Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 94
The light rain like running water rustled down, beating on a row of purple bamboo forest and cherry blossom trees in the courtyard.

The rain fell silently to the ground along a long rain chain in front of the door.

Jingu Chisa returned home with a pink umbrella, and the three stone columns and black floor lamps in the courtyard let the rain wash away.

She stepped into the eaves, put away the umbrella, and shook the rain outside.

A little cold touch came from the legs.

The previous wave of heavy rain made the role of umbrellas negligible.

Tile blue stockings are soaked.

Even the short skirt of the sailor uniform lost its former dryness, and part of it was squeezed into the girl's thigh like sardines from a can of sardines.

Jingu Chisa turned around, opened the door, and shouted, "I'm back."

"Oh, welcome back!"

There was a response from Akihito Jingu from the living room.

She was lying on the sofa and had already put on clean and refreshing pajamas. The Q version of the lion was a little deformed on the chest.

The feet that are as delicate as tofu are not put on any stockings, they are pure natural colors, and they are laid on the table carelessly.

Wiggle your toes with your mood.

She's playing League of Legends, taking time to relax before dinner.

Jingong Mingtong's spiritual power is not as exaggerated as that of Bailong. Her cultivation has a fixed time limit. If the time limit is exceeded, the exhausted spiritual power will no longer support her cultivation.

However, the means of restoring spiritual power in a short period of time are often accompanied by side effects, which are suitable for combat and not suitable for cultivation.

So, she has free time to play games.

"Brother Long's competition isn't over yet?" Jingong Qiansa walked towards the kitchen with the dishes.

Jingong Mingtong said casually: "It's over, he will continue to exercise at the guild hall."

"Really."

Jingong Qiansha turned on the TV in the living room, and there was no suspense for Brother Long to advance.

She wants to see who else advances.

……

"The World's No. 03 Martial Arts Tournament that everyone is looking forward to, the qualifiers have officially ended at 30:240 in the afternoon. After fierce competition among 25 four contestants, [-] people died.

130 people were seriously injured, 50 people were slightly injured, and 38 people were not injured, and eight of them were the top eight players who stood out from the qualifiers! "

The oil in the pot boiled, and the wrapped lobster tempura was put into the oil pot, and there was a sizzling sound.

The girl was busy while listening to the TV news.

"They are all strong players who can instantly kill their opponents with one move, and the number one ring is the Dragon of Adachi: White Dragon!
Fangs of the Night: Fujinami Taihei. "

Lobster tempura flipped in oil pan.

Jingu Mingtong suddenly sat up from the sofa, looked at the TV and said, "Fujiha Taihei? Isn't that guy a spiritual tool user?"

"Should live longer."

Chisa Jingu answered her sister's question.

After a long-lived transcendent finds that he has reached his limit, he will often try to fully blossom and make himself stronger.

"Oh," Jingong Mingtong thought it made sense, but he was a little surprised by the one who gave up kendo and chose martial arts.

"The winner of the second ring is Phantom Burial: Jingzhe, God of War: Ares."

"In the future, I will also take a majestic title."

Mingu Mingong sat with his legs crossed, resting his chin in his hands, racking his brains, thinking about what to get for himself?
"The winner of the third ring is the Empress of Demon Fist: Heli, and the Black Panther: Huey Searle King."

Boom, the sound of chopping the chopping board came from the kitchen, Jingong Mingtong's heart skipped a beat in fright, and he turned his head and said, "Qiansha, are chicken bones so hard?"

"Well, the bones of roast chicken are very hard."

Jingu Qiansha replied lightly, with killing intent in her heart.

If that coquettish fox dares to approach Brother Long again, she must find a chance to kill him.

However, that guy is more difficult to kill.

A shadow flickered across her eyes, no one could compete with her for Brother Long, her sister was a special exception.

From birth to now, they have always been sisters regardless of each other, heart to heart, and they can share Brother Long.

"The winner of the fourth ring is Annihilation Boxer: Eight Prodigy, Iron Wall: Kuramoto Mai."

"The above eight people are the top eight contestants who will compete for the strongest martial artist on the surface tomorrow. The video related to the qualifiers will be broadcast exclusively by TV Tokyo in three days' time."

Jingu Mingtong switched channels, wanting to see if other TV stations reported different news.

And it was this change that allowed her to hear those experts' high-spirited speeches.

"According to me, the most promising player to win the strongest martial artist on the surface must be Makoto Kuramoto from the Ten Thousand Beasts Guild. Why do I say that? The reason is..."

Jingong Mingtong felt that the expert's reason was nonsense, and continued to switch channels, "The winner must be the eight prodigy, look at his moves, his moves are fierce."

"The Empress of Demon Fist is the final champion. Her unusual height brings about her unusual body structure, which is a natural predator skeleton."

She kept changing channels.

For all programs related to the Budokai, seven out of the top eight were said to be champions by different experts, but Bailong was recognized as the bottom player who made up the numbers.

Because his performance is too smooth, his strikes are not ruthless, he is not a beautiful woman, he is not black or white, and he is not tall.

Put together with those players who are full of highlights, it looks mediocre.

"Haha, the presence of the idiot dragon is so low!"

Jingong Mingtong raised her head and laughed.

The laughter spread to the door, Bailong's words "I'm back" stuck in his throat, and he said with a gloomy expression: "Mingtong, if you don't get beaten for a day, your skin will itch, right?"

Taking off the mille-soled shoes and putting them in the shoe cabinet, he stepped on the slippers and walked to the living room.

Jingong Mingtong quickly stopped her laughter, stood up from the sofa and said, "Hey, don't slander people, blame those experts, they are not optimistic about you winning."

Point to the TV.

She didn't want to have a meal of fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots when she was in a happy mood.

"Brother Long, don't be angry, I'll teach them a lesson tomorrow!"

Jingu Chisa brought the roasted chicken to the dining table, put it down, rolled up her sleeves, clenched her fists, her fair cheeks puffed up and said, "How dare you underestimate Brother Long and bet on the name of the Jingu family? Let them atone with blood!"

Aside from her thoughts of really wanting to kill those people, such tone and movements were cute like a child.

Bailong regained his senses, raised his hand to rub Qiansha's head, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't exaggerate, it doesn't matter what other people think.

My way does not need the approval of others. "

As far as Bailong is concerned, whether the outside world looks good or not will not affect his strength, nor can it change the fact that he will definitely win the championship.

The Tao that is easily influenced by external opinions and thus changed is not the Tao at all.

The real strong is not to be shaken by external factors, and to go straight ahead until the finish line.

"Hi~" Jingong Qiansa fell under his generous palm, wishing to turn into a kitten and let Long Ge keep masturbating.

whole body~
"Hey, you're not ashamed to say that."

Jingong Mingtong muttered, and deliberately said in a whiny tone: "My way does not need other people's approval."

"Mingtong, your skin is really itchy."

Bai Long was expressionless.

Before the quarter-finals, it is necessary to smoke the pupils first to find out how they feel.

(End of this chapter)