Qiao Xiqing stared into Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan's eyes, with such an understatement, that Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan's heart almost jumped out of her chest in an instant.
After a long while, he tightened the folding fan in his hand and felt that his throat felt inexplicably dry.
——The information revealed in Qiao Xi’s words simply made him afraid to think deeply.
However, he couldn't help but think deeply.
This is really too ridiculous.
If what this boy said is the truth, then is everything the Abe family has done in the past few hundred years just a scam?
…
Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan was greatly refreshed by Qiao Xi. After leaving in a daze, he never appeared again. Qiao Xi guessed that he was conducting investigations secretly and reorganizing his world view.
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cough.
However, a few hundred years later, things have changed in Kyoto. Hidemoto has not come to the flower garden, and Ibaraki has changed his image after the last limelight has passed, and is still wandering around Kabukicho. Occasionally, he can think of Qiao Xi's return.
Bring him some delicious food on this trip.
So Qiao Xi can be said to have been quite bored during this period of time.
After being idle for several days and even trying out the elegant daily activities among the nobility, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, Qiao Xi calmly wrote a greeting note and sent it to Huakaiyuan's house.
As the saying goes #If the mountain doesn't come, I'll leave it; if I go away, I'll leave it to the mountain#.
When she received the exquisite folded flower note, Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan felt a little confused.
——Among the people he knew, except for those pretentious nobles, no one would be so polite and send such an elegant greeting card before coming to visit.
However, looking at the elegant and unfamiliar handwriting on the paper, Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan didn't know what was going on. Suddenly, he thought of someone.
——No, it has not yet been determined whether the other party is a human or a monster.
Hanakain Hidemoto suddenly bent his eyes and laughed under the gaze of his shikigami next to him, which made the shikigami, who had a low IQ, feel very confused.
However, he was not at a loss for long before he was overwhelmed by a series of preparation orders issued by Hideyuan Hideyuan.
Not to mention the preparations Hanakaiin Hidemoto made enthusiastically to entertain Qiao Xi. Here, after Qiao Xi sent the invitation to the shikigami to Hanakaiin's house, he strolled to Kabukicho.
Speaking of which, although Ibaraki's scenes linger here, whether it was hundreds of years ago or now, Qiao Xi has never come to watch it a few times.
He didn't even say hello to Ibaraki in advance. He just dressed up like an ordinary nobleman from Kyoto and walked into Kabukicho with a smile.
How should I put it? The atmosphere on this street is indeed different from the atmosphere on a normal street. That’s probably what the so-called #火狐花# means.
——Well, it just feels like the taste is a bit strong.
Qiao Xi frowned, raised her hand to cover her nose with a fan, then raised her eyes and looked around curiously.
Such a young and noble boy, the clean temperament on his body and the curious look in his eyes all told everyone on the street that this little guy in front of them was undoubtedly still a baby.
——This is especially obvious in the eyes of the kabuki dancers smiling coquettishly in the attic on the road.
Qiao Xi looked around for a while and found that there was actually nothing interesting to see here. Speaking carefully, except for the custom shops, there was no big difference from ordinary streets - oh, one thing is the aura of the humans here.
It seems to generally be darker.
Qiao Xi only watched for a while and then lost interest. After thinking about it, she stopped a random passerby and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, is the famous Ci Ziji on this street?"
What he stopped was a woman who was hurriedly passing by with her head lowered.
The woman wore a bright yellow kimono. Although it was layered, a large piece of snow-white chest was exposed to the air.
Her hair was neatly tied up in a bun, with only a pair of silver hairpins inserted into it. She also had a low eyebrow when she walked. She looked no different from most women on this street.
——The reason why Qiao Xi chose her was just because she felt that this woman's soul was quite bright.
The moment the woman was pulled by Qiao Xi, there was a flash of panic in her eyes. However, when he noticed Qiao Xi himself, he quickly calmed down. His eyebrows were slightly lowered, and after a salute, he answered in a soft voice.
Qiao Xi’s question:
"Good day, sir. Are you talking about Ibarakase? This is 1-chome, and Ibarako-hime is in the best attic on 2-chome from there."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to point Qiao Xi in a direction. Both her movements and her expression were humble and impeccable.
Qiao Xi glanced at her, said nothing, thanked her in a low voice, and then walked in the direction pointed out by the woman.
The moment the woman heard him thank her, her eyes widened in surprise, and she even suddenly raised her head and looked at him inexplicably.
However, after Qiao Xi thanked him, he left neatly. When the woman looked up, she only saw the soft profile of his face when he turned around, and a clean-looking back that was incompatible with the street.
The woman took a breath, gritted her teeth, stared at Qiao Xi's back and hesitated to speak, but in the end, without saying anything, she lowered her head and hurried away in one direction just like before.
She didn't notice that the moment she lowered her head, the young man who had already walked into the crowd suddenly turned back and glanced at this corner.
Qiao Xi narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at the woman, and then turned around and walked towards Nichome.
That woman had a very faint aura of evil about her.
But it's not something important.
Qiao Xi shook her head secretly and forgot about that woman. He turned from this street and with just one glance, he knew why the introduction of the woman just now was so concise and concise.
In fact, the characteristics of the so-called best loft are too obvious.
Among the houses that are new or old, tall or short, all with the same style, a castle-style attic suddenly pops up, with a strong sense of presence like standing out from a flock of chickens.
The breeze had already sent the bustling sounds and Ibaraki's demonic energy over there. Qiao Xi stood there and watched from a distance, frowning with some hesitation, and looked up at the overwhelming formation of evil thoughts entangled in the attic.
The black mist suddenly made me want to sigh deeply.