Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 32 [Shikigami: Demon King Shuten-doji] (Collect and read!)

Sakura Kurumi was very angry.

Not only was the camera on my phone turned on, but the flash as well.

It seemed like this man knew from the moment he came in that he was pretending to make a phone call, and he even deliberately watched him finish the performance.

I was so happy that I admired my own excellent acting skills.

This guy just wanted to see himself embarrassed.

Yingsora Kurumi raised her red little face and saw the man grinning and blinking provocatively.

'boom'

Yingkong Kurumi threw her phone aside in anger.

'Boom. '

He kicked the door shut and pulled down the curtains.

It pounced towards Fang Zuo with its fangs and claws bared.

Press him tightly against the wall.

Her pink fists rained down on the man.

"Baka, baka, baka."

"Damn it! I made you laugh at me, I made you laugh at me."

"Still laughing, still laughing."

Fang Zuo let her hit him and put his big hands around her from behind.

Perfectly covers the two peach-shaped buttocks.

Clench your hands tightly.

His ten fingers dug deep into the buttocks.

Yingkong Kurumi shuddered and stopped beating.

He breathed rapidly through his nose and his arms consciously hooked over his left neck.

Standing on tiptoe, she pressed her little mouth hard against it, kissing, biting and licking it.

It took quite some time.

Only then can the reaction of the extremely sensitive physique be exhausted.

Fang Zuo sat on the large office chair, holding Yingkong Kurumi in his arms.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Another button was ripped off his shirt.

His face and chest were a mess.

Except for the large trail of her saliva.

Lip marks, tooth marks, scratches, scratches, pinch marks, bite marks.

It was like entering a wild cat den.

Just a kiss can bring disaster to yourself.

If this is done directly, what will happen?

The back of his big hand rubbed her little face.

"Who sent the flowers?" Fang Zuo asked.

Yingkong Kurumi moaned and moved her little head around to find a more comfortable position.

"Probably Takasuke Chima." She rolled her eyes. "I've almost driven away all the girls in Tokyo who openly pursued me."

"That Kyoto psychic detective?" Fang Zuo remembered him. His nickname was much easier to remember than his real name.

"Soga, the most outstanding generation of the Kyoto Takasuke family, is a famous playboy in Kyoto." Yingkong Kurumi played with the buttons of Fang Zuo's shirt with her small hands. "Last time, the case department invited him over and tried desperately to pursue me."

"Which families are more powerful in Kyoto now?" Fang Zuo asked.

I have to go to Kyoto eventually to get the letter back from the Oda family and find out more about it.

"It's hard to say." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "Kyoto is not like Tokyo. Many families are hiding underground."

"The Takasuke family is a relatively prominent one. The elders in the family are also members of the Tokyo Spiritual Dissent Association. The family's inherited Shikigami: Demon King Shuten-doji."

"Is it stronger than your [Shikigami: Kaguya Touma]?" Fang Zuo changed the back of his hand that was stroking her little face to his fingers, feeling the different touch.

"Far surpasses it." Once the conversation got down to business, Sakura Kurumi's expression grew serious. "It's far stronger than the Sakura Clan's [Shikigami: Tang-style Oil-paper Umbrella]."

"Although the major Onmyoji families have many powerful Shikigami hidden underwater, they also experiment and cultivate even more powerful Shikigami."

"But [Shikigami: Demon King Shuten-doji] is considered one of the oldest Shikigami. It has survived many wars and the rise and fall of dozens of families, and has been passed down through generations."

A veteran shikigami?

So this [Shikigami: Demon King Shuten-doji] means the purest ghost?
Rather than that messy experimental product.

This is a great tonic for the broken Nascent Soul.

Fang Zuo was interested now.

Yingkong Walnut's little mouth bit Fang Zuo's chest hard.

"I'll go get rid of these flowers." She stood up and said, "These flies are really annoying. Bakayalu, can't you do something more serious?"

After Sakura Kurumi finished dealing with the flowers, she received a call from her boss and had to go to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for a meeting.

The call was urgent.

She told Fang Zuo not to stay at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's place anymore, and then hurriedly rode away on her Kawasaki motorcycle.

Fang Zuo looked at the time. It was almost time for the appointment he had made with the beautiful cat-girl twin girls.

As we walked out of the Tokyo TV Tower, the night had already darkened a little.

Fang Zuo took a taxi to Kabukicho in Shinjuku, where it was still as usual, with bright neon lights and a crowd of young girls.

Along the way, he rejected many solicitations from guides and girls, and bought a large piece of strawberry cream cake at the cake shop.

Fang turned left and came to the cat sister's shop.

The lights are dim.

There are no customers in the store.

Stools were also placed on the table.

There was no one inside the counter, only four pink cat ears whispering.

"What should we do, Onai-chan? If we close down, we won't be able to make any money. How are we going to support ourselves? What about all these little Nya?"

"I don't know either. The kids in Fukushima are waiting for us to send them money. I heard they can't fish there anymore."

"Wow! One-chan, I'm so sad. I can't eat strawberry shortcake anymore."

"Baga, eating will be a problem in the future, and you're still thinking about strawberry cream cake."

"Wow! It's all Ona-chan's fault. You ate every last piece."

"Baga, you've already kept it for two days. It's going to go bad if you don't eat it now."

"Is it that people are reluctant to eat it? The money has been sent, and it's rare to buy a piece."

"Hey~~ Aren't we talking about how to make money? Why are we talking about strawberry cream cake again?"

"Really? I forgot. Woohoo, what should we do? How about we become 'clay stick cats'?"

"Eh~~? 'Mud Stick Cat'?"

"Yes, Zhimei-chan makes a lot of money as a 'Clay Stick Cat'. She can afford five, no, ten pieces of strawberry cream cake a day."

"Eh~~? Siguoyi! But how do I make a 'Clay Cat'? I'm so worried!"

boom.

There was a noise on the counter.

The four pink cat ears were startled.

The hairs all stood up.

Keep shaking.

"Oune-chan, look, strawberry cream cake." The cat girl leaned over and was about to reach out to take it.

"Stop, Imade." The cat girl stopped her sister cautiously and looked up: "Ah, it's you, Lord Devil."

"Hey~~." The younger sister poked half of her head out from behind her older sister. "I remember you, a very poor devil. You only have 2000 yen."

Fang Zuo:.
It seems that these two beautiful twin girls have forgotten their agreement.

"I'm here to see your Aunt Fox. What do you mean? Do you want to see me?" Fang Zuo said, "This cake is a gift for you."

"Aligato! Aunt Fox agreed to see you." My sister hurriedly bowed to express her gratitude.

"Ou Nei-chan, Lord Devil, you are such a good person!" The younger sister quickly dipped her finger in a piece of cream and started licking it.

Fang Zuo followed the sisters and walked around several old neighborhoods in Shinjuku.

We arrived at the door of a dilapidated one-story single-family house.

"Master Demon, Aunt Fox is renting this place with a group of her clansmen." My sister said respectfully, "I wonder if she's off work yet."

Still working so late?
He doesn't look like a master.

Fang Zuo had some doubts.

"What kind of job does she do?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Be a rickshaw puller." My sister answered quickly while licking the strawberry cream cake.

Fang Zuo:.
Fang Zuo knew that the rickshaws in Neon were the same as the rickshaws in BJ, the kind pulled by people.

It's hard work, but you can make a lot of money.

A master as a rickshaw driver? That's even more impossible.

But what puzzled Fang Zuo even more was that there were quite a few young girls working as rickshaw drivers in Tokyo.

Aunt Fox sounds quite old, she can’t be a young girl, right?

Suddenly Fang narrowed his eyes.

Staring at the house, he smiled.

"Are you sure that the fox aunt you're talking about is really a rickshaw driver?"

The overwhelming evil spirit in the house is not simple!
Ok?
wrong.

It's the smell of a human soul!

This fox aunt has eaten a lot of people.

Good guy.

Fang Zuo sneered.

It fell into the hands of the Taoist priest.

It has been many years since I last did any work to eliminate demons and defend justice.

"Hi, Arigato!" A rickshaw driver dressed in a Japanese-style headscarf and mask came over from the next intersection.

The whole body is wrapped tightly.

"Fox-chan!" the two sisters shouted in unison.

Fang Zuo was stunned!
Is this Aunt Fox? Who is that old demon in that room who has devoured countless human souls?

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