At night, the sky was gloomy, and the smell of alcohol and colorful neon lights began to cover this city made of money.

The superiors have homes for the superiors, and the poor have nests for the poor. Just as the slaves who built pyramids worked hard to get whipped in the scorching sun, they would sooner or later have their own pyramids. The homeless people in the island country also enjoyed the pyramids built brick by brick - bridge holes and overpasses.

"Come on, get it."

The monk strolled under a river bridge at Adachi and distributed the rice balls in the bag to the homeless man under the bridge.

"Master, you are such a kind person."

A homeless man took the rice ball and said with emotion that they were homeless men, but they would not be able to afford even rice balls. However, the rice balls he earned from picking up garbage and selling them for money were different from the rice balls he sent to his hands by kind-hearted people.

It is not culturally shameful to accept the alms of monks.

The crow tidied up the black feathers with his bird's beak and continued to look at the monk.

"Wang, why did you see you here?"

Just as the crow was performing his duties, a misty dog ​​also rushed to the beam of the house.

Sure enough, a dog doesn’t take a hole, but he just imitates a cat to walk on the beam of the house.

“…”

Dark Crow's eyes didn't even change, just pretended that he hadn't heard Xiao Q's words.

"Oh, what a pity, I thought you were a person who could speak, but I didn't expect you to be a fool who couldn't understand people's words." Xiao Q sighed, "It seems that I am too outstanding. There is no existence in the world that can compete with me - what I want is love that can talk to, not a physiological impulse dominated by appearance."

"Can you shut up?"

"Hmm? Damn, you can talk!"

“…”

"Try it again!"

“…”

Seeing the monk leaving, the crow immediately shaking his wings and flew over, leaving only Xiao Q to suspect that the dog was born. It had always been like this crow and could not speak, and teased him several times and repeatedly. This...it seemed to be watched as a monkey show.

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Shizuoka Prefecture, Izu Peninsula, Ito City.

With Tokyo's monster-like economic size, the entire Shizuoka Prefecture is the back garden of Tokyo. Although it is affected by supernaturalism, even if there are unprecedented ten days of travel, there are still a steady stream of tourists who come to Ito to soak in hot springs. Sucking in hot springs can be said to be a must-have skill for islanders.

Similarly, the accommodation costs of Ito hotels have increased by two or three times compared to usual. If you have money, you don’t make a bastard. Ito residents almost all rely on travel to make money to support their families. They also rely on hot spring tourism. Ito is obviously a countryside, and its housing prices are no less than that of some of Tokyo’s Shimacho districts.

"Oh the sea!"

Miyu Kahara happily broke out from the class team, ran for a few steps and lay on the beach with her face on the ground.

"Beware of something in the sand." Misa stepped forward and grabbed Miyu Kohara's hand and pulled it up.

There are many things that fall on the beach and end up being cut through the skin by sharp objects in the sand.

Although Tokyo is coastal, there are not many high-quality beaches. If you pursue high-quality viewing of the sea, Tokyo people usually go to Izu or southern Shonan beaches, among which the southern Shonan beaches are the best. Don’t think about it. The southern Shonan beaches have been crowded in this season. When you go to the sea, you don’t want to soak in the sea, but a group of people who cook dumplings from Wuyang.

"Oh, they are all high school students."

"Is this a girl from Tokyo? It's completely different from Ito."

"Do you dare to go up and chat with me?"

"I'm looking for death, haven't you seen their teachers beside me?"

Although they could not come forward to meet up with them, this could not stop them from exuding strong hormones. Several men deliberately showed their bronze skin on the beach, and some people pushed them up with essential oils. Under the reflection of the sun, their skin and muscle contours became more obvious.

"Look, look."

Several Runde Girls' High School students covered their mouths and pointed at the men of Ito.

When the girl's high school student saw her, the group of men became even more excited.

"It turns out that all the monkeys in the countryside are like this."

"The one in the yellow underwear looks like a baboon."

"Hahaha."

Kunna and others were not so lucky to lie on the beach and watch the sea. Everyone's energy was focused on Mesa. From being locked in the laboratory to going out to hunting to going to school, Kunna couldn't help but give birth to a feeling of comfort from a middle-aged aunt watching her Nitt-satis-aut son gradually entering society.

All the elites have really become the personal butler team of Wangyue Bone Girl. She has come from Amei Lika and is the butler of this butler team.

A group of people stopped the car near the beach and regarded it as using their eyes to experience the beauty of the beach.

The students of Runde Girls' High School are on the beach in the afternoon and return to the hotel they stay in at night. At that time, their team will also open a few rooms in the hotel. If you have time, they should take turns to take baths in the hot springs, hoping to use the hot springs to nourish their fatigue.

"Have Miss Kunna heard the story of Izu?" An intelligence officer from the island security department with a handsome back and returned to the convoy. He bought a few drinks and ice cream from the shop next to the beach.

"The story of Izu?" Kunna nodded in a slight sense of understanding. Although half of the island blood was bleed and she could speak island dialect, Kunna never regarded herself as an islander in terms of culture. Of course, if it was for the sake of promotion and salary increase, she would not mind using her mixed-race identity as a cultural bridge between the two countries. "How much is it? It's quite expensive to buy things at scenic spots."

"No, this is what I invite everyone. When you come to my hometown, how can you make money?" The island country intelligence officer laughed, saying that it was everyone, but in fact his eyes were all on Kunna, "The story written by Izu dancer, Kawabata Yasunari."

Although the Izu dancer has only been a hundred years since his book, it has a great influence in island countries. In terms of the degree of film and television adaptation, it is almost the same as that of Jin Yong's classic works in China. They will be remade every few years. Although in recent years, they will no longer use this script that everyone has read to shoot new TV series, there are still movies, let alone various cultural variants.

Well, there are more comics based on the Izu dancer. Young lovers fall in love, but in the end they are forced to lose weight, and the ambiguous feelings are still unable to love each other. The boy fantasizes about the girl in the bed in the bed... and shed tears of sadness in poverty.

"It is said that a young man who traveled here saw a fourteen-year-old dancer. The two fell in love with each other at first sight, but the cruelty of reality was that they would never meet again."

"This is a fictional story, but maybe Kawabata Yasunari has experienced it in reality. Everything in the past has passed and there is no way to guess it. However, we Izu people have always believed that this happened."

At the end of the talk, the intelligence officer looked at Kunna with a burning gaze: "This kind of love that cannot be conveyed is really melancholy."

"Oh." Kunna drank the drink in her hand, not even raising her eyebrows.

Is this stupid guy calling her a dancer around the bush?
Chapter completed!