Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

In his haste, Freudewish resumed his fierce stance.

Yoriko Ogasawara instinctively placed her hand under the knife. Although the other party was the creator of her body, she was like a parent to him.

Dana doesn't want to leave Yingzhou just like that; you're at an age where curiosity and adventurousness are at their peak.

"The gun cult is not dangerous; they are merely your experimental subjects, objects you must protect. Find your source, relocate your location and research equipment, and do so discreetly, understand?"

But you still harbor a very small amount of wariness towards that guy.

"Since we're going to spread the Gun Worship Cult in America, someone needs to be in charge. Why don't you go back and handle this matter?"

Jiu Ni opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to persuade the two.

He hesitated to speak, seemingly considering the nature of the shrine, but then refrained from saying it aloud.

Despite saying that, the Jingu subordinates did not make any move.

“It is because of your affection, my man. Even if he did not raise a knife against his sister, you would not have any intention of punishing him. After all, his life belongs to him, and he cannot do whatever he wants.”

After saying that, while waiting for the shrine's reaction, he suddenly increased the distance between the two of them.

The angry shouts of Freudwesh made Dana tremble uncontrollably.

"Your own safety is your bare minimum!"

"Your regressive research is not merely a special kind of secret realm exploration, but rather a dance with the shadow of death."

"Dana, what you just said was too direct."

Emotions can prevent us from having problems, and even if they lead us to success, it's still a hindrance.

Dana stood in front of the door, trembling, daring not to talk back again.

Before shouting a few angry words, Fuwaide Waishi seemed to be in a bad mood, so he sat down to calm the turmoil in his chest.

Wherever we went, shadows obscured everything else, leaving only a few of us in the entire space.

Before listening to Hisahi's worried words, Jingu had no interest in rubbing his chin.

With a calm and measured death sentence, Freuder lowered his eyes.

With ambiguous smiles, their faces rapidly drew closer, as if they were whispering sweet nothings to each other.

He pulled a USB drive from his sleeve and tossed it under the table.

"I originally came to try and persuade him to calm down, but it seems he's a very impatient customer."

"His attitude is too safe. We should have no fear of the unknown, Dana."

You are very interested in the Gun Worship Cult, and it is precisely because the matter is so boring that you came to the Shrine.

Ferdinand was not in a hurry; he quickly poured himself a cup of coffee before speaking.

Oda Nobunaga grinned and walked towards the group.

Beneath Freud, the majesty that had once writhed in the meat grinder of the battlefield erupted, angrily rebuking Hong Qin.

"That sounds really boring. Creating gods artificially is so uninteresting."

Friedrich smiled helplessly and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair.

Upon hearing this, Dana frowned.

"You've etched that matter, that principle, firmly onto the outside of his stupid little brain! You are scientists, behind-the-scenes personnel, Indiana Jones!"

He whispered heavily in the shrine's ear, "You made no attempt to hide the fact that you had instigated those people behind the scenes."

The plain white robe draped over her body completely concealed her form.

"Tonight's sniping was definitely an attempt by the other side to gather information. He's dead, completely, utterly dead!"

"You know why he's so fearless. He thinks your father has a lot of influence internationally, and even if you win, you can just give up some benefits and go back. He hasn't even considered that he might die."

After all, either scenario would be bad for the shrine.

"Foolish! He actually expects those monsters to follow the rules of human society?"

Dana nodded somewhat timidly before receiving permission from Freudewish to come in.

"You understand, teacher, and you will try your best to correct your mistakes."

The shrine chose to stand by and do nothing; or rather, to completely abandon the situation.

As Oda Nobunaga approached the shrine, a sweet, non-demonic scent emanated from beneath him.

Freud's tone gradually lowered, almost sounding like a reprimand.

Chapter 287 The Black Hands

Sow the seeds, water and fertilize them, and wait for them to grow and bear fruit.

Just like any ordinary farmer, waiting for the fruit to ripen is also a kind of pleasure.

Even if some of them fail to sprout, grow crooked, or rot, it doesn't matter.

Residing in the formless and intangible Paranirmitavasavartin heaven, seated cross-legged on the sea of ​​Mara, Mara does things no different from an ordinary farmer.

In the minuscule moments of each kalpa, quietly observe the seeds you have sown in the world grow, and find joy in this.

From this perspective, using the analogy of a farmer and seeds seems inappropriate.

But Mara is indeed doing something similar, guiding the stories of others in a more enjoyable direction during every moment filled with desire and suffering.

Because He is the Lord of the Paranirmitavasavartin, He exists in every moment of desire and takes it as His sustenance.

Generally speaking, Mara won't interfere too much, just cause minor disturbances. But if there's another diner present, things will be different.

"We're like-minded foodies. As long as we don't clash when it comes to appreciating good food, can't we dine together?"

"Hehehe, what's wrong? Are you panicking because it's the person he's been waiting for?"

In the blink of an eye, you arrive at the secret base of the Gun Cult.

"Don't say we're birds of a feather flock together, it's disgusting. We don't always get along, who knows, maybe next time we will."

"Oh no, they're going to work hard on that, but you still have to continue being an idol producer."

A strange smile hung on Shibahei's face. You could tell what the two of them were thinking, but it was clear that you wouldn't get what you wanted.

Jingu put on his sunglasses, and waiting for the two of you to say something more, he turned into an autumn breeze and left.

"You came to him just to give him some advice."

Yoriko Ogasawara and Hikaru Hisako exchanged a glance, and Hikaru Hisako sighed deeply.

There's nothing you can do about it; your supreme deity is a fun-loving person, and a diligent and benevolent one at that.

His vigilance was reduced, and he kept his hands inside, keeping a close eye on the darkness.

Only Shang Fuweideweixi remained, relying on coffee to stay awake while continuing to peruse the documents in his hands.

And just like a dream, the smoke gathered into wisps, tearing open the door to the realm of the extraordinary behind Freud's face.

"Although the wild boar that broke into the garden will nibble on the flowers, the wild boar meat is also delicious. In any case, he will definitely lose out."

For those of you who are still in the later stages, it's completely meaningless.

People like you or Jingu would definitely want to keep everything that happens in that country a secret from our ears and eyes.

"It's bad lately, Professor."

As Shiba Hei left, the eerie space dissipated, and he returned to the interrogation room.

That information is completely useless to you. It's like when he needs a walkthrough for a game, the other party gives him a walkthrough for the hidden boss before he can beat the game.

"Forget it, there's no use trying to persuade me. It's true that this matter needs to be resolved as soon as possible. Go and find someone else to see if there's any way to resolve this matter quickly."

Meanwhile, Zhi Song Mingjin, who had left that place, did not return to the eighth day.

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"Do you know which minor deity this is? That they would deign to come to your place."

Hidden in the shadows, Nobunaga could not clearly see who the other party was, but he knew that the other party was definitely a special person.

He instantly rolled up from under the bed and reached for his pillow.

However, if the number of people who can help is unlimited, it will definitely make Zhi Song Ming Jin feel that it's meaningless, and you will probably secretly interfere again.

In any case, even if you leave it unattended, the flowers that are meant to bloom will still bloom, and the flowers that are meant to wither will still wither. There is no faithful gardener who will diligently maintain everything.

Hisako and Yoriko Ogasawara listened intently. Was it for fun that they were giving you a hint to help you?

Before finishing his rant, Kudo Hikaru remembered that Shiba Taira's tombstone was located on Mount Oino and hadn't been destroyed by the shrine yet.

No one has left the meeting room yet.

From the noisy shadows of the room came the voice of Shibahei.

As Shiba Hirai gradually disappeared into the shadows, you suddenly seemed to remember something.

I exhaled a deep puff of smoke, and felt a slight haze in my cerebellum, a reminder that it was time to rest.

Tian Xinchang was lying on the floor, seemingly half asleep, lost in thought.

Shiba Hei smiled strangely and nodded.

Although the shrine did intervene, it was to prevent Kujo from using the shrine's name to seek help from others.

I really don't know if the real Oda Nobunaga was as alluring as her, or if he was replaced after impersonating Mara.

"By the way, as a friend who loves food, why don't you share some information with him?"

But why work so hard?

The interior light and the stark white darkness were sharply divided into two halves, and emerging from the cracked door was a blond man in a Western-style suit.

I didn't come to see why those two keep nagging me.

"You know, you know."

"Damn it! You think you can mess with me, huh? Just wait, I'll tear his grave down later!"

Regardless of how you look at it, Zhi Songmingjin has achieved her goal.

"Besides, you also said that you were in charge, but you were just too lazy to do it. You just let Lai Zi and the others handle it."