Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 27 Taoist Zhuyou, Nanchuan Jingzi.

Chiyoda Ward.

In the living room of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

Fang Zuo lay lazily on the sofa.

The old man made of black fog was also looking at Fang Zuo carefully.

"This is the Taoist Zhuyou technique. How did you learn it?" Fang Zuo said.

"Sodesner, this is indeed the Chinese Taoist Zhuyou technique." The old man's head made of black mist asked in surprise, "Who are you, and how did you know this?"

Fang Zuo snapped his fingers and the old man groaned in pain.

The thick black fog suddenly thinned a little.

"I'll repeat, answer whatever I ask." Fang Zuo said calmly, "Don't say anything unless I ask you."

"A long time ago, a senior came here and taught it to the Oda family." The old man replied breathlessly.

senior?

Fang Zuo was certain that this must be a senior from the Taoist sect.

But I don’t know which blessed place he is from.

Since the end of the Ming Dynasty, the laws of nature have been changing strangely.

The spiritual energy gradually became thinner.

Most people who practice Taoism are reluctant to leave their own blessed places, sacred mountains and rivers.

Who comes here again?
When did you come here?
Why did they leave behind the orthodox Taoist secret techniques?

"How many years ago? Do you have any proof of his existence?" Fang Zuo asked.

"No," the old man replied.

Fang Zuo shook his head and sighed.

"Do you know that the guys in your area are so good at changing their attitude according to the situation?"

"But why is it that no matter how hard you try, you can never find your way out?"

"It's because my vision is too narrow. I can't tell which side is the real strong wind."

"I can never tell which wind your ship can't resist!"

After saying that, he made a hand gesture.

A golden light shot into the black fog.

The old man's head trembled violently, turning into black clouds and then recombining.

"You used this kind of incantation technique. Although you bound their souls, in other words, you also bound yourself."

"I can easily tell you're lying!"

"I don't want to hear any more lies, got it?"

Fang Zuo ignored the pain that Hei Wu was in and touched the delicate and tender face of Shiraishi Nagimitsu beside him.

Even though Shiraishi Nagimitsu was still fast asleep, he still trembled all over.

Like a mother cat, feel the touch of the owner.

"He left us a note." The old man gasped violently.

The pain of every breath caused the black fog to churn.

"Send the note over here." Fang Zuo said.

"What? Don't even think about it." The black fog rolled violently, blurring the old man's face.

Fang Zuo sneered, his fingers wrapped in golden light.

Seeing this, the old man showed a ferocious look on his face.

Then there was a scream, and the black fog gradually dissipated.

"You cut off your own soul?" Fang Zuo was stunned and said with a smile, "You old man are quite courageous."

It seems that I have to go to Kyoto, Japan.

After Oda Nobunaga was burned to death by Akechi Mitsuhide, the Oda family fell into decline and hid in Kyoto.

It seems that this family is not as Oda Yui said, with only the old man left.

This island country is not big, but it has a lot of hidden things.

Fang Zuo carried Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Oda Yui into the bedroom and covered them with a thin blanket.

Looking at the unconscious driver and teenager in the living room.

Fang Zuo shook his head. Even if these two people woke up, their souls would be damaged.

I'm afraid it will also affect the brain.

No matter what, this is a case and these two people can be considered murderers.

Look at the time, it's already 1 a.m.

Fang Zuo called Yingkong Kurumi.

I waited at the door for a short while.

The engine roared.

Sakura Kurumi arrived here riding a large Kawasaki motorcycle.

Another shiny black leather jacket.

'Snapped. '

The stiletto heels of the red high heels kicked the Kawasaki motorcycle cleanly.

He threw his long right leg back and turned over.

The tight black leather jacket fits snugly against her skin, making her already incredibly long legs appear even longer.

Sakura Kurumi took off her helmet, revealing her delicate little face.

Her thin lips were painted with lipstick of the same color as her red high heels.

One above and one below, two colors of the same red echo each other, sandwiched between the bright black color of the body.

She looks both charming and heroic.

"Why are you here."

Yingkong Kurumi's delicate little face was filled with gritted teeth.

He asked word by word.

Tokyo's Arakawa Ward is a mixture of old urban areas and emerging residential areas.

There are many traditional shops and cafes with the old Tokyo style
Minamikawa Keiko's home is right where the crime occurred.

Next to the glass is a removable bathtub.

Whenever the sun sets, warm light shines through the glass, casting colorful shadows on the white bathtub.

Minamikawa Keiko's favorite thing to do is lie in the bathtub and drink a glass of red wine in the high-end DI tower apartment not far away.

The tower apartment has a total of 40 floors and is the tallest building in the old town nearby.

Jingzi Minamikawa lives in a three-bedroom apartment on the top floor, which is decorated in a very modern and luxurious style.

Large floor-to-ceiling windows. Watching the sunset.

But today, not only did she miss the sunset, she was also very angry.

The first thing I did when I got home was to throw away this men's suit.

But the education I received at home and my own pride did not allow me to do so.

What a joke! If I lose this suit, wouldn’t that mean I admit defeat?
Will I, Minamikawa Keiko, lose?
Is that Officer Fujino?

Tokyo is small, we will meet again someday.

Jingzi Minamikawa lay in a bathtub full of bubbles, comfortably looking at the neon lights of the old city outside the window.

A white and slender right leg was raised high and pressed against her shoulder.

This is very simple for Jingzi Minamikawa, who practices yoga regularly.

Her small hands circled around her slender right leg, applying lotion over and over again.

Then she raised her feet high and admired her own beautiful feet.

My feet are the part of my body that I am most proud of.

The instep is slender and has beautiful lines.

The toes are white, tender and pink, without any dead skin.

Slender and tightly packed together.

Your nails will be crystal clear without even having to apply nail polish.

But now.

Of these five delicate toes, three are red and swollen.

Still aching.

This reminded her of that hateful, disgusting man.

idiot!

hateful!

God knows how many times he kicked the wall to get his fingers swollen like this.

Fortunately, I didn’t wear high heels this afternoon.

When that man was leaving, he shamelessly told me not to think about him?
Will I miss him?
It's a joke.

shameless.

Keiko Minamikawa slowly lowered her right leg and put her legs together.

I remembered that he actually pulled out the dented fabric with his own hands.

Her little face turned red again.

The pleasure of that moment is still fresh in my memory.

Thinking of this, my whole body suddenly became restless.

The man's face appeared clearly before his eyes.

This went on for who knows how long before he let out a long breath and sank his legs back into the water.

I was so exhausted that I couldn't move.

It was not until the water turned cold that Keiko Minamikawa climbed out of the bathtub with difficulty and changed into a bathrobe.

His limbs were limp and he lay paralyzed on the soft bed.

Why is it so.

She couldn't figure it out.

But before I could recover.

The man's face reappeared.

That feeling comes again.

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