Sure, here is the translation in English:
Chou hour.
To be more precise.
One o’clock in the morning.
Moonlight spilled over the eaves.
The sliding door was pushed open.
Soone walked out from the house, unhard.
Thanks to his solid moral standards.
If his moral heart was broken, facing two opponents, whether he could walk out tonight is quite uncertain, let alone so steadily.
The Four Great Kings fulfilled their duties, Jiang Chen asked them to stay outside the courtyard, and they did not overstep the boundaries.
At such a distance, what happens inside the house is definitely inaudible.
But humans are intelligent beings.
Intelligent beings an they think.
Whether they imagined what happened inside the house is unknown.
"Mr. Jiang!"
When he was about to walk forward, the expressionless, composed person suddenly tripped, and in normal tis, he would quickly regain his balance, but at this mont, he staggered and almost fell, fortunately, the Green Wing Bat King reacted swiftly, stepping forward to support him.
Turns out he was strong on the outside but weak within?
He seed steady, but was actually quite shaky.
Indeed.
Even though he adhered to moral standards, he could only maintain his own; the opponent he faced had none.
He did not actually face two opponents, but Sakura went all out to assist her master, Fujiwara Reiki was originally talented, and with experience accumulating rapidly, her practical abilities skyrocketed, plus a female ninja assisting nearby, although he managed to walk out of that room, the price he paid was undeniably severe.
Jiang Chen gave an appreciative look to the quick-to-respond Green Wing Bat King, surprised at how fitting his random nickna had beco.
How nimble was the action?
He glanced back.
Turns out it was just a brick.
"Crisis resolved, squad withdrawal."
He showed no expression, heading outside.
The Four Great Kings, who had waited for two hours, silently followed.
Inside the house.
Fujiwara Reiki lay exposed, her delicate face flushed with satisfaction, stunning and unparalleled.
Sakura gently picked up the priceless cloud brocade skirt to cover her.
In fact, this female ninja, whose specialty was killing and arson, was also in an unusual state, her attire slightly tidier than her master’s, with tattered stockings that hadn’t been removed, but sweat remained on her forehead, as if she had been through a tough battle.
"I told Jiang Sang you were a virgin, he didn’t believe , now he should admit it."
No need to worry about catching a cold, it was midsumr night, and the room’s temperature was extrely hot.
Moreover, a strange scent was floating in the air.
The person, although irresponsibly left, still paid attention to detail, and after leaving, he pulled the door shut again.
"No wonder he’s the man I’m fond of."
Fujiwara Reiki covered with a luxurious cloud brocade skirt, leaned against a low table, raised her arm, teasingly lifted Sakura’s chin with her finger.
"Sakura, do you feel frustrated?"
"That’s Miss’s man, Sakura is not worthy."
Sakura knelt on the ground, not even bothering to put back on her ninja suit, only tied back her bust.
The scene was utterly thrilling.
Far surpassing Japanese cinematic works.
Perhaps it was due to the actors.
One must admit, those teachers who devoted themselves to art were diligent and respectable, but looking globally, how many natural enchanting demons like them could be found?
Moreover, the supporting role was an authentic strong ninja.
"Hehehe～"
Fujiwara Reiki giggled endlessly, calling Sakura for help was indeed wise, because she diverted the firepower, without enduring excessive tornt, the poppy drenched in abundance only displayed its most enchanting form.
She lifted Sakura’s chin, "Sakura, you know how much I value you, so don’t feel wronged, he’s the most outstanding man in the world."
Because her chin was lifted, Sakura couldn’t bow her head, she promptly replied: "Sakura dares not."
Apart from her image, her tone was devoid of any fluctuation, as if carrying out a routine task.
Fujiwara Reiki lowered her hand, her gaze aimlessly focused at a point in the air, gently sighing.
"Won, eventually face such a day. You’ve been with since childhood, though we’re master and servant, we’re also family. Tonight, I originally intended for Jiang Sang to be your wall breaker, but Jiang Sang, alas～"
Ultimately, all words turned into a sigh.
Sowhat like regret.
Also sowhat like pride.
"Being able to serve Miss’s man is already Sakura’s honor."
Fujiwara Reiki chuckled contentedly, seemingly impressed by Sakura’s emotional intelligence, "It’s fine, there will be opportunities in the future. Other n in the world are too filthy, unworthy of you. This ti, consider it familiarization."
Sakura remained silent.
She is a death warrior.
From a long, long ti ago, destiny was already determined, no longer controlled by herself.
"Probiotic water should work, right."
Disheveled Fujiwara Reiki looked at the wall, softly murmuring.
She wasn’t lying.
Today’s unique arrangent was genuinely intended to allow Sakura to undergo another transformation.
Of course.
The words spoken were just rhetoric.
Hierarchy is established orderly.
How could genuine kinship exist?
A death warrior is always just a tool.
rely, tools have different degrees of utilization.
Earlier, it was just assisting.
Her original intent tonight was to fight side by side with the opponent, only the fruits of victory, indisputably, not a single bit was allowed to fall out, all had to be packed into her mouth.
Bla only the opponent’s abnormal combat power, leaving an "emotional scar" for the Unparalleled Demoness despite not being that experienced, otherwise she wouldn’t have devised such a high tactic.
Of course.
Though the plot diverged from her plan, the impact was minimal, she could feel the abundant sense of fulfillnt.
"Miss will definitely have her wishes granted."
Fujiwara Reiki smiled, obviously supposed to support her back, but she gently stroked her abdon, suddenly showing a faint, elusive glow on her captivating face.
"There’s an old saying in Shen Zhou: perseverance is rewarded, and another saying, there’s no class in education. Though I’m Japanese, I shouldn’t be treated differently, right?"
Sakura hesitated, about to speak.
Fujiwara Reiki spotted it and gently said: "Speak."
"Miss should, adjust her position."
Fujiwara Reiki was slightly stunned, then imdiately understood, with no hint of her master’s deanor, promptly lay down.
Sakura acted as a human leg support.
"If this ti my wish cos true, Sakura, you will be credited with the first rit."
Sakura didn’t respond.
Thunder rewards and drizzles, are both heavenly grace.
For a death warrior, there’s no so-called heaven, heaven and hell are just divided by a line, imnse blessings simultaneously signify cruel punishnt.
"Go, bring over the remaining probiotic water."
Fujiwara Reiki laid on the ground, bent her knees, taking over Sakura’s support, trying hard to hold her own thigh, the posture quite peculiar.
Well.
Midnight.
After experiencing an exhilarating, exhausting battle, she still didn’t forget to do yoga.
No wonder she maintained such a figure.
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