Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 47 The 1st time

Chapter 47: First Time (Don’t Keep It Up, Please Read It Again)

In the last second before Sakura Kurumi closed her eyes, she seemed to see a pair of familiar big hands touching her face.

She smiled.

Blood flowed out of his mouth.

so good.

Such an illusion appeared at the last moment of death.

It’s such a blessing to be able to see the person I want to see.

But, how great it would be if it were true.

4-chome, Edogawa-ku, Tokyo.

Councilman Yoshida Onodera stood downstairs in an apartment building, looking out the 21st-floor window with some surprise.

Total darkness.

Her wife Nanako is a typical Japanese housewife.

As in the past this time.

She should be putting the child to sleep at this moment.

Then I kept the dinner warm and waited for his return.

Is she going back to her parents' home again?
Councilman Yoshida Onodera sighed and tore off his tie.

Nanako left without even saying goodbye.

Doesn't she know how tired she is?

In this era, ordinary people simply cannot cross classes.

As someone who came from a common background and worked hard to climb to such a high position, I know how difficult this process is.

Because of this, as a representative of a small party, he works late into the night every day to deal with the demands of the people.

Just as he swore an oath, as a member of parliament, he must speak for the people.

When I opened the door, the room was pitch black.

Yoshida Onodera opened the door and was stunned by what he saw.

A middle-aged man wearing samurai clothes and wearing the now extinct samurai bun was sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for his arrival.

"Congressman Onodera Yoshida, I've been waiting for you for a long time," the middle-aged man said. "Let me get straight to the point. We hope you'll withdraw tomorrow's topic regarding the demon tribe and the Onmyoji family, and don't bring up related topics again in the future. Please."

"Baga, it's you guys!" Councilman Yoshida Onodera shouted. "What are you trying to do? Don't you even care about the law?"

After saying that, he took out his cell phone and was about to call the police.

The middle-aged man glared.

bark.
A puff of green smoke came out.

The cell phone in Yoshida Onodera's hand burst into flames.

"If you don't cooperate, it will be difficult for me to deal with it." The middle-aged man stood up and said, "Private Marseille, then don't blame me for being rude."

Nanako returned home with her child.

After opening the door, he screamed when he saw the blood and two corpses on the ground.

One was her husband and the other was someone she had no idea who it was.

Late at night in Tokyo, all the people who were still awake saw the interrupted news.

Civilian lawmaker and New Party representative Yoshida Onodera died after a dispute with a man at his home.

The police initially determined that the two parties had a financial dispute.

Judging from the murder weapon found at the scene, it is very likely that the couple stabbed each other, resulting in excessive blood loss.

The specific case is still under investigation.

So dazzling.

Yingkong Kurumi opened her eyes blurryly.

Where is this? Is this a dream?

Dreams before death.

Yingkong Kurumi jumped up.

It was indeed an illusion.

All the injuries on his body have healed.

I stretched my limbs and found that my skin was still smooth and elastic, without any wounds.

flawless.

A pair of fair, firm, peach-shaped breasts trembled up and down, and only then did she realize that her bra was gone.

How come all the clothes are gone?

Never mind, it's just an illusion anyway.

What is this place?
Ok?
Xinrong planned the room he had lived in?
It seems that I still can't forget this place. Is it because of that hateful man?

This was where she and he first opened their hearts to each other.

Yingkong Kurumi turned around and saw Fang Zuo sitting on the sofa, looking at her with a smile.

This illusion is too real. Even if it is an illusion, I will not let you go. Damn man.

Damn, hate.

"Bagayada." Yingkong Hutao rushed over, punching Fang Zuo like raindrops: "Why didn't you reply to my message? Why didn't you return my call?"

"I, I, I will bite you to death, bite you to death!"

As she spoke, she opened her little mouth, revealing her fangs, and bit Fang Zuo's shoulder hard.

No matter how hard she tried, she could only leave teeth marks and could not break the skin.

Fang Zuo did not resist at all, did not say anything, and kept smiling.

Just gently touching her hair.

This illusion is so boring, why doesn't he feel any pain at all.

I bit it for a long time but there was no reaction.

Yingkong Kurumi jumped into Fang Zuo's arms in frustration.

Sure enough, he wasn't a bad guy in the illusion.

Honestly boring.

Humph, since it’s my illusion, then just let it be.

Yingkong Kurumi chuckled.

"Do you know I'm dead?" Yingkong Kurumi's face flushed red as she complained, "You didn't even come to save me."

I felt a little intoxicated by the masculine scent on him.

Why are hallucinations so real?

Does everyone experience this hallucination when they die?
"You know, my master lied to me." Yingkong Kurumi lowered her head sadly, put her face close to the man's chest, and poured out all the words in her heart.

"After I left the family, he taught me everything. In my heart, he is my father."

"But he still lied to me."

Sakura Kurumi was stunned and continued.

"But before I died, I didn't blame him, you know? At that time, there was nothing in my mind. I just wanted to see you again."

"Even though I know you can't come to me, I still want to see if you text me or call me."

"It's a pity that the phone was broken."

Sakura Kurumi sighed in disappointment.

"You piece of wood, please speak."

It's just an illusion, so why be afraid?

Just do something you have never dared to do.

The little face comes close and the little tongue is offered.

"What?" Fang Zuo said hoarsely.