Yujiang came as quickly as he reached an agreement, and left as quickly as he reached an agreement. This eternal hell, which claims to be able to satisfy almost all wishes in the world, cannot realize the purpose of the Church of God.
Sakurai Kogure stood up, opened the door of the VIP room and walked towards the casino hall. All kinds of gamblers stared at the young and charming female manager with burning eyes, but her graceful and charming body had a pure and quiet face. Her face is like slightly chilled sweet wine, which gradually sinks into her throat.
"There are many female celebrities coming from Tokyo to support us today. I hope the guests have a good time. If you are lucky, the Eikenkan will definitely help you realize your wish."
She bowed slightly to the gamblers present, then twisted her light waist and walked toward the gold-leafed elevator in the center of the hall.
In fact, in Japan, the identity of celebrity artists is not the kind that attracts crowds of people as soon as they go out. They are more like high-level migrant workers.
But the fact that Hell of Eternity can gather so many young female entertainers and celebrities to accompany the gamblers proves that it has a rich flow of money, like an endless cornucopia.
The elevator door opened, and Sakurai Kogure walked into the Japanese-style suite on the top floor. She kicked off her high heels before entering, trying not to make any noise.
The floor of this top-level suite is covered with traditional tatami mats, and the interior is separated by simple white paper screens. The windows are open, letting in the cool moonlight.
There is a small table next to the white paper screen, and there is a white porcelain vase on the small table. In the vase is a spring peach blossom that has not yet bloomed.
A fair and long hand held the spring peach and used it as a hairpin to insert it into the long and shiny hair, revealing the snow-white and crystal clear neck.
"As evidence of this, the hairpin was given to me by the emperor himself in the past;
Don't forget your romantic feelings, just chat with him and repay him, and you will be lucky in a moment of kindness;
Exchanging hairpins and worrying about Linqiong..."
The figure in the moonlight dances in a blood-red kimono with wide sleeves, chanting and singing. The embroidered manjushuahua is bright red like flowing blood, which complements the man's white skin.
In Japan, Kabuki has a much higher status than entertainers, celebrities, and idols. In the course of hundreds of years of development, it has gradually formed a unique form of monopoly and inheritance by aristocratic families, and has continued the hereditary tradition.
Contrary to what most people imagine, this kabuki performance originated in 1600 AD and was founded by the shrine maiden Okuno of Izumo Shrine in Shimane Prefecture. The earliest Kabuki performances involved women.
It was just that when kabuki was popular, many prostitutes were influenced and organized yōjo kabuki. They were engaged in acting and at the same time receiving customers and engaging in customs.
In order to ensure the long-term performance of the performance and avoid corrupting customs, the Japanese shogunate banned women from performing in kabuki. The troupe began to use young and beautiful men to accompany women, giving birth to the "onagata" in kabuki. Somewhat like the dan role in Peking Opera.
This is also the reason why Kabuki families pass down the line from male to female.
Onagames spend their entire lives observing and imitating women. They understand women's beauty better than women, and they can confuse the world with just a few gestures.
Sakurai Kogure was one of the people sitting in the audience. She looked at the white-faced and powdered man on the stage holding a paper fan, singing and dancing. I can't help but be dazzled by his peerless grace. This man is so graceful and bright, just like the lonely moon in the sky, touchable but unreachable.
The man sighed quietly and sat cross-legged. The spring peaches in his hair fell on the tatami, and his long hair was spread like a black waterfall.
"The last batch of evolutionary drugs developed through cooperation has arrived."
Sakurai Kogure stared at the man for a long time before speaking.
"Has the test product been confirmed?"
Kazama Ruri opened the white paper fan, her beauty was indistinguishable from gender.
"This is the information the general just faxed."
Sakurai Kogure opened her briefcase and handed over a stack of documents.
"Sakurai Akira, a student at Aoyama Gang Gakuin University, 22 years old, with A-level blood but flaws. He is a ghost who can transform at any time."
Aoyama Gang Academy is a missionary school hidden in the mountains of Kobe to the outside world. It is surrounded by tall and thick stone walls, and an electrified barbed wire fence is connected to the outside of the stone walls. It houses delinquents who need care and reform.
In fact, it is a prison used by the Snake Qihachi family to guard the fallen hybrids in the family. The elders of the Sakurai family conducted a blood test on Sakurai Akira when he was five years old. The defective dragon gene put him at risk of going berserk at any time.
So he was imprisoned in this school, which is often patrolled by guards. Every year, the parents of the family will bring elite specialists to conduct risk assessments for them. If the continuous mental and physical conditions obtained are safe and qualified, then he will be at the age of forty. When the time comes, we welcome the hope of "getting out of prison".
But if there is a risk of losing control, they will be executed immediately by the law enforcement officers of the sect who draw pictures of ghosts and gods on the linings of black suits.
"The file says he is your half-brother."
Sakurai Kogure walked up to the man's back and rubbed his shoulders while listening to his soft words.
"But I've only met him once."
The woman smiled to herself.
They are all evil ghosts who were abandoned by their parents. They are the products of garbage blood. They have never been truly free since they were born.
How can Sakurai Kogure save this poor brother?
She couldn't even save herself.
On the surface, she is the number three figure among the fierce ghosts, Ryoma, who holds supreme power. But this is just because she is smart enough and knows how to make money, which makes people feel reassured.
In fact, she is just a dog on a chain, winning the love of her owner because of her loyalty and intelligence, and enjoying the best food.
But a dog is a dog, and when she stands upright on her feet and wants to be a human, she will be wrapped in a chain and her neck will be strangled.
Just like in shogi, the dragon king and dragon horse are just chess pieces, and only the king is the leader.
It is the greatest stupidity to try to interfere with the player's moves without knowing his position clearly.
The moment Akira Sakurai appeared on the general's profile, he was destined to be the chosen character.
The fierce ghosts only need to execute, and they can only execute.
"Give him a chance."
Kazama Ruri closed her eyes and enjoyed the woman's skillful techniques, while behind her, Sakurai Kogure's eyes narrowed slightly.
"The king will give him a chance to choose, whether to continue to endure or to break the cage."
If he is smart enough, he will make the right choice.
The woman looked up at the moon by the window, with the same coldness in her eyes.
She suddenly hoped that there would be a power that could break the shackles that imprisoned her and make her whole body come alive.
"The only one, anomaly."
Kazama Liuli flipped through the information at will, and there was a high-definition photo attached to the last page. A ghost-faced warrior holding a cold gun looked murderous under the moonlit night.
Yes, this is the only change that Sakurai Kogure has seen after so many years of domestication.
In fact, when He appeared in the Kukakukan, Sakurai Kogure's mood was quite complicated, as if the heart that had been frozen for a long time was cracked, enough to accommodate the moonlight.
For the first time, she had the idea of cutting off the chains and starting a new life.
