I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

The swaying shadows of the trees blurred the vision, but could not conceal the chilling murderous intent.

"how……"

Hattori Heiji was startled by his sudden reaction. Before he could come to his senses, he heard a low growl.

"careful!"

On the other side, Conan finally reacted at this time. He shouted and rushed over to push him away, and then he also rolled to the ground.

At the same time, the arrow on the bow flew out with a whoosh sound, cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The landing point... was Ooka Momiji, who was right between the positions of Serabelle and Hattori Heiji.

Eh?

Ooka Hongye obviously didn't expect that she would become a target.

Although she was born into the prestigious Ooka family, to put it bluntly, she was just a 17-year-old high school girl. At best, she had been practicing karuta since she was a child. Her physical fitness and reaction speed were much better than those of ordinary girls, but she was not yet at the level of a martial artist.

Especially when facing danger, the fear that came from her body's instinct made her freeze in place.

And the deadly cold light arrived in the blink of an eye.

At the critical moment, someone stretched out his hand to block her.

chant--!

A gust of wind blew, and maple leaves fell all over the mountain, dyeing the mountains into dark red spots.

Chapter 418 Ooka Momiji is just using saliva to disinfect

"Sierra!"

"stop!"

Conan and Hattori Heiji, who successfully dodged the flying arrows, exclaimed almost simultaneously.

Ooka Hongye, who almost became a target of shooting, opened her mouth slightly and stood there in disbelief.

The mountain breeze blew, and the world seemed to fall into silence in an instant.

Tick.

A drop of warm blood seeped out from between the boy's fingers, like a soft and pure red jade, falling to the ground under the pull of gravity and shattered into pieces.

Call ~

Serabelle let out a sigh of relief, opened her five fingers, threw away the arrow that had been clenched in the middle and turned dark red, raised her head and looked at the archer on the hillside expressionlessly.

This time he saw it clearly.

It was a person wearing a windbreaker and a hood, with his face covered with an old man's mask from Noh drama. Because the clothes he wore were thicker in winter, it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman just by looking at his appearance.

He seemed to be shocked by Serabelle's ability to catch the arrow with bare hands. He kept holding the bow in one hand and the other hand empty after shooting the arrow.

The pupils under the mask reflected the boy's middle finger raised firmly with his injured right hand.

"This... Kudo! Let's chase him!"

Hattori Heiji's kendo skills were not learned in vain. Faced with a series of sudden events, he reacted earlier than Conan. He patted the latter on the shoulder and rushed quickly towards the nearest mountain steps.

Conan was forced to come back to his senses by him. He didn't have time to think too much and could only follow him with his short legs.

Seeing that two of the four men were already rushing towards him, the archer no longer hesitated. He put the bow and quiver on his back and turned around to flee into the depths of the mountain. Judging from his agile and flexible posture, he was obviously an expert.

"Ah~"

Only after watching the three people disappear from her sight did Serabelle walk step by step to the steps in front of the shrine and sit down, shaking her hands as if she was annoyed.

Then a few more drops of blood fell.

"Wait a minute... don't move, let me take a look."

Ooka Hongye, who was still in shock, quickly ran over and sat down beside him. She stretched out her hands and carefully held up the boy's blood-stained right hand.

With his palm facing the sky and five fingers spread out, a rather hideous and scary blood groove ran through the middle of his palm from top to bottom.

That was the price Serabelle paid for forcibly catching the shot arrow.

"I'm fine. It just looks scary, but it's just a superficial wound."

As Serabelle said this, she tried to pull her hand back, but she couldn't pull it out after just a little effort.

He was firmly grasped by Ooka Momiji.

The Kyoto girl frowned her beautiful brows and looked down at the wound with worried eyes.

"You... it hurts, right?"

"It's not bad."

Serabelle's voice was extremely calm.

It stands to reason that it is almost impossible for a person to catch an arrow with his hands, unless special effects and fantasy elements are added to film and television works. You must know that at medium distances, the lethality of a bow and arrow is no less than that of a bullet fired from a gun.

The reason why he was successful was due to the word "be careful", which successfully made the murderer's hand tremble.

In fact, the masked archer should have been aiming at Hattori Heiji at the beginning, but he failed to launch a sneak attack and was discovered instead. When he temporarily changed the target, he failed to adjust the bowstring to the best level, so the force of the bowstring could not be fully released.

But even so, the lethality of that arrow is not something that the human body can withstand.

And because time was urgent, the situation at the time was not enough for Serabelle to make two consecutive actions of reaching out and grabbing Ooka Momiji's shoulder and pulling her back.

And if he sacrificed himself to block it, it would be a death sentence.

In comparison, catching the arrow with bare hands and only suffering minor flesh wounds is the most cost-effective approach.

"It must still hurt."

Ooka Hongye shook her head. She didn't believe what Serabelle said about the flesh wounds not being painful.

Anyone who is injured will feel pain, let alone when the blood is flowing so much, how can it not hurt?

Thinking of this, she hooked the hair hanging on the side of her cheek with one hand, lowered her head slightly and spoke softly.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Ok?

Serabelle realized what she might have to do next.

The next second, a warm and moist touch with a slight itchy and tingling sensation came from the wound on the palm of my hand.

Looking down, he saw the Kyoto girl in a yukata, like a kitten, burying her head in his palm with her eyes slightly closed, sticking out her tongue, and licking the blood around the wound bit by bit.

“What…are you doing?!”

All the hair on Serabelle's body stood up.

He was not worried that Ooka Hongye would take the opportunity to do something to his wound, but this feeling was really too strange.

It feels a bit comfortable, a bit shameful, and a bit... astringent.

However, Ooka Hongye did not stop at all and did not explain. She only raised her head slowly after licking all the wounds clean. A warm smile bloomed on her beautiful face.

"Of course it's for disinfection. Saliva contains lysozymes and immunoglobulins, which can kill bacteria and eliminate viruses."

"I know this……"

Serabelle's voice suddenly stopped.

Saliva can certainly be used for disinfection, but wouldn’t it have the same effect if he just wiped it with hydrogen peroxide when he gets home?

He wanted to say that, but when he thought of the Kyoto girl who had just buried her head in his hand and was concentrating on disinfecting it for him, he couldn't say it.

Bah——!

At this moment, the sound of cloth tearing reached Serabelle's ears.

Following the sound, I saw Ooka Momiji pulling the sleeve of her yukata with one hand and tearing a piece of cloth off it.

"you……"

Serabelle was surprised.

But before he could say anything, Ooka Hongye held up his right hand again, helped wrap the torn cloth strip around it as gauze, and spoke as she tied a knot.

"Don't worry, clothes are washed every day. I just put on this bathrobe at noon, and it's still very clean."

"..."

It was too late to stop her now, and Serabelle could only watch her bandage her hand bit by bit.

"Yukata, I'll compensate you."

"what?"

Ooka Hongye was slightly stunned, but soon started smiling again.

"No need to compensate, I don't like this word, but if you change it to 'give it away', I would be happy to accept it... Well, compared to this, what should we do next? Hattori-kun and that little Conan have already gone after him, should we follow them?"

"No, let's go down the mountain."

Serabelle stood up and said.

He had no intention of chasing from the beginning. Besides, it would be too late to catch up after such a long time. Besides, the other party had weapons in their hands, but they didn't have any weapons. Even if they really caught up, whether they could deal with the other party was another question.

To sum up, it is better to go down the mountain directly.

Serabelle did not say the above reasons herself, and Ooka Momiji did not ask specifically, but just stood up and followed with a smile.

Five minutes later, the two returned to the parking lot at the foot of the mountain and met Hattori Heiji and Conan, who were out of breath after chasing them all the way but failed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch up with him in the end. He ran away."

When he thought of the chase on the mountain just now, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but grin.

"Damn, that guy ran too fast..."

"It's okay. If you can't catch up, then you can't catch up."

Serabelle nonchalantly got on the motorcycle and indicated that it was almost time to go back.

Just as he gripped the accelerator, he inadvertently saw the cloth belt on Hattori Heiji's hand and was stunned for a moment. After a little thought, he quickly turned to Ooka Momiji and saw that there was obviously a big piece of his cuff missing.

Suddenly his eyes widened.

Damn... this is an affair!

Chapter 419 This is a girl’s underwear!

Because Serabelle was injured and the criminal escaped, the afternoon's investigation had to be declared over.

Of course, even so, by the time Ooka Momiji and his group of four returned to Sannoji, it was already just after five in the afternoon.

Just as winter evenings always come earlier than summer mornings.

As the sun sets, two motorcycles are parked side by side in front of the temple gate, which is usually seldom visited, and there is also a black luxury car with a maple leaf as the family emblem.

Standing by the car door was a young man with long black wavy hair and a stern temperament. He was wearing a long trench coat and a bow tie, and looked like a butler or something like that.

Seeing Ooka Momiji getting out of the back seat of Serabel's car, the stern man stepped forward and bowed.

"Miss, I'm here to pick you up."

"Well, thank you for the trip, Iori. Please get in the car first."

"Yes."

After receiving the order from his eldest lady, Iori Muga had no objection. He just lowered his body a little further as a second bow, then stood up, opened the driver's door and returned to the car.

And the moment he turned around, his gaze seemed to intentionally or unintentionally sweep across Serabelle and Hattori Heiji, leaving no trace.

It was not until she heard the sound of a car door closing behind her that Ooka Momiji smiled at Serabelle again.

"Thank you, Sera-kun, for saving me today. I'm also sorry that you got hurt. However, I have to go back today due to time constraints. If it's convenient, can I ask what time you will come to Kyoto tomorrow?"

Based on what Serabelle revealed during the kendo tournament, that she was "invited by Hattori Heiji to visit Osaka," she deduced that the latter's current residence should be in Osaka rather than Kyoto, and thus raised this question.

But it sounded different to Serabelle.

After all, I just encountered such a thing today, and I am still thinking about doing it again tomorrow... Logically, shouldn't I be so scared that I dare not go out for a week?

Are you really a rich girl who never leaves the house?