Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 239 The changes in the body that embarrass women
This condensed into a huge white lightning, falling rapidly from the sky, with unstoppable force.

Faster and faster, in a flash
In mid-air, it seemed as if a sharp spear was splitting the sky and earth apart. Tiny electric lights like golden snakes were madly flashing around the spear. The "sharp" electric current seemed to be real, and tiny cracks were cut into the surrounding space.

Under this devastating force, the white lightning spear even transformed into a dragon shape, shooting down and slashing down.

The lightning spear of the heavenly tribulation, which gathered thousands of thunders into one point, brought with it endless pressure from the heavenly tribulation. Even Fang Zuo felt a little pressure.

His face looked a little ugly.

Although the thunder tribulation that night was long and intensive, the power of a single lightning bolt was far less than this divine punishment.

If I had to endure this kind of thunder tribulation all night, I would have died long ago.

The white lightning spear appeared in front of him in the instant Fang Zuo was thinking.

The residual soul of the young Ashura child has also been materialized at this time.

The previously blurred outline now has a three-dimensional and oppressive feel.

The pressure brought by the nine-day thunder of heavenly tribulation caused the unyielding factor towards heaven in his blood to begin to awaken.

The six horizontal eyes were originally a little confused, but now they were staring at the sky with a fierce look.

"Come on, Emperor Haotian." The remains of the Asura child roared, spread his legs and stood firmly on the ground. His muscles were knotted all over, and red lines appeared on his black body, glowing with a ferocious red light. He swung his fists at the six giant arms of the White Lightning Spear.

Boom!

Six fists wrapped in black light shields burst out with dazzling white light the moment they met the Nine Heavens Thunder, like the strong light of the midday sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The Nine Heavens Thunder was stopped by a fist and then overturned and pressed down. At the place where the remains of Asura were standing, the electric energy was extremely compressed into a white ball of light with a radius of ten meters.

Countless tiny golden electric currents were flowing in the surrounding space.

Then the white ball of light exploded.

Energy radiates from every angle.

at the same time.

The five F35 fighter jets circling in the sky were already some distance away from the remains of Asura.

The drivers were all at a loss as they saw the sudden lightning strike in the distance.

A huge white light spread out, shining indiscriminately.

Inside the cabin, all the electronic equipment was flashing red lights violently, alarms were blaring continuously, and the pointers of various parameters on the dashboard were swinging up and down.

No matter how the driver tried to pull it up, it was useless.

The five F35 fighter jets suddenly lost control and fell to the ground like fallen leaves.

At the center of the white light explosion.

Fang Zuo stood there motionless, allowing the pressure and energy to hit him.

He stared intently at every movement on Asura's body, not daring to miss a single detail.

The remains of Asura kept the posture of six giant arms waving fists towards the sky, with the head raised high and the mouth wide open.

The circle of black pits around him were all caused by the compression and materialization of lightning energy, but the place where he stood remained the same.

The huge white light slowly disappeared.

The remains of Asura slowly turned to ashes, and the six giant arms that were raised high in the air and clenched into fists began to turn into a puff of black smoke and dissipated in this world.

Fang Zuo sighed and showed some respect to the remnant soul.

Although Mount Sumeru was shattered, this ancient vicious tribe did not know whether the final outcome would be genocide or escape, but their indomitable spirit could be seen in the residual soul of this Asura child.

The Ashura clan will never be enslaved!!

Fang Zuo stretched out his hand, a wisp of black smoke lingering around his fingertips.

This was after Asura's remaining body and soul exploded with their maximum energy to counter the white light. Before the white lightning completely destroyed him, some of the original power was absorbed by Fang Zuo.

Boom boom boom boom!
Five loud bangs were heard at the foot of Mount Fuji in the distance.

Five F-35s crashed one by one.

Five flames erupted.

The next moment, Fang Zuo appeared on another peak of Mount Fuji.

After setting up the concealment formation, Fang Zuo looked inward at his Nascent Soul.

Miserable.

The great pressure on the soul caused the Nascent Soul to become extremely weak, and the body was also somewhat damaged by the residual power of the white lightning.

Fang Zuo played with the black smoke in his hand, which was emitting a faint black light. After thinking for a moment, he resolutely slapped it on his body.

The Taoist Thirteen Supreme Classics on Body Strengthening slowly came to mind.

An original force that was beyond his understanding slowly blended with the vitality of his body.

Fang Zuo guided this power, and walked slowly in his body according to the texture of the Asura's remains copied from his Nascent Soul, opening up a new way for energy to circulate in his meridians. At the same time, he carefully strengthened his foundation by combining the body-building chapters of the Thirteen Classics.

The more he shaped his body according to the texture he had copied, the more he discovered that it had many similarities with the physical bodies of the cultivation methods recorded in the Thirteen Classics of the Supreme Being.

It seems that they came from the Ashura clan.

No wonder some Taoist masters had commented and left messages raising doubts in the past, saying that humans have had the same appearance since ancient times, and that their bodies consist of nothing more than twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians.

How could one cultivate a three-headed, six-armed physical body after practicing the Taoist body-refining method?

I think the Taoist immortals who created this body-building method in ancient times knew that no matter how humans cultivated their bodies, they would always be inferior to those ferocious creatures. So, just like what I am doing now, I captured a lot of ancient ferocious creatures to find a way to strengthen my body.

Perhaps the Asura clan members were not spared either.

I don’t know how long it took.

The original power of these Asuras finally merged with the body. Fang Zuo took out some incense power and injected it into the body. He slowly absorbed it according to the texture of the Asura clan that he had copied.
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There was a noisy atmosphere in the Japanese Parliament.

The new round of parliamentary elections has finally come to an end.

The party of Japan's interim Prime Minister Shigeru Shigeharu lost all its members in the previous election and even failed to reach the number required by Japanese law.

According to Japanese law, if the prime minister's party does not have the required number of members, the prime minister must step down.

just now.

Not only was he himself questioned by the public, but his party also lost the election for parliament. This made him, who was already unpopular, feel like he was surrounded by enemies.

This means that if Prime Minister Shigeru Yoshida does not find a solution, he will become the shortest-lived prime minister in Japanese history.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in his seat in Congress with lifeless eyes, neither happy nor sad.

Mei Shiraishi looked at her sister who was obviously thinner with heartache. She could not even eat a few bites of food these days.

Not only her, but even the little one at home, Oda Yui, didn't eat much.

Whether it was homemade or takeout, he said he had no appetite and went upstairs after eating two bites.

Mei Shiraishi heard sobbing sounds coming from inside the room, and went to knock on the door, but the door wouldn't open no matter what. The person locked themselves in the room and refused to come out.

Then the next day I went back to study with a pale face.

"Mr. Shiraishi?" Abe Noja walked over with a frown, looking at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's appearance, with questions in his mind.

She was still wearing a white shirt and a gray uniform skirt, and she had obviously lost a lot of weight.

Why is this woman whom I admire so absent-minded lately? Is she sick?

"Huh? What did you say, Congressman Abe?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu raised his head and said with a hint of apology.

"I say, what do you think of our 'short-lived' prime minister?" Abe Nosuke repeated.

"Although our Prime Minister faces 'dismissal,' all he needs to do is find MPs to support him within the stipulated time." Shiraishi Nagimitsu habitually tucked his long hair. "According to our country's laws, all he needs to do is find MPs from other parties to reach the quorum."

"Whether it's spending money or making promises, I believe our prime minister should be able to find enough MPs."

"Of course, if no one makes trouble." Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at Abe Noja with a meaningful look.

"Don't look at me, Councillor Shiraishi. Although I was the one who directed the last black gold incident, the subsequent fermentation was not caused by me." Abe Nojaguar spread his hands.

"Oh?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu was a little surprised: "Then who did it?"

After the last incident in which Abe Noja directed the accusation against the interim Prime Minister for black money, just as Shiraishi Nagiko had expected, Shigeki Shiba put the blame on the accountant, using the excuse that the data was distorted due to miscalculation.

However, the black gold incident was not resolved because of this explanation.

The accountant, who had clearly written a testimony to take the blame, decisively retracted his confession at the procuratorate, pushing the interim prime minister into the spotlight again.

Shiraishi Nagiko thought that the accountant's change of testimony was also a trick of Abe Nojaku.

"From what I've learned, it's Washington who's behind this," Abe Nosuke sneered. "It's well known that the prosecutors' offices in Japan and South Korea are the same as those in Washington. Several of the senior prosecutors there are Protestants, and their children are all in North America."

"Who made our Prime Minister, who has such lofty ambitions, declare upon taking office that he would station troops in Guam? I think this was a warning from Washington."

"Mr. Shiraishi, are you sick?" Seeing that Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't respond and returned to his initial confusion, Abe Nojaku finally asked his doubts: "Why have you lost so much weight these days?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head, forced a smile, said nothing, and tidied up the things on the table.

A pair of small hands as white as jade, so thin that the blue veins are visible.

The bitterness that flashed across his eyes made Abe Noja even more suspicious.

"Sister, are we going to pick up Yui today?" After Abenozuke left, Shiraishi Mei asked in a low voice.

Now she was very careful when speaking to her sister, even speaking in a lower voice.

At this time, my sister looked pale and haggard, as if she would faint if she spoke a little louder. She looked like a sickly person who would faint at any time.

"Yeah." Shiraishi Nagimitsu answered.

That's how she is these days, hardly any long sentences.

Mei Shiraishi sighed inwardly.

Arrived at the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.

Oda Yui had been waiting for them at the door for a long time. When she saw the car coming, she opened the door, got in and sat in the passenger seat.

Not a word.

The three of them just sat there in silence.

The car was dead silent.

It has been like this these days, no one speaks. The man is gone, as if taking away all the happiness and hope.

Return to the villa.

Oda Yui and Shiraishi Nagiko sat on the sofa one after another.

Oda Yui was swiping her phone every time, with a worried look on her face.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu kept changing TV channels with dull eyes.

On TV, Keiko Minamikawa was reporting the news that Mount Fuji was suddenly struck by lightning and a Japanese fighter plane crashed during training.

Before Minamikawa Keiko could finish her words, Shiraishi Nagimitsu pressed her fingers unconsciously and changed the channel, jumping through more than a dozen channels in just a few seconds.

"Sister, Yui, are you hungry? Let me fry some steak for you." Mei Shiraishi looked at the two people she cared about the most and said with a forced smile.

"I don't want to eat. I won't eat anymore." Oda Yui shook her head.

"Me too." Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't finish his words.

“You guys!!! Aa ...

A sharp scream was heard, and Mei Shiraishi suddenly started shouting madly.

The sudden scream successfully interrupted the sorrow of the mother and daughter.

"I've had enough of you, mother and daughter." Mei Shiraishi grabbed Nagimitsu Shiraishi and Yui Oda and pushed them to the dressing mirror.

Two pale and thin faces appeared in the mirror.

"Look at what you two have become?" Shiraishi Mei shouted. "Although I really can't understand why you two would become like this just because of a man's disappearance."

"But life must go on, and food must be eaten. That man is not dead."

"If he comes back and sees you like this, will he be happy?"

"I don't care if you cry or stare blankly, but at least eat your meal normally, right?"

"If everyone starves to death, how can we wait for that man to come back?"

After speaking loudly in one breath, Mei Shiraishi finally let out the emotions that had been suppressed for these days.

Deathly silence.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly raised his arm.

Mei Shiraishi was so frightened that she quickly hugged her head: "Oh, sister, I was wrong, I won't do it again, don't hit my face!!"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu gently lowered his arm, patted Shiraishi Mei's face, and forced a smile: "I want it medium rare."

Oda Yui also took Shiraishi Mei's arm: "Me too, auntie."

"Hey!!! Okay, okay, I'll go fry it right away and it'll be done soon." Mei Shiraishi wiped her eyes with moisture and quickly ran towards the refrigerator.

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Inside the University of Tokyo School of Medicine.

Feng Dielian was lying on the hospital bed, and there was finally some blush on her pale little face.

Her injuries have recovered well. Fortunately, she was sent to the hospital in time, and her damaged organs are gradually recovering.

During this period, the lieutenant of the Maritime Self-Defense Force, Hashimoto Yuna, also came to see her. After the two quarreled for a few words, Hashimoto Yuna left with a sneer.

However, the precious fruits he brought were obviously carefully selected, and this naval commander was not a bad person.

Feng Dielian said in her heart.

After this experience, the three women who had experienced life and death together had an inexplicable feeling pulling them together.

They all have their own thoughts, different goals, and carry different things, but they are closer to each other.

Feng Dielian glanced at Yingkong Kurumi who was standing blankly at the window, looking at the scenery outside.

Everything seems the same, but she has changed a lot.

This was Fengdielian’s first feeling.

From the time she woke up until now, she has never seen this official smile.

I've never seen her with twin ponytails.

She always has a high ponytail and a cold face.

And I lost a lot of weight.

Her already slim back became even slimmer.

It can be seen from the two buttocks that were originally so full that they were almost bursting that they are now a little thinner than before.

Every time she came to see him, she would stare blankly out the window, not saying much. Occasionally she would take out her cell phone to look at it, then put it back.

"You..." Feng Dielian said hesitantly, "Tingzheng, are you okay?"

"Me?" Yingkong Kurumi turned around, shook her head, and said solemnly: "It's okay."

"I heard from my colleagues that you haven't slept for three consecutive days." Feng Dielian said, "You still think you're fine?"

"It's really okay. Don't I do this often?" Yingsong Kurumi forced a smile and turned around, still looking out the window, not knowing what she was looking at.

Feng Dielian's uneasiness was growing.

A speculation gradually became clearer.

Did something happen to that man?

Feng Dielian wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to. The worry in her heart made her unable to control herself.

Suppress the violent beating of your heart.

Feng Dielian finally spoke out.

"The hall is busy." Feng Dielian hesitated and said tentatively, "Don't stay here with me all the time. Go on a date with your boyfriend. I heard from my colleagues that the latest movie is very good."

"Oh." Yingkong Kurumi responded without any expression.

This made Feng Dielian a little confused. What happened?
"Tingzheng, how did you and your boyfriend meet? Tell me about it."

"Next time," Yingkong Kurumi said lightly, still without turning around.

But Feng Dielian keenly noticed that the hall master, who was always optimistic, cheerful and decisive, shrugged slightly.

Was she crying because she mentioned that man?
Feng Dielian didn't dare to ask further. She felt as if she had sunk into ice water and her whole body was cold.

I hope he's okay.

Sakura Kurumi looked out the window.

Take a deep breath.

He secretly wiped the tear marks from his face.

As the director of the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau, she easily used her authority to find the telecommunications company and received a message after returning.

This mobile phone number has been unable to connect to the signal for a long time, let alone GPS.

This made Yingkong Kurumi even more certain that something had happened to Fang Zuo.

Thinking of this, tears started to flow again.

Yingsora Kurumi, you are still too weak, useless thing, you only know how to cry and can't help him at all.

Yingkong Kurumi slapped herself hard.

'Snapped. '

The slapping sound woke up the nervous Feng Dielian, and she looked at Yingkong Kurumi's back in surprise.

No words were spoken, and no one asked why.

Some things need to be understood, not asked.

Fortunately, she can understand.

If she could, she would also like to slap herself.

furiously.

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Night has fallen

Jin Meiting was wearing a red satin pajamas with a red thong sandwiched between her buttocks.

Clamp your legs.

She picked up a bottle of red wine on the table and drank a few mouthfuls in big gulps.

She didn't care as the red liquid slipped into her red lace bra.

After taking away the bottle, she gasped heavily with red lips.

A little tipsy.

I never knew that I would be so scared without that man.

Even though these bodyguards are still there, and they still go back and forth to these places every day.

However, every day I feel like my life is counting down.

It turns out that both her ambition and her body desperately need that man.

knock knock knock.

The door rings.

Jin Meiting knew who was coming.

Now only a few people can come to this floor without notifying the hotel.

I opened the door and it was indeed her.

A beautiful woman in a black nightgown stands at the door
Morisawa Rena.

Her cheeks are slightly sunken, which gives her face without makeup a kind of morbid beauty.

"Why didn't you change your clothes and came here in your nightgown?" Jin Meiting forced a smile and welcomed Morisawa Rena in.

Reina Morisawa looked at the bottle of red wine placed alone on the table without even taking out the glass.

"What? You're drinking so much? You don't even want a cup." Morisawa Reina sighed and said this, but she picked up the half bottle of red wine that Jin Meiting had drunk, tilted her head back, and started drinking from the bottle in big gulps.

"If I don't drink more, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future." Jin Meiting sighed and took out another bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet next to her.

"Don't be so pessimistic." Rena Morisawa put down the bottle, burped slightly, and wiped the corner of her lips with her hand.

Looking at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and her own reflected face, she picked up her lipstick and silently touched it up.

"I have always been intoxicated by the upper class of this world, but when I found that he was no longer by my side, I suddenly felt that all my ambitions were so unrealistic." Jin Meiting sighed and lay on the sofa with her arms open.

The nightgown was loose, revealing her red bra and red thong.

Looking at Reina Morisawa who was insistently reapplying her lipstick, Jin Meiting said, "You haven't changed your manicure for a long time, and it's growing out a little."

Morisawa Reina looked down at her manicure and gave a wry smile: "Yeah, I'm not in the mood for this. Like you said, I can't get excited about anything. Suddenly I feel like life is so boring."

She looked at Jin Meiting, who had her arms and legs spread out, exposing them in a relaxed manner, and shook her head: "Look, they've grown so long, they can't be covered at all, why don't you trim them?"

Jin Meiting looked down, a blush crossing her face. "I used to trim my hair every day, thinking he might come over any day. I haven't really paid attention to this these days."

"It's better to keep it and see how long it can grow. Maybe he will like it when he comes back." Rena Morisawa giggled.

"I hope so." Jin Meiting was being stared at by Morizawa Reina. These unusual features made her feel a little embarrassed, so she crossed her legs again. "Have you ever thought about what would happen if he didn't come back?"

"I've thought about it." Morisawa Reina sighed and sat next to Jin Meiting: "But what can we do? His level is beyond our imagination."

"As for the Yamaguchi-gumi, there are no internal problems. I am confident that it can operate stably, but I am not sure about the external enemies."

"To be honest, I haven't had a good night's sleep these days. I'm always dreaming about the Mafia, the government, and assassins."

"I'm the same as you." Jin Meiting sighed, nodded and said, "I hope the boss can come back soon."

"Master will definitely do it." Rena Morisawa also nodded.

They each picked up a bottle of red wine and clinked them together.

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On Mount Fuji.

A middle-aged man in a white suit is looking for something with a frown on his face.
As soon as his master gave the order, he quickly rushed to Mount Fuji.

But only some of the remnant soul of Asura remains here.

Nothing else exists.

On another hill, a group of Taoist priests wearing robes embroidered with chrysanthemums and gold edges were also searching.

Fang Zuo, who was not far away, slowly opened his eyes in the concealment magic circle.

With the help of the Taoist body training methods, this body finally gained some of the effects of the Asura clan's methods.

But at the same time, this body seemed to have some changes that Fang Zuo did not expect.

Fang Zuo felt his body, and his face turned pale and blue.

These Japanese women must be feeling a little embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)