I am a god in Tokyo

The glamorous oiran didn't care about his hostility. He rolled up his cuffs, revealing his arms as white as lotus root, and served good wine for Uehara Wuman. I have a lot to do with myself.

"People who come to Yoshiwara will have their memories reconstructed by it."

put down the flagon,

The oiran's tone was flat, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"People living in Yoshiwara are like birds in a cage. Not only do they have no freedom, they don't even know who they are, they don't know life and death, they don't know what to do, and they repeat their endless lives."

"what is it?"

Satoru Uehara drank fine wine slowly.

"Yoshihara."

Xin Yiniang still smiled, but her eyes were full of fear.

The lights were like beans, and the two answered.

Xiaodie sat aside, as if she understood something, but kept silent.

Uehara Satoru finally understands what is going on in Yoshiwara Flower Street. This street is where the anomaly lies.

That's right,

Not furtive, not spirits.

But grotesque!

The grotesque doesn't just appear in human form, or the human form is the best grotesque to solve, but there are many grotesques formed by towns, buildings, and even certain rules.

Uehara Satoru encountered two weird incidents,

A pipe grotesque,

It was easy to solve that time, and it was refined into a magic weapon with divine fire.

Tomie Kawakami once.

Even if he has Shenhuo, Uehara Satoru doesn't dare to make a move against Fu Jiang at present. In case Shenhuo just refines this Fu Jiang, which is harmless to other Fu Jiang, but reveals his biggest secret, the loss outweighs the gain.

And now, he encountered a third bizarre incident.

Yoshihara Flower Street.

Yoshihara Flower Street is a typical example, a grotesque event incarnated by some kind of anomalous phenomenon—as the consensus in the spiritual world is, grotesques do not die, nor do they make any sense.

"The people living in Yoshihara are all people who are hidden from the world?"

Uehara Satoru adjusted his breathing, only feeling terrified.

According to this, Yoshihara is not just Shenyin with more than 200 people. Uehara Satoru has walked all the way, and there are at least a thousand people in this street.

"I do not know."

Xin Yiniang shook her head, feeling a little sad.

"Like everyone else in Yoshiwara, my memory is also fictional. I don't have any impression of myself, and I forget everything in the past. People living in Yoshiwara will never die."

"Even if he dies, he will be re-fabricated with new memories and identities, and sent to Yoshihara."

Immortal Yoshihara.

Uehara Satoru doesn't squint, but he senses the darkness in all directions. According to this, the people living here are the ones who were swallowed by Yoshihara in the first place.

"Then what's the matter with you?"

Uehara Wu withdrew his thoughts and looked at Xin Yiniang with piercing eyes.

"Because I'm an oiran."

Xin Yiniang lowered her eyes: "The oiran can only grasp some of Yoshihara's rules to a limited extent. Before I became an oiran, Yoshiwara was a hell for women. I mastered this part of the rules and transformed Yoshihara."

That's why I saw a Yoshihara that was completely different from the one in history.

Uehara Satoru suddenly felt some admiration for this strange woman.

"but--"

Xin Yiniang didn't have any pride and pride, and her face was tired.

"Yoshihara has unchangeable rules. Women need to sell their bodies to make a living. I have tried my best to change the ecology of this street, but it is getting more and more dissatisfied with me."

It, of course, is 'Yoshihara'.

As a grotesque Yoshihara, it is impossible to give benefits in vain.

It was born out of the resentment of prostitutes, but it retaliates with absolute malice against prostitutes. What it wants to see is that prostitutes are abused by men, and they cannot escape forever. Men and women here only have carnal desires without true feelings.

Xin Yi Niang changed everything.

She raised the status of Yoshihara Younv, increased the price for men to chase women, and also brought true love to this street.

"Fortunately, although it is dissatisfied with me, if it wants to restore Yoshiwara to hell, it must first drive me down from the position of oiran." Xin Yiniang drank a lot of wine, her face flushed, but the corners of her mouth showed a disdainful smile .

"For the past five years, it has been preparing newcomers all the time, competing with me for the crown, but I have stepped on it all the time."

Yoshihara also plays by his own rules?

Uehara Satoru looked at the oiran's drunken and charming appearance, and stopped her from drinking.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Xin Yiniang sat upright, glanced at the silent but elusive Xiaodie, sighed softly, and then turned serious.

"You are the only one who entered Yoshihara and still retains the memory."

Uehara Satoru's memory is shared with the main body, even if the memory is modified, it can be retrieved from the main body.

The oiran took two steps back and saluted Uehara Goku.

Her long hair fell down, her kimono drooped slightly, revealing round shoulders like jade, the stunning beauty raised her head, her red lips parted slightly.

"Mr. Aoki, please save us!"

pS: After carefully reading the post and the comments, I also know the problem

The plot is too flat, this is indeed a problem, I will continue to study, and write the following plots wonderfully, but the plot is too slow...I have deleted all unnecessary branches

My fault

In the next volume, I will limit the number of words to 18 words, and I will not engage in this kind of double main line thing

Chapter 120 Nine

Beauty begged,

No matter how tough a hero is, he will also be emotionalized by tenderness.

Even Xiaodie, who didn't say a word, couldn't help looking sadly at Shang Yuan Wu when she saw the confident and elegant Oiran Empress in the past, crouching in front of the man.

"Feel sorry."

Uehara Satoru shook his head slowly, not being moved by the beauty.

"I can't help you guys."

He naturally heard Xin Yiniang's hidden meaning.

If it was just one or two people, he might be able to save them, but Xin Yiniang wanted Uehara Satoru to save everyone in Yoshihara.

Uehara Satoru couldn't do it,

At least not now.

Yoshihara Flower Street is a grotesque anomaly, able to fabricate memory identities at will, and create such a heterogeneous space under the present world. Not to mention the current Uehara Satoru, even if the god himself comes here, he is helpless.

The divine fire can indeed sacrifice the grotesque,

But this piece of alien space is not something to be compared with the grotesqueness of human figures. Even if Uehara Satoru is hollowed out, the magic fire created may not necessarily cause any harm to it.

"Master Aoki!"

Xiaodie eagerly got up, but was stopped by the oiran.

Xin Yiniang straightened up, most of the simple kimono slipped off her shoulders, her black hair fell down, and lay in front of her white and smooth body, covering up the beautiful scenery.

She was neither dissatisfied nor surprised.

He just watched Uehara Satoshi silently for a while, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a comfortable smile.

"Mr. Aoki, you should be clear, whether you can do it or not, as long as you agree now...or just pretend to agree, you can ask me anything tonight."

Xiaodie was a little dazed.

Uehara Satoru sighed in his heart, he deserves to be an oiran, and he has a good grasp of people's hearts.

Yes,

Xin Yiniang asked him to save Yoshihara, which was a seller's market, and she didn't know if Uehara Wu had such abilities.

Uehara Satoru can take this as a coercion and act recklessly.

Even if he took Xia Zhiqiu to pat his ass and leave after he was happy, there was nothing Xin Yiniang could do. Even if she knew this, she had to take a gamble because she had no choice.

"If I can help, I will naturally try my best to help. If I can't help, I can't help. I haven't reached the point of deceiving women."

Uehara Satoru shook his head.

"it is good!"

Xin Yiniang clapped her palms and pulled up the kimono that had fallen from her shoulders.

Her demeanor also changed abruptly from a soft and charming girl to a heroic sister.

She sat cross-legged, took the fine wine straight away, filled Uehara Wu and herself with a smile, and said with a smile: "Mr. Aoki, Xin Yiniang admires you as a person. I respect you for this glass!"

He raised his head to drink and behaved boldly.

This change of scene left Xiaodie stunned. Uehara Satoru also waited and watched for a while, his eyes clear.

"Beauty tricks are useless, so let's trade!"

The oiran turned the wine glass, her eyes were completely different.

"When Xiaodie came to Yoshihara, she was supposed to have her memory changed, but there was a wonderful power in her body that was resisting Yoshihara's modification."

"When I realized this moment, I quietly preserved her original memory."

Xin Yiniang opened her jade hand, a beam of soft white light emerged from her palm, overwhelming the dim yellow of the oil lamp.

The white light weakened, and it turned out to be a cloud of reddish gas.

"This is Xiaodie's original memory!"

"Oiran Empress—"

Xiaodie's face was pale, her lips were pursed.

Xin Yiniang sighed softly.

"Xiaodie, I just suffered for you. I originally wanted to offer up my innocent body. Even if Mr. Aoki couldn't save us, I could bring you out of this hell...but he treated me with sincerity, how could I continue to hide it. "

She took a deep breath, her eyes were firm, and her palms turned over.

The light red gas was slowly falling, as if being attracted, it fell towards Xiaodie.

The girl's face was pale, her eyes were frightened, her body trembled slightly, but she knelt down on the ground, trying to straighten her body.

Although she pinched the corner of the skirt with her small hands, she was so hard that her veins were slightly exposed.

Uehara Satoru's body moved slightly, but he pressed down again.

Seeing the fear hidden in the girl, he could only drink in silence and stare at the lights.

For Uehara Satoru,

'Xiaodie' is naturally false, from memory, to personality, to identity.

But for Xiaodie, she had a not-so-full but happy childhood, the dream of becoming an oiran, her own hobbies, and everything a girl should have.

but suddenly heard,