Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 43 The mysterious underground forces

It took Shuten-doji a long time before the anxiety and fear in his heart slowly calmed down.

The same thunder from the sky, is that old man still alive?

I will never forget that day, when I hadn't yet become a Shikigami.

He is still an unscrupulous demon king.

I met a dying old man with a pale face, talking nonsense and acting crazy.

But as soon as he raised his hand, a bolt of lightning struck his body to pieces.

In the end, he could only rely on the Onmyoji family to survive and became a Shikigami.

But isn’t that old man dead?
When his body was destroyed, he saw with his own eyes the moment he took his last breath.

No, I can't go out recently.

Shuten-doji made a decision that he would not go out for the next few days no matter what.

Fang Zuo played with Hebei Cai's small feet with one hand and tied them with a red rope with the other.

Suddenly, an impulse struck me.

A sneer.

"Which idiot is trying to deduce Dao Ye's traces?"

He casually made a hand gesture, the spiritual energy condensed, and a thunder talisman appeared.

Throw it in the air.

"What a fearless person, daring to deduce the Taoist master."

Fang Zuo stood up and instructed, "When the sisters come over later, ask them to buy you a new pair of shoes. You are not allowed to go out by yourself. Understand?"

Hebei Cai's little head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and said, "I'm not going out!"

In a high-end apartment in Arakawa Ward, Tokyo.

Keiko Minamikawa was woken up by a phone call.

"What? A classmate party tomorrow? Where? The Imperial Hotel in Tokyo? Can I not go? Okay, okay."

I put down the phone, stretched, and finally had a good sleep.

That afternoon of soaking wet thongs and pantyhose.

Later I fell asleep under the air conditioning in the office.

Even though I woke up and changed into dry clothes, I still had a headache.

I caught a cold.

After preparing some work and returning home, Minamikawa Keiko took a shower, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The damn man appeared in my dream again.

After changing the bed sheets, I turned on my phone and received an email. It was the file of that hateful man.

This man is a bastard no matter how you look at him.

Every page of my resume is a mess.

How could it be that powerful?

Keiko Minamikawa projected the video on her mobile phone onto the TV.

He reviewed the scene he had witnessed over and over again.

That hateful man was right.

With my family and my current status, I have some understanding of the world.

There is no way the TV station will approve this video, and it will be cut off even if it is uploaded to the Internet.

After watching the supernatural scenes several times, I couldn't see how this man looked like the Fujino in the file.

What on earth had he done to himself?

I really don’t want to admit it, but I even dreamed about so many strange postures.

Looking at his face, I realized how many times I had come.

Thinking of this, Keiko Minamikawa decided to go to Sensoji Temple to exorcise the demon.

This cannot go on.

After taking a shower, Keiko Minamikawa sat topless in front of the makeup mirror and put on exquisite makeup.

Stand up and look in the mirror.

She is very satisfied with her appearance. She is a standard Asian beauty with fair and delicate skin and exquisite facial features.

There are countless men who have pursued me since I was a child.

Although her breasts are not very big, they are pink in color, full and firm, and teardrop-shaped.

There is not a trace of fat on the waist due to regular exercise.

Keiko Minamikawa turned sideways and looked at her back.

Her hips were curvy and she wore a lacy red thong adorned with black butterfly ties.

Especially there are two deep dimples above the buttocks, which makes it look particularly sexy.

Every time I go out to exercise wearing a half-bra and yoga pants, many men stare at my waist dimples, and the rate of turning heads is 100%.

Although Minamikawa Keiko feels disgusted with men, she sometimes fantasizes about them.

There was a man behind her.

Holding her, he admired her charming waist.

Her beautiful eyes glanced at the men's suit jacket hanging next to the dressing table.

That hateful man.

I forgot to wash it for him. Minamikawa Jingzi took the suit jacket in her hand and sent it to the dry cleaner today. She would return it to him after it was washed.

Somehow.

She slowly moved closer to the suit jacket and sniffed gently with her small nose.

It all smells like him.

The smell of masculinity.

or
It’s better not to return it.

Minamikawa Jingzi's breathing became a little rapid.

Damn.

She clutched her suit jacket in her hands.

After saying goodbye to Ayaka Kawakita, Fang Zuo walked on the streets of Nishi-Shinjuku.

Holding the colorful paper with the two-dimensional wanted poster in his hand.

Fang Zuo was somewhat interested in this underground information trading transaction and went to the address on the paper.

This address is not too far from Kabukicho.

Not only is it not far away, it is also very famous in Japan.

Imperial Hotel Tokyo, one of Tokyo's landmarks.

Fang Zuo's figure moved and in an instant he was in a luxurious executive suite on the eighth floor.

Knocked on the door.

The door opened and no one appeared.

Fang Zuo walked into the room.

Various sexy lingerie were scattered on the ground.

A bald old man was sitting on the sofa in the suite's living room, playing PS5.

The head circumference is a little bit big, which looks a bit weird.

He was wearing a floral short-sleeved shirt and floral shorts, with a thick cigar in his mouth.

An extra-large Western-style sword was placed beside him.

Two naked beautiful girls brought fruits and snacks, and kept taking cigars from his mouth and feeding him snacks.

Then change to a cigar.

"Bagaya Deer."

Just as he glanced at Fang Zuo out of the corner of his eye, the bald old man was killed by the boss with one blow.

Looking at the dark image on the huge screen, the bald old man angrily threw the handle.

'Pooh'.

Exhale the cigar.

Holding the phone and dialing the number:

"Hey, is this Hidetaka Miyazaki? Bakayashi, strengthen my greatsword. Yes, yes, strengthen it immediately. If the patch doesn't appear tonight, I will strengthen you!"

After saying this in one breath, he took a deep breath and took a bite of the grapes handed to him by the naked woman.

"Private Marseille, guest, is there anything I can help you with?" The bald old man smiled attentively: "Please sit down, please sit down."

The bald old man was shocked when he glanced at Fang Zuo.

The young man's face was completely invisible.

There are only two possibilities.

Shameless.

Or maybe the realm is too high and it is obscured.

This young man is not among the two people he knows who have no face.

That means your realm is too high.

Far beyond myself.

Fang Zuo nodded and did not sit next to the guest seat the old man pointed to.

Instead, he came to the bald old man.