Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 93 Slowly Changing

The nude-colored hip-hugging long skirt shows off the curves of Kawano Ayaka's body.

Every part of the body fits tightly.

Not tall, but with perfect proportions.

The curvature of every part is just right.

Most of her shoulders and slender neck were exposed on her upper body, and her long black hair was draped over her collarbone.

She was wearing a pair of white flip-flops.

"Who told you to dress like this?" Fang Zuo actually knew without asking.

There are only the cat girl sisters left.

With Kawano Ayaka's personality, she would never think of wearing such clothes.

At least I can't think of it now.

Ever since she advanced to the second tail, Fang Zuo could feel that her appearance and personality were slowly changing.

"It's Xiaohua-chan and the others." Kawaya's face flushed. "They said the devil is very lustful and only clothes like this can attract you."

"If I don't find a way to catch you, you'll be abducted by another bad woman and never come back."

"Then the three of us will be miserable. We won't be able to see you even if we stay in the room every day. We can only shed tears."

"Then we won't be able to bear the loneliness, we'll cheat on you, betray you, and eventually you'll kill us."

"Have you watched any TV series recently?" Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.

"I'm watching the Chinese version of Empresses in the Palace." He Zhicai lowered her head. "Doesn't it look good on me?"

"It looks good, very good." Fang Zuo nodded.

When He Zhicai heard Fang Zuo say it was beautiful, she raised her head and smiled happily.

A pair of beautiful eyes are curved like crescent moons.

Fang Zuo lifted her long, white, cold, and beautiful legs, placed them on his thighs, and grabbed her feet: "Did they teach you to wear slippers?"

"No, no, that's just my own idea." He Zhicai shook her head shyly. "I was afraid that if I walked for too long, my shoes would smell."

"Are you afraid that I will suddenly want to take off your shoes?" Fang Zuo grabbed He Zhicai's small feet, which were barely big enough to hold, and began to knead them.

"Dirty." A blush appeared on He Zhicai's face and she wanted to shrink back, but was caught by Fang Zuo.

He had no choice but to give up resistance, lowering his head shyly, while secretly looking at the train to see if anyone noticed him.

Sure enough, the men had been staring at the seats here. When they saw Fang Zuo's actions, they all swallowed their saliva at the same time.

My eyes straightened.

He Zhicai's soft and boneless little feet kept changing shape as Fang's left hand kneaded them vigorously. The pressure of his hand felt like a ball of cotton.

It feels soft and fat, petite and smooth.

The white toes look like ice and jade, and the small arch of the foot is soft and delicate, exquisite like a work of art.

The toenails are painted with red bean paste-colored nail polish, which makes the instep of the feet look white, smooth and delicate.

The soles of the feet are delicate and smooth, and as soft as peeled eggs.

In rhythm with the rise and fall of He Zhicai's chest, her white and tender toes tensed up from time to time as if shy.

If you want to reject it, you will welcome it.

The journey went more smoothly than expected and ended quickly.

The elders of the Oda family had long since left their ancestral home and were hiding in fear in the suburbs of Kyoto.

Unfortunately, Fang Zuo left a clue before he cut off his soul.

It was easy to find him.

Without even saying a word to him, he took his soul away directly.

Then I got the notebook.

Then he took Kawaya and went straight to Nara.

Nara is only 30 kilometers away from Kyoto.

After arriving at a dilapidated apartment, he found the notes left by Tamamonomae.

It only takes one night to get two things done.

The next morning, the two took the Shinkansen train back to Tokyo, and Fang Zuo was flipping through the Oda family's notebook.

The notes not only record the Taoist art of incantation, but also the Orthodox Church's spirit-summoning array.

The Oda family wanted to use this soul summoning technique to try to summon the sixth demon, Oda Nobunaga.

The Shiraishi family has the bloodline of Izanami, the native Japanese deity.

It is the most perfect sacrifice.

But I don’t know how many generations of failures have occurred.

Until Shiraishi Nagimitsu's husband got a copy of the Dark Bible.

Improved the necromancy array in the Orthodox Church.

This Dark Bible
Fang Zuo couldn't help but think of Principal Fei Guangying.

There are fewer and fewer people who simply believe in Judaism.

The notes left by Tamamonomae are intermittent.

Most of them tell about Japan's past history.

There is no mention of the origin of the scabbard.

Fang Zuo closed his notebook. Beside him, He Zhicai had fallen asleep with her little head resting on his shoulder.

Ever since her second soul tail awakened, she has become particularly fond of sleeping.

When they arrived at the station, Fang Zuo did not wake her up.

It was already noon when I carried her back to Xinrong Planning.

When I arrived at the front of the store, I saw the cat-girl sisters and two old men as security guards driving out a few biker gang members in black jackets.

Fang Zuo handed the still sleeping He Zhi Cai Ye to the cat girl sisters and asked them to help her go in.

Asked the old man security: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's these same group of people who asked the store to subscribe to financial newspapers again." The old man said breathlessly. He was exhausted from carrying a broom to chase away the bikers just now.

The men in black jackets saw that the old man was too old and did not dare to fight too much, so they avoided him and ran away.

"Subscribe to a financial newspaper?" Fang Zuo was stunned.

Who subscribes to newspapers these days, and who sells newspapers?
"It's actually protection money," said another old man. "These organizations have become smarter now, using financial companies as packaging."

"We found these shops and forced them to order financial newspapers. Then the police couldn't do much but disperse them."

"Now in Shinjuku, many businesses have become so annoyed that they've paid to subscribe to their financial newspaper."

Fang Zuo nodded. It seemed that this was another trick played by that beautiful woman.

When I was at Sannomiya Tsubaki's place.

The divine consciousness followed those demon-like biker gangs to the Bonsai Art Museum in Edogawa District.

He crushed a few monsters to death and then warned them with his spiritual thoughts.

I didn’t expect that this lady of the Yamaguchi group, the charming widow, was quite capable.

The three-person group was packaged by a financial company, and then used the behavior of promoting products to package the extortion of protection money.

A new method replaced the previous backward method.

With such a simple trick, the Yamaguchi-gumi can now easily walk on the edge of Japan's criminal and civil laws.

When jumping from criminal law to civil law, once the boundaries become blurred, there will be more things to argue about.

The police were confused about their duties and could not arrest anyone rashly, so they could only drive the person away.

Before the new judicial interpretation was issued and the Japanese government took steps to rectify the situation, it could be said that with so many businesses in Tokyo, there was gold everywhere.

On my phone, Shiraishi Nagimitsu sent me a picture of today’s breakfast.

[A glass of milk! (lipstick emoji)]

【I want breakfast! (Angry expression)】

I brought Yui to sign up! Love you! (Heart emoji)

Sakura Kurumi also sent a message.

[I'm going to the headquarters for a meeting, hahahaha, to accept the praise.]

[What are you doing? Did you miss me? Let me show you what I'm wearing! ]

【Picture: Purple stockings】

[Picture: Long legs wrapped in purple stockings and purple thong underwear]

[This is my lucky color. (Shy expression) Do you know why?]

[You must give me an answer, or I will bite you to death! Damai!]

[We'll have a test next time we meet! Think about it for me! Baka!]