Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 170 The Transformed Woman

Momoki Kanonai placed her hands on Fang Zuo's muscular chest.

With the shyness of a girl.

He was completely unaware that outside his own little world, there was nothingness.

A handsome man with golden curly hair, his eyes red and his fists clenched tightly.

Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Unable to withstand the injuries caused by Abe Haruaki's claw, he was unwillingly swallowed by nothingness.

Momoki Kanonai's small body curled up in Fang Zuo's arms.

Delicate and exquisite, round and round.

Like a beautiful doll.

He slowly stroked Momoki Kanonna's smooth back.

The rough touch of the big hands made her delicate body tremble occasionally.

"What should we do?" Momoki Kanonai drew circles on Fang's left chest with her small hands.

"What should we do?" Fang Zuo smelled the faint fragrance on her body. Although it did not have the unique hormonal smell of Sakura Sora Kurumi and Shiraishi Nagimitsu, it was also pure and elegant.

"What am I going to do in the future? I'm in love with the man in my dream, dating him, and even doing this. How am I going to get married in the future?" Momoki Kanonai covered her face with her hands. "Am I going to dream of you every night when I sleep next to my husband?"

"Then get married here."

"Marry you? How can that be possible!" Momoki Kanonai pouted and tried to sit up straight, but a pain made her lie down again.

"Why, do you feel wronged by marrying me here? Or do you still want to marry someone outside?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

"You haven't proposed yet. Besides, I don't know what to do." Momoki Kanonai shook her head: "It would be great if you could come out of this dream."

"You know what? I'm so lonely during the day. There's no one to talk to. Sometimes I even wonder what my meaning is in this world."

"It seems like I don't need anyone, and yet I'm not needed by anyone."

"Don't you need me?" Fang Zuo changed his big hand to rubbing the back of his hand, and the touch felt even smoother.

"I can't sleep during the day and come to see you, and I often can't enter your dreams during the day." Taomu Xiangna pouted aggrievedly: "I used to talk to David occasionally, but now that the engagement is broken off, I have one less person to talk to."

"So you have so many dolls in your room, and you talk to them?" Fang Zuo asked.

"How do you know I have so many dolls?" Momoki Kanonai raised her little face in confusion.

"Of course I know you're dreaming."

"Is that so?" Momoki Kanona frowned.

"Of course, I not only know that you have a lot of dolls, but I also know that you have a black Bible," Fang Zuo said.

"Hiss." Taomu Xiangnai's small body trembled and she took a breath: "That is a tampered Old Testament, recording the coming of the Dark Messiah."

"The coming of the Messiah?" Fang Zuo was stunned. Although he had never understood these Western religions, he knew who this person was: "Isn't that your Jesus?"

"Yes, it is the incarnation of the Almighty Lord on earth, but the Old Testament of Judaism does not recognize this. The two sides fought a war between gods thousands of years ago." Momoki Kanonai said.

"It means that everyone is vying for the title of Messiah, but no one acknowledges that the other is the true Messiah. That's what it means, right?"

Momoki Kanonai couldn't help but shout, "Yes, that's what I mean."

"What do you mean? This?"

"Oh, should I tell you or not?" Momoki Kanonai shuddered again: "That's obviously not what I'm talking about."

"Then do you like it or not?"

"I like it, but I'm so tired. I can't do it anymore." Momoki Kanonai put her small hand on Fang Zuo's face and yawned, "I'm so sleepy. Why am I so sleepy even in my dreams? I don't want to sleep. If I fall asleep, it's daytime again and there's no one to talk to."

"And what is the Dark Messiah?"

"It was the prophet who betrayed both the New and Old Testaments, and betrayed both Judaism and Christianity." Momoki Kanonai's eyelids drooped, and she looked very tired. "It was the demon from the abyss. It was it who tampered with this Bible."

Fang Zuo looked at the cute little Momoki Kanonai and held her horizontally in his arms.

It seems that this small world consumes a lot of souls and incense.

No wonder they are so aggressive in snatching believers.

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Yoyogi Park, in the garden of Abe Nosuke's villa.

Abe Noque knelt on the ground devoutly, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground: "Ancestor, have you fully awakened?"

Without this ancestor, he would probably have died in a mission or been given to other families as an agreed gift like Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Not yet." Abe Haruaki's body was covered in the blood spurted out by the disciple knight, and his originally gentle and handsome face looked extremely weird and hideous.

The two fangs in his mouth were slightly exposed with their tips.

He sucked the blood that was about to drip from the corner of his mouth into his mouth, and gently clapped his other hand with the fan in his hand:

"I just felt that I had entered a world of incense and fire in the formation, and there were several so-called holy light bodies."

"If I don't come out, you are no match for them and you will die."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you and disturb your sleep," Abe Nojaku said in a low voice.

"I can't blame you. You're already proud of having three Western knights come to surround and kill you. As for my slumber, it doesn't matter. After I come out and devour the blood and essence of these Western disciples, I can complete my mission early. That's actually a good thing." Abe Haruaki smiled faintly.
"You've done a great job. A woman who can do this is much better than those useless people in the Abe family. I'm glad to have you in the Abe family!"

"Hi!" Abe Noja responded excitedly.

"This Shi Gen Dragon-Slaying Formation I learned from China is truly profound and abstruse. It won't have much of an impact on my sudden awakening this time. It's a pity that I wasn't able to learn it completely, otherwise I would have absorbed more from the incense."

Abe Haruaki raised his right hand, feeling the surging power in his hand, looking around with his eyes, and then closed his eyes to feel himself.

"What a perfect body, absolutely perfect, so perfect it's practically flawless." Abe Haruaki couldn't help but admire it. "It's truly a Taoist secret technique from China. It can kill several disciple knights so easily. If it can go one step further, those Shinto novice gods will be nothing to it."

Abe Haruaki's eyes were burning with anger, and the fangs in his mouth slowly retracted.

"I'm going to go back and continue to cultivate myself. It won't take long to complete it. Be careful. If you encounter any problems, come back to me."

"Hi!" Abe Nojaku responded, "Your shikigami?"

"No, I don't need these shikigami anymore. I'll give them all to you." Abe Haruaki shook his head. "Only after embarking on the path of truth did I realize that the things I once treasured were now just petty tricks."

After Abe Haruaki finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared in front of Abe Nojaku, and appeared in the underground formation.

He reopened the coffin and lay down in it with his eyes closed.

The blood and essence in his body slowly disappeared, and he returned to his snow-white hunting attire, his face frighteningly pale.

The heavy coffin closed automatically, making a loud friction sound.

Dozens of yellow talismans that had fallen to the ground flew up by themselves and stuck back on the coffin.

The formation slowly moved, and an invisible force pulled a wisp of incense above the Meiji Shrine and secretly entered the coffin.

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Fang Zuo couldn't stand it any longer.

After Momoki Kanona fell asleep, she withdrew from her own little world.

morning.

Since what happened yesterday, the girls didn't remember much about Oda Yui's details, but they still had a fresh memory of their muscles.

Girls kept coming to the room with various excuses, staring at Fang Zuo's chest muscles under his shirt intentionally or unintentionally.

This made Fang Zuo extremely annoyed.

Some of the brave ones just grabbed it with their little hands.

I really think of myself as a cowherd in love.

"What are you doing?" Momoki Kanonai walked down and shouted.

The girls left one after another, still in awe of this talented teacher who was only a year or two older than them and had won several trophies.

Fang Zuo smiled at Momoki Kanonai.

Today she was wearing a teacher's uniform, with a ponytail, a white shirt, a gray skirt, and black stockings that covered her slender legs. Although her figure was petite, it was well-proportioned.

Because she had lived in the monastery for a long time, she didn't know how to wear high heels. When she stood up, her small body leaned forward slightly.

But before Fang Zuo could open his mouth to praise her, Momoki Kanonai saw that Fang Zuo was staring at her black stockings with a look of disdain.

"Pervert." Momoki Kanonai's face turned cold and she turned and left.

Fang Zuo touched his nose and thought that he couldn't be so gentle next time for fear of breaking it. He had to use more strength.

There was a slight drizzle in Tokyo in the morning.

A thin figure holding an umbrella and carrying a large bag hurriedly passed by Fang Zuo's field of vision.

Fang Zuo was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes. He retracted his legs, stood up and walked out.

A little man in the distance is fighting against the wind and rain.

Junko Sannomiya was trying hard to point her umbrella in the direction of the wind to cover the bag and prevent the rain from wetting the bread in the bag.

Her whole body was soaked by the rain, and her hair was stuck to her forehead.

The gray hollow knit sweater and floral skirt she was wearing were soaked and stuck to her fair skin.

This outfit surprised Fang Zuo a little.

Is this still the same Junko Sannomiya who always wore a sweatshirt or a thick fabric shirt, and wrapped herself tightly in wide and large myopic glasses?
She was trying hard to take steps forward.

This was the first time Fang Zuo saw her legs.

A pair of white and plump legs, although not so slender, but well-proportioned, white and fragrant, with a little flesh.

The instep is white and smooth, and the toes are bent awkwardly yet cutely in the transparent shoes, firmly grasping the soles.

Junko Sannomiya turned around, facing the direction of the wind, bent down slightly, and held the bag containing a large pile of bread in her arms.

Hold the umbrella firmly with both hands and keep the direction.

Suddenly, the umbrella in my hand that was fighting against the wind felt lighter.

A big hand took the umbrella from her hand, raised it up, and blocked the wind and rain.

Junko Sannomiya suddenly shuddered all over.

This scene.

It was just like that evening, when I ran around trying to sell my virginity, but was still humiliated.

The sky at that time was just like it is now, a little gloomy.

The storms back then were just like they are now, some of them were against me.

At that time, it was also this body that blocked everything for me.

It was this pair of big hands that lifted up her little face and kissed her gently.

It's him?

Junko Sannomiya raised her little face in surprise.

not him.
Junko Sannomiya was very disappointed.

"It's you, thank you, how come you are here." Junko Sannomiya hurriedly bowed slightly to thank the man who helped her again and again.

"I work at this school." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Why, Miss Sannomiya Junko's expression changed so quickly, as if she wasn't very happy to see me."

"No, no." Sannomiya Junko hurriedly shook her head: "It's just that I thought it was someone else at first. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry."

Sannomiya Junko said honestly and bowed deeply.

Don’t deceive anyone who is good to you, treat them with sincerity, my mother said.

"Who is that person?" Fang Zuo said, "He must be someone very important to Miss Sannomiya Junko."

"Yes." Sangong Junzi nodded: "His name is Fang Zuo."

"Oh, so that's the Fang Zuo in your shop's name."

"Hi!" Junko Sannomiya bowed slightly again.

"He is such a lucky man. Where are you going now?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Oh, I have to deliver it quickly, otherwise I will miss the appointment." Junko Sannomiya hurriedly wanted to take the umbrella.

"Where are you taking it to? Let me take it to you." Fang Zuo slightly retracted the umbrella, and Sannomiya Junko was left with nothing.

"That's not good. It's a waste of your time."

"It's okay, I'm just sitting around in this school to make up the numbers."

"Oh, so thank you. Please go this way, through the school, to the back door."

Fang Zuo held a big umbrella and followed Sannomiya Junko's steps.

"Strange, why don't the wind and rain seem to be coming near us?" Sannomiya Junko looked around in surprise.

As soon as I moved towards that direction, the wind and rain came from the other direction.

I changed the direction and the wind and rain changed again.

But now he seems to be hiding away out of fear.

"Oh, they are afraid of me." Fang Zuo said.

"Ha, it's obviously going to clear up." Junko Sannomiya said, pointing to a small patch of light in the clouds in the sky.

"Really?" Fang Zuo looked and saw that the rain had indeed stopped gradually.

"Let's stop here. The rain has stopped." Sangong Junzi turned around and bowed deeply to Fang Zuo: "Let me go the rest of the way by myself. I really trouble you."

"Okay." Fang Zuo folded the umbrella and handed it to Sannomiya Junko: "Come on, Miss Sannomiya Junko."

"Hi!" Sannomiya Junko smiled and said, "I will."

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In a manor in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Feng Dielian stood in the room, slightly bent over, facing the sofa respectfully.

"So you are now the deputy director of the Exorcist Security Bureau." Ashiya Dosan said with his eyes closed while sitting on the sofa.

"Yes, I didn't expect that even though I was targeting Yingkong Kurumi so much, she would still want me to be her deputy." Feng Dielian nodded.

"That's great! A promotion will make things much easier for us in the future. We were planning on getting this position." Ashiya Dosan stood up. "Besides, since she transferred you to her side, she must value your abilities. Also, it means you haven't exposed your identity and aroused her suspicion."

Feng Dielian's body trembled slightly.

What does it mean to not reveal your identity and what does it mean to value your ability?

Yingkong Kurumi didn't know how she humiliated herself these days.

Originally, I just wanted her to replace the photo on her phone of her with her thong pulled down and her limbs spread wide open.

As a result, there are more and more photos of herself in her phone, and each one looks so exaggerated.

This damn Sakura Kurumi looks so cute, but how did she learn such sinister methods?

"Yes." Feng Dielian nodded respectfully.

She couldn't tell the truth. Once the Ashiya family knew that she had been exposed, she would be abandoned.

Then he and the only bloodline of the Shimazu family would be finished.

"Take this." Ashiya Dosan took out something as thin as a cicada's wing.

Feng Dielian took it, a mask that depicted the appearance of a Japanese geisha.

"The artist mask can only be used once." Ashiya Dosan said, "On special occasions, when you put it on, you will become Sakura Sora Kurumi and can do many things."

Ashiya Dosan smiled slightly and said, "You two are about the same size."

(End of this chapter)