The representative of the Yuzuki family is also the same as the previous Shimotsuki Mei.

There was a singing and dancing show in the square, and after the end, there was another big dance.

This talent came down, and it also aroused wild cheers from the crowd.

Next, the remaining three were not idle.

After Shimotsuki Mei left the plaza, the Fuzuki family and the Kurozumi family also walked into the plaza one after another.

The oiran of the Fengyue family was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.

Give birth to a delicate melon seed face, the skin can be broken by blowing bombs, and the body is slender.

His facial features and appearance also looked ashamed, wearing a red robe, and walked generously to the center of the square.

After introducing myself, the oiran of the Fengyue family also performed some talent in front of everyone.

After seeing the talent of the oiran of the Fengyue family, the people watching on the square naturally also showed a mesmerized expression.

As for that Kurozumi's house.

The oiran representing the Kurozumi family is a chocolate-skinned woman with slanted bangs.

The facial features are exquisite, but it is an oval face, the face is full of heroic spirit, the figure is tall, the front is convex and the back is up, and the appearance is not inferior to the previous ones.

However, the woman was stern.

She didn't even wear a kimono, she actually wore a black and white high-waisted vest with a white cropped navel short sleeve, fishnet stockings, and a hip-packed skirt.

He walked to the center of the square with no expression on his face, and did not show singing and dancing.

Pulling out the samurai sword behind his back, he played a set of two swordsmanship.

The Kurozumi family was originally the family of the Grandmaster's two swords, especially the Kurozumi Orochi, and the two swords were outstanding.

However, in this case, it is obviously inappropriate to sacrifice the two swords.

After all, this is the oiran election stage, not the competition arena.

Everyone looked at each other, looking at the representative of the Kurozumi family who was throwing two knives in the square, their faces were dumbfounded.

"Cough cough." The old man at the edge of the square coughed and said, "The Kurozumi family, we are here for an oiran campaign, not a samurai contest!"

Hearing this, the valiant Kurozumi girl immediately put away her two katana swords, chewed gum, and said, "I won't."

The old man suddenly had a black line on his face, and glanced at Kurozumi Kurozumi, who was surrounded by the black warriors.

Shaking his head, the old man said, "Since that's the case, you should come down first. It's the turn of the oiran of the Kozuki family."

The woman did not hesitate, and immediately walked to the bottom of the square.

Then, I saw Hankeku walking out in a cheongsam.

"That's... isn't that the Empress Hankku?!"

"Why is she here!"

"She's actually the representative of the Kozuki family!"

"My God, how could the Kozuki family have the ability to invite Hankaku as a representative?!"

Seeing Hankeku's appearance, the faces of the onlookers in the square immediately became shocked.

Many of them saw that Hankuku's alluring appearance and his flawless figure, even more hearts appeared in their eyes.

It was Hankku, who was extremely calm in the face of all this.

When I walked to the center of the square, I heard Hanke Kujiaodi introduce himself:

"The concubine is the representative of the Kozuki family."

Before he finished speaking, the sweet fruit ability was activated directly.

The man in the square, who was fascinated by Hankuku's beautiful figure, turned into petrified on the square at the moment when he was overwhelmed by the sweet smell of the sweet fruit.

Among them, even the old man who presided over the election!

Seeing this scene, Kurozumi Kurozumi immediately opened his mouth expressionlessly and said:

"Hankku, what do you mean? This is the scene of the oiran campaign, you want to fight our Wanokuni here?!"

"The concubine is just showing off her talent a little, how could it be a signal to start a war?"

Hankook said lightly.

That Kurozumi said: "90% of the people in this square were petrified by you. Isn't it a war?"

Hankeku said: "It's because they are too weak to hold my charm. What does it have to do with me?"

That Kurozumi snorted coldly and was speechless.

Indeed, although the ability of sweet fruit is heaven-defying, it should also be based on the other party's temptation.

If the other party is not interested at all, even if the sweet fruit is cultivated to the point of awakening, it is impossible to threaten the latter.

It is a pity that 90% of the people who participated in the oiran campaign were not resisted by this kind of resistance.

Hankeku just pushed the sweet fruit a little, and these people couldn't bear it at all.

With such poor concentration, it is reasonable to be petrified by oneself.

However, after hearing Kurozumi Kurozumi's words, Hankoku did not let everyone continue to petrify.

After blowing a sip of fragrant wind, I saw the petrified people, and they all regained their freedom.

However, even if these people recovered their flesh and blood, the eyes they looked at Hankeku were still full of intoxication.

Afterwards, the old man in charge of the campaign walked to the center of the square and said:

"Hankeku's talent has been shown, I think everyone already has a candidate for the oiran?"

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