Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 53 The Origin of Hebei Caihua

Fang Zuo stood at the door.

The powerful demonic energy inside gave him a sense of familiarity.

In just a day and a half, the store's rolling doors were replaced with glass sliding doors.

There are several Japanese lanterns hanging at the door, with various cats painted on them.

Have to admit.

Although these beautiful cat-girl twin girls are often confused, they are still very efficient in doing business.

Fang Zuo opened the door and walked in. The interior was already being preliminarily decorated.

There are piles of newly bought cat supplies against the wall.

The floor was mopped clean.

Under the light, the marble floor reflects a clear light, even illuminating people's silhouettes.

It can be seen how hard they work to wipe it.

The cat-girl sisters were wearing identical floral pleated skirts and sorting the goods.

The only difference is the color, one is blue and the other is pink.

Both of them had their hair tied into buns and bangs.

They all wore white semi-transparent calf socks, revealing half of their snow-white thighs.

The two furry tails at the base of the buttocks swayed playfully.

No shoes.

"Hey~~~, the devil is here."

"Ah, Lord Demon."

The two sisters discovered Fang Zuo immediately.

They cried out in unison and rushed over in small steps.

Fang Zuo was very surprised. It turned out that he missed him so much after not seeing him for just one day.

He opened his arms to prepare for a hug, but he didn't wait until they were in his arms.

The two sisters hugged their left leg and their right leg respectively.

Busy taking off my shoes.

"It was a close call. The devil almost came in with his shoes on. We wiped it for a long time today." The cat girl patted her huge breasts.

She was obviously not wearing a bra, and the unrestrained flesh was surging in waves.

"Baga, don't always tell the truth." The cat girl was still bending over and placing shoes with Fang Zuo on her back.

The plump buttocks made the hem of the floral skirt fly high, making the pink cherry blossom panties look plump and fit, revealing the curves of the figure.

Only after all the shoes were put away did the two sisters breathe a sigh of relief.

They all knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground.

The two pairs of small ears flapped and the tail behind it kept shaking.

"Welcome home, sir."

Fang Zuo walked forward and looked at the furry pink ears on the limbs, then gently picked them up one in each hand.

"Ah, Yamiedie." The two sisters blinked their big eyes, cried out in pain, and stood up following Fang Zuo's hand.

Two identical pink faces were placed together.

Without looking at their figures and clothes, it's impossible to tell who is who.

They each covered the ear that Fang Zuo had just grabbed with one hand.

He pouted and looked aggrieved.

Today, neither of them wore wigs, and their bare faces without makeup were extremely cute.

Fang Zuo took a step back, touched his chin, and the more he looked, the weirder it seemed.

The two of them's cute little floral dresses looked out of place under their huge breasts and buttocks.

But this is not the only weird thing about the light.

Fang Zuo looked them up and down and asked: "Do you two have insoles in your shoes? Why are you so much shorter?"

"No, no, we are very tall." The cat girl flapped her pink ears quickly and stood on tiptoe.

"Baga, you're too obvious." The cat sister scolded, and secretly raised her toes with her pigeon-toed legs: "This is our secret, Lord Devil, you are not allowed to tell it."

"Okay, I get it. You are already very tall." Fang Zuo flicked their pink ears.

"Sir, please come up." A charming and sexy voice came from upstairs.

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows, patted the two sisters' heads and walked up the stairs.

The wooden floor upstairs was also wiped clean by several people.

The previous tenant had already isolated several rooms upstairs
Several people have already decorated their own rooms.

Fang Zuo walked towards the innermost room.

A huge demonic aura emanated from the room.

Go into the room.

A simple Japanese decoration style.

There was no time to put up decorations around the room.

Ayaka Kawakita was wearing a white kimono and kneeling on the tatami in the middle.

In front of him was a coffee table and a simple set of tea sets.

Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, then passed over her waist and spread out on the straw mat.

Stacked with a white foxtail.

A slender, snow-white neck and graceful collarbone.

The pure white and clean little face is more beautiful than any cosmetic decoration.

On such a pure and elegant face.

A pair of eyebrows and eyes have an indescribable charm.

Her red lips were slightly parted, and the faint sound of soft breathing could be heard, which made the man's blood boil.

There is a small unknown red flower in the middle of the forehead.

It is emitting a faint and soft light.

Occasionally, a few small petals flew out from the light and then disappeared.

"Bai Lingjiao, nice to meet you, Senior."

The woman crawled on the ground, with her left hand pressing on her right hand, her hand touching the ground first, and then her head.

Bow solemnly.

This highest Taoist ritual of kneeling and bowing is rarely used even in China.

"There's no need for that. Actually, I should call you senior." Fang Zuo nodded and sat down in front of her.

"There is no greatness or greatness in attaining the Tao, nor is there age or youth in advancing. The road is long, and those who reach it first should be the leaders. Moreover, I am a broken soul, a person on the brink of death." Bai Lingjiao picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Fang Zuo. "I know that my lord has something to ask me, and Bai Lingjiao will tell me everything I know."

Fang Zuo took a sip of tea and nodded. "I do have some questions I want to ask, but when the words come to my lips, especially the whereabouts of an old friend, I can't figure it out."

Fang Zuo put down the teacup and stretched out his hand to make a hand gesture.

A gold and green scabbard was suspended beside Fang Zuo.

"Where did you get this thing?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Please forgive me, sir. You can see that I have experienced a great disaster and my soul is severely damaged. I only remember that this is what the Eighth Soul obtained."

"The eighth soul?" Fang Zuo frowned, tapping the coffee table with his bent fingers. "Do you remember this person?"

Fang Zuo took out the same portrait paper as the one he gave to the bald old man.

Bai Lingjiao took it and looked at it, an apologetic look on his face: "I don't remember it, but it may be that my soul is so damaged that I missed something."

"However, I have a habit of recording important things. My notes are in Nara. Senior, you can ask Kawakita Ayaka to take me there. Perhaps we can find something."

Bai Lingjiao stretched out her delicate hand and filled the teapot again.

never seen it?
Fang Zuo fell into deep thought. She should not need to lie to herself.

The question still remains unresolved.

"The second question is, why did you come all the way here from Qingqiu?" Fang Zuo asked another question in his mind.

Even now when spiritual energy is thin, China's famous mountains, rivers, caves and blessed places are still the places with the most spiritual energy.

Almost no cultivators are willing to go to other places, let alone where the spiritual energy is as abundant as before.

"Senior, I didn't come here from Qingqiu. I was born and raised here." Bai Lingjiao shook her head.

"Impossible, your soul is indeed the aura of the Qingqiu lineage, how could it be wrong?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

He thought of many possibilities, but the only thing he never thought of was that this nine-tailed fox was native.

How can this be.

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