People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

My hands are numb from the rebound.

Ignore the shocked woman covering her mouth.

"I'm leaving now. I'm exhausted after a long day." Fang Zuo waved his hand. "Remember to give me the taxi fare back at the police station."

When I walked out of Tokyo Women's University, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

Fang Zuo hesitated for a second.

In my memory, the house that Fujino rented was dirty and dilapidated.

Let’s go to the home of Shiraishi Nagimitsu and her daughter.

Two arms are enough for now.

Ding dong.

Fang Zuo rang the doorbell.

Shiraishi Nagi's voice came from the camera security system: "Fujino-kun, the door is unlocked, come in."

Fang Zuo pushed open the door, walked into the courtyard, and then pushed open the door.

There was no light on in the room.

On the sofa not far away, Oda Yui was sleeping soundly and snoring softly.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was wearing a kimono with nothing underneath and had her hair tied up in a bun.

Kneel and sit on the ground.

I couldn't wait to hug Fang Zuo's legs.

His face was pressed tightly against hers and he rubbed it non-stop.

self-mumbling.

"I have been waiting for you."

Even the sound is wet.

Chapter 8 Undercover! Women's dormitory management?

Fang Zuo lifted up Shiraishi Nagimitsu's snow-white face.

Slowly apply force with your fingers.

As Shiraishi Nagimitsu's strength increased, the blush on her face became more intense.

You really like being rough.

Fang Zuo grabbed Shiraishi Nagimitsu's hair.

"Fujino-kun, don't be here."

Looking at his daughter's sleeping face so closely, Shiraishi Nagimitsu felt a little retreated but also a little expectant.

"What did you call me?"

"Owner."

Fang Zuo became even more violent.

"A generation...Dami"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu cried out loudly.

He hurriedly covered his mouth, fearing that he would wake up his daughter.

The sky brightened.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu lay in Fang Zuo's arms.

Her fair and delicate skin was revealed outside the blanket.

The kimono had long been torn and scattered on the ground.

Long hair covered Fang Zuo's chest, with a strand of hair bitten into his lip.

The man's roughness gave her great satisfaction.

From the sofa where my daughter sleeps.

Stairs, shower.

Finally arrived at the room.

Finally, he could no longer bear the beating and fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Zuo looks inward at his Yuanying, the Taoist method of harmonizing yin and yang.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu's physique is indeed somewhat special.

One blending repaired a little bit of the Nascent Soul.

No wonder Oda sacrificed her to the evil god.

What should we do in the future?

Fang Zuo was a little confused.

Repairing the Nascent Soul must be the first priority.

Find more cults, it would be even better if we could eliminate a few incarnations of evil gods.

but.

and then.

After the Nascent Soul was repaired and returned to its peak state, it still had to face the heavenly tribulation again.

Even with a lightning strike as thick as that, I still have no confidence.

Capture the evil god and refine spiritual treasures?

You can give it a try.

But even with spiritual treasures, it only increases the chances of winning.

Incense?

The incense power of this island country is not that strong.

It can be used to raise spiritual treasures.

Also, how many evil gods are coveting this island nation?

Why here again?

Shiraishi Nagimitsu murmured, rubbed his face for a few times, and fell asleep again.

The woman's whole body was as soft as cotton.

Both outside and inside.

No matter how strong Fang Zuo's force was last night, he could withstand it.

Fang Zuo failed in his tribulation, and the shadow in his heart was completely released.

Re-enter the inner observation and breathing regulation.

After circulating the breath for several cycles.

Soon he sensed that the woman next to him had woken up.

She secretly lay on Fang Zuo and kissed him.

Then get up.

"what."

She fell to the ground with a cry.

Fang Zuo opened his eyes, smiled gently, and lifted her onto the bed.

"Oh hayo, Fujino-kun, I wanted to go make you breakfast, but... my legs are still weak."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu lay on Fang Zuo with a red face and pouting.

"Ding."

Fang Zuo received a message on his phone.

[Sakura Kurumi: Are you up yet? If you are, watch TV now.]

Fang Zuo looked at the time and it was only 9 o'clock in the morning.

This woman must have been investigating at the scene very late last night, to be able to get up so early.

"Snapped."

A slap in the face.

There was a wave of hip movement, and the whole hand was stuck in the outline of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's hip.

This woman is simply made of water.

"Go get the remote."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit her hair and glanced at her seductively.

I obediently climbed out of bed and went to the sofa on the other side of the bedroom to get the remote control.

He crawled over again and handed it to Fang Zuo.

Then she lay obediently on his chest.

Fang Zuo touched Shiraishi Nagimitsu's shoulder.

Turn on the TV.

Japan is reporting the news.

A capable woman in a professional suit is talking in front of the camera.

"To sum up, the so-called Tokyo Exorcist Guard is simply ridiculous."

"This is a cover-up for the Tokyo police's incompetence."

"I think there's no point in existing. You keep talking about these things and deceiving the public."

"The incident at Tokyo Women's University is the best example of this."

"In such a developed society, the murderer hasn't been found yet. Is there anything worse than this?"

"Then, all incidents where the perpetrators cannot be found are labeled as supernatural to avoid failure."

"What a shame and incompetence this is."

"Our taxes support this group of people."

"I will call all members of the Liberal Democratic Party to impeach this incident."

"I will give all the people the truth."

"Arigato!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

A timid man behind him bowed and handed over the handbag.

"Abe Nojaku, the eldest daughter of Tokyo's largest family and the leader of the largest political party. The man carrying the bag is her assistant and husband."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu snuggled in Fang Zuo's arms and spoke softly.

"Assistant and husband?" Fang Zuo was stunned. "Shouldn't it be husband and assistant?"

"For such a strong woman, of course her assistant comes first, and her husband comes second."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu gently bit Fang Zuo's pectoral muscles.

Not all men are this strong.

"From your tone, it seems like he is your enemy?" Fang Zuo touched the woman's hair.

"Of course, she and I have always been rivals in parliament." Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded.