Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 11: Tang-style umbrella demon, what a joke!

"Hey! Leave it to me."

The Tangfeng oil-paper umbrella demon floated in front of Yingkong Hutao.

The bulging eyes grew a lot bigger, almost as big as a normal person's head.

The pupil inside swayed from side to side, bloodshot as thick as hemp rope, and covered with spider webs.

"Ms. Yingkong Kurumi, I'm quite familiar with your mother. Please don't make things difficult for the Yingkong family, okay?"

Sakura Kurumi remained silent.

The Tang-style oil-paper umbrella demon floated around Yingkong Walnut, blinking its eyes.

"I will stimulate all the spiritual power in you and increase your sensitivity several times."

"You should know that your True Spiritual Masters are inherently more sensitive than others."

"At that time, even a slight needle prick will cause you many times more pain."

"Besides, there are many torture instruments here."

"Ms. Sakura Kurumi, you still have a chance to choose."

"Stop being stubborn."

Beads of sweat appeared on Yingkong Kurumi's head, but her snow-white face was still stubbornly gritting her teeth.

Unable to wait for a response, the umbrella demon waved the umbrella handle.

The eyeball came out of the umbrella, and dozens of blood threads were connected to the umbrella from behind.

A beam of white light shot out from the pupil.

It shot straight onto Sakura Sora Kurumi's body.

In less than a few seconds, Yingsong Kurumi's face turned red.

The touch sensation of the skin all over the body is enhanced several times.

The originally smooth leather jacket gradually became rough.

Rubbing against your skin as you breathe.

The elastic bands of the upper bust and the lower T-back seem to be slowly tightening into the body.

"It's just a 2x increase."

The big eyeballs on the head supported the increasingly long blood vessels, swaying in the air.

Like an octopus, dancing its tentacles.

"When it's 10 times higher, you'll feel like even breathing is like being cut by a knife."

"Every time you breathe in and out, the airflow is like a steel knife, cutting your organs."

He sighed, his pupils dilating and shrinking: "Don't resist stubbornly."

"It's a Shikigami you can't get. Canceling the contract is no loss to Miss Sakura Kurumi."

Seeing that Yingkong Kurumi was still gritting her teeth and persevering, a few blood vessels behind her eyeballs broke off and moved around her leather jacket like tentacles.

One of them crawled into the zipper of the shiny black leather jacket.

Yingkong Kurumi gritted her teeth and tried hard to control her throat so that no sound would come out.

In just a few seconds, most of my hair was wet.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zuo appeared behind him silently.

The old man and the middle-aged man looked back in disbelief.

How could a young man appear here silently?

"Who are you?" The old man and the middle-aged man moved a few steps calmly to form a corner formation.

"Fujino-kun, save me." Sakura Kurumi said with difficulty.

"Fujino? Are you from the Exorcist Guard?" The old man waved his hand.

The eyeballs behind him retracted their blood vessels and returned to the umbrella.

The surrounding space vibrates.

The next moment, Tang Feng's umbrella appeared behind Fang Zuo.

"How did you get to this floor?" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, then took out a Japanese wind chime and shook it.

"Was it difficult to get up here?" Fang Zuoshou surveyed the surroundings, then smiled at the tied-up woman opposite him and said, "Captain Yingkong Kurumi, are you okay?"

"Why are you here alone?" Yingkong Kurumi's evil magic did not retreat. She gritted her teeth and endured the heightened senses, trying not to let out a shameful moan: "Baga, run away, run away!"

She tried hard to shout out this sentence, her face full of despair. How could there be such a stupid man who actually came to save her alone?

Who does he think he is.

"Father, none of the Shikigami below responded." The middle-aged man had a serious expression on his face.

"Is there anyone else?" The old man in kimono slowly took off half of his kimono, revealing the right half of his body.

And a shriveled right arm covered with talismans.

"Hey, I can't sense anyone else." Tang Feng Umbrella Demon chuckled, his eyes rolling around: "Now I can have some fun with living people."

"A five-hundred-year-old ghost is the most powerful ghost in this building. Your family has spent a lot of time cultivating it, generation after generation." Fang Zuo glanced at the Tangfeng Umbrella Demon and shook his head: "In order to control it, you forced it into a spiritual tool."

“It’s like holding a sharp blade in your hand. You want to swing it, but you’re afraid of hurting yourself.”

"Instead of trying to improve your swordsmanship, you've put this sharp blade into a scabbard that can't be removed."

"This method is simply a joke."

The kimono-clad old man slowly straightened his hunched body, his eyes gleaming with brilliance: "Who on earth are you?"

Fang Zuosha stared at the talisman on the old man in kimono with interest: "Ancient witch script?"

"No." Fang Zuo shook his head and smiled: "You copied the Taoist mantra so poorly that even I can't tell." "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. Where is the Shikigami of this building?" The middle-aged man put his right hand into the center of his left palm and slowly pulled out a black dagger.

The dagger was covered with various blinking compound eyes, which was extremely disgusting.

"You sacrificed yourself to control this demonic dagger?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows. "You're truly ruthless."

"Catch him and interrogate him slowly." The old man in kimono shouted, and his shriveled arms covered with talismans became extremely strong and muscular as if they were inflated.

The Tangfeng Umbrella Monster behind Fang Zuo rolled his eyes and a black light froze Fang Zuo.

The middle-aged man shouted and threw the dagger.

The compound eyes on the dagger sprayed out web-like spider silk, covering Fang Zuo.

The old man in kimono gathered his strength and punched Fang Zuo with his huge right fist.

Fang Zuo smiled slightly.

First, he completely ignored the black light, grabbed the umbrella monster, and gently broke it in two.

Throw it on the ground.

Then blow gently.

A three-colored true fire appeared out of nowhere and burned the spider web into pieces.

Then he punched the old man's huge right arm.

'Snapped. '

There was a sound of bones breaking, and the old man's arms hung on the ground, wailing in pain.

"Certainly."

Fang Zuo used his spiritual power to restrain the middle-aged man who wanted to escape.

The old man in kimono rolled over in pain under Fang Zuo's feet.

Fang Zuo kicked it away casually like trash.

A golden light flashed in his hand, and the umbrella monster on the ground was sucked into a ball of black gas by the golden light.

"Such a filthy ghost, I am so disgusted that I don't even want to eat it."

He casually threw the black air and the evil god's divine consciousness together.

As the black air was sucked out, the huge eyeballs of the Tangfeng Umbrella Demon stopped moving.

It slowly turned gray, and then with a 'boom' it turned into ashes.

Only a broken ordinary oil-paper umbrella was left.

"Do you want them dead or alive?"

Fang Zuo asked Yingkong Hutao who was stunned.

At this moment, Sakura Kurumi was completely shocked and speechless.

Although he asked Fang Zuo for help before being caught, he hoped more that he would report to the Tokyo Exorcist Guard.

Bring your team to rescue him. After all, no Onmyoji family is willing to completely break off relations with the government.

This is also the biggest reason why she joined the Tokyo Exorcist Guard.

Who knew that after gritting his teeth and persevering, the person he waited for was Fang Zuo alone.

But at that moment of despair, it only lasted a few seconds.

Everything she saw was so unbelievable that she even forgot the senses of the sensitive parts of her body.

"Do you want them to live or die?" Fang Zuo asked again impatiently.

"Let them go. Their people are in the Security Department now. I will take back everything that belongs to me myself." Yingsong Kurumi said with difficulty.

Still struggling to resist the excitement of the body.

"You guys go." Fang Zuo frowned and retracted his magic.

The middle-aged man hurriedly helped the old man in kimono up and was about to walk out the door.

"Tonight, this building will be transferred to my name. With your family's influence, you should know who I am." Fang Zuo said calmly, "Remember, tonight! Otherwise, I will come to take it tomorrow."

After saying that, Fang Zuo walked towards Yingkong Walnut with interest without caring about the two people who fled.

She was wearing a fitted shiny black leather jacket and was sweating profusely as she persevered.

Fang Zuo snapped his fingers and untied the rope.

Yingkong Kurumi propped herself up and stretched her leather jacket.

It also reveals her fitting curves, making the arc fuller and firmer.

With the unique luster of leather jacket, it creates waves with the rise and fall of breathing.

His feet felt numb and he fell towards Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo hugged her tightly.

The rich scent of sweat from the woman in my arms.

Intertwined with the smell of women's excited hormones.

Seeing Fang Zuo's nose twitching, Yingkong Hutao became even more shy.

"Baka!" she cursed coquettishly.

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

"Snapped."

The big hand slapped her perky buttocks hard.

(End of this chapter)