuu in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched. "Let's stop a little bit. The leftover female teacher who tried to shoot at the students, your little fresh meat is angry because of our ignorance."

As soon as the words fell, Baishan Xiaochun immediately straightened his waist, with a soft smile on his face, he waved his hand towards You.

That serious appearance, matched with the light green professional attire on her body, was like a female teacher in an island country who was visiting her home, and she did not feel the **** in the previous conversation at all.

Looking at the serious Baishan Xiaochun, combined with the content of the conversation heard in the keen ears before.

Bai Shan Xiaochun, reflected in You's eyes, seemed to him to have a bit of the charm of Teacher Cang.

Thinking of this, the corner of You's mouth twitched sharply, and he repeated in a strange tone, "Which one is Zhenbai's cousin?"

"It's me, I'm Qianshi Chihiro, Shiina Mashiro's cousin." Qianshi Chihiro introduced himself with a professional smile on his face, as if the previous judgment was a false illusion.

After speaking, Qianshi Qianxun raised her hand, pressed Baishan Xiaochun's shoulder, and pushed her to the front, with a strange smile on her face, and said in a salesman-like tone.