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"Brother, you are not authentic."

The Martial Saint squatted on the side of the road, holding a bucket of oden in his hands, chirping quietly.

On the first night in Japan, Boss Jiang was very understanding and did not let him stay in the wabi-sabi garden. Instead, he took him out to see the nightlife of Tokyo.

This is Shinjuku.

That's right.

This is the area where the famous Kabukicho is located, and it is also home to cinemas, bars, entertainment shops, nightclubs, love hotels... In short, this is the largest "red light district" in Asia.

Even though the economy suffered a severe blow last year, it did not affect the bustle and prosperity here, and tourists of different skin colors flocked here.

Wusheng was squatting in a very good position, facing the archway of "Kabukicho Ichibangai".

The place is brightly lit and filled with an ambiguous fragrance. It is clearly spring, but one can feel the heat all over the body. Sexy girls dressed up in flamboyant clothes are flirting and openly flirting with passers-by.

Logically speaking, the Martial Saint has been fascinated by this place for a long time. Now that his wish has come true tonight, he should be overjoyed, reading poetry and books. However, as he is eating oden, his face is filled with frustration.

Sister Liuli was also brought out for a walk, and was right next to him, but that was secondary.

The key point is...some people don't have martial ethics!

He actually called his sister!

"You want to come to Kabukicho, don't you? Why am I not authentic?"

Jiang Chen argued convincingly.

Yes.

Complaints are complaints.

But didn't he still fulfill this kid's wish?

The Martial Saint's eyes became even more resentful. He vented his anger by swallowing the fish ball on the skewer. Then he stood up and gave it his all.

"Go in and take a look!"

Jiang Chen asked: "Are you sure?"

"It's okay to take a look, right? We're here now."

The Martial Saint is still very clear-headed. He is already at the door. It doesn't make much difference whether he steps through the archway or not.

If my sister really wants to break his legs, it won’t make any difference whether I go in or not.

"Brother, if you are afraid, you and Sister Liuli can go somewhere else. We will meet here again in an hour."

I don't know if this guy is trying to provoke me or really wants to act alone.

But Jiang Chen would never really abandon him. The security in Tokyo is much better than those places in Myanmar. But if the Martial Saint accidentally got lost in such a place, Lan Peizhi would definitely use force against him.

"You are a minor. If you wander around a place like this alone, the police will take you away in no time."

Looking at the fascinating Kabukicho Ichibangai across the street, Jiang Chen pondered for a while, and then, as if he had made an extremely difficult decision, he sighed and said reluctantly: "Then I'll take you in for a look. But don't tell your sister."

The Martial Saint felt a tightness in his chest and looked at the other party in disbelief, wanting to vomit blood for a moment.

Fortunately, it is ripe now.

If we had just met, he would have definitely started swearing at me.

"Let's go."

Boss Jiang calmly walked towards Kabukicho Ichibangai across the street. He did not regard Duanmu Liuli, who was accompanying him, as an outsider at all, nor did he seem to treat her as a woman.

But that's not quite right.

Who says women can't visit places like this?
There are quite a few female compatriots on the busy streets, and there are also many foreign female customers who are obviously not of yellow skin color.

Don't be influenced by stereotypes.

The consumer groups in the red-light district are not necessarily all men. The female market should not be underestimated. You should know that gigolos are also a major feature of Kabukicho.

There are endless wealthy ladies who spend lavishly on entertainment here.

The Martial Saint followed closely behind the two adults, and when he stepped under the brightly lit archway, he threw away the oden in his hand.

Their outfit did not attract any extra attention here. As a world-famous red-light district, there are too many strange-looking people here.

Just like the oden that the Martial Saint just threw away, before stepping into that archway, ethics, morals, shame... all need to be abandoned, leaving only the unbridled desires and passions!
You will be outside, and your orders will not be accepted.

The elder sister's dignity gradually fell into the fragrant breeze that passed by.

Wu Sheng's thoughts wandered, and he was moved by the scene. Looking at the signs posted on the doors of stores prohibiting people under 18 from entering, he said with emotion: "It would be great if I could grow up quickly."

Jiang Chen subconsciously glanced at Taoist Duanmu.

I found that he was quite calm, with a face like a mirror, and he looked independent and aloof, totally unaffected by the lights and nightlife around him.

Jiang Chen definitely wouldn't believe that the other party had no idea what kind of place this was.

The Taoist sister is no longer the same as before.

"He said he wanted to go in and see the show."

Worried that others didn't hear him, Jiang Chen deliberately gave hints and analyzed the Martial Saint's thoughts.

"What show?"

Duanmu Liuli asked.

Jiang Chen said solemnly, "A performance without clothes."

Human nature under desire is also a part of the mundane world.

Duanmu Liuli was not provoked. The Taoist sister's personality was much gentler than her senior sister's, and she replied touchingly.

“One’s deeds do not count one’s heart.”

Jiang Chen was struck by lightning, as if he had been enlightened. He looked like he had received great instruction from a master, "I will teach you."

"I'll go, I know this store."

Wu Sheng suddenly stopped and focused on a brothel on the street.

"Kitano Mina worked here!"

Who?
The times still belong to the young.

Jiang Chen's knowledge was indeed limited, but he also discovered that this kid was indeed well versed in Japan's intangible cultural heritage.

"From now on, except on weekends off, keep his computer and mobile phone under strict control."

Jiang Chen instructed Duanmu Liuli.

Wu Sheng heard this and finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Brother, you're going to raise other people's umbrellas when the weather is sunny, right?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help laughing.

“And I don’t watch it very often.”

The Martial Saint cried out for injustice.

"So you know so much?"

"Because these are all famous actors, brother, do you dare to say that you don't know or have not seen them?"

Jiang Chen shook his head. It wasn't that he was pretending to be a gentleman in front of the Taoist sister. He really hadn't seen anything wild and had a clear conscience.

"I've seen Yua Mikami."

"Ah."

The Martial Saint smiled triumphantly, with an expression that showed that he had been exposed.

"I'm talking about reality."

Jiang Chen is neither salty nor bland.

Several people continued to move forward.

"Have you ever seen Yua Mikami filming?!"

Wu Sheng opened his eyes wide, "Is this true?"

Jiang Chen was caught off guard and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

We can't blame the kid for making wild assumptions, it's just that his expression was indeed rather vague.

"I mean the right place."

The Martial Saint was cheered up and had no doubt about it.

What level is the other party and what grade is the actress.

If Brother Jiang Chen was willing, he had no doubt that the top ten actresses on the list would line up to perform live for Brother Jiang Chen at the mansion.

"Brother, does it look different from the movie?"

"do not know."

Almost fell into the trap again.

"Brother, don't you like Julia? Why don't you call her over tonight?"

"What are you calling for?"

"Let's chat."

I'm not exaggerating. It is definitely a novel experience to meet the actresses in real life who I have only seen on the screen.

"Do you know how old he is?"

"Brother, you are mistaken. I just have great respect for people's artists like them and want to communicate with them face to face." "Then you should call your sister first and talk to her first to convince her."

"Brother, you can't do this. You have to show your dignity as a man. If you are so afraid of my sister, how can you hold your head up in the future?"

This kid knows how to sow discord.

"You don't understand how hard your sister hit you."

Jiang Chen, who had experienced it more than once, sighed in the tone of a veteran, saying that they were not outsiders and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Isn't there Sister Liuli here?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

"What? One beats you, and the other beats me?"

Boss Jiang's self-awareness made the silent Duanmu Liuli smile slightly, and the bustling Ichiban Street was instantly eclipsed.

"gentlemen."

Zhang Tailang, the housekeeper, suddenly called and reported some news. Jiang Chen said, "Well, I'll be back soon."

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

I had been planning on finding a normal bar to sit in, but it looks like that plan has been ruined.

"gone."

He hung up the phone and said.

Wu Sheng was still not satisfied, "I haven't finished shopping yet."

"When you are eighteen, come on your own."

I had no choice but to turn back.

After entering the garden and having some supper, Wu Sheng asked, "Brother, what happened that made you rush back?"

"It's okay, go to bed."

Jiang Chen asked the two to rest, and then went straight back to his bedroom.

"Sister Liuli..."

The Martial Saint watched his back and then looked towards Duanmu Liuli.

Duanmu Liuli ignored him and went back to her room alone. It was unclear whether she was sleepy or watching a TV series.

So Wu Sheng could only walk towards his bedroom, and as he walked, he turned back and looked in the direction of Jiang Chen's room.

"Wow."

Jiang Chen, who had returned temporarily, opened the sliding door and saw a woman standing in his bedroom, facing the dead vine bonsai in the corner. She was wearing a black dress with lace edges, her hair was tied up, and she wore a slightly tilted hat and silk gloves, all of which were black.

correct.

And stockings.

The sexy black stockings outline her perfect legs, and her slender feet wrapped in stockings are stepping on the floor without shoes.

"Wow."

Jiang Chen entered the room and closed the door again.

The woman who was admiring the bonsai of withered vines seemed to be startled by this. She slowly turned around. Her hat brim was covered with black mesh, half hiding her face.
Looking into each other's eyes.

The two of them were silent and didn't speak to each other.

silence.

Quiet.

I want to talk about it.

"Clap."

A hazy tear dripped from the corner of the eye, flowed down the cheek half-covered by the black mesh, and shattered on the floor.

Jiang Chen had no choice but to speak first.

"How did you come?"

The other party didn't say anything. Suddenly, she moved forward, took small steps and turned into a run, and threw herself into Jiang Chen's arms like a young swallow flying into the forest.

Boss Jiang was hit hard, but luckily he was in good physical condition and did not stagger. He stood still, but he didn't know where to put his hands for a moment.

The other party didn't care at all, perhaps because there was no one around, and his arms had already wrapped around his waist.

The gentleman is careful not to deceive the dark room.

You can't only pay attention to your behavior when you are around others.

What's more, she is the future princess.

"Shouldn't you be busy with the funeral?"

Jiang Chen didn't know where to put his hands. It would be inappropriate to push the other person away at this special moment, so he could only let them hang naturally.

This outfit.

This kind of troublesome temperament.

Who else could it be.

Fujiwara no Reiji, who had just lost her father, had lost her former seductive appearance and became like a withered poppy, soft and fragile.

"Don't talk yet, okay."

At the same time, she used more and more force in her arms, and it was unclear whether she wanted to strangle Jiang Chen to death or rub herself into his body.

Even if Boss Jiang did not move or become distracted, if this scene were to spread, he would certainly be charged with insulting the future princess, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs would probably come to visit him.

So sometimes being active or passive doesn’t really matter.

As a man, even if the other party is engaged now, there is still a past between the two of you.

It was he who actually took away the chastity of this beauty.

of course.

Jiang Chen is definitely not a moral saint, but at a time like this, out of human nature, he will definitely provide the other party with some support.

The bedroom became quiet again.

The atmosphere seems sad, but for some reason, there is a faint fragrance floating in the air.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the beautiful snake in my arms finally moved. She stood up slightly, but her expression could not be seen because of the brim of her hat.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Jiang Sang."

"Ms. Fujiwara's filial piety to the head of the Fujiwara family is very touching. If the head of the Fujiwara family is still alive, he will definitely feel comforted."

"Is Jiang Sang still blaming Li Ji?"

Fujiwara Reiki raised her head. The mesh under the brim of her hat did not hide her charm, but instead played a catalytic role, making her even more seductive. Especially since her eyelashes were wet at this time, she was simply alluring.

Her chin was slightly raised, her lips were plump, her breath was as sweet as orchid, and her pearly teeth were slightly exposed, as if tempting people to bite her hard.

"If I blamed you, I wouldn't have come."

If the Martial Saint were here, he would not only regard Jiang Chen as an idol, but would definitely regard him as a god.

What a great concentration this is.

"Jiang Sang, your heart tells me that you are lying."

The hand wearing a velvet glove placed on Jiang Chen's heart and moved slowly.

what happened?
It was just a tragedy, how come it turned into a love story in the blink of an eye?

It seems that Boss Jiang has the qualities of an actor, and he is even calmer than a great monk.

"Your Highness, please respect yourself."

In fact, if the title of princess was changed to female donor, it would probably be more appropriate.

"Why should I respect myself, Jiang Sang? You are my man and I am your woman. You can deceive your consciousness but not your body. If you don't believe me, look at Li Ji's eyes. Do you see your eyes? Your eyes are so full."

The other hand raised and began to stroke Jiang Chen's chin.

"Did you forget to shave because you came here in such a hurry?"

she whispered.

Outside the room.

Separated by a wall.

wrong.

It's just separated by a door.

The Martial Saint tiptoed, very carefully, not even daring to breathe loudly.

He lay down beside the door and put his ear close to it. Although he couldn't hear clearly, he knew that there was clearly a woman inside!
Sure enough, I guessed it right.

I came back in a hurry and found out there was something fishy!
Brother Jiang Chen is still good at pretending.

He acted very righteously in Kabukicho Ichibangai, but ended up secretly calling someone home.

There are so many things I need to learn!
This is right.

Brother Jiang Chen is also a man, not the chief eunuch. He has been wandering around No. 1 Street for so long, how could he not have any ideas?

Thinking of this, the Martial Saint was in high spirits, holding his breath and concentrating, with his ears pressed even closer. (End of this chapter)