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

"When her brother was around, she wasn't as outstanding as she is now. She was always overshadowed by him."

"After her brother was stabbed to death, she showed an amazing talent for reorganizing the scattered political party."

"Several major impeachment incidents have come into the public eye."

"He is now also a strong candidate for the next prime minister."

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"The Abe family is actually one of the Tokyo Onmyoji families"

"They are descendants of Abe no Haruaki, who was once Japan's number one Onmyoji."

"They are called Tsuchimikado Shinto."

Or the Onmyoji family?

Tsuchimikado Shinto?

Abe Haruaki?

I remember participating in the Taoist Shenzhou Clan’s sacrifice at Mount Tai.

I flipped through ancient and modern books out of boredom.

There is also a Japanese named Abe on the list of sacrifices.

Is it a coincidence?

On TV, Abe Nojaku had already walked outside.

Reporters continued to stop and ask various questions.

Fang Zuo looked at this beautiful and refined woman with some interest.

It seems that this place is not big, but the water is quite strange and muddy.

The smaller the temple, the more evil spirits may appear.

"Oka-san, I'm hungry." The door was suddenly pushed open and Oda Yui rushed in.

She has twin ponytails and wears cute teddy bear pajamas.

Looking at the two people on the bed, she covered her mouth in shock.

“You guys…you guys…wuwuwu.”

Big tears fell.

Ding Deng Deng.

Turned around and ran downstairs.

"Yui!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu woke up from her surprise and hurriedly called her.

"I'll make you breakfast, you go comfort her."

Fang Zuo patted Shiraishi Nagimitsu's head.

He wasn't too surprised.

Living with this mother and daughter, the truth will come out.

Although Oda Yui is 18 years old, she is just a child and can be coaxed.

What's worrying is.

Should I be Onii-chan or Oto-san?

It's a bit difficult to handle.

Fang Zuo sighed deeply.

Ring ring ring.

The call came again.

Fang Zuo took a look and saw that it was his boss in black stockings.

"what happened again."

"Have you watched TV?" Yingsora Kurumi's tone was surprisingly good.

"I have seen it." Fang Zuo was stunned. It seemed that this woman wanted to ask me for something again.

"I have a great idea, would you like to hear it?"

"Do not listen."

"Just listen."

"Do not listen."

"Please, please, please, da-mee da-mee." Yingsora Kurumi kept acting coquettishly.

Fang Zuo was stunned. This girl is learning so fast, now she can even answer questions quickly.

The next moment, Fang Zuo made an angry sound.

"What? Undercover? You want me to be a dorm manager at Tokyo Women's University?"

Chapter 9 Daily life of mother and daughter, the world of Onmyoji!

“Don’t even think about it.”

Fang Zuo decisively hung up the phone.

What a joke! A dignified Yuanying Zhenren is going to a place with such heavy yin energy to be a dormitory manager in a girls' school.

There are moon and sunflower tide signals around me every day.

Her breath was all covered with rouge and powder.

Totally unlucky.

If I pass it back, I'm afraid those old guys will laugh to death.

I love dual cultivation, but I am not a member of the Hehuan Sect.

Fang Zuo threw the phone away with a "pop".

Put on your pants and go downstairs shirtless.

I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, and there were quite a lot of things inside.

Take out a piece of Wagyu beef.

With just a stroke, they all turned into minced meat.

Spread out your five fingers and mix the onion, ginger and water together.

With a snap of fingers, the dough is rolled out.

Then slowly start wrapping the dumplings.

Finally, you still have to do it yourself to add a sense of ceremony.

Beef pot stickers.

After wrapping, drizzle olive oil on the pan.

Add some water and start to simmer.

A pair of white little hands came around from behind.

Hug Fang Zuo's waist tightly.

"Master, Nagimitsu never thought there would be such a satisfying day."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu stuck to Fang Zuo's back, rubbing his face against Fang Zuo's bare back.

"Have you coaxed her yet?"

"Well, she hugged me and cried. It seems that she likes the master."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu chuckled.

The man in front of me seems to be omnipotent, so mysterious and powerful.

The so-called Sixth Heavenly Demon was easily reduced to ashes in his hands.

Whatever means or tricks he uses, they are all fair and square in his hands.

In Tokyo's business and political circles, many so-called outstanding men look down upon Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

As one of the highest officials in Tokyo, many things unknown to the public are on her desk.

Although she herself did not understand Yin-Yang magic, she knew that this island country had many powerful things.

Jingdong's spiritual association, Pure Land Buddhist monks, the Tsuchimikado Shinto of the Abe family, the Furaishinmon of Sensoji Temple, etc.

A force that is somewhat beyond the comprehension of the people of this world.

She knows it all.

But, compared to this mysterious man, they are all...

No.

They can't even be compared.

The strong have all the power.

All Japanese women admire strong men.

including herself.

Now she herself is willing to be fascinated by this man.

What's more, he has an 18-year-old daughter who has never been in a relationship.

"Master, is there something different about your body?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu leaned against Fang Zuo's back, and her little hand reached around to touch Fang Zuo's abdominal muscles and asked.

Found?

"This is my own body." Fang Zuo said.

Fang Zuo thought it wasn't obvious, after all, they were about the same size.

From the moment he took over the body.

This body has been devoured and the Nascent Soul has completely regenerated Fang Zuo's own body.

Except for the face, which still maintained an ego illusion, the stranger saw Fujino.

Fang Zuo turned around and looked up and down at the beautiful woman made of water.

Wearing a nude lace pajamas.

Bare white feet.

A pair of white and tender little feet are maintained to be delicate and smooth.

The nails are painted with red nail polish.

Long, plump legs.

A large area of ​​her chest was wet with Oda Yui's tears.

No bra.

Through the wet lace pajamas, you can still see the purple bruises from last night.

The harder he pushed, the more passionate she became.

"It's time for breakfast." Fang Zuo pressed Shiraishi Nagimitsu's head.

Shiraishi Nagi's eyes were as charming as silk, and she squatted down obediently.

At the dinner table, Shiraishi Nagimitsu called Oda Yui several times.

The little thing slowly came out of his room.

A pair of eyes were swollen from crying.