A death warrior is not a bio-warrior from the movies.

As long as one is flesh and blood, there will eventually be emotions. Even someone as otherworldly as Daoist Sister is no exception.

Fujiwara Reiki can pretend others don’t exist, but they’re not deaf or blind.

What if it gets wet?

Any adult can understand that.

Someone’s assessment of this Crown Princess is indeed insightful.

She really is provocative～

"Go, get a bottle of Red Flower Oil."

After a while, Fujiwara Reiki freed herself from Sakura’s support, barely standing, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, invoking sympathy.

It really seemed painful.

Not an act.

Someone knew full well how much strength they used just now. Unlike Sakura, Fujiwara Reiki was wearing clothes made of the most luxurious Shen Zhou silk brocade, representing the pinnacle of Shen Zhou’s silk weaving craft. In the past, most of the Emperor’s Dragon Robes were made of this cloud brocade, with every stitch done by hand. Today, masters of this craft are few and far between.

Rarity is valuable.

Who says Shen Zhou doesn’t have luxury goods?

Two people work an entire day to weave only 5 centimeters. The gold thread that has been hammered thousands of times in the raw materials of cloud brocade is just the cheapest part. A finished garment made of cloud brocade starts at a million. Fujiwara Reiki was wearing black. If it were white, it would shimmer. Though expensive, it’s light and breathable, which also led to almost no buffer when someone hit her just now. In terms of "cost performance," it’s completely outmatched by the bulletproof vests worn by the Four Great Kings.

It really might swell.

"Jiang Sang, you’re really not giving Li Ji any face."

After Sakura left, Fujiwara Reiki inevitably complained, seemingly feeling that being spanked like a child in front of her subordinates was very humiliating, to which Jiang Chen responded quite bluntly.

"Do you care?"

"Why wouldn’t I care?"

Fujiwara Reiki held her butt, eyebrows full of grievance, not daring to sit.

"You care, and you let her dress like that?"

Art imitating life.

The package-covering ninja suit Sakura wore was more like a creative one-piece bikini than a ninja suit, combined with shiny silk stockings, it was undoubtedly a provocative outfit.

Fujiwara Reiki pursed her lips, seemingly holding in laughter, she gazed tenderly at Jiang Chen sitting on the ground, "Jiang Sang... don’t you like it?"

Not everything can be summarized by like or dislike.

But upon discovering Sakura guarding the courtyard alone, with such a peculiar look, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

It was truly human nature.

Apart from in movies, opportunities to appreciate such attire in real life are extremely rare.

"She’s a death warrior, not a model!"

Jiang Chen scolded coldly, though his words were actually quite tactful.

Fujiwara Reiki didn’t mind and actually laughed.

From the initial panic like a bird seeking refuge when Jiang Chen entered, to the pain of being spanked, to the resentment of someone not knowing how to cherish beauty, and finally to laughter...

Comprehensive.

Multilayered.

A typical versatile actress.

She can effortlessly handle any role, with no weak spots.

"Jiang Sang may not know, but ’model’ is also one of Sakura’s specialties. Not just anyone can serve the Fujiwara Family. The death warriors of the Fujiwara Family are meticulously selected, one in ten thousand. To train their abilities and task success rates, we spend twenty years teaching them various skills, starting from when they’re just a few years old. Knowing how to utilize one’s body and appearance is one of the important courses."

The reason assassins and death warriors are frightening is because they stop at nothing to achieve their goals, including selling their bodies and souls.

Jiang Chen was indeed encountering real death warriors for the first time, but he had seen many related movies before.

To get close to their target, assassins, especially female assassins, won’t hesitate to use their charms.

"But don’t worry, Jiang Sang. Sakura is a standout among the Fujiwara Family death warriors. Her abilities are outstanding, so every time she completes a task, it’s through sheer competence."

Fujiwara Reiki’s eyes were seductive, "Li Ji can guarantee to Jiang Chen that Sakura is still a virgin."

Virgin.

That’s the second time hearing it recently.

Didn’t they say to find a virgin now, one must look in elementary school?

Perhaps worlds at different heights are actually different?

"You say she’s a virgin, so she’s a virgin?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Boss Jiang certainly isn’t naïve or foolish. Just because he believes Shi Qianxi doesn’t mean he’d believe this Demoness.

The character between people is vastly different.

Okay.

While Shi Qianxi’s character may not be particularly noble either, she surely wouldn’t lie about this.

Given Director Shi’s background, she’d disdain to do so.

But this one in front.

Lies come naturally to her. The lies she’s told in her life surely outnumber the truths, and since someone’s mood was less than satisfactory at the moment, they gave a straightforward rebuttal without thinking.

"If Jiang Sang doesn’t believe it, you can verify it yourself."

Verify?

Jiang Chen looked over, but before he could speak, he heard her continue confidently, "The female members of the Fujiwara Family have Guardian Sand applied to their wrists, symbolizing their chastity."

Jiang Chen’s expression slightly tensed, as if swallowing back some words, and then, his gaze involuntarily shifted.

"Jiang Sang, no need to look at Li Ji. Li Ji’s Guardian Sand, wasn’t it taken by Jiang Sang?"

"..."

Jiang Chen was silent for a while, "You think I’m Japanese?"

"What?"

Even though Fujiwara Reiki was well-versed in Shen Zhou culture, she certainly wouldn’t actually consider herself a Shen Zhou person, so she didn’t understand Jiang Chen’s meaning at once.

"I can just dab some red ink and claim it’s Guardian Sand too."

He put it succinctly.