Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"In that situation, everyone would want to watch it with someone else, right? And since you might suddenly have to rush back, all you can do is give him a call."

"Huh? That voice... Jingu, why do you seem a bit more mature? Have you been dealing with too many things lately? I've heard about it all."

As always, it's awkward, a kind of stubbornness that comes from being willing to speak the truth.

The emperor said angrily, "You still think the Divine Palace instructed others to track your phone signal?"

"Huh? Is it signal tracking? Cute, relying on Rili, he's cheating."

"Yes, he's in Kagoshima right now, isn't he?"

"What's wrong? I've always unilaterally banned you, so why did I suddenly call you today? Are you just afraid you'll answer?"

Even so, my speed is slower than the wind speed observed by humans, much slower.

"You're the one who's making a fuss, you're the one who's been blaming him, okay?"

Although he spoke very little, the shrine was still alive when it heard the emperor's voice, which was still as dull as ever.

The wind speed is quite slow? On that planet, the slowest wind speed ever observed was less than 500 km/h, but that's still far from the limit of wind speed.

"You guessed it? Well, do you need a hint?"

Chapter 207 Summer is coming to an end

He travels to the North Sea in the morning and to Cangwu in the evening, a green snake hidden in his sleeve, his courage bold and unrestrained.

From Tokyo to Kagoshima at the southernmost tip, it's only a few words' distance.

This country was already too small for him, or rather, the human world was too small.

From countless tiny and fragile lives, something capable of trampling this world has emerged.

Jingu ambushed the girl from behind, picking her up in his arms; her thin dress was as smooth as fine silk.

The emperor was initially delighted, but then felt somewhat embarrassed.

Her small feet under the tall boots couldn't help but flutter, and Jingu's hand touched her waist, making her feel a little ticklish.

"Don't scratch me, put me down!"

The emperor was relatively petite; when the shrine maiden lifted him up, his feet couldn't even touch the ground.

"How did you get here so quickly? And did you really come all the way from Tokyo?"

The waves crashed heavily against the rocks, mirroring Duo Nan's state of mind at that moment.

"You hate him."

The shrine maiden turned to look at the emperor, while the man only stared intently at me.

"Really? Isn't that his punishment?"

"There is something, but..."

Why did you come?

"But it was you who was too late, or rather, it was him who was too late, and that was the price of his unwavering resolve."

Come to think of it, the shrine is no different from what it was back then.

I feel so desolate now, yet I have no regrets whatsoever.

Zeng Jun was somewhat speechless. You were originally thinking that if the shrine guessed it, you would take some photos of me personally as punishment.

"You say you want to see him, but do you think he'll immediately grab his luggage, run to the nearest station, get off the slowest train, and rush to your side?"

It's like how every time I arrive at the same place and see the same scenery, I always take a picture and send it to the shrine.

No, that was fireworks, but the emperor's goal was not to watch fireworks, but to have the time to watch them with someone.

"That's the punishment for mentioning something bad. You guessed the correct answer and even exceeded the target."

So the emperor only harbored a tiny bit of expectation, and as always, he kept his thoughts hidden deep within his words.

But he did come, like two old radios tuned to each other, able to guess the true meaning of each other's words without needing to say them directly.

The emperor had no regrets, after all, watching fireworks alone was a completely different feeling from watching them with no one to accompany him.

Another deafening roar followed as lightning struck the shattered rock fragments, the weak electromagnetic field making the light even more intense.

The lingering lightning combined with the magnetism of the rock, causing it to flash and fall through the night sky.

But if you dare to do this over the phone, it would be a bit shameless to do it face-to-face.

Jingu picked up a piece of gravel from the ground and rubbed it between his fingertips.

The emperor remembered what had just happened and made up a vague excuse.

The emperor revealed a sly smile and sat down on the edge of the cliff side by side with the goddess.

"Huh? What happened to him?"

Zeng Jun's heart pounded. He covered his skirt, feeling as if her long skirt was now practically transparent.

"Hasn't he hugged you yet? The punishment hasn't been carried out!"

Therefore, the emperor's legs were also the most intimate.

Her calves lack the plumpness and fleshiness of a man's, but they lack the slenderness of a woman's legs. She looks thin and delicate.

The emperor is the most petite and slender of the many men around the shrine, while Bao Ji is slightly shorter than you.

Summer, the sea, the sky, white clouds, a gentle breeze, low mountains, forests, fireworks, sunset, and starry skies.

Yet, nothing ugly could replace the impression he had of her.

With each passing lightning bolt, countless meteors fall towards the sea, their electromagnetic forces creating a variety of uninteresting trajectories.

Without a hint of doubt, the emperor looked up at the stone, only to hear a deafening roar.

The fireworks hadn't finished yet, and a faint smell of gunpowder lingered in the night sky.

Jingu threw the pebbles in his hand and stood up.

The more she understood that she was easily swayed by the shrine's influence, the more she unilaterally severed ties with the shrine.

What Duo Nan saw reflected in his eyes were not the twinkling shooting stars, but the years that had passed around him.

That journey, the various landscapes along the way, the many uglinesses of the world I witnessed, yet still...

His eyes darted around for a moment, then he made a firm decision, stood up, lifted his skirt with both hands, and faced the Divine Palace.

Zeng Jun thought to himself.

"Is he too late or is he just too late? The fireworks haven't even started yet."

"It can't be!"

The emperor's heart pounded. You originally intended to raise it to a certain level and then put it down, but when you saw the gaze of the shrine, you gritted your teeth and lowered it even further.

In the future, there will be no pressure or boredom from others, but now the emperor feels that he does not truly crave solitude and yearn for a solitary existence.

The shrine sits on the cliff edge, where the sea breeze brings a touch of warmth.

"It's just fireworks. It would be a disaster if he saw it again."

It's not just about recording the scenery behind you, but about wanting to share it with others, wanting to be recognized, and wanting to show it to someone else.

That was enough for the shrine; what mattered was not what was on the skirt, but the emperor's conflicted expression.

After teasing her for a while, the shrine maiden put the emperor down. The girl had a faint blush on her face, and the emperor casually brushed the long hair in front of her forehead behind her ear.

Jingu's lips curled up slightly, a smile that wasn't quite a smile, but in Zeng Jun's eyes, it had a different meaning.

The stone in his hand underwent a slight change on the surface, and then the shrine was thrown directly into the sky.

However, even so, the two people are still on the same frequency band.

"No way, no way, of course not."

Now, this confidence and arrogance in my heart are sometimes evident on my face, and I no longer tend to pay excessive attention to boys as I will in the future.

Expecting the other person to fly from Tokyo to your side immediately is a rather unreasonable demand.

Summer is here, time to get intimate.

The things on the men's skirts were only glimpsed briefly before being quickly covered by the hem.

Although he did have that thought in mind, the emperor himself did not intend to say it aloud.

"So you'll give you the chance to say it."

"Considering how hard he worked, you should punish him too."

A thunderclap ripped through the night sky, shattering the rocks into dust, but the scattered stone fragments didn't even sparkle in the night.

"If that's still enough, then..."

She quickly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing several men's rough yet slender thighs, followed by their calves.

"Eh......"

That would have been a more unique fireworks display, lacking the vibrant colors of the others, but equally, even uglier.

Having multiple men is far less interesting than these things, and what fun is there in just a simple piece of cloth?

You might think you hate this kind of freedom being alone, but when the fireworks light up the sky, you can't help but feel a little lonely.

"That is......"

I won't go into the source of this passage; those who know it should already know.

Chapter 208 Visiting

September marks the beginning of autumn.

The summer festival ended about half a month ago, and the weather is still a bit hot, but the nights are already a bit cooler.

The long holiday and the sweltering heat have ended, and people have returned to what they were supposed to be doing.