Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 214 Tenderness
【I miss you, see you at the coffee shop. 】

Fengdielian deleted and retyped, typed and deleted again, and finally chose the simplest and most direct one, which was also the one least likely to make mistakes.

After Feng Dielian sent the message, she stood up nervously and paced back and forth, looking at her phone.

But the other party never replied to the message.

Feng Dielian sighed.

Since the two of them had a relationship, this time was even more nervous than the first time.

It's like a girl in her first love going on her first date with her sweetheart.

Some don’t know what to do.

I was so nervous that I even walked back and forth around the apartment with my briefcase on my back forgot to put it down.

Fengdielian, what are you nervous about?
It's just another meeting.

she told herself.

Finally, the other party replied.

[Let’s not go to the coffee shop. Let’s go to the apartment that night. I’ll come to your house to find you.]

what?
He's coming here?
Since I never thought of receiving guests here, and every time I come back I just catch up on some sleep.

The lights in the apartment are specially chosen to be warm and low-light to make it easier to fall asleep.

This ambiguous environment, dim lighting.

Feng Dielian swallowed, as if she could sense what was going to happen, and put on her artist mask.

Take a deep breath.

I quickly took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and took out a cup and ice cubes.

Drink in small sips.

Wait until a bottle of beer is finished.

Feng Dielian's uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

Although I am still very nervous.

Feng Dielian put down her wine glass and took off her suit jacket. Her white shirt revealed her black bra, and the black and white combination made her look more like a white-collar girl.

Should I change my clothes?
Feng Dielian thought.

I felt a little regretful for sending the text message. I should take a shower and change my clothes. Wouldn’t that be better?

Feng Dielian opened her shirt, buried her little face in it, and sniffed her small nose hard to smell if there was any sweat.

Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any other strange smell.

"What are you doing?" came the man's voice from behind.

Feng Dielian quickly raised her head.

The man looked at her with great interest as she lowered her head.

"When did you come?" Feng Dielian's face turned red.

"Just when you put your head into your white shirt," Fang Zuo said, "what are you doing?"

"No. I was just smelling to see if there was any sweat." Feng Dielian stuttered, trying to find another excuse, but she couldn't think of anything in such a short time, so she could only express her true thoughts.

"Oh, you don't need to smell this," said the man.

"Yeah? What?" Feng Dielian said as usual, then her mind was stunned. What did it mean?
Fang Zuo took two steps forward and approached Feng Dielian who was sitting on the sofa.

Feng Dielian was petite to begin with, and when the man slowly approached, she blocked the warm light. Then, as the man came closer, she could only look up to see the man's face.

Until he was only one step away from her, Feng Dielian couldn't even see the man's face, and when she looked up she could only see his chest.

Feng Dielian lowered her head to look straight ahead, and her little face turned red instantly.

The level gaze is even more wrong.

She quickly turned her head and looked away, just when she didn't know what to do.

The man bent down, grabbed her thighs wrapped in black stockings with his big hands, and pressed hard with his ten fingers.

Feng Dielian only felt the skin of her thigh being pressed down by ten fingers, and her body suddenly softened.

But he felt his body lighten as he was picked up by a pair of big hands.

"Ah" Feng Dielian screamed, arched her waist backward, hurriedly wrapped her legs around the man's waist, and stretched out her hands to try to maintain her balance.

Avoid falling backwards.

Why does this scene look so familiar?

That night began like this on a high tower in Tokyo.

Feng Dielian's waist was arched, showing amazing elasticity, her little face was red as blood, and the heat from the big hands holding her thighs made her even more intoxicated.

The next second, the man turned her around, sat on the sofa, and then shook it lightly.

Following this force, Feng Dielian straightened her waist and sat astride the man.

She quickly put her hands on the man's shoulders to keep her balance.

"I mean, I can do it." said the man.

Before Feng Dielian could react to the meaning of these words, Fang Zuo buried his head in her white shirt.

A mixture of the rich fragrance of a newly-made woman and the milky scent of a young girl rushed out along with the heat from the body temperature inside the shirt and penetrated Fang Zuo's nose.

"Hmm, there's no smell of sweat, you smell so good." Fang Zuo said.

As he spoke, the hot air he exhaled sprayed on Feng Dielian's chest, making her feel so itchy that she felt weak. She was so embarrassed that she grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, not knowing whether to push him away or hold him tight.

At this time, the man's big hand had already moved down from Feng Dielian's thigh.

Feng Dielian's heart tightened. She was used to seeing Yingkong Kurumi, and she felt a little inferior about her buttocks.

But the man didn't seem to show any disgust.

Fang Zuo didn't think there was anything wrong with Feng Dielian's thinness.

"You're having your period and you've lost a lot of weight?" Fang Zuobiannie said.

Feng Dielian nodded, feeling a little sad that she couldn't even compare to Yingkong Kurumi Hall Master in this respect.

"But I also like it this way. It's a different feel, very good." The man's words made Feng Dielian feel better.

Her face was red, she was breathing slightly, and her eyes were a little moist.

"Have you been drinking?" Fang Zuo asked with a hint of alcohol.

"I drank a bottle of beer. Does it smell strong?" Feng Dielian said, "I'm going to brush my teeth."

"No need." Fang Zuo shook his head

"No." Feng Dielian was very persistent. She straightened her waist, jumped up, and ran to the bathroom.

Feng Dielian turned on the faucet, with a cup placed underneath to collect water. She was holding the toothpaste and toothbrush and preparing to squeeze it out.

The water from the faucet was turned on too high, and the cup was filled up in an instant, splashing water onto Feng Dielian's white shirt and the black stockings wrapped around her thighs.

The black stockings were stretched by the plump thighs, and with the addition of water splashes, they were even more fitting.
The water droplets flowed down the thigh stockings, over the calves, over the ankles, and then onto the black commuter high heels.

"Ah." Feng Dielian hurriedly turned off the faucet, but it was a little too late, and the water splashed wet her uniform skirt.

When Fang Zuo followed into the bathroom, he saw Feng Dielian lifting up her uniform skirt, bending her waist, twisting her head, sticking out her buttocks, and wiping the large water droplets on her black stockings with a white towel.

As the towel was wiped down, some of the water droplets disappeared, and the other part seeped into the black silk stockings.

The wet black stockings were stretched open, and against the backdrop of the fair skin inside, there was an immediate sense of exquisite beauty.

Feng Dielian was concentrating on wiping the water droplets and had not noticed the man coming in.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands hugged her waist.

Fang Zuo came up.

"Damei, I... I have something to tell you." Feng Dielian had a premonition of what was going to happen because of this heat.

"You can say it now." The man whispered in Feng Dielian's ear, his voice full of heat.

There was a crackling sound.

The wet black stockings were torn apart.

Feng Dielian lay on the sofa and fell into a small sleep.

Her shirt was open, with all the buttons ripped off savagely, and she was covered with her suit jacket.

The black stockings with several large holes in them hung down by the legs.

Suddenly she woke up with a start, raised her little head slightly in confusion, and looked at her empty house.

"Don't go." Her voice was sobbing and tears were streaming.

"I didn't leave." Fang Zuo walked over from the side, picked him up, and sat him astride.

"It hurts. It hurts so much." Feng Dielian whimpered in frustration, her little fists clenched into fists as she continuously hit the man's chest.

"I'm sorry." Fang Zuo placed her gently across his thighs and passed a warm breath over to her.

Circulating the meridians in Feng Dielian's body.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Feng Dielian hooked her arms around the man's neck, smelled his scent, and enjoyed this tenderness that did not belong to her.

"I thought you left again." A complex emotion made her want to cry.

The little head burrowed into the man's arms again.

"No, didn't you say you had something to tell me?" Fang Zuo looked at Feng Dielian's tearful face, bent down and gently kissed her tears.

Only then can you raise your head.

Feng Dielian held him tightly with her arms, not letting him leave.

It was as if she wanted to rub herself into the man's body, and she didn't let the man go until his red lips became numb from the kiss.

"Do you like me now?" Feng Dielian let her body be held by the man, one small hand on Fang Zuo's chest, the other hand touching Fang Zuo's face, and said softly.

"like."

"If one day you find that the me now is not myself, will you still like me?" Feng Dielian asked again.

"like."

"You're lying." Feng Dielian curled her lips: "You didn't even understand what I said."

"I understand." Fang Zuo opened his mouth and bit the little hand that had been kneading his face.

Feng Dielian quickly retracted her fingers, avoiding Fang Zuo's teeth, and moved to another place to continue her mischief.

But this time Fang Zuo predicted it accurately and bit her finger, tearing it with his teeth.

Feng Dielian's face turned red.

"You just don't understand." Feng Dielian sighed, feeling very upset. "How could you possibly understand? Even I don't know what I'm saying, let alone what I want to do."

[All I know is that I used someone else's identity to fall in love with someone else's man.]

[Using something that does not belong to you in order to obtain something that does not belong to you.]

【How ridiculous, Fengdielian. 】

Feng Dielian thought bitterly.

"Is it possible that I understand, but you think I don't understand?" Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"Humph, how is that possible." Feng Dielian made a face: "I already said I have something to tell you."

"I didn't ask you not to say it." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows: "You just kept shouting."

"Damn, damn, don't say that anymore." Feng Dielian covered the man's mouth with her small hands.

When the man seemed to stop, she took her hands down with a shy face.

Then he reached out hard to pick up the briefcase that was thrown on the ground.

Fang Zuo reached out and picked up the briefcase and placed it on Feng Dielian.

The rough touch scraped across the purple and swollen skin pinched by Fang Zuo, making Feng Dielian frown.

"Do you understand these? Help me take a look. These are the latest case files from Tokyo." Feng Dielian took out some documents and handed them to Fang Zuo, then put the briefcase back.

"This is the Seven Star Dragon Gathering Formation. Interesting." Fang Zuo narrowed his eyes. These documents were detailed maps of Tokyo, with the location of the shrine outlined with various markers and red lines.

It turns out that someone built such a huge formation using a shrine in Tokyo.

"Can you really understand this thing?" Feng Dielian looked at the man in front of her in surprise, and her already tender gaze became even more tender.

I wish I could wrap myself around him tightly and never let go.

Mysterious and powerful.

Violent and gentle.

"This formation is fine, but the overall feng shui layout is terrible." Fang Zuo shook his head. "The tall buildings are like mountains, and the streets and alleys are like flowing water. The positioning of this Seven Star Formation, through this layout, although it gathers energy, it doesn't hide the wind."

"What do you mean?" Feng Dielian was completely confused and didn't understand at all.

"While Tokyo is dotted with tall buildings, winding streets, and elevated roads, winding and winding, with layers of protection, it can gather energy, but these seven star locations lack the vibrant land of lush grass and abundant forests." Fang Zuo carefully examined the map of Tokyo. "If the wind is not hidden, even if the energy is gathered, it will not last."

"I still don't understand." Feng Dielian shook her head. She could understand what was being said before, but now she couldn't understand anything at all.

"It's just that the city construction is not good and there is a lack of greening." Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.

"I understand." Feng Dielian nodded her head.

Although I still don’t understand what the lack of greenery has to do with this formation.

"What's underneath this Seven-Star Dragon Gathering Formation?" Fang Zuo asked.

If I'm not mistaken, there must be something underground.

The formation also needs energy to drive it.

If there is natural spiritual energy in places with mountains, rivers and streams, then where does the spiritual energy come from in such a large city to drive such a large formation?

Nature relies on underground sources.

"The remains of Taira no Masakado are buried beneath seven shrines." Feng Dielian said, "I also met one."

"'Taira Masakado'?" Fang Zuo had never heard of this name.

Feng Dielian explained the origin of 'Taira Masakado'.

"Which Taoist master, unskilled in his art, did this on purpose?" Fang Zuo shook his head. "Using dead energy to nourish the dragon veins, isn't this just a dead dragon? The root of disaster is deeply buried."

"It's a thousand-year-old faction in Japan, the Jiujiu Sect. Have you heard of it?" Feng Dielian said, "I heard that in the past few decades, they have even competed with China in Feng Shui techniques."

"The Jiuju Sect? I seem to have heard of it." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard many Taoists discussing this kind of thing when he attended the Taoist ceremony in Longhu Mountain.

It is said that in recent years, Japanese Feng Shui masters have been secretly plotting everywhere in the country.

Just like major cities have been inexplicably nailed down with dragon-locking piles, there have also been many feng shui buildings, such as the Samurai Saber Building in Lujiazui, Shanghai.

Even small temples here and there still enshrine the resentful spirits of Japan.

But what's the use? It's a ridiculous waste of time. It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. It can't stop the rise of Zulong.

"What about this?" Feng Dielian took out another piece of information and gave it to Fang Zuo.

A map of Japan is densely marked with red dots.

Fang Zuo took a quick look at it, his eyes suddenly widened, and he examined it carefully.

[One Qi Star Array]

Although the Seven Star Dragon Gathering Formation just now was huge, it was only a basic formation.

As long as the conditions are met, it can be roughly formed.

It's nothing more than the effectiveness.

There is a Feng Shui Association in Japan, it is very common and nothing special.

This formation is a true Taoist tradition, complex and obscure.

Transform these buildings into stars, if you make a mistake at one step, all of them will go wrong, just like weaving a web, one change will lead to thousands of changes.

Even Fang Zuo couldn't understand the specific effects.

Which Taoist master did this?

Is it the formation master from the small world who has ascended to heaven again?

What on earth is he going to do?
------

In an apartment building far from Yoyogi Park.

Zhang Benren's cell phone kept ringing.

"Mr. Zhang, why aren't you taking action yet?" a message came from a dark web mobile phone group.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, you're being offered ten times the reward, why haven't you done it yet?" The assassins in the group raised their doubts.

"Everyone, I'm giving up on this case. I'm giving it to you." Zhang Benren said with a smile.

【"What?"】

【"give up?"】

【"Why?"】

"No reason. I don't need to explain to you. I will explain the situation to my employer." Zhang Benren sneered.

Zhang Benren clicked on an avatar in the group and sent a voice message to him individually: "I withdraw from the assassination of Abe Nosuke."

"Why, Mr. Zhang? Is the price not enough?" the employer sent a message.

"Why do you know this? I'm here to make money, not to be a pathfinder for others." Zhang Benren sneered.

There was silence.

After a while, the employer sent a message in the dark web group:

Since Mr. Zhang has withdrawn from this assassination plan, I have decided that whoever kills the target will receive ten times the reward. If we kill the target together, in addition to the original reward, we will split the tenfold reward equally.

There was an uproar in the dark web group.

The killers became excited.

But there are also many people who are clear-headed and waiting silently.

Since Zhang Benren didn't take action, he must have his reasons.

And far away.

Abe Nojaku sneered as he sensed the movements around him.

There was more than one person approaching here.

I don’t know which force sent these guys here to die.

Watching them skillfully arrange various tools, they seem very professional.

"Let me do it." A voice echoed in Abe Nojaku's mind: "I just happen to be a little thirsty for blood."

"Hi!" An Bei Nai Que knelt on the ground respectfully.

In the apartment building in the distance.

Zhang Benren focused his eyes on Abe Nosuke's villa in the distance.

In the art of qigong.

In the hazy night, dozens of light spots were surrounding Abe Nosuke's location.

A bunch of guys who don't know whether to live or die.

Zhang Benren sneered.

There was a hint of suspicion in his sneer. Abe Nojaku remained motionless, as if he didn't care about these people at all.

Could it be my own illusion?

suddenly.

A dark atmosphere rose under the villa, and in an instant, blood stained the entire surroundings of the villa red, and even dyed Zhang Benren's eyes red.

Zhang Benren quickly closed his eyes and stopped using the Qi-sensing technique.

"Let's go." He patted his apprentice Ning Sheng's shoulder.

Ning Sheng didn't ask why and decisively followed his master out.

The master and disciple ran as fast as they could, leaping among tall buildings and fleeing far away from this place.

In Abe Nosuke's villa.

Abe Haruaki licked the blood in his hand, and a faint line of blood was visible on the white fangs in his mouth.

The hunting robe on his body was flawless white.

"That's all filthy, low-grade blood, not even worthy of staining my clothes." Abe Haruaki said with a spit, "It's nowhere near as sweet as the three disciple knights, but it's better than nothing."

Abe no Que crawled on the ground without saying a word.

So many world-class killers, and his ancestors were all wiped out in an instant.

This kind of strength made Abe Nojaku extremely fanatical about it.

She recalled that when she was still an abandoned child, it was this ancestor who patted her shoulder.

"Come on, boy, I'll take you to taste the blood of the gods."

then.

My destiny changed just like that and I came to this position.

This ancestor is Abe Nozaki's greatest support and the source of all his confidence.

"Ancestor, what are you looking at?" Abe Haruaki looked into the distance for a long time without saying anything, which made Abe Noja look up with some doubts.

"He escaped for the sweet blood." Abe Haruaki shook his head. "He's the most powerful of the bunch. It's a pity I can't leave here for the time being."

"Ancestor, let me go and catch him back?" Abe Noque looked up and said.

"No need. He's a Chinese martial artist. I'm very familiar with his aura." Abe Haruaki sighed, "We should avoid provoking our neighbor if possible."

Abe Nojaku was a little surprised.

This ancestor, who even disregarded the gods, was extremely wary of China.

"I will continue to sleep, Abe Nojaku, you have done well." Abe Haruaki said with a smile: "The more people come to kill you, the more valuable you are. I can't wait to see more sweet blood to assassinate you."

"Yes, ancestor." Abe Nojaku lowered his head: "I will continue to work hard."

Abe Haruaki smiled slightly.

The next second, he returned to the coffin in the huge basement.

Countless rotten yellow talismans were re-pasted.

After leaving Abe Nosuke's villa.

Zhang Benren trembled all over and looked back. The powerful aura had already detected his qi-sensing technique, but for some reason, he did not chase after him.

"How is it possible that such a powerful zombie would appear in Japan?"

"What level is this zombie? A flying zombie? A drought demon?"

"Even more powerful than the one I encountered in Xiangxi with my master."

Zhang Benren was gasping for breath, still in shock, and almost died here.

This kind of existence has already exceeded the scope of my martial arts, and perhaps only my senior brother can fight against it.

Thinking of this, I feel a little bitter.

What can I do if I don’t enjoy these luxuries, because I know.

No matter how hard he practices, he is no match for his senior and junior brothers.

"Master, where are we going now?" Ning Sheng said.

Looking at his apprentice.

Can diligence really outweigh talent?

Zhang Benren sighed inwardly.

Master is no good, maybe you can prove it.

"Let's go to our next target, the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, Jin Meiting." Zhang Benren took a deep breath and said, "It's not easy to come to Japan. I have to get some aviation money for my private jet."

(End of this chapter)