Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Although we are of different genders, this girl's smile is just like mine.

"Try it, sir. It's a family secret recipe that cures the soul's depravity."

The girl with squinty eyes chuckled softly, her voice like a clear spring, eliciting no disgust whatsoever.

Anyone who can utter the phrase "soul's descent into depravity" is certainly not an ordinary person.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was in a daze and couldn't think too much. He subconsciously unscrewed the lid of the thermos and gulped down the unknown liquid inside.

The liquid, with its peculiar fragrance, produced a wonderful chemical reaction as soon as it was swallowed.

A bone-chilling cold spread through his limbs and bones, causing him to shiver violently. Every cell in his body seemed to be freezing and moaning, and his whole body trembled.

But the tyrannical and bloodthirsty intent in his heart was quickly dispelled by this chill, as if it had never been born.

Uesugi Kiyoshi exhaled a puff of white breath, which was crystal clear and seemed to contain ice shards.

He trembled slightly as he handed the empty thermos back to the squinty-eyed girl, asking in a hoarse voice.

"What is this?"

The girl accepted the cup, her smile becoming even gentler.

"Honeysuckle, gardenia, pineapple leaves, winter wheat, snow fungus, add an appropriate amount of rock sugar, simmer for an hour, freeze and store. When you want to drink it, just take it out and thaw it at room temperature."

It took Uesugi Kiyoshi three seconds to react.

Isn't this just herbal tea?!

Can a cup of herbal tea really wake me from a state of spiritual depravity?

His mind raced, and he narrowed his eyes slightly as he sized up the girl before him, various thoughts swirling in his mind.

Could this be a linker who has connected to the Mirror of the Legacy of a Divine Healer?

Why did she help me?

The next second, the squinty-eyed girl spoke as if she had foreseen the future.

"Not."

"I do not have a link to the mirror of physician lineage."

Uesugi Kiyoshi's heart skipped a beat, and his expression turned serious.

If this magical herbal tea can be explained by the concept of a "linker," then...

So what about this mind-reading ability?

P.S. Well, this is the last female lead. If the story allows, Suzuka Gozen might make an appearance, depending on the situation.

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Chapter 69 Fuyao

"It's not mind reading, is it?"

The girl smiled in the rain, and against the backdrop of corpses and bloodstains, she was like a pure white lotus rising from the mud, elegant and otherworldly.

Her words caused Uesugi Kiyoshi's cheek to twitch almost imperceptibly.

And you say you can't read minds!

"It's neither mind reading nor supernatural ability."

"It's just that you're too easy to guess."

"Your thoughts are written all over your face."

"So cute~"

The girl rested her chin on her hand and spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Compared to the content of her words, the girl's flippant tone made Uesugi Kiyoshi's feelings even more complicated.

Was he being teased?!

To be honest, it's been over a year since I transmigrated here. Because of my decent appearance and excellent reputation, Uesugi Kiyoshi has received quite a few confessions of love. Some wrote love letters, while others expressed their feelings in person. He has rejected them all with embarrassment and politeness.

But this was the first time he had ever been teased.

He couldn't muster any anger. The somewhat ethereal girl in front of him had just saved him once, and he was clear about his gratitude and resentment, remembering it well. Although he still had some doubts about why the girl would appear here so coincidentally, he was mostly grateful.

He almost couldn't hold on just now.

Those who have never experienced this feeling of sinking can never imagine how cruel the torment is. The soul gradually loses its own mark, everything before your eyes becomes unreal, and countless whispers pierce your ears like a demonic cacophony, like countless tiny knives, cutting your thoughts into pieces until you lose yourself.

I will witness firsthand the process by which I become someone else.

Then he was saved by a cup of herbal tea.

After frowning and pondering for a moment, Uesugi Kiyoshi took a slight step back, preparing to bow and express his gratitude. However, as soon as he took a step, the girl pressed down on his shoulder.

"You're welcome, herbal tea isn't expensive."

"Well, also, there aren't that many coincidences in this world. It's understandable that you doubt me, and I don't mind."

"My shop is right here, would you like to come in and have a seat?"

The girl's squinty eyes—thin phoenix eyes that seemed to see right through people's hearts—pulsed with an indescribable light, like a girl seeing a piece of clothing or accessory she had long admired, revealing a subtle yet excited joy.

After a charming smile, the girl's expression was natural and unpretentious as she gestured to the side.

The direction pointed to by the slender, jade-like finger was a small bookstore.

The door was half-open, and above it were three large Chinese characters: “Hyakumonkan”.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's pupils suddenly contracted, and a myriad of thoughts surged within him.

He was all too familiar with those three words.

This is related to his Onmyoji: The Card Game. In the game of his previous life, the Onmyoji House was a place to draw cards. In the background story, the Onmyoji House was the residence of the great yokai master of the Hundred Tales - "Aoandon".

This charming and lovely long-legged beauty sits leisurely in the Hundred Tales Hall, listening to a hundred stories and weaving a hundred tales of legend.

Could it be that this girl possesses the spirit of the "Blue Lantern"?

That doesn't make sense either. The Hundred Demon Scroll is like it's asleep, not giving any hints at all. This thing is always focused on getting him to collect demon souls, so if it encounters the great demon "Aoandon", it definitely won't remain silent.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was filled with doubt, but he didn't show it on his face. He withdrew his gaze, looked at the girl in front of him quietly, and smiled slightly.

"I'd be honored to accept your offer, but I still want to thank you for the herbal tea."

"The name 'Hyakumonkan' is quite unique. What kind of store is it?"

"I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before, from some mythology?"

He cautiously probed with his words, but his steps didn't stop; instead, he followed closely behind the girl.

Since they've already extended an invitation, he's determined to brave the dangers.

Besides, he felt that the girl meant no harm; otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to add anything to the herbal tea. If she hadn't cared about him, he would probably be dead for sure.

The two walked into the Hyakumonkan, one after the other, through the half-closed door.

The girl held the door open for Uesugi Kiyoshi, folded her umbrella, and closed the door after he came in.

The light suddenly dimmed, but the lights inside were on, so it wasn't impossible to see clearly. The shop wasn't big, only about 30 or 40 square meters. Near the door was a very old-fashioned desk with writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, as well as many thread-bound books stacked together. They all looked like they had been there for a long time. That must have been the girl's seat.

The girl sat down in her seat, stretched, revealing her shapely figure, and leaned back lazily against the tall chair, softly replying, "The name Hyakumonkan comes from the legend of the Hundred Tales."

"The meaning is to collect stories from all over the world. I really enjoy listening to stories. The joys, sorrows, loves, hates, and passions expressed through language and words, and the feeling of them leaping into my mind, is truly wonderful."

"Hearsay is as good as my own experience."

"This is a bookstore, feel free to browse around."

The girl comfortably slumped back in her chair, picked up a thread-bound book and flipped through a few pages. She then drew a few lines in a notebook with a pencil, gestured with her lips, and indicated that Uesugi Kiyoshi should do as he pleased.

This surprised Uesugi Kiyoshi.

He thought the girl had something to say to him, or something she wanted him to do.

He was prepared to agree. He believed that one should repay kindness and debts. Why would someone help you for no reason, without being a relative or friend?

If I help you, isn't it only natural that you should pay a price?

Sow, then harvest; give, then receive.

It is justified.

This applies to both gratitude and resentment.

To his utter surprise, this lazy, squinty-eyed girl simply left him there, like a customer casually solicited from the roadside.

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded silently, walked closer to the antique bookshelf in the room, his mind preoccupied with thoughts, and glanced at the books on the shelf.

This girl's identity is definitely unusual. First, she must be a superhuman, and second, she should have some kind of ability to see into people's hearts.

The idea that "your thoughts are written all over your face" is something Uesugi Kiyoshi doesn't believe in. Although he's not very old, he has lived two lives and is still able to keep his emotions hidden. He shouldn't be that easy to understand.

However, since the other party didn't want to talk about it, Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't press them for details.

He originally intended to casually browse through the book and then say goodbye and go home, as there were still guests at home and the mess outside needed to be cleaned up. He asked for the girl's contact information first, hoping to repay her kindness in the future.

That's what he thought.

As he flipped through the book, Uesugi Kiyoshi seemed to suddenly remember something, raised his head, and said softly, "Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet."

"I am Uesugi Kiyoshi, and I live in the apartment next door."

"May I ask who you are, young lady?"

The girl with squinty eyes casually glanced up at Uesugi Kiyoshi and smiled gently.

"Uesugi-kun, nice to meet you."

"My name is Li Fuyao."

Please give me your guidance~

Chapter 70 Sketching

"Li Fuyao"