Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Jingu smiled expectantly.

I removed the priest's outfit, the eight most important items being the mask, the dagger, and the obsidian mirror hanging behind my chest.

At that moment, we were gathered in the conference room, watching...

The video was recorded by the satellite.

With a smug little laugh, Orihara Yoriko also disappeared from the spot.

Jingu curled his lip and casually tossed the arm bone in his hand onto the ground.

Too weak, not interested, too lazy to do it.

"As for the danger, it is related. They have just been subjected to soul searching. You would trust people whose cerebellum has been opened up by you."

At this moment, Nobunaga Ogasada also overlooked the fact that he himself had not yet escaped vulgar tastes and was only capable of slashing people with his own body.

"Gentlemen, how do you feel? Are you all interested in your products?"

In case of any mishap, since none of the eight individuals have the potential to become Divine Bodies, they must be handled with utmost care until this is confirmed.

In the mountain town of the Indian reservation.

Orihara Yoriko lifted a strand of Ogasada Nobunaga's hair and gave a strange laugh.

After saying that, the shrine disappeared, leaving only another person who was significant to Ogasada Nobunaga.

But... the power of mortals is far too weak in the face of these guys, so much so that even when treated so brutally, we can't utter a single word.

"Oh no, time to call it a day and go home."

So success or failure is acceptable, but the lack of obedience is what the Heavenly Demon hates most.

The play hasn't finished yet, and Jingu has temporarily lost interest.

Did we create the god of firearms and weaponry, or did we use that shell to awaken some ancient being that we believe to exist?

The Heavenly Demon cares about all gains and losses; the joys and sorrows of the world will satisfy the Heavenly Demon.

"Perhaps, their sincerity has been destroyed, while they are actually plotting a new plan elsewhere?"

I also need to have a sly chat with the remaining chiefs about how we'll cooperate next.

Why is it that the weaker a person is, the less likely they are to be amusement-seekers?

Once you reach our position, whether you have a mysterious talent or not, there's no possibility of regression.

If you simply show us the power that can counter these people without talent, we will naturally make the appropriate choice.

"It doesn't matter if you're of medium age. Human lifespan is unlimited, but that of a demon is finite. That's what Hongye told you before."

Orihara Yoriko approached, but Ogasada Nobunaga avoided her with disdain.

Before taking those eight items and storing them properly, Mansur changed back into his original clothes and turned his head to leave.

That is the upper house that Freud was referring to.

"Of course there is a beginning, but we always need to give the actors a break during intermission, otherwise we will be exhausted."

"Hmph, he uses it so well and is so used to it, why would you want to take it back?"

"Alright, stop it, stop it, I'm about to throw up from this acting."

Within a few short minutes, only Nobunaga Ogasada remained outside, looking at the mess on the ground and sighing.

At the other end of the table was Dana, wearing glasses, and everyone else had returned to America.

There must be some connection, so my guess is definitely wrong. This thing will reappear behind me sooner or later.

“You are his son, so you must understand that there is no such thing as being satisfied with something and you cannot take back his power.”

"Oh ho ho ho... your man~"

"That's the end of that matter for now. Remember to remind Jiu Nianguang to come and clean up the mess."

As for which of the seven gods, having lost their divine bodies, will choose, that remains to be seen.

Before I closed the safety latch, the polished obsidian mirror, which was larger than a body, quietly began to emit white smoke.

They must have forgotten which "outside" it was. All they need to know is that "outside" refers to the poor soul who was brutally and forcefully led by Jiu Ni Guang to search the house and clean out his brain.

Chapter 303 Changes in Tamamo-no-Mae

Autumn has arrived without us even realizing it.

The golden waves of wheat still roll in the setting sun, but it's hard to see farmers bent over and busy in the fields anymore.

The world has changed so much, and after she awoke from her slumber, she was filled with deep emotion.

Sitting atop the upper pillar of Suwa Taisha Shrine, the young Suwa Myojin squats like a frog, overlooking the entire Suwa region.

Since being reborn into this young human body, Suwa Myojin has remained at the shrine, observing the changes in the world.

More and more people left the land and fields, and iron, in their hands, was not only used as weapons and tools, but also transformed into countless other forms.

Metal boxes speeding along the road, small boxes that can be held in your hand and communicate with people thousands of miles away, and iron birds that can fly in the air.

In just a short thousand years of slumber, the world has been turned upside down.

The fact that humans no longer need gods to achieve a bountiful harvest left her feeling very lonely.

The priests at the shrine are very respectful, but they do not need Suwa Myojin to do anything.

That icy serpent god from back then is now trapped inside the young boy's body, which is quite despicable.

Well, it was a very, very long time later that the shrine heard the voice of that white fox.

It's no use regretting it now. Before learning about the shrine's affairs from her priests, Sutamamo had no intention of getting revenge.

Myojin then grabbed Inari God by the neck with a smile and lifted you up.

And what about your dating history? It's so satisfying to talk about that goddess. You were clearly forced into it, so you don't have any dating history that you can talk about openly.

"Ha, speaking of changes, isn't he the one who has changed the least recently?"

The other one was a genuine, completely white fox, held in the arms of the Goddess Ming, and spoke human language.

Yes, calling you "Frog" is no different from constantly calling you "Loser, Loser, Loser," which will naturally make you disgusted.

If that voice were ever heard, and the shrine were present, it would feel somewhat unfamiliar.

Why? Myojin always says it's because her conservative and rather unattractive clothes were thrown away by the shrine, right?

As a result, he's now become that kind of scathing, albeit rude, guy.

Before Lu Cong could utter a word, he was met with Inari Ariyoshi's mocking laughter.

Before he could finish speaking, his original divine body was taken away, and thinking about it now, he still felt a little uneasy.

When I get back tonight, I'll whisper in the ear of the goddess and ask her to let me teach that foul-mouthed fox a lesson.

Is it true that possessiveness doesn't exist in romantic relationships?

The Inari god, whose neck was being gripped by Myojin-oh, simply rolled his fox eyes and looked at Myojin-oh.

Lu Cong's relationship with Inari Goddess wasn't related to Fei; it's about valuing men's networks. Although yours may seem superficial, they are indeed very extensive.

"Say it! Just tell me! What's the reason? It's really making sense~"

In the eyes of Inari, Myojin-go is now completely immersed in love and romance.

"Hey, Frog, what's he thinking about?"

Frogs and snakes are often predators and prey, although bullfrogs are not often seen as such.

That situation where the predator turns the tables and hunts the prey.

However, this is only a little bit of sadness.

"Inari? So he died after all?"

After the deity's unusual behavior, there was no retaliation. Your recent unusual actions were also quite unusual, and the Inari deity did not believe in anything.

The humanoid figure, barefoot, stands beneath the pillar, its explosive physique standing out in the air; it is suspected to be the lewd fox spirit, Myojin-oh, from the Shrine household.

At least her people, your shrine, still retain a slightly corrupt tradition, though not as bad as some deities who have completely lost their faith.

At that time, you didn't really care, but were just unhappy that you didn't have any old friends.

You're naughty, you're a vixen, aren't you? Look, he's a vixen too, just you wait!

The white fox jumped out of the Queen's arms and tidied its black fur.

Upon seeing an old friend, Suwa Rikusuke's large face lit up with a bright smile, and he didn't even notice when the other person called him by the most derogatory term he ever used.

"Heh, he's changed so much, he's become utterly despicable."

"You'll just be a quiet, reserved person from now on. Why are you dressing up so flamboyantly now, even painting your toenails pink? What's the reason for that?"

Praying for a bountiful harvest? Rain? Rain and prey? All they need is for Suwa Myojin to sit serenely in the shrine, giving them a sense of security.

Seeing the large fox being held by Myojin, Sutamamo couldn't help but smile and flicked out her own forked tongue.

"No buts, you know what he meant by 'coming out,' hmph, a vixen doing that kind of thing is shameful."

Therefore, the Inari God had already considered that the Myojin would be brewing that terrible and treacherous scheme.

Suwa Fuyuko and Inari are both agricultural gods who take the form of animals. Although one is an indigenous god and the other is an Amatsu god, the two are considered friends.

This change left Suwa Myojin feeling very lonely. She felt that she was no longer needed as she had been in ancient times, and a god who is not needed is meaningless.

"How could you possibly die? It's him who even has his own divine body, and now he's truly become a frog."

"Ming Shen, would you like to tell me in detail? You're also very curious about his love life~ What is it that has made him change so little?"

"Hmph, so young and insightful, he really has changed a lot."

A particularly loud, silvery laugh rang out in the air, and a person and a fox—or rather, two foxes—appeared in front of you.

At that time, the gods of the shrine and the demons of hell were beside him, and he had just woken up, so he was in a dazed state.

How could a man deeply in love push his spouse into another man's bed?

When the matter of the divine body was mentioned, Sutamamo's large face fell again.

After becoming a god, he instantly transformed from a little demon into a man, stammering and speaking vaguely.