Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 248 Beautiful Eastern European Woman

"Why can't I come?" Fang Zuo put Momoki Kanonai down, pulled out a chair and sat down: "I never said I couldn't come."

"But, you are not me." Momoki Kanonai had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start.

Countless fragments flashed through Momoki Kanona's little head like a revolving lantern.

Thinking of these little details, she had many questions she wanted to ask.

These problems that gave her a headache finally came together into one, the most important problem.

"Uncle, who are you?" Momoki Kanonai said.

Why does it appear in my dream and then appear next to me?

She even made herself blush.

Fang Zuo didn't answer.

He leaned back, holding his head with both hands, and the stool stood on one side, swaying.

A pair of feet were casually placed on the dark Bible on the table.

Momoki Kanonai was stunned. Why did this scene seem so familiar?

It's just like the hateful and disgusting man downstairs every time I go to and from class.

Whenever I pass by, I always curse in a low voice.

"Can't you remember?" Fang Zuo said, "You scolded me every day."

"Are you that hateful Fang?"

"Yes, every time you shout excitedly, you hug me tightly, and the next day when you pass by me, you give me a cold look and curse me with disdain." Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders: "I am the unlucky one."

"What bad luck! It's obviously you. You... I won't live anymore. I'll strangle you to death." Momoki Kanonai recalled so many embarrassing scenes and suddenly pounced on him. She didn't care whether the stool would collapse or not, and just threw her petite body on the man.

He tilted his little head back, gritted his teeth, and tightly grasped Fang Zuo's neck with his little hands.

I'd rather strangle you to death.

Fang Zuo cooperated by shaking his head and pretending to be suffocating.

But as Momoki Xiangzhinai was pinching, she loosened her hands and put her little face on Fang Zuo's chest.

Her petite body lay on Fang Zuo like a doll.

He cried out "Wow" and burst into tears.

"Why are you crying again?" Fang Zuo touched her head.

"No, I'm very happy. I'm happy that you're real, but I was so sad just now." Momoki Kanonai twitched and wiped her tears: "I was created as a vessel."

"So are you happy or sad now?" Fang wiped her tears with the back of his left hand.

Momoki Kanonai stopped crying, raised her head when she heard this question, was stunned for a moment, and her tears seemed to stop flowing.

I'm thinking hard about this problem.

Am I happy or sad?

at last.

Her little mouth curled up and her nose twitched.

She cried out "Wow" again.

"I don't know, I just want to cry." Momoki Kanonai threw herself into Fang Zuo's arms: "What should I do?"

"What's there to cry about? We are all made." Fang Zuo reached out and rubbed her small but plump buttocks hard.

Changing shapes in the hands.

Momoki Kanonai reacted immediately, her face flushed, her tears stopped slightly, and she punched the man with her little fist: "How can they be the same? How can they be all made up?"

"What's the difference? No one can choose who created them. We are all forced into this world, and then have different happiness and misfortunes, and are forced to grow up." Fang Zuo's kneading felt good, and he put his other hand on it.
"The most important thing is to make yourself happy and live for yourself. If you can find some value and purpose in life, that's even better. If you can't, that's fine too."

Momoki Kanonai wiped her tears with her little hands, then wiped her nose, then buried her little face in Fang Zuo's shirt, wiping it vigorously like a towel: "What about you, what was your growth experience, were you happy or unhappy, tell me about it."

"Let's talk about it next time. Now I need you to help me." Fang Zuo grabbed hard with both hands until the money overflowed from his fingers.

"Hate it, I'm still sad." Momoki Kanonai said, but slowly buried her head.

"It's not this." Fang Zuo closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a moment, then suddenly said.

"Ah?" Momoki Kanonai raised her head, her eyes blank.

"I just ask you to help me keep working hard and strive to become the Archbishop." Fang Zuo lowered his head, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and then put his thumb into her mouth again.

Momoki Kanona was as obedient as a kitten: "But you are no longer the person in the dream, so you don't need me anymore, right?"

"Yes, I want to visit the Protestant heaven, and I need an archbishop to help me." Fang Zuo patted Momoki Kanonai's little head.

"Do you need me?" Momoki Kanonai's eyes shone.

"Yeah, I need you."

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Sakura Kurumi came to Baihuizi's small building.

"You're here, Yingkong Walnut Hall." Bai Huizi said with a smile: "Please take a seat."

This beautiful woman from the Spiritual Society is now increasingly unwilling to avoid Yingkong Kurumi.

It is clearly the cold autumn season.

But she walked out wearing a black lace bra and a pair of light blue panties.

There were tiny beads of sweat on the white and smooth flesh.

It gathered into a stream of sweat and slid into the bra.

The face is flushed.

Obviously he had just been exercising very hard.

"Don't get me wrong, I was just doing yoga." Baihuizi took out a white towel and wiped her chest and forehead.

He picked up a bottle of water next to him and drank it.

"What misunderstanding?" Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile: "Mrs. Bai Huizi, I didn't say anything."

"Haha, I'm glad there's no misunderstanding." Bai Huizi walked over with a strong feminine scent: "I don't want to give Yingkong Kurumi Hall the impression that I'm too unsatisfied."

As her slightly plump waist twisted, her plump buttocks trembled slightly.

"Although I am indeed sexually unsatisfied." Bai Huizi said frankly, shrugging her shoulders: "We are all women, and you will be my age too, there is nothing wrong to say."

Yingkong Kurumi didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she could only smile at Bai Huizi and say, "Shouldn't you pour me a cup of tea? Oh, and by the way, have they figured out anything about the American military architectural drawings we provided to the Jiuju faction?"

"I'm sorry, I'm being rude." Bai Huizi put on a light gauze pajamas, barefoot, and poured a glass of water in front of Yingkong Kurumi.
"We haven't received any news from the Jiuju Sect yet. They said it was a huge formation diagram, but they haven't figured out what it is. And then we ran into the incident with Ah Xiu's residual soul."

"I'm bothering Yingkong Hutao Hall Master to come here this time because Lingyi has something to ask. I hope Yingkong Hutao Hall Master can agree to it."

"Spiritual Association? What's going on?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned slightly, leaned back slightly and said, "You won't let me take risks again, will you?"

"How is that possible? With Sakura Kurumi's current status, no one can force you unless you are willing." Bai Huizi said with a smile, "The Rei Dissident Association has discussed it and hopes that you can spare Sensoji Temple and not expel them all from Tokyo. Omori Masa has already confessed in the Self-Defense Forces Police Court. The charges have been confirmed, and we can just hold the main culprit accountable."

"After all, Sensō-ji Temple is a centuries-old heritage. It deserves its place both now and in Japanese history. We don't want it to just disappear into history."

"If that's the case, I'm sorry, Councillor Bai Huizi, please reply to the Spiritual Dissent Council. I'm afraid I can't do that." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head and sneered, "To ambush and murder a law enforcement officer with the highest rank is not a crime that can be erased by just a few centuries of inheritance."

"If that's the case, where is the authority of Japanese law? How many families in Japan have been passed down for hundreds of years?"

"But." Bai Huizi was about to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Yingkong Kurumi.

"I admit that Sensoji Temple has its historical significance, so let it become a historical monument and remain in history for tourists to visit." Sakura Kurumi said:
"Although Omori Masaru is currently being held by the Maritime Self-Defense Force, all the Onmyoji of Senso-ji Temple are being held by the Tokyo Exorcist Guard. Anyone who participated or was indirectly involved will not be able to escape punishment under Japanese law."

"And I can tell Councillor Bai Huizi that most of the Onmyoji have confessed their crimes. I have already handed over their confessions and evidence to the Supernatural Department of the Procuratorate."

"All I can guarantee to the Lingyi Association is that we will never wrongfully accuse a single Yin-Yang Master. We have their own confessions, and every process is recorded as evidence."

"Their expulsion from the Tokyo metropolitan area is a foregone conclusion and there is no possibility of their withdrawal. From now on, Senso-ji Temple will be managed by ordinary people and return to being a common religious and tourist destination."

"I've already written a report on this and submitted it to the desk of Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima. As for whether the government will take the lead or Senso-ji Temple itself will manage it, that's not something I can decide."

Bai Huizi was stunned and looked at Yingkong Kurumi's cold little face.

The Chief of the Security Department, who had grown up under her watch, not only had the same cold and elegant appearance as before, but also seemed to be becoming more and more tough in his methods of doing things.

I would have thought that she would refuse the proposal of the Spiritual Dissent Society after some excuses, but I didn't expect her to be so decisive.

This way of rejection made Baihuizi silent for a while, and she couldn't think of any other words to persuade him.

Perhaps it is a good thing that Japan has one more director of the National Security Agency.

After Yingkong Kurumi left.

Baihuizi sat there for a while in a daze.

Then she took out a white floral dress from the closet, put it on neatly, and took a car to Ueno Park in Tokyo.

Ueno Park is not far from the Imperial Palace, and this place is almost one of the most expensive lands in Asia.

The car drove into a large villa in the park.

After getting off the car, Baihuizi walked straight into the villa.

The servants and bodyguards all knew the lady and bowed before letting her go.

Baihuizi walked into the hall of the villa and knocked on the door of a reception room next to it.

"Is this Baihuizi? Please come in." said an old voice.

Baihuizi pushed the door open and walked in.

There was only a white-haired old man sitting in the main seat, and several older men sitting in the guest seats next to him.

One of them was laughing and chatting with the old man.

It was Japan's interim Prime Minister Shigeki Shigeki.

"Councilor Momoeko, you're here." Prime Minister Shiba Shigeru said with a smile. "Hello, Prime Minister." Momoeko nodded, then walked up to the old man and bowed slightly. "Master, Sakura Kurumi refused."

"Oh, really?" The old man said with a smile, "Did that little fellow put forward any conditions for releasing Sensoji Temple?"

"No," Bai Huizi said, "She refused very straightforwardly. She showed no intention of bargaining or trying to gain any benefits. It seems that the ambush and murder at Sensoji Temple has completely infuriated her."

"As expected, our chief minister is still too young to accept this. So, just refuse it," the old man said nonchalantly. "I'm also thinking of our family's centuries-long relationship with Senso-ji Temple, so I want to lend them a hand."

"According to the regulations of the Spiritual Dissent Association, Onmyoji do not have the power to be pardoned. Otherwise, I can issue a pardon order from the Prime Minister to pardon Omori Masaru." Prime Minister Shiba Shigeru said with a smile.

"That's not necessary." The old man sighed. "There's no such thing as an everlasting family. Every family will eventually fade into the dust of history. It's already a rare opportunity to leave a glorious mark in Japanese history. Let the past be the past. Countless families have already vanished."

"If our Iwasaki family had not taken advantage of the opportunity of World War II to rise again, we would have long since become a small, impoverished family and perhaps disappeared from Japanese history."

"Head of the Iwasaki family is too modest," said Prime Minister Shigeki. "These families cannot compare to the Iwasaki family now. Onmyoji have been gradually eliminated by modern society. Now the Iwasaki family and Mitsubishi Heavy Industries are the hope of Japan's military industry and one of the keys to Japan's national destiny. Japan still needs to rely on the Iwasaki family."

When the old man heard this, a hint of pride flashed in his gray eyes.

His eyes sparkled.

The operating revenue of all Mitsubishi Group companies will exceed US$2024 trillion in 15000.

The operating revenue of companies under Samsung Group, one of its Asian rivals, is only US$3500 billion.

Besides, Mitsubishi Group is almost entirely industrial.

without any exaggeration.

If war breaks out now, Mitsubishi Group alone can build a modern military formation of navy, army and air force.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, thank you for your kind words. On behalf of the Iwasaki family, I agree to the funding plan you requested." The old man smiled and said, "Although this attempt to amend the peace law has failed, we are still very grateful to you, Your Excellency. This is our gift to you."

"Then I would like to thank the Iwasaki family on behalf of the Japanese government." Prime Minister Shigeki stood up with a joyful look on his face. "I'll take my leave now."

"I'll see the Prime Minister off," the old man said, standing up.

Together with Bai Huizi, she chatted with Shiba Shigeki about some trivial matters while sending him to the garage.

After watching Prime Minister Shibamo's car leave.

The old man pondered for a moment.

"Momoeko, this is the closest we've ever been to amending Article 9, Paragraph 2 of the Constitution, but if I'm not mistaken, we've still failed." The old man sighed. "Congressman Shiraishi Nagimitsu's speech in the Diet was very successful, stirring up anti-war sentiment among the Japanese people. Under this kind of pressure, the Diet will definitely not pass a bill to amend the Constitution."

"Then what the Patriarch means," Bai Huizi frowned and said, "is what should we do next?"

"Let's put it aside for now. The current world situation has led the Japanese government to place an order for two more Izumo-class warships from us. However," the old man paused and continued, "someone from the demon tribe came to us not long ago and wanted to work with us to murder Councillor Shiraishi, but I refused."

"These demon tribes are growing bolder and bolder. Didn't they suffer enough during the last 'weapons' plan?" Bai Huizi sneered. "They barely have any young descendants left. Are they still going to fight to the death?"

"They're still dreaming of dominating Japan." The old man sighed. "They're a bunch of idiots who can't see the bigger picture. Even those centuries-old Onmyoji families have been wiped out one after another. The demon tribes, with their descendants dwindling, aren't even living out their final days in peace, instead of causing trouble every day."

"Momoko, please find a time to inform Councillor Shiraishi and ask her to be careful. Although she ruined Mitsubishi Arms's plans, winning her friendship is never a bad thing."

"Hi." Bai Huizi said with a slight bow.

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Yokosuka Naval Base in Tokyo Bay.

On an Izumo-class warship.

Yuuna Hashimoto was wearing a black Maritime Self-Defense Force uniform and a black and white military cap.

A pair of beautiful legs with exaggerated proportions are hidden in the uniform pants.

She lit a small black incense stick in her bedroom.

The fragrant wood burned violently, emitting a large amount of black mist.

A pair of red eyes appeared in the black fog in the air.

"Your Majesty the Emperor Sutoku." Hashimoto Yuuna knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"Hashimoto Yuna, I've read the report you submitted," Emperor Sutoku said. "This failure is not your fault. You did a great job."

"These are what I should do, thanks to the teachings of His Majesty Emperor Sutoku." Hashimoto Yua showed a grateful expression.

"I didn't tell you the details of this plan. Don't blame me, right?" Emperor Sutoku said lightly.

"I dare not. I was adopted by the Oni Department since I was a child. I grew up under the teachings of Your Majesty and have already made up my mind to dedicate myself to the Oni Department." Hashimoto Yuna said excitedly: "It is my honor to sacrifice myself for the Oni Department."

"Don't worry. In the last plan, even if you died, your soul would be stopped by me and returned to the Ghost Department." Emperor Sutoku said, "We haven't given up on you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Hashimoto Yuna crawled on the ground and did not dare to look up for a long time.

"That's it. If there is a new mission, I will inform you." After Emperor Sutoku finished speaking, his red eyes slowly closed and the black mist dissipated.

Hashimoto Yuuna slowly raised her head with a sneer on her face.

Since you did this to me, don't blame me for selling you all out.

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After leaving the Imperial Palace, Sakura Kurumi rode a Kawasaki motorcycle to Tokyo Bay.

She hasn't ridden a motorcycle for a long time since she became a hall manager.

It has been a long time since I last saw that man behind me.

I fell in love with him when I was driving a motorcycle and he was sitting behind me, hugging my belly.

Yingkong Kurumi took off her helmet, shook her hair, and looked at the sea.

The sea breeze gently blew her long hair.

She was wearing a black leather jacket and had a curvy figure.

under the night sky.

The moonlight was scattering silver fragments rolling on the waves.

Looking at the steps to the seaside, couples were whispering in groups of three or four.

A happy smile appeared on Sakura Sora Kurumi's delicate little face.

It was here that I met the man again.

He hugged himself, patted his back gently, and just sat there.

Under the sunset.

I slept very soundly that day.

"Sakura Sora Kurumi, the main hall master." A woman's voice, speaking not very standard Japanese, interrupted Sakura Sora Kurumi's memories.

Yingkong Kurumi turned her head and saw a white woman who also wore a black leather jacket and looked like she was from Eastern Europe coming over.

She wore delicate makeup, a little smoky eyes, light lipstick, and big European and American earrings.

The long wavy hair was also blown behind the head by the sea breeze, revealing extremely deep facial features

The three-dimensionality of the chin does not require any contouring.

The simple golden necklace on the neck makes the chest look even whiter.

The motorcycle leather jacket was open, revealing a low-cut blue dress.

"I've heard a lot about you, but it's our first time meeting you. I'm the Director of the Sakura Sora Walnut Hall," the Eastern European woman said with a smile, extending her hand. "My name is Caitlin Palacios, you can just call me Caitlin."

Yingkong Kurumi didn't extend her hand, but said calmly, "Your ID, Miss Caitlin."

"Yakura Walnut Hall is truly cautious," Caitlin Palacios said with a smile. "No wonder I often hear about you at UNCIPOL."

As she spoke, she took out a certificate from her arms and handed it to Yingkong Kurumi.

"Oh, what news is this about me?" Yingkong Kurumi took it and looked at the ID while staring at the woman with Eastern European appearance.

nodded.

Sure enough, the photo of the woman on the ICPO ID card looked exactly like her.

"Of course, it's about how beautiful and young the Minister of Sakura Sora Walnut is," Caitlin said with a smile. "Is there a problem with my ID, beautiful Minister? Now I can prove my identity, right?"

"Sorry, here's your passport," Sakura Kurumi said after handing the documents back to her.

"OK." Caitlin Palacios took out her passport from the inside pocket of her leather jacket and handed it to Yingkong Kurumi.

Yingsora Kurumi opened the passport, looked at it, compared it, and handed it back.

at the same time.

The pendant on her ear glowed golden.

Yingkong Kurumi scanned the woman opposite with her spiritual power.

No concealment of spells or magic props was found.

"Welcome to Japan, Officer Caitlin." Sakura Kurumi then extended her hand.

"Thank you for coming out to greet me so late at night. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yingkong Walnut Hall Manager." Caitlin put away her passport, stretched out her hand and shook it gently.

"This is my duty, it's not difficult at all. Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima places great importance on Interpol and asked me to come and speak to you personally." Sakura Kurumi turned around and pulled out another helmet from the Kawasaki motorcycle, tossing it to Caitlin. "You don't get carsick, do you, Officer Caitlin?"

"Kawasaki Z900" Caitlin took the helmet and reached out to touch the Kawasaki motorcycle. "It's like my dream lover. I've always wanted a motorcycle like this. It's not cheap."

He jokingly said to Sakura Kurumi, "It seems that the income of your Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau in Japan is really good, Sakura Kurumi."

"It's okay." Yingkong Kurumi shrugged: "Get in the car, sit behind me, I'll take you to the hotel."

"Before we go to the hotel, can I briefly explain why I came to Japan?" Caitlin said. "I don't want to wait until tomorrow. I hope I won't disturb Sakura Sora Kurumi's rest."

"That's exactly what I want to ask." Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile, "I'm just worried that Officer Caitlin must be a little tired after flying for dozens of hours."

"It's indeed been a bit too long. Russian airspace is closed, so I have to transfer to get to Japan." Caitlin said with a smile, "My mission to come to Japan is for a woman."

"Women?" Sakura Kurumi frowned. "What women? There are so many women entering Japan every day."

"She probably doesn't have an identity in Japan." Caitlin took out a photo and handed it to Yingkong Kurumi: "The reason I came here is to find her."

(End of this chapter)