Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 365: The Conquered Jewish Beauty
Fang Zuo watched his body slowly approach Michaela Cohen.

Then sit next to her.

Michaela Cohen bit her lower lip and showed a charming expression.

The muddy look in her eyes can wrap up any man.

Even though she didn't have any body odor.

However, European and American women secrete a much stronger feminine scent than Asian women.

It exudes a light truffle-like scent.

She held out her little hand.

The nails above were stained scarlet with sunflower juice.

Five fingers slowly moved down along the honey-colored skin.

then.

She pushed Fang Zuo hard and made him sit sideways.

She sat on Fang Zuo's thighs with her beautiful legs crossed, her forehead against the man's forehead.

He put his arms around Fang Zuo's neck.

Smelling the masculine scent and faint smell of sweat on the man.

She felt the man's big hands gripping her narrow, exposed waist.

Wrinkles on the palms of your hands.

The roughness rubbed against her delicate and smooth skin.

Michaela Cohen looked at Fang Zuo with confused blue eyes.

But Fang Zuo pulled out his left hand and pulled her long brown hair back.

Michaela Cohen only felt a slight pain in her scalp.

She looked like a young mare, as if her master had reined her in.

It dawned on me instantly.

"Don't stay here. Someone will come out and see us."

Michaela Cohen raised her flushed little face and tied up her long brown hair.

This scene is incredibly real.

The body's sense of touch and sensation is no different from usual.

Apart from Fang Zuo's consciousness lingering in his body, it was as if he was looking at himself from a God's perspective.

The rest are exactly the same.

Michaela Cohen, on the other hand, has completely eliminated other memories.

Completely immersed in it.

Serve your man with all your heart.

Everything that happened in the linked neurons gradually merged with the original memories in her body.

Michaela Cohen knelt on the sandy ground of the manor.

The two tender knees were rubbed red.

There were faint traces of tiny scratches on it caused by gravel.

Michaela Cohen's beautiful eyes turned red.

The emerald green eyes look watery.

I saw my father coming out from a distance.

She was so scared that she stood up quickly.

Hiding quietly behind the chair, the other party made a face to the left, indicating that he was in front of him.

Leave in the other direction.

In the days to come.

The two of them experienced all the plots in romance novels.

Michaela Cohen's family did not agree with the two being together at all.

One was the young mistress of the manor, and the other was a poor farmer.

Father’s scolding and mother’s tears.

Fang Zuo was whipped by the Cohen family for Michaela Cohen.

Almost lost his life.

Michaela Cohen sadly touched the whip marks on Fang Zuo's back and ran back to her family to angrily scold her parents.

In the end, I couldn't win the argument with my parents.

He committed suicide for love by jumping into the river.

Fortunately, he was rescued by Fang Zuo.

under the moonlight.

The two snuggled together and decided to elope.

Fang Zuo's spiritual consciousness was coldly sensing everything nearby, and he felt that the plot was becoming more and more clichéd.

This thing that connects the two people's neurons controls the direction of their neurons.

But the plot may be due to reading too many old European and American novels.

And come up with some such plots.

Fortunately, it doesn’t watch those popular online dramas.

Otherwise, I would be disgusted to death by it in the plot.

Fang Zuo's spiritual sense looked around this [universe].

His Ashura body, which was over five meters long and had not yet been retracted, was lying together with the naked Michaela Cohen.

There is an invisible force field beneath them supporting them.

A strange vibration was transmitted between the two people.

Michaela Cohen's petite body of just 1 meters is compared with Fang Zuo next to her.

Poor little one.

A small face lay on Fang Zuo's open right palm.

As big as a red apple

Hesitation is going through everything in the neurons.

Her delicate face kept flushing.

Her red lips trembled slightly, and I didn't know what she was saying.

Tiny beads of sweat kept appearing on my body.

The entire space seems to be a round glass cover floating in the universe.

Various planets in the distance on the left half are clearly visible.

It seems to be right in front of me.

From time to time, huge meteorites pass by.

The right side is much more interesting.

Like the surveillance end of hundreds of camera lenses.

The images on each monitor are constantly changing.

There are both Western magic shots and various other species using messy magic.

There are also classic fairy-tale scenes, where monks are riding their magic weapons and rushing towards the trial site.

Or it could be a dynasty struggle for supremacy in some ancient era, with chaos and war.

There are also modern cities with bustling traffic, as if they are a projection of the current earth.

Until Fang Zuo discovered that there were several worlds he was familiar with in these shots.

The Kingdom of God in Shintoism and the Kingdom of God in Catholicism.

Protestantism is also included.

It dawned on him.

Each shot here is an independent little world belonging to the Earth's subspace.

This magical space where I am in can actually give me a glimpse of all the small worlds opened up on the earth.

The only thing missing was the body of the creature with the cold mechanical voice.

There are no instruments or items to be seen here.

When Fang Zuo wanted to expand his spiritual awareness.

An invisible force blocked his consciousness.

Fortunately, Fang Zuo could feel that he had broken free from the constraints of the North American Heavenly Dao.

My body is slowly recovering.

And now inside the neurons.

The subsequent plot was just as Fang Zuo had expected.

Fang Zuo and Michaela Cohen elope from the estate.

Michaela Cohen traded her only jewelry for two tickets to Europe.

A few years later.

Fang Zuo achieved success in Italy and returned to his North American estate with Michaela Cohen.

And successfully resolved the crisis of Michaela Cohen's family.

Saved Michaela Cohen's parents.

at last.

The family agreed to their marriage.

Michaela Cohen has grown to her current age at this moment.

She got out of a vintage car in her white wedding dress.

Rushing towards Fang Zuo happily.

The two held a wedding.

Next.

Neuronal signaling is interrupted.

Michaela Cohen's beautiful eyes slowly opened.

She saw her naked body and quickly covered her chest with her hands.

She clamped her legs tightly together and sat up with her body bent.

She looked at the huge body of Fang Zuo next to her, with a complicated look in her eyes.

Now my feelings for this man couldn't be more genuine.

The moment I opened my eyes and saw Fang Zuo.

I seemed to see my lover, with whom I had been entangled in life and death, meeting again.

She slowly stretched her body and extended her small hands sideways.

She grabbed Fang Zuo's huge hand and rubbed it on her face.

Everything that I experienced with this man is still vivid in my mind.

It seems like it happened just yesterday.

It merges with my own memories, making it both real and blurry.

Michaela Cohen frowned, trying to tell herself that these were just neurons playing tricks on her.

None of it is real.

But her body contradicted her thoughts.

Love everything about this man.

I like the rough lines on his big hands, which wipe away countless sad tears from my eyes.

I like his lips slowly licking away the sweat on my body.

I like the feeling of being hugged tightly by a broad embrace when I am sick.

The legs that I loved supported the ground with all my strength, and I ran quickly with my critically ill self on my back.

Everything is the same.

Nothing has changed.

Except that the body is much bigger.

Michaela Cohen glanced over.

Swallowed.

"Can you accept him now?" The mechanical and cold voice continued to sound.

Michaela Cohen wanted to keep a straight face and shake her head.

But he saw that he was still holding Fang Zuo's big hands with both hands and still refused to let go.

Her face flushed. She wanted to deny it, but the words that came out of her mouth turned into: "Is he okay? Is he okay?"

After finishing speaking.

Michaela Cohen realized what she had said.
Surprised and shy.

"The thing I find most incomprehensible about this great planet [Recursive Prototype Universe] is that it allows creatures to evolve such useless love." The mechanical and cold voice said:
"I've observed this planet for a long time and discovered that not only is this true on the main plane, but the other projected smaller planes are also like this. These rubbish emotions permeate all planes."

"I don't understand why a planet that can give birth to and evolve several super-conscious universal law entities would also evolve love, something that is of no help to evolution."

"In my opinion, the only function of what you call love is to promote mating, produce pleasure, and reproduce offspring."

The voice paused and then said, "Now that you've experienced everything in the neurons, you should no longer have any psychological burden."

Michaela Cohen still held Fang Zuo's big hands with both hands and glanced at Fang Zuo quietly.

There was neither a nod nor a shake of the head.

Sitting in silence.

"No objection means agreement." The cold voice continued mechanically, "This is also something I learned from your main plane: hypocrisy."

"You clearly agreed, yet you still act like this."

“This greatly hinders communication efficiency.”

"Now, it's time for you to take action. Hurry, climb up."

Michaela Cohen was stunned.

His hands loosened.

"Clap."

Fang Zuo's big hand, which was holding the thing, dropped it.

It made a sound when it hit the force field under the two people.

She quickly looked at Fang Zuo's big hand with a distressed look, and after massaging it slightly, she raised her head and asked, "Why are you still doing that here?"

Michaela Cohen's face flushed red. "Didn't we already do that in Neuron?"

"That's just what happens in your neurons. You love him very much now, but can you guarantee that he loves you the same way?" the mechanical voice asked coldly.
"The dark matter energy resonance core is so important, there can't be any mistakes. This evolver is very powerful, and I'm seriously lacking energy right now."

"I've calculated that with my current energy, the chance of imprisoning him forever is less than one percent."

"You must strengthen your relationship with him. Only by actually mating with him, or even having his child, can your relationship become more solid."

"Only then can we retrieve the dark matter energy resonance core and repair everything."

"No, no, I can't do it." Michaela Cohen lowered her head, unconsciously holding Fang Zuo's big hands tightly, and kept shaking her head.

"What hypocritical creatures! I really don't understand why you evolved such useless emotions?" The cold voice said with a hint of emotion.

"After I said mating, your heartbeat was thirty percent faster than usual, and your hormones were forty percent higher than usual."

"Your body is ready for this, but you are still hypocritically refusing."

"This kind of ineffective ditch has no meaning."

"Please act immediately, otherwise I will take measures to make you complete it passively."

Michaela Cohen shuddered. "But how can I possibly complete this with his body?"

"Based on the data analysis of your biological body, it is completely possible." The mechanical voice replied: "If you need it during the process, I can use equipment to help you complete it."

"No, I can do it myself." Michaela Cohen bit her lower lip and quickly rejected it.

I wonder what shameful things this emotionless guy will do next.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, Michaela Cohen leaned forward and gently kissed the man's cold lips.

Then he placed his hands on the chest, which had the same touch, raised his body, and turned his head to look down.

His face was pale.

Is this really okay?

She gritted her teeth.

And now in North America.

It's become a mess.

In the extremely luxurious offices of the Federal Reserve.

Surprisingly, no one talked about financial issues.

Because the three Anglo-Saxon consortium representatives were not present.

There are only four Jewish families in power.

The old man wearing a Jewish hat sitting in the first seat.

The head of the Rothschild family.

Jacob Rothschild.

He said in a deep voice: "Miss Michaela hasn't replied yet?"

Demi Blackrock stood obediently by and shook her head.

"Is all the energy used up?" Jacob Rothschild asked again.

"Yes." Demi Blackrock nodded. "The last report I heard was that the energy reserves have reached the warning level again."

"I'm not sure if we can get the relic this time. We've invested a lot over the years," said the second elder, the head of the Warburg family. "If we still can't succeed, the loss will be too great."

"Decades of savings were wiped out in one go."

"This is all the fault of those traitors," said the third old man. "Otherwise, we in Judaism have enough believers and wouldn't need this."

"Well, when the Jews become the masters of this planet, there will always be a time to settle accounts with them, including those invaders in their divine kingdom." Jacob Rothschild said in a deep voice:
"How are the research labs in other countries around the world? Haven't they developed any new materials yet?"

Demi Blackrock shook her head. "Many materials don't even exist on our planet. We have absolutely no way of breaking through the bottleneck right now."

"Invest more money in them," Jacob Rothschild sighed. "Until we make breakthroughs in the materials used on this planet, we'll never be able to utilize technologies that far surpass those of this civilization."

And in the Protestant cathedral.

The Archbishop said coldly: "Are you saying that the divine array and Fran Scott are both dead?"

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty." A state bishop kneeling below was trembling with fear.

"You mean he died with just one blow from this man?" The archbishop looked at the projection in disbelief.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed the third Protestant man at all. He died at the first sight.

"Who is this man?" The archbishop raised his jeweled scepter and pointed at the blurry-faced man in the projection.

"No, I don't know."

"If you don't know anything, then why did you come back? Why are you the only one who survived?" The Archbishop said coldly, "A useless fellow like you should return to the Kingdom of God and become a dispensable citizen instead of kneeling here."

"Oh, Archbishop, spare my life." Before the state bishop could finish his words, the jeweled scepter had already smashed down.

He only saw his own turbid red and white splashing out.

Then everything went black and I lost consciousness.

"Where is Saint Momoki Kanonai?" the archbishop suddenly asked.

"She said she was going to Disneyland in Los Angeles for some fun." The nun next to her stepped forward and said respectfully.

The archbishop frowned.

Now that this Holy Temple has arrived, he should normally have wiped out all of Momoki Kanonna's emotions.

Why are so many still retained?

But the archbishop immediately gave up this question.

This is of course a good thing.

As an archbishop, he feared the most that this saint, who held the status of a holy woman in the Kingdom of God, would come and take away his power.
Since Momoki Kanonna likes to play, then let's have fun.
It’s best to keep playing like this.

And Momoki Kanonai was sitting in the Protestant private plane.

Fly to Los Angeles.

It wasn't for Disney.

Not long ago.

She heard the news of the loss at Los Angeles Beach.

Then she saw a familiar figure floating in the air in the video sent back.

This made Momoki Kanonna so excited that she almost shouted out.

My man really came across the ocean to find me.

She couldn't hide the joy on her little face.

As for the power in the hands of the archbishop.

She wants to.

But there's no rush.

Dr. Blair from the National Security Agency was even more anxious than himself.

If he fails.

Then it's your turn.

Momoki Kanonai slowly raised her little hand.

The manicure just done above.

The nail art is also inlaid with rhinestones.

A particle light blade slowly emerged on the back of the hand.

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Tokyo.

"Sister, don't you want to go to bed early?" Mei Shiraishi came out yawning in her black nightgown.

Seeing Shiraishi Nagimitsu still sorting out materials so late at night.

"Go to sleep. There are a lot of things to do in Congress starting tomorrow." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head.

"Is it something targeting the Aso family?"

"More than that." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head.

At this moment, a figure flashed outside the window.

Ma Feihui stood at the door.

"Why did you come back just now?" said Mei Shiraishi.

"I've been back for a long time. Councillor Shiraishi asked me to stay in the main office to do some work." Makie came over with a briefcase and placed it next to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"This is the information you asked me to find about the Japan Agricultural Association."

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked it up, took out a document from it and looked at it carefully.

As he looked around, he asked, "How's the price of rice in Osaka?"

"I went to several supermarkets and saw that, like everywhere in Japan, prices are still rising like crazy. The average price of a five-kilogram bag of rice has risen to nearly 4 yen," said Makiie.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at the document.

The bottom of the document clearly has the BlackRock Group watermark.

----

Kyoto.

Mount Atago.

The great Tengu Atagoyama Tarobo was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in front of the Buddha statue with his eyes closed.

Playing with Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Sir, when did we cooperate with the Jewish consortium? How come I didn't know about this?" said the beautiful woman sitting on the left, who was icy cold all over.

"You don't need to know. This is a decision made by the adults." The Aobozu on the right said in a deep voice, "Now you should worry about who that mysterious figure in Tokyo is."

"There are quite a few descendants of the Snow Clan living at the foot of Mount Fuji."

"That guy has now slaughtered all the Tokyo demons."

"If it weren't for him, the sewer laboratory wouldn't have been exposed."

And now it's west of Tokyo.

Zhang Yingxian kicked an old man's head off.

He happily collected the demon pill.

Pick up the compass and look at it carefully.

"Alright, there's only one big demon left in all of Tokyo." Zhang Yingxian walked out of the apartment door, hailed a taxi, gestured for a while, and took out a translator: "Go to Tokyo Bay."

He stared at the taxi meter in surprise: "How much? 660 yen starting fare?"

"Fuck you, let me calculate how much."

Then a terrifying roar erupted from the taxi: "The starting price is over 40 yuan, why don't you Japanese just go and rob it, damn it!"

Ayaka Kawakita and the cat-girl sisters who were in Tokyo Bay had no idea that Zhang Yingxian was heading towards them.

In this moment in space.

Fang Zuo felt Michaela Cohen lying on top of him, her face as pale as a sheet of paper.

The small body was shaking uncontrollably.

And his realm is gradually recovering.

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(End of this chapter)