After all, they are Chinese, and it would be difficult for them to accept kneeling down to the emperor.
"Of course, if you do as the locals do, it's just symbolic, don't worry about it."
Michiko Kowa said matter-of-factly, then she furrowed her eyebrows and glanced at the girl who spoke.
Wang Tao has been observing all this with his spiritual consciousness. He has felt a strong murderous intention in Michiko since he was a child.
Sure enough, these Japanese devils didn't have any good intentions.
Wang Tao couldn't help but feel happy for his decision. If he hadn't been there, these girls from China would have been murdered by the Japanese.
At the same time, he vaguely felt a familiar feeling from childhood and Michiko, which felt like the unique evil energy of Onmyoji.
Maybe this woman is from the Yin and Yang Palace.
Wang Tao guessed that he just didn't know yet what these people were going to do? Is it related to him?
"Well, there's nothing to lose by kneeling down, and it doesn't mean anything. It doesn't matter."
Another girl explained, and the other girls nodded thoughtfully.
"Back then, you, the Japanese, were forced by General MacArthur of the United States to announce the establishment of a democratic parliamentary system, and even asked the emperor to read out the word 'Human Peace' in public. The emperor and the people are both mortals, why are you still kneeling now?"
Xiao Lingdang's expression was deserted, and when paired with a holy angel suit, the whole person had an indescribable aloof aura.
As soon as she said her words, the expressions of the other girls suddenly changed slightly.
This act of daring to expose Toyo's scars in person was too bold in their opinion.
Sure enough, Michiko Kowa's face turned cold and she stared at the holy little bell in silence.
"If it weren't for the fact that you are one of the rare super cosplayers in China, I would really have a hard time sparing you."
Michiko Kowa put her hands in her pockets as she spoke, and then slowly walked towards the little bell.
Wang Tao had already seen clearly what was in her pocket, and it turned out to be a paper man.
"I forgive you, you don't have much time anyway."
Saying this, Michiko Kowa gently threw the paper figurine out, and immediately the paper figurine flew up, and without anyone noticing, it gently stuck to Xiao Lingdang's back.
Little Lingdang looked confused for a moment, then rolled her eyes, and then returned to normal in an instant.
Wang Tao clearly felt that Xiao Lingdang's consciousness had been sealed by the paper manikin, and she was like a puppet on strings at this moment.
Ha! What a weird method?
Fortunately, there was no danger, so Wang Tao resisted the urge to rush over.
"Can you kneel down now?"
Michiko Kowa sneered. As soon as she finished speaking, the little bell nodded mechanically.
Seeing Xiao Lingdang relenting, the other dozen or so girls all relaxed.
"Have someone come in and put on makeup."
Michiko Kowa shouted toward the door, and immediately a dozen people carrying makeup boxes walked in.
In a short time, more than a dozen people had already put on their makeup, even Kowa Michiko looked like a geisha.
His face was as pale as paper, and the round blush on his cheeks made him stand out.
She wears authentic makeup of ancient Eastern women, but from a modern aesthetic point of view, this makeup looks like that of a wild ghost.
Fortunately, among so many people, she was the only one wearing this kind of makeup. Maybe she felt that Huaxia was not worthy of it.
"Everyone is ready, let's set off!"
Michiko Kowa walked out first as she spoke. I don't know if it was because of her status or the makeup on her face. All the Japanese people bowed and saluted her when they saw her.
The other girls followed her outside, and the little bells followed her step by step like a machine.
Soon we arrived outside the soup shop, and there was a vehicle waiting at the door.
Everyone got in the car, closed the door, started the car, and drove towards the intersection not far away at high speed.
Wang Tao also walked out of the door, his figure turned into a stream of light and rose into the sky, his consciousness locked on the convoy, and he took the lead in arriving at the door of the Emperor's residence.
"Hey! I'm not here for the emperor's palace."
Wang Tao's consciousness sensed that the convoy turned a corner and headed straight for the Yin Yang Shrine, and his face suddenly became blank.
It's just a pity that the Yin Yang Shrine has a strange power that his consciousness cannot penetrate.
Hey, it just so happens that I am also going to challenge the Eastern Shrine, so this is convenient and I can kill two birds with one stone.
Wang Tao soared into the sky again and stopped directly in front of the Yin Yang Shrine.
Sure enough, he waited boredly at the door for a while before the motorcade slowly came over.
The car door opened, and Chinese girls stepped out in various cosplay styles.
At this time, Onmyo Shrine opened, and several old slaves wearing Oriental costumes and black hats came out to greet them.
"The emperor and the Onmyoji have been waiting for a long time. Please come inside."
"Well, you take them in first, and I'll go see if the distinguished guests have arrived."
Michiko Kowa pointed at everyone.
"good."
The old slaves nodded. Michiko Kowa took out a paper horse from her pocket and patted it on her lap. Suddenly her whole body turned into an afterimage and disappeared in the distance.
Paper again?
Wang Tao was curious, thinking that the so-called spells in Yin Yang Palace were not all made of paper, right?
Just when he was wondering, the old Dongyang slave was leading the people and was about to walk in. At this moment, Wang Tao knew that the opportunity had come. He stood calmly as a demon in black armor and the little bell.
He was extremely fast and deliberately kept a low profile. None of the old slaves of Yin Yang Palace noticed him. Even if they did, Wang Tao would not be afraid. After all, he is also a cosplayer now.
The old Japanese slaves didn't notice, but the few people around him who were dressed as anime girls did.
"I want to meet the emperor with you."
Wang Tao spoke standard Mandarin, and all the girls suddenly looked dumbfounded and nodded, not betraying Wang Tao.
Following the old slave of Yin and Yang Palace, Wang Tao quietly tore off the paper figurines on Xiao Ling Ding's body.
Seeing that Little Bell was about to scream, he reached out and covered her mouth.
"Don't make a sound, it's me."
Xiao Lingdang turned her head and glanced at the familiar slave, the black-armored demon. Her expression was blank at first, and then she looked slightly happy.
"What happened to me just now? Why does it feel like I took a nap and then woke up and ended up here."
Little Bell asked in surprise.
"It's a long story. You'll know it later."
Wang Tao interrupted Little Bell's question.
"Why are you here? Where are your... family matters?"
Wang Tao asked tactfully.
As soon as Wang Tao finished asking, Xiao Lingdang's face turned bitter, her eyes were misty, and she looked like she was about to cry.
"I am a cosplay champion, and the organizer is from Japan, so I was invited to come to the Viking Seven Days Tour."
"oh!"
Wang Tao nodded and continued to look at the little bell. Sure enough, she thought of her family affairs, and her face turned pale and bloodless, with tears flowing down her cheeks.
Wang Tao was startled.
"My mother's case has become unsolved and has been temporarily sealed. Anyway, I have no relatives in my family, so I came out... Wuwu."
Little Lingdang shed tears as she spoke. Wang Tao saw that she was crying so sadly that he was afraid of being discovered, so he quickly pasted the paper manikin back up.