I have ten trillion licking dog gold

After the storm, there was an eerie silence.

Seeing Jiang Chen's "distorted" expression, Wu Sheng was dumbfounded.

What do you mean?
The meaning is quite obvious.

The defeated female thief was clearly an acquaintance.

Also.

Use your brain to think.

Could a thief possibly sneak into a place like the Chunqiu Hua Mansion?

Duanmu Liuli turned around, her face calm and composed, and stared at the person who was slowly approaching.

For her, it was probably just a warm-up.

Boss Jiang originally intended to confront the Daoist nun with the martial arts manual that the Martial Saint had translated into the "Sunflower Manual," but plans change. At this moment, he couldn't care less about the "Sunflower Manual" issue and walked up to the Daoist nun, explaining, "It's a misunderstanding."

In his memory, the Taoist nun and Sakura had never met.

That's right.

The female thief sitting on the ground with blood at the corner of her mouth, who else could it be but Sakura?

No wonder they only dodged and didn't fight back. All these seemingly strange phenomena actually have understandable reasons.

Mr. Jiang felt a mix of emotions.

This misunderstanding has become quite serious.

I don't know how badly he was injured.

But then again...

Can we blame him?
He's not a god, how could he have predicted that Sakura would suddenly appear in the East China Sea?

and.

They even covered their faces.

wrong.

Is covering one's face a valid reason for not being recognized?

If it were just a casual acquaintance, it would be understandable, but with Sakura, is that a normal relationship?

Those who frequently browse Japanese art films can accurately identify which teacher it is even without seeing their face or with it blurred.

"Sister, are you okay?"

The martial arts master rushed over. The kid reacted too quickly, making a move to help her up, but Ying got up from the ground on her own.

The Martial Saint watched in awe, utterly amazed.

Like his sister, Duanmu Liuli was instinctively considered to be inhuman in his mind, but this sister, who was also incredibly beautiful, was no ordinary person either.

lose.

It's not shameful.

It depends on who you lose to.

If it were someone else, could they get up on their own?
We'll probably have to call an ambulance to take him away right away.

"Sister, how are you feeling? Should we go to the hospital?"

Upon discovering that he knew Jiang Chen, Wu Sheng immediately began to fawn over him, calling him "sister" repeatedly in an almost nauseatingly affectionate manner.

This kid.

Influenced by Lan Peizhi, he actually had a very high opinion of himself, but Ying's strength just now won his approval.

Sakura seemed a little uncomfortable with the Martial Saint's overly familiar manner, after all, she was a death warrior and not good at socializing, so she just shook her head silently.

The Martial Saint turned his head, glanced around at the messy ground, then ran to the crooked tissue box, pulled out a tissue, ran back and handed it over.

"Wipe it off, sister."

Sakura silently accepted it, then coughed twice, the blood at the corner of her mouth thickening.

The Martial Saint sighed, "Alas! Isn't this like the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple?"

This kid can be quite useful sometimes.

At least his jokes kept the atmosphere from becoming too awkward.

Of course, he couldn't blame Duanmu Liuli. Looking at the pale, blood-spitting Ying, Jiang Chen wanted to laugh, but it was a bitter laugh.

"How did you come."

"Brother, why don't we sit down and talk? This sister probably needs to rest too."

The Martial Saint's considerate words.

That makes sense.

The sofa thankfully escaped damage and didn't tip over.

The Martial Saint sensed that this mysterious and furtive woman didn't seem to like people getting close, so he didn't presume to help her up. He stepped over the mess on the ground and tried to lift the coffee table, but it was too heavy, so he had to give up after trying.

"Look how messed up this is."

After everyone was seated, he sighed deeply, stealing all of Boss Jiang's lines.

"Sister, please don't mind. You were wearing a mask, so my brother couldn't recognize you. Didn't you tell him you were coming?"

Jiang Chen didn't scold him for talking too much.

Isn't that a very reasonable point?

The Martial Saint discovered a pattern: female warriors with high martial arts skills seemed to be relatively quiet. His sister was like that, Sister Duanmu was like that, and this unfamiliar beauty was no exception.

It was incredibly embarrassing to completely ignore him.

"Brother, sister, what is your surname?"

So the Martial Saint could only look at his brother Jiang Chen and try to make conversation. At this moment, he was the only one who could break the ice.

"cherry."

Jiang Chen said that he wasn't incapable of distinguishing right from wrong, so how could he not sense that the Martial Saint was helping to ease the atmosphere?

"cherry?"

The Martial Saint was stunned for a moment, then quickly glanced at Ying again. As if sensing something, his eyes changed strangely. He looked away and asked Jiang Chen in a low voice, "A Japanese?"

Mr. Jiang grunted in response.

The Martial Saint was surprised, then suddenly realized.

No wonder!
No wonder he always felt something was off. Although he had black eyes and yellow skin, he just seemed a bit strange. It turned out to be his little life.

For some reason, the Martial Saint suddenly thought of Princess Mei.

The other party has been acting a bit strange lately, and today a highly skilled female martial artist appeared.

Is it a coincidence?

The Martial Saint seemed to be deep in thought, his eyes gleaming, but he kept his mouth shut.

Duanmu Liuli, who hit someone, certainly wouldn't speak up, and of course, she wouldn't apologize.

Jiang Chen wouldn't ask her to apologize. "Take Martial Saint up first."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist nun quickly stood up without any hesitation, showing no concern for the person's safety whatsoever. Her entire behavior was unusually efficient.

Perhaps because of the misunderstanding, she was actually a little embarrassed?

"Brother, it's okay, I'll just clean up."

The Martial Saint didn't want to leave; he wasn't satisfied after watching such a spectacular action scene.

"You don't need to clean; your task is to study."

Tsk.

That's incredibly responsible.

The Martial Saint was speechless. Under Boss Jiang's murderous gaze, he could only reluctantly follow Duanmu Liuli away, turning back every few steps.

Needless to say, in this state, it would be impossible for him to concentrate on studying.

The two children went upstairs.

On the first floor of the war-damaged mansion, only a man and a woman, whose relationship is hard to describe, sit facing each other.

According to that enchanting Fujiwara Reiki, this was a maidservant, but Jiang Chen grew up under the red flag and, as a proud Young Pioneer, had his principles.

That's why his mindset was so complicated at that moment.

"Is it really not serious?"

After the atmosphere had settled sufficiently, he spoke, breaking the silence.

"Small injury."

Sakura, clutching a blood-stained handkerchief, said briefly.

Jiang Chen nodded.

He didn't doubt that the other party was exaggerating.

Sakura is a suicide squad member.

As a suicide soldier, he was destined to be a veteran of countless battles. Although he did not witness the entire training process of the Fujiwara family's suicide soldiers, the success of one general is built on the bones of countless others.

The birth of a cherry blossom inevitably paves the way for countless corpses.

"What's up?"

After offering a brief and polite expression of concern, Jiang Chen got back to the main topic. At the same time, he thought of a possibility that stirred his emotions even more.

Cherry blossoms are shadows.

The shadow of Fujiwara Reiki.

If she appears in the East Sea, then what about Fujiwara no Reiki, that enchantress?

Is it far away?

Thinking about this, Jiang Chen's temples began to throb uncontrollably. He had thought he could finally get a good night's sleep, but now his headache only intensified. He was about to marry into the royal family; would they be so foolish as to come to the East Sea to "meet" him at this crucial moment?

No one else could do it.

But what if the target is that enchantress...?

You can let your imagination run wild with her.

"Yes, Miss has something to tell Mr. Jiang."

Geek!

Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat, and his expression involuntarily froze.

Really coming?
"What about her?"

Mr. Jiang's voice became low and even showed dissatisfaction and displeasure.

Nobody likes being coerced.

And he seemed to be kidnapped by the other party every time.

So here comes the question.

Many Japanese people view Fujiwara Reiki as a traitor, a national sellout, and a lackey of China.

But setting aside such a big issue as national and family affairs, if we only discuss the two of them, who is actually controlling whom?
Boss Jiang couldn't help but re-examine his relationship with that enchantress. If he let things continue, given her personality, the future was unpredictable. Was her marriage to Wataru Tetsuya also an opportunity for him to re-process his relationship with her?
You can get a divorce after you get married.

You can break up in a relationship.

Why can't his relationship with Fujiwara Reiki go back to normal and become a simple exchange of interests?
of course.

Faced with such a beauty, other men probably wouldn't have the willpower.

But he.

Have that confidence!
do not forget.

He also had a peerless martial arts manual tucked in his arms!

"The young lady is in Tokyo."

"I'm asking about her..."

and many more.

Jiang Chen, frowning, stopped talking, looked at Sakura in surprise, and asked for confirmation, "She's in Tokyo?"

Sakura nodded, and at the same time, coughed twice.

It might be a minor injury for a suicide squad member, but logically speaking, it's probably not a serious one.

Fortunately, the Taoist nun did not have any weapons; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

However, it was obvious that Sakura, who did not fight back, was not going all out.

"She sent you to the East China Sea to deliver a message to me?"

Sakura nodded.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen, who had been quietly relieved, couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of doubt.

What tricks are you doing?
If your mind isn't on the wedding, what tricks are you plotting?
What era is it?

Even in ancient times, people knew about using carrier pigeons to deliver messages.

Is it expensive to make a phone call?

Even though assassins are tools, this isn't how you use them, is it?

It's such a waste of resources.

"What is she trying to say?"

But this is Fujiwara no Reiki.

If she did what normal people do, she wouldn't be herself.

Despite his understanding, Mr. Jiang was still quite indignant. He said in a low voice, "Even if there are things that are inconvenient to say on the phone, you can still give me a heads-up in advance. Didn't she invite me to her wedding over the phone?"

Yes.

Is there anything more important than a wedding?

Even if it really is very important, there's no need to make it so mysterious, right?
Duanmu Liuli discovered this; if she hadn't, she would have been startled to see Sakura inside when she opened the door.

"Don't you know that people can be scared to death? Heart attacks are so common these days, and they're mostly affecting young people. Shouldn't you at least give me some mental preparation?"

Ok.

It's both reasonable and logical.

"Mr. Jiang doesn't need to attend the wedding banquet."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen, who was venting his dissatisfaction, paused and stared at Ying, who seemed to have no idea what was going on.

"What did you say?"

Sakura offered no explanation, but then, belatedly, asked, "Mr. Jiang, are you mentally prepared now?"

Seeing Ying's face was almost sickly pale, Jiang Chen stopped criticizing her.

"This is a one-time exception. You saw how close we came to this; she's not someone to mess with. If there's a next time, I can't guarantee what the consequences will be."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen couldn't help but interject, "Why don't you use your ninjutsu to leave first? You can come back another day."

He had witnessed ninja techniques such as smoke bombs.

But Sakura was just trying to move around.

She's an assassin.

And what about the Taoist nun sister?

A true female warrior.

For an assassin to show off their skills in front of a warrior is practically asking for trouble; one mistake and they're done for.

However, there must be a reason why Sakura didn't run away.

They're not letting him go to the wedding banquet anymore.

Is it really that big of a deal?

Are you worried that he'll overthink things?
This shows a lack of sensibility and judgment.

He's not a woman, he's not that sensitive and suspicious.

Furthermore.

Their relationship also needs to be re-examined.

"Tell your daughter that I actually don't want to go either. I wish her happiness."

Looking at the chaotic scene, Boss Jiang felt it was time to end this farce.

He was already overwhelmed by the domestic situation, so he had no energy left to deal with both domestic and international issues.

"Mr. Jiang, you've misunderstood. That's not what Miss meant."

Jiang Chen raised his hand, as if there was no need to ask any more questions, "I will communicate with your young lady personally. You can go back now."

go back?

Do you really think they're just neighbors coming over for a visit?
And you can't see the color at the corners of their mouths.

That's blood!
really.

No wonder that in the past, in the deep palaces or the inner quarters of wealthy families, maids and servants would spare no effort to win the favor of their masters.

Because if the master falls out of favor, one will also be caught in the crossfire.

"Tetsuya Watari is dead."

It shouldn't be considered direct, right?

Sakura has already asked.

It confirms that someone is psychologically prepared.

But to everyone's surprise, upon hearing just a few words, Boss Jiang instantly entered a meditative state.

It seems he was somewhat prepared, but not much.

It was as if an invisible, powerful being had frozen time. Tick-tock, after a dozen seconds, the supernatural power was withdrawn, and Boss Jiang regained his ability to speak.

"What did you say?"

"Tetsuya Watari is dead."

The character "樱" is repeated, with not a single word added, not a single word removed, and not a single word changed.

Jiang Chen gradually became expressionless, staring silently at Ying, who had just uttered such startling words, but his eyes seemed to be churning with countless emotions.

The good news came just a few days ago?
Suddenly they told him the groom was dead?
If Fujiwara Reiki said something like that to him, he definitely wouldn't take it seriously.

But this is cherry blossom.

And this is the East China Sea!
One minute they're announcing good news, the next they're announcing bad news?
There are many funerals that are celebrated, but who has ever seen a celebration that is also a funeral?

How do you offer favors?
One serving or two?
"Who did it?"

"Miss."

She was so damn blunt that even Jiang Chen couldn't take it anymore. His face twitched, and he almost lost control of his voice, "Is she crazy? What is she trying to do?!"

After saying that, the furious Boss Jiang made a gesture as if to make a phone call. If the call went through and he made the call with boiling emotions to question her, Ying's mission would be a complete failure, and the only way for her to apologize would be to commit seppuku.

So Sakura spoke up again.

"Miss is pregnant."

"Clang."

The call ultimately went unanswered.

The brand-new phone, only a few days old, lost its support and fell vertically to the ground. (End of Chapter)