Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 17: Baizang Demon Mountain, the chaos of Onmyoji.

Hearing this, Sannomiya Tsubaki was stunned and looked down at herself.

brush.

Sannomiya Tsubaki's little face turned red and purple in an instant.

"I'm sorry, Fujino-kun."

He let out an exclamation and bowed.

Then turn your little head.

Tapping.

Taking small and close steps.

He turned around and ran out in a panic.

"No need to apologize." Fang Zuo said loudly in the direction of Sangong Tsubaki: "Keep it like this in the future."

'Boom. '

"oops."

"sorry."

There were sounds of collision and screams coming from outside.

The little thing hit the glass door.

"What an interesting place." Fang Zuo shrugged.

It’s much more fun than those cold fairies in Maoshan, Qingcheng Mountain and Longhu Mountain.

The ambulance will be here soon.

At Fang Zuo's glance, the office staff obediently carried Kumano Heibei out.

Look inward at the Nascent Soul.

The baby's body was illusory and broken.

He was still breathing with his eyes closed and fell into a deep sleep.

In the corner, a red dot and a black dot huddled together, shivering and not daring to move.

The red dot is the evil god's divine consciousness.

The black spot is the ghost of the Tang Dynasty oil umbrella demon.

The problem with this divine consciousness and the ghost is the same, they are too mottled.

It is useless for Nascent Soul.

The umbrella spiritual tool that he broke had its spiritual energy devoured by ghosts over the years and was of no use.

Even the refining equipment is rubbish.

However, Fang Zuo had not expected that the 'Shikigami' passed down from generation to generation in these Onmyoji families were quite fancy.

"Fujino-kun." The Exorcist Guard came to the office from their post. "Someone's looking for you in the waiting room."

"Looking for me?" Fang Zuo was stunned.

In the past, people with my identity looked down upon me and no one looked up to me except the little girl Sannomiya Tsubaki.

Why would anyone still look for it?

Fang Zuo took the elevator to the waiting room. A middle-aged man in a suit quickly stood up when he saw Fang Zuo come in.

It is Sakura Kurumi's father.

"Hi! Mr. Fujino." The middle-aged man took a briefcase from the follower behind him.

He raised his hands above his head and said respectfully.

"Mr. Fujino, here's the title deed to the Xinrong Planning Building you requested, as well as the notarized deed bestowing it upon you."

"Very good, very quick." Fang Zuo took over. "You are able to clearly understand your own situation and value. Your family still has meaning in existence."

"I'm sorry, we were too arrogant." The middle-aged man raised his head and bowed 90 degrees: "The Yingkong family asks for your forgiveness."

He took out a rune bag from his arms and handed it to Fang Zuo over his head with both hands.

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows and took it, feeling that there was a ghost inside that was no less old than the Tang Dynasty umbrella demon.

"Is this Sakura Kurumi's Shikigami?"

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man bowed. "Please pass it on to Sakura Kurumi. The family also begs for her forgiveness. We hope she can come back to see us sometime."

Fang Zuo nodded. Although these people from the island country learned their own culture in a somewhat weird way.

But his ability to adapt to changing circumstances is even better than his master's.

Still have it.

"Is your father okay?" Fang Zuo asked casually.

"Thank you for your concern, my father is still recuperating."

"Okay, we're even now, you can go." Fang Zuo waved his hand.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujino." The middle-aged man raised his head with a longing look in his eyes: "The Sakura family hopes to gain your friendship. We can pay any price."

"Let me see your value first." Fang Zuo turned and entered the elevator.

Back at the police station's main office, Fang Zuo walked in when he saw Yingkong Kurumi standing in her office, waving at him through the glass. The office staff, upon seeing Fang Zuo, were breathless, their expressions gloating.

He was probably waiting to see himself being scolded by Sakura Kurumi just like before.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zuo walked into the door.

Under the astonished gazes of the staff, he walked around Sakura Sora Kurumi.

Flopped down in her chair.

"Humph, you don't even give me, the captain, any respect." Yingkong Kurumi pulled down the curtain: "Did you beat up Kumano Bei? When I came back, my colleagues were all complaining."

"Are you worried about me?" Fang Zuo put his legs up.

"I'm worried about Kumanobei's family. He's a half-demon from Baizang Yaoshan, and his master is also a Kenbu Shinto from Omi Hachiman." Yingkong Kurumi covered her mouth and laughed non-stop: "I'm afraid they'll come looking for us and cut off our bloodline."

"Bai Zang Monster Mountain?" Fang Zuo searched his memory. "Bai Zang Mountain in the far suburbs of Tokyo? With so many Onmyoji families in Tokyo, would they allow a herd of monsters to be stationed so close?"

"Of course." Yingkong Kurumi tiptoed and sat on the table. "The Onmyoji and the demon tribe have already negotiated peace since the Second World War. Although there are still many battles, large-scale conflicts are rare now."

"Not only that, the demon clan and the Onmyoji clan frequently intermarry."

Frequent intermarriage?

It seems that this group of people not only likes to experiment on ghosts, but also on humans.

What a perverted species.

If there is a chance, I would like to see how far the human-demon hybrids they have experimented with can grow.

He saw Sakura Kurumi sitting in front of him.

Only then did Fang Zuo notice that she had changed into a pair of ripped tight jeans.

It wraps the hips very snugly.

Sitting on the table, her buttocks were slightly round and half-round.

Black fishnet stockings are revealed through the holes from the knees to the thighs.

This kind of fishnet stockings will look extremely cumbersome if your legs are a little thicker, like a rice dumpling.

It fits perfectly on Sakura Sora Kurumi's slender long legs.

Noticing Fang Zuo looking at her long legs, Yingkong Kurumi's smile grew even wider.

"They also complained that you were going to switch jobs to Congressman Abe." She leaned over a little, closer to Fang Zuo.

For the first time, I felt like I was wearing too much.

"That's the plan." Fang Zuo rested his hands on the back of his head and rocked his chair gently. "Five times the salary."

"I don't believe it." Yingkong Kurumi shrugged her cute nose.

"She even allowed me to sit on her." Fang Zuo looked Yingkong Hutao up and down: "That's quite attractive."

"Dame, Damie, I don't believe it, I don't believe it." Yingkong Kurumi shook her little head repeatedly.

"If you don't believe it, forget it." Fang Zuo threw the talisman bag on the desk.

"This is..." Yingkong Kurumi reached out and took it in disbelief.

"This is Kaguya Touma." Sensing the breath inside, she hurriedly opened the talisman bag.

A small lamp-shaped ornament carved from an unknown gem was held in her hand.

Excitedly checking it over and over again.

"Your father sent it to you." Fang Zuo also sensed the spiritual tool: "It also allows you to visit the family when you have time."

This jewel ornament is not like the Tang Dynasty oil-paper umbrella, whose spiritual energy has been devoured by ghosts.

Instead, the ghost voluntarily entered this spiritual tool and refined the gem as if it were itself.

Sakura Kurumi hung the jeweled attire on her ear.

It turned out to be an earring.

Yingkong Kurumi shook her little head gently.

Whenever it is shaken, drops of sparkling light fall from the lamp-shaped mouth of the pot.

Colorful.

The delicate little face in the photo is even more stunning.

"Thank you." Yingkong Kurumi leaned over, hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck, and kissed him with her pink red lips.

I was so excited that I took the initiative and my face turned red with shyness.

After realizing.

He hurriedly exerted force on his waist and bounced up again.

"I didn't expect my father to send this to me. It seems he's not just afraid of you."

Ok?
Fang Zuo stretched out a finger and stroked back and forth on the fishing net of Yingkong Hutao's thigh.

Feel the delicate skin on her thighs.

The extremely sensitive Sakura Sora Kurumi trembled all over at the first touch.

I couldn't help but groan.

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