Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

That's the way things are. Now that things have come to this, you can only turn your searching gaze to the area beneath the shrine.

That game doesn't have classes; it only includes some outfits, weapons, and skills.

Although I know that Jingu has always doted on Su Ni'ai the most, in such a reasonable situation, I should at least say something, right?

"Oh no, they're going to argue again. And when it comes to loving him, you always have to be reasonable about everything."

"Ha, what's the point of saying all that? Anyway, as long as you're not around, he'll be thinking about those kinds of things."

You and Nian are going to make a fuss and interfere with that matter, making it happen.

"Since you really hate that game engine, there probably won't be anyone to provide them with broken technical support in the future. Remember to send you this other one then, and find a few more companies to make some bad games out there."

"Heh, what? As the high priest, he can't sleep with the lowly priests of the shrine, and he can't sleep with his best friend either, but you're the only one who can?"

After a while, you suddenly felt that things were not quite right, but you couldn't really take it to heart.

Faced with the somewhat aggrieved looks from the many men, Jingu felt a little embarrassed.

Before each of them was to receive seventy strokes of the cane, although it wasn't explicitly stated, the subconscious implication in their words was a guarantee to both of them.

For him! You're even willing to take the blame for seducing your best friend's husband!

Under Ringo Konoe's expectant gaze, Jingu reached out and pinched your aggrieved face.

For Ringo Konoe, it's not that once the Great Shrine Maiden discovers her, she can't do whatever she wants; it's that she has to worry about being targeted beforehand.

Upon hearing those words, Ringo Konoe unabashedly revealed a look of regret.

"Ha, he has no talent in reality, so he uses Yin-Yang techniques and seeks solace outside of the game. How ridiculous."

As for whether he can shoot arrows, that's important; as long as the shrine maiden can shoot, that's fine.

Given the current situation, it would normally take several years before it can be used, but Dana doesn't have a more stable technology to retreat first, and she was also extorted by the Shrine.

Chapter 329 Great Purge

By the time the shrine slowly logged out of the game, a fight had almost broken out outside.

The others only dared to watch and not to help, while Kazanin Haru and Kuga Hikaru blocked the little shrine maiden.

Only Ringo Konoe managed to turn the tide, which improved her mood considerably.

Fortunately, she was quick-witted and, realizing she wouldn't gain anything, she swiftly logged off to seize the initiative.

Jingu wiped the slightly damp lip prints from her face and shook her head helplessly.

"Alright, stop fooling around, we should go back."

Suga Ai glared at Ringo Konoe with resentment, but Ringo Konoe, having lost all pretense of respect, returned the glare without fear.

Sure enough, Su Woai disliked this guy who was so much like her, even in this aspect.

If it weren't for two other people holding her back, she would have gone straight up and started tearing into them.

Women only unleash their full power when fighting against their own kind.

It was bad enough that Su Ni'ai tricked her into coming out for work, but now she's being bossed around even after she gets there. Hanayama Haru is exhausted.

They must think the one below them is some kind of villain, right? To judge a god with the eyes of a mortal is hopelessly foolish.

Kayama Haru took a deep breath. "You're not prepared for the worst."

"But not yet..."

"You just received some very uninteresting news. I heard that nobody's doing anything like 'hero worship' anymore?"

Before Chen Luying was around, Su Ni'ai no longer had that arrogant demeanor; she had reverted to her obedient and taciturn self.

It's fine to show your talent when it's time to shine; otherwise, just be the most obedient one.

That was the first time I truly felt my own kindness. If it were someone with such a bad temper, Tokyo would probably be a complete ruin by now.

Now, all the idiots who caused those things outside your heart have been turned into human stakes, their heads sticking out and placed outside the damn chamber pot.

My occasional belief is that people can truly understand and tolerate each other, so I will not try to change stupid or bad people under the influence of my thoughts or ideas.

"Hey! You understand."

On the way back to the shrine.

"What else is there to say? It's just one thing. We need to proceed slowly, and at worst, we need to make sure no one escapes."

Before Jingu left, the smile on Konoe Ringo's face disappeared, and she gave Hisahiro a warm look.

Whether it was a blessing or a curse, at this moment, Kazanin Haru was truly grateful that the Shrine was not such a tyrannical or bloodthirsty person.

A bunch of idiots! Why can't you just shut up for once? Why do you have to mess with us and cause trouble, are you looking for trouble?

Jingu comforted Suga Ai, then turned to look at Konoe Ringo.

At the same time, a very strong anger also rises in your heart.

The speed at which women change their expressions is truly astonishing, showcasing the fickle nature of women.

"Sir, do you have any other requests or orders? If not, go and handle that matter now."

Jingu spoke subtly, but the chilling killing intent in his words was impossible to conceal.

Haru Hanayama endured the angina pectoris.

His eyebrows furrowed as he spoke with difficulty.

Knowing this, Hanayama Haru followed the two of them and left the area.

Enraged, Hanayama Inshun even experienced angina for a moment.

"You will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give the scoundrel from the Divine Palace a complete explanation."

Things said casually like this are usually just for fun and shouldn't be taken seriously.

After a few minutes of silence, Jingu finally spoke.

No matter how calm she was, Kayama Inuharu was so angry at these idiots that she trembled all over.

"Well, I have a few more things to tell you later."

"Yes, he'll be in trouble as soon as he finds everyone. You want to do things cleanly and then bring them to see you, right? Yes, you want us to come to your place, um..."

"Take us to the outside of the shrine we built. Remember, every single one of the participants who were not involved is dead. Bring them all here with you."

"Forget about the game. Remember to send a copy to you before it's finished."

Kayama Inshun pressed on his chest, quickly relieving his angina.

Jingu looked out the window and pondered for a moment.

Jingu's expression remained unchanged, but my expression wasn't enough to prove that I wasn't truly distressed.

However, in front of the shrine, these two cannot afford to fight each other now.

Death is the beginning for mortals. But for gods, it is merely the end.

But Kazanin Haru knew that the more slowly Jingu spoke, the more he cared about the matter.

Hanayama Haru was not taking any chances and wanted to act immediately, but fearing that he might alert the enemy, he first ordered his men to temporarily blockade all the small private airports and military bases in Tokyo.

"Little Jingu, was there nothing I needed you for that time?"

"Lord Jingu, let's go back~"

Before you drag these damn idiots out of the world, let us know what it means to regret living to the next life.

Jingu turned his head and looked at Hanayama-in Haru, who had come with Su Niai, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Jiu Ni Guang seemed not to see your gaze, looking up at the ceiling.

Then the displeasure on his face quickly turned into a bright smile.

Whether it was Su Ni'ai or Hanayama Haru, this was the first time they had heard Jingu utter such murderous words.

Quickly, Kayama Inuharu understood the meaning behind Jingu's words.

“You understand that you will conduct a memory search on everyone not involved, and even if it results in bloodshed, you will let go of any suspects, including your own family.”

But when those fools or scoundrels actively jump out to sabotage me, that's a different story altogether.

A bunch of idiots with eyes that can see right through them, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. If they love their own nation so much, why are they going to pay respects to the pilots who died in the attack on America?

If we really have to wait until the shrine itself handles it, then this is a minor matter.

"I just had nothing to do and needed to talk to him, so I'll come with you."

"Humph!"

But there's no other way. If we want to die, we can only give up our positions and let those who want to do bad things sit there.

That's what a sensible, foolish shaman should do.

Before leaving behind a clear, heated hum, the two parted ways.

That was the real small-scale purge; the number of people who died afterward due to the turmoil within the family was not even half of that one.

It's not bad, at least the shrine is still telling you that if things are handled properly, there won't be any minor problems.

Suga broke free from the two people holding her and returned to Jingu's side. She took out a tissue and wiped Jingu's face again.

Jingu tapped the armrest and didn't speak.

Chapter 330 Cross-examination

It was only four or five o'clock, but the autumn sun had already begun to sink into the horizon.

The security guard at the gate yawned, looking like he was about to take a nap in the guardhouse.

However, he had to wait a while longer until all the senior leaders inside had gone back before he could finally take a nap in peace, otherwise he risked losing this secure job.

In these kinds of government offices, outsiders usually don't come. All they need to do is pretend to be on duty diligently every morning and evening.

Although he is just a security guard, can guarding the gate for important people be the same as guarding the gate for an ordinary community?

He felt very proud that he had found such a secure job at such a young age.

Just as he was immersed in this wonderful feeling, the sound of a black car honking at him startled him from his reverie.