Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 41 Jade Foot
Fang Zuo put Hebei Cai's long legs on his legs.

"Generation after generation." Hebei Cai'e frowned and cried out in grievance.

Fang Zuo looked at Hebei Cai'er's small feet.

I just felt something was wrong.

How can this pair of sneakers be so small? At first I thought Hebei Cai's feet were just that small, but now that I look closely, they are a little too small.

A pair of ordinary Nike sneakers, probably only in size 32.

Fang Zuo reached out and pulled up Hebei Cai's other foot.

Roll up the loose legs of your coachman's trousers.

Revealing a pair of extremely white calves.

All the women Fang Zuo knew were fair-skinned, but none as fair as Hebei Caiyue.

Smooth and delicate like white porcelain.

Glowing with cold light.

It makes people want to warm it with their hands

It was so white that even the white socks on her feet seemed a little dull in comparison.

There is not a single hair on the skin of the calves, not even a pore can be found.

All you can see are the faint purple capillaries beneath the translucent skin.

Round, white and tender, so delicate that it can be broken with a touch.

This made Fang Zuo wonder if all the hair on her body had grown onto her tail.

Is it the same for other parts?

Fang Zuo ignored Hebei Cai's cries of pain and forcibly took off his sneakers.

A small stain of blood seeped out of the white cotton socks.

"Why do you wear such small shoes?" Fang Zuo asked with a frown.

The tone was somewhat harsh.

"Shangshangjing's shoes." Hebei Caiyi lowered her head, tears falling from her eyes due to the pain.

A teardrop fell on Fang Zuo's hand.

Not only did it hurt, but the man's tone made her feel wronged.

"It's too small for him and he's going to throw it away. I think it's better not to waste it. I can wear it."

Fang Zuo laughed angrily: "You call this wearable? The shoes are rubbed so hard that they bleed, can't you feel it?"

"It was a little painful at first, but once I started pulling the cart and running, the pain went away." With tears in her eyes, Hebei Caiyi struggled as she whispered back, "Besides, I'll be back to health the next day."

Fang Zuo sneered, "From what you said, it seems like you're wearing it for more than just one day? You're really good at restoring it every day. That means it'll get torn and hurt every day."

"I'm poor, aren't I? I... I won't talk to you anymore, you're so mean." Hebei Caiyi felt even more aggrieved: "I don't need your help anymore."

People just want to save money, isn't that wrong?

To curl up your calves, you need to pull your legs back.

"Being poor is good, it's a traditional virtue." Fang Zuo snorted coldly and grabbed her calf, preventing her from pulling back: "You don't need me, I need you, okay? Don't move!"

But just pinch it gently.

A red palm print immediately appeared on the extremely white calf, and then slowly disappeared.

Hebei Caiying shrank her legs but couldn't pull them back, so she had to let the man do what he wanted.

The man carefully and gently took off the socks on her feet.

After taking off one, the man carefully took off the other one.

When I peeled off the socks from the injured part of my little finger, I almost cried because of the pain.

But Hebei Caiyi didn't cry, she held it in.

"Because he said he needed me!"

Hebei Cai's heart twitched, and she felt a little happy.

Fang Zuo was really amazed when he looked at the pair of little feet.

Not to mention that the overall skin is as white, tender and delicate as the calves.

The instep is flat, white and smooth, and the foot shape is narrow and has a perfect arc.

The toes are round and straight, like the tips of bamboo shoots, round and smooth.

The soles of the feet are thin, red and soft.

Her feet were plump and smooth, as if they were carved out of white jade.

Fang Zuo held it, and his big hand just gripped it, as if he was holding a piece of fat pastry.

It is smooth and soft to the touch, and feels great, making people love it.

I lost a Qi and blood technique, and the wounds on my feet slowly recovered.

"Private Marseille, I. I'm fine." "Yeah."

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Ah."

"I said it doesn't hurt anymore, why are you still holding them, one in each hand?"

Hebei Caixiao bit her lower lip, her face flushed.

She stared at the man in front of her with watery eyes.

She was playing with her own little feet with interest.

Keep kneading and playing with it, changing it into various shapes.

"How shameful! I haven't washed my feet yet." Hebei Caiyi thought to herself, "Why are you getting closer and closer? I wonder if there's any smell."

Fang Zuo couldn't let go of it and played with it for a while, then took out a red lotus silk rope and tied it around Hebei Cai's ankle.

"Don't take it off. This will protect you. Do you understand?"

"Hi!"

"I will check carefully every time from now on!" Fang Zuo said.

Ayaka Kawakita nodded innocently.

tell myself.

You must wash your feet frequently in the future!
Tokyo Sakura family headquarters.

"Father, do you think the disappearance of Hokibo this time has something to do with him?" said the middle-aged man.

"Don't ask anymore, and don't even think about it." The old man cursed, "How's your relationship with Yingkong Kurumi?"

"Hi! She didn't reply to my message." The middle-aged man bowed.

"Baga! Can't you just go there yourself?" The old man kicked the middle-aged man down.

"Father, are you really going to let Sakura Kurumi represent our family at the Tokyo Kanda Festival?" The middle-aged man fell to the ground and shouted unconvincedly, "She's a woman. Are you really going to let the Sakura family be laughed at?"

"Bakayashi! If Sakura Kurumi wins first place in the Kanda Festival and becomes a goddess, who will laugh at me?"

"But how could she possibly get first place?"

"She can't get it, but the guy behind her can."

Kyoto, Japan.

The first peak is Mount Atago.

The mountaintop Izanagi Shrine is hidden in the dense woods.

Inside the shrine.

A tall, one-eyed monk wearing a green robe was kneeling in front of an old monk.

The one-eyed monk in blue has a pair of huge feet, which are one meter long.

Not wearing shoes.

A one-eyed person doesn't mean one eye is blind.

But it has only one eye.

It was across his forehead, looking around strangely.

Qingfangzhu.

One of the few remaining old demons in Japan.

The foundation is deep and the life span will not end due to the lack of spiritual energy.

"So, the government rejected my proposal and even refused to compensate?" Atagoyama Tarobo sat on a cushion in a monk's robe.

Although it is the Izanagi Shrine, there are three huge Buddha statues behind it.

"Hi! This is what Kumamoto Rikisaburo said in the message he sent back." Aobozu said respectfully.

"Soga, everything is based on the government's wishes. If it's rejected, then it's rejected." Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile, twisting his Buddhist beads.

"Hey! But this would be a huge blow to your reputation. Are you really not going to issue a statement?" Qingfangzhu hesitated and said, "That old monster, Emperor Sutoku, has already announced that he will take vengeance on the government."

"Let him go. He has been trying to overpower me for years. Remember, we are the Buddha's messengers. It is our duty to protect all living beings." Atagoyama Tarobo stood up and said, "You go. I need to pay my respects to the Buddha."

"Hey!" The three-meter-tall Qingfangzhu stood up and retreated respectfully, reminding: "Tianren, the incense burner is out of incense."

I felt a little puzzled as to why there was so much dirt in the incense burner. It used to be filled with incense ash.

After Qingfangzhu left.

Atagoyama Tarobo turned his back, and the kindness on his face disappeared, revealing a ferocious look.

He looked up and stared at the three Buddha statues fiercely.

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