Can have bad intentions

After swallowing the mysterious herb, Shiraishi Yoshishiro left his residence and walked towards the towering fantasy office building.

Rie heard the sound of the door closing behind her, and slowly poked her head out from under the duvet. She stared at Shiraishi Yoshishige's back as he walked away from her through the window. Only when he completely disappeared from her sight did a smile of relief appear on her face.

"I thought he would ignore me... I was too impulsive yesterday."

Rie lay back on the bed, covering her head with the quilt, then lifted it up again after a moment, a smile full of anticipation on her face.

"Sister Xingnai, although I feel sorry for you, I can't help but feel so deeply for him."

After arriving at the office building, Shiraishi Yoshishiro stepped into his own training room, sat on a chair carved with a magic circle, and gently massaged his waist, as if to relieve the fatigue brought on by some strange power.

"Alas, this power almost swallowed me..."

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, then picked up the scroll on the desk and glanced at it, but his thoughts had already drifted to the distant unknown realm.

Mighty...

He rightfully has many followers, and although the mere imagination is enough to make one's blood boil, he feels powerless in the face of such tremendous power.

At this moment, the door of the training room was suddenly pushed open. Chizuru was slightly stunned when she saw Shiraishi Yoshishige, and then closed the door casually.

"Where's Rie?"

Shiraishi Yoshijo scratched his head awkwardly: "She was ill today and couldn't come."

"Really?" Qian He put the scroll in his hand on the table. "It just so happens that among the people you brought yesterday, there was a cultivator named Tanigawa Akira who has been waiting outside. Is that what you meant?"

Shiraishi Yoshijo nodded and agreed: "Send someone to bring him in to see me later."

Just as Qianzuru was about to turn around and leave, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the red mark on Shiraishi Yoshiki's neck, and her face suddenly turned slightly red.

"You are such a love expert."

Shiraishi Yoshishiro was confused: "Oh, we have a good relationship, but I am your boss anyway. How can you say this to me as soon as we meet?"

Qianzuru pointed her finger at his neck, glared at him slyly, and then turned and left.

Shiraishi Yoshishiro quickly took out a bronze mirror to check, and saw a bright red kiss mark on the neck, and his face immediately turned black.

He quickly covered the marks with his collar, secretly thanking his lucky stars that no marks were left on his face.

Thinking of what happened between him and Rie, Shiraishi Yoshishige couldn't help feeling melancholy and a little uneasy.

He shook his head, trying to put aside all distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to concentrate on studying the scroll in front of him.

As Qianzuru walked out of the training building, Shiraishi Yoshishige's guilty look suddenly appeared in her mind, and she felt that this man's behavior was abnormal.

Is Rie sick?

Chizuru thought of the kiss mark on his neck, and a subtle expression flashed across her face.

This guy can't be so romantic, right? But then again, although Rie is not outstanding in appearance, she is the closest person to Shiraishi Yoshishige, so this kind of thing is not impossible to happen.

Chizuru's eyelids twitched. Although she said that this matter had nothing to do with her, her steps uncontrollably moved towards Rie's residence...

Perhaps even Shiraishi Yoshishige himself did not expect that Chizuru could have seen through so many inside stories just by meeting him once.

After all, if you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. Although Shiraishi Yoshishiro has lived in this fantasy world for many years, he still retains the modern way of thinking in his heart. Doing such things will naturally make him feel uneasy psychologically, and people who are familiar with him can detect his abnormality at a glance.

Chizuru quietly came to Rie's door, and just as she was about to knock on the door, she stopped. Her figure flashed and disappeared in front of the door. She hid in the shadows nearby and peeked at everything that happened in the house.

Chizuru saw every detail of Rie busying around the house.

After carefully observing Rie for the whole morning, Chizuru's face became more gloomy, and she spat, "What a philandering bastard!"

After saying this, Qianhe disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Shiraishi Yoshishiro, who was handling affairs in the training room, suddenly sneezed...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chizuru brought Tanigawa Akira into the training room, and after bringing him in front of Shiraishi Yoshishiro, she immediately turned around and left, slamming the door before leaving.

Shiraishi Yoshishiro looked at all this with a puzzled look on his face, but Tanigawa Akinori didn't mind and asked, "The leader entrusted me to you, what are your plans?"

Shiraishi Yoshishiro smiled calmly and pointed to an empty seat in the room: "Please take a seat. I have some questions for you."

After Tanigawa Akira sat down, Shiraishi Yoshishige asked, "You mentioned that you knew my father. Can you tell me more about the origin of the relationship?"

Tanigawa Akira was silent for a moment, with an awkward look on his face.

Shiraishi Yoshishiro said, "If you don't want to tell me, just pretend I didn't ask."

“It’s not really a secret.”

Tanigawa Akira said with deep emotion: "As early as the beginning of the First Ninja World War, my parents died on the battlefield. When I heard the bad news, I wanted nothing more than revenge, and I followed the army to the front without hesitation."

"The general who led us at that time was your father."

At this point, Tanigawa Akira paused and sighed: "When I actually stepped onto the battlefield, I realized how naive my idea of ​​revenge was."

"There were swords and sabers on the battlefield, thousands of ninjas were fighting each other, and I was just one of them. I tried my best to fight the enemy, but after killing one enemy, new enemies would appear immediately, as if the enemies would never be killed."

“I felt deeply insignificant, and at the same time, I developed a deep fear of war.”

"There are so many people who have died. Maybe at some point, I will also