Rebirth in Tokyo, the beginning let me pursue Yako Busujima

Watching Isayama Ming drift away, Li Mo lifted the magic spell on his body and returned to his appearance in this life.

Although this time I have observed with my spiritual sense that the effect of the imprint of the soul is very good, Isayama Mei is very loyal, but he is in a hurry to find Bujima Yako, and I don’t have so much time to explain it to Isayama Mei, and wait for the next meeting It's not too late to talk about it.

Li Mo took out the red gourd, untied the bag, and the red gourd returned from an ornament to its own size against the wind, the mouth of the pot opened automatically, and with a little force, all the killing stones in the pocket were sucked into the bottle.

"It's unpalatable."

The red gourd conveyed his opinion, then replied to the size of the decoration, and slowly flew to Li Mo's hand, asking him to hang himself up.

Li Mo frowned slightly. Indeed, just now he glanced at the killing stone that Isayama Mei gave him. It was full of muddy feeling. It's leftovers.

And Isayama Mei, who has been affected by the imprint of the soul, will definitely not fool him with defective products. If this is the killing stone under normal circumstances, that is the explanation.

"There is a problem with the killing stone in the hands of Santuhe and Hong." Li Mo narrowed his eyes. It is best to get the killing stone from that guy. The red gourd that was passed down. ....

Forget it, don't think so much.Li Mo shook his head slightly, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and after exactly 10 minutes, he went down the mountain to find Yazi Dudao.

Anyway, even with these low-quality killing stones, the red gourd should recover after a few more visits.

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In the hotel, Poshima Yako, who had already greeted the manager, was sitting on the sofa while browsing the forum with her mobile phone, while waiting for Li Mo.Suddenly, there was a loud noise that made Busushima Yako raise her head.

"dang, dang, dang"

More than 30 tattooed Jidao elements swarmed in, holding machetes or iron bars in their hands, knocking down the security guards at the two gates who wanted to block them, and kicking them up with a smile. The leader was wearing a jacket, and arrogantly hit the marble floor with an iron rod.

"The ghost hand group is doing business, and the idlers are waiting to get out."

The crowd, who were afraid of getting into trouble, ran out in a panic.

"Are they the ghost hand group that has been expanding rapidly around recently?"

"It must be them, only they would be so arrogant."

"Really, what are the police departments in Kyoto doing? How can this kind of extreme... woohoo" a girl in a white coat said angrily, and the boyfriend next to her hurriedly covered her lips Mouth, whispered in her ear.

"My aunt, please don't say a few words, we can wait until we go out and call the police!"

The leader of this group of Yakuza organizations is called Ishii Ryuji, looking at the quickly emptied hotel lobby, he showed a satisfied smile.

The manager of the hotel came out of the backstage angrily with the remaining dozen or so security guards, "Bastard, what do you want to do, do you know that this store is owned by the Budao family? Are you looking for death?"

The hotel manager is in his 30s, wearing a standard workplace suit. Although he has an ordinary face, he has an excellent figure. His long legs wrapped in 15D black silk reveal a slight flesh color, and he is full of success. * Human charm.

"Bujima family, what is that? Where's the Yakuza organization?" Ishii Ryuji turned his head to look at the staff member on his right hand. The group of ghost hands dressed like a group of punks is out of place.

Ishii Ryuji is very complacent now, he feels that he is the protagonist in the novel, sooner or later he will be able to unify Sakura and conquer the world.

He was originally just a gangster in the village, sneaking around every day, and reading a few extreme novels from many years ago to get by. , lying drunk on the lap of a beauty, awake and in charge of the world.

Originally, Ishii Ryuji's life was going to be so ordinary, but unfortunately, he got addicted to gambling and lost all his money. In order to pay off the gambling debt, he had to sell all the assets in the seller.

Just when Ryuji Ishii was rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he suddenly found a blood-red gem the size of a goose egg in his backyard. He was still wondering if it was a gem passed down from his family before, and planned to go to the gem shop to see how much it was worth. , so that I can gamble again, turn over and make a fortune.

Unexpectedly, the moment he got the gem, a small thorn suddenly grew on the blood-red gem, which directly pricked his hand and bleed, penetrated into the blood-red gem, and Ryuji Ishii passed out immediately.

Ryuji Ishii was so scared when he woke up, he thought someone had AIDS and came here to trick him.But suddenly he found that there was more knowledge in his mind, as long as he touched this blood-red gem, he could control an ancient warrior-like shikigami.

And he found that normal people couldn't see this ghost at all, so he relied on this shikigami to kill all the usurers who came to him to collect debts, and gathered a large number of gangsters who were at the same bottom of society as him to form a A polar organization, that is, the ghost hand group.

Using ghosts to attack, well, it's easy to understand, forgive Ishii Ryuji, he really has no culture.

Then, he used this shikigami to smooth out all the surrounding polar organizations, making the ghost hand form the largest polar organization in the entire capital.

This extremely smooth process made Ishii Ryuji even more inflated. He felt that he was the chosen one, and he would soon become the biggest behind-the-scenes man in the entire cherry blossoms.

Well, he didn't even think about why Kyoto's goku is so weak.

Chapter 86 Shot

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However, when Ryuji Ishii regained all the surrounding Yakuza organizations, he discovered a very real problem, they had no money.

Well, don't think that Sakura's days are going to be easy. Since Sakura passed the "Violent Group Countermeasures Act", all the prefectures and counties of Sakura have promulgated relevant regulations. The promulgation and implementation of these laws and regulations has made the Japan is isolated from the outside world, and most people dare not want to associate with it.

Therefore, except for those Jidao organizations that have been washed ashore and formed a consortium, most of the Jidao are now living a miserable life, and can only do some sneaky things in those dark and dark places. It was a tight time.

But Ryuji Ishii didn't know, he didn't go to school for a few years, he thought that gokudo was the same as what he saw in the novel, living the days of the 60s and [-]s of the last century.

After he worked so hard to accept these extreme inheritances, well, he had no money at all.

So, in order to live a better life, Ryuji Ishii brought his core group out, preparing to collect protection fees like the Yakuza organization in the last century. The first goal was this hotel with the largest annex.

The staff next to him had a bitter face, and hurried to Ishii Ryuji's side, and whispered: "Master Ishii, the Busushima family is not a Yakuza organization, they are a famous kendo family in Sakura, and they have opened many sword gyms in Sakura. It’s not easy to mess with, or we’d better go back.”

The staff has some knowledge, he has been in the capital for many years, and he knows who is the local emperor in the capital area.

"It's not easy to mess with, is it easy to mess with our ghost hand group? It's just a bunch of stinky swordsmen. If you dare to mess with me, I'll kill them. Seeing how timid you are, go back and stand there!" , go back and clean you up."

Ishii Ryuji was very dissatisfied with this staff member. If it weren't for the people around him who hadn't studied for a few years like him, he wouldn't have accepted this staff member from the defeated Yakuza organization. It was too daring small.

"Yes, yes." The staff member wiped the cold sweat off his head, and retreated helplessly into the crowd. He had seen it all. He tried it. This person really didn't listen to persuasion. He didn't surrender no matter what he said, he felt that sooner or later he would be killed by this ignorant guy like Ishii Ryuji.

I hope that the members of the Poison Island family will not be like this idiot, doing something like killing everyone, the staff sighed slightly in their hearts, after all, it is better to live than to die!Anyway, when the time comes, he will definitely be the first to surrender.

"I can't pretend I didn't hear you when you said that about the Budao family!" Budao Yazi walked between the two groups of people with a wooden sword in hand.

"I'm sorry, miss, this happened to you." The manager of the hotel saw Bushima Yako come out, and quickly bowed and apologized.

At the same time, the hotel manager also heaved a sigh of relief. After all, she was so desperate that she would die. There was a group of desperate people in front of her. If a fight really broke out, the dozen or so security guards behind would really not give her a sense of security. It would be much better if she came forward, she knew the strength of the kendo family members of the Budao family. ....

Yako Bushima waved her hand slightly, "It's okay, I don't blame you, who would have thought that such a thing would happen now?"

She really didn't expect that in what age this is, there is such an arrogant Jidao organization, and it is still in the private plot of their Budao family in Kyoto. Nowadays, the relatively large Jidao organizations basically have financial groups or some families behind them Support behind.

But they should all know that this place in Kyoto belongs to their Busujima family, and no one dares to reach in. They are originally a violent institution that runs a kendo gym, so naturally there is no need to raise Jidao to help them deal with things that require the use of force.

But after all, although the life of the jiudao is relatively difficult, it has been integrated with Sakura's daily life after all, so there are still a few small non-governmental organizations in the capital. them.

But this ghost hand group is obviously different.

"It seems that we need to clean it up." Bujima Yako thought in her heart.

Ishii Ryuji looked at Bujima Yako who was walking in the middle, his eyeballs almost fell off. He didn't expect there to be such a beautiful woman in the world. Compared with Bujima Yako, the ones he was looking for these days Miss, you are completely vulgar and vulgar.

"Are you from the Poison Island family? That's easy to solve. How about you become my wife and dedicate this hotel to me. When I become the emperor, I will make you my queen." ,How about it?"

Ishii Ryuji looked at the bumpy body of Bujima Yako with a sinister expression, and seductively proposed what he thought was a very generous condition.

"Hey, Boss Ishii, when you get tired of playing, let your brother play too. I haven't seen such a beautiful woman before." Saga, who was standing on Ishii Ryuji's left hand, also said lustfully.

"Haha, no problem Saga, when the time comes, everyone will have a share."

Part of Sakura is very happy to share her wife, and Ryuji Ishii is obviously the same kind of person. This wave, this wave can only be said that art comes from life.

"Okay, then thank you, big brother?" Saga said with a smile on his face, and was about to come over and reach out to catch Bujima Yako.

"Thank you, brother." N.

"It's over." The staff member felt that his future was gloomy.

"Looking for death." Bushima Yako turned cold. She wanted to set the tone at first, to see if that short-sighted guy wanted to reach out to Kyoto, but now, she was a little angry.

Yako Busushima slashed out with a sword as fast as lightning, hitting Saga's arm.Hearing a thud, Saga's arm broke, and he glanced aside softly.

"Ah, come on, fuck this dead bitch." Saga wailed while clutching her right hand.

Yako Busushima showed a bloodthirsty smile, advancing instead of retreating, with three consecutive sword strikes, breaking all the other three limbs of Saga, so that he could only cry bitterly in place, followed by a fierce kick Stepping in the middle, I heard the other party's desperate wailing.

Only then did Busushima Yako show a satisfied smile, and rushed into the crowd with a sword in hand.

Chapter 87 Rolling

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"Ah!" Saga, who was trampled in the middle by Bujima Yako's foot, had her eyes bulging. It can be said that those who saw it were sad, and those who heard it wept. She tilted her head and passed out from such pain.

The security guards next to the hotel manager trembled and took a step back subconsciously. It's really not their fault. Doesn't that man feel pain when he sees this scene?

"Manager, let's go, it won't be good if the eldest lady gets hurt again." The security captain standing next to the hotel manager recovered from his empathy as a man, and leaned into the hotel manager's ear and said.

The hotel manager glanced at the security guard next to him. He had a good heart, but it was completely unnecessary, "It's not necessary, you are going to hold back the eldest lady."

"How is it possible? Even if we are not as powerful as the eldest lady, at least we can help the eldest lady hold some people... huh?" The security captain was a little confused, but when he looked up, he couldn't help opening his mouth.

The sword in his hand swung out like lightning, and once the members of the ghost hand group who rushed up were rubbed against, there was a "snap" sound of broken bones.

Yako Busushima walked among the crowd as if she was strolling in the courtyard. The fierce attacks of the members of the ghost hand group around her couldn't touch her at all. On the contrary, Yako Busushima was able to hit her accurately like a wooden sword that she swung casually. The arm of a member of the ghost hand group.

And once you touch it, there will be a "pata" sound of bones breaking.The arms of the members of the ghost hand group who rushed forward suddenly bent wantonly like plasticine, and the members of the ghost hand group who were hit immediately lay on the ground with their arms in their arms, howling again and again.

It is completely different from novels and movies where you can continue to fight even if you are shot. In reality, unless your willpower is really strong to a certain extent, once you encounter an injury of this level, you will definitely fall to the ground and cannot get up of.

Obviously, these members of the ghost hand group will obviously not have people with this kind of perseverance.

But Yako Busushima was still not satisfied, and would often put another sword on the leg of each person who rushed up, making the opponent completely unable to get up.

In the crowd, Budao Yazi's face was flushed, with a bloodthirsty smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and he swung sword after sword. Every time the wooden sword fell on the fragile human body, and every time the bone cracked, Bu Dao Yazi The child's smile became more intense.

"Violence, how wonderful!" Bushima Yako's eyes blurred, her face became more and more rosy, although after meeting Li Mo, with Li Mo's help, she has been able to perfectly control the violent desire in her heart.

Even though Bujima Yako has already put Li Mo first in her heart, the daily life with Li Mo is the most important thing for her now.

But she is always her, the unique Goddess of Shura - Yako Busujima, her desire for violence will not disappear, it is only perfectly controlled by her.

Now, Yako Busushima has perfectly released her inner desire for violence. After all, she has no psychological burden at all in the face of this group of inhuman members of the Yakuza organization.

The security captain looked up and saw this scene.

In just ten seconds, the members of the ghost hand group who rushed up basically fell to the ground wailing, only a few who rushed slowly finally came to their senses at this time, threw away the weapons in their hands, and collapsed He ran back while rolling and crawling. ....

"No, don't kill me."

"Devil, this woman is a devil."

But how could they run past Dudao Yazi, Dudao Yazi's smile became more intense, and with a little force on his feet, he caught up with the fleeing people, swung the wooden sword in his hand, and the fleeing people immediately covered their wantonly bent legs Howling in pain.

Yako Busushima swung her wooden sword again, and broke the arms of several people. Well, she is such a fair person.

Now there is only one person left in front of Yako Busushima, the staff member who has been running back quietly since the beginning realized that something is wrong.

Seeing Bushima Yako holding a wooden sword, the staff showed a smile uglier than crying, raised his hands high, and showed a French salute, "I surrender."

Yako Busushima swung his sword and slapped the leg of the dog-like staff member, who immediately clutched his leg and wailed on the ground.

surrender?If surrender is useful, what else do the police have to do? When embarking on the path of no return, you should have the awareness to keep your head on your belt.

"It's okay, it's okay, my life is saved." The staff who was hurt by the tears and snot flying wantonly showed a difficult smile, "In the future, if anyone asks me to go to extremes, if I don't beat him to death, I will kill him." His surname is not Murakami. If my son wants to go to the pole in the future, I will break his leg first."

The dog-like staff member surnamed Murakami thought angrily in his heart.

"Damn bitch, you ruined Ishii's ambition to unify the cherry blossoms! I want you to die!" Ishii Ryuji, who fell on the ground, slightly overcame the pain in his body, and endured the broken arms and legs. Pain touched the blood-red gem in the left pocket with his remaining left hand.

Immediately, a shikigami dressed as an ancient warrior appeared beside Ryuji Ishii.

"Kill that bitch for me." Ryuji Ishii yelled in pain.

The ancient samurai's eyes flashed red, and he quickly rushed towards Poshima Yako.

There was a sneer of disdain on the corner of Poujima Yazi's mouth, "It's just a terracotta warrior, is this your trump card?"

"You...can you see my shikigami?" Hearing what Bujima Yako said, Ishii Ryuji opened his eyes wide, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, "Impossible, it must be this dead mother They're lying to me."

Ishii Ryuji hurriedly comforted himself from the bottom of his heart.

Du Dao Yazi didn't bother to pay attention to this frog at the bottom of the well, the true energy in his body surged, and the wooden sword in his hand was suddenly covered with a faint red light, and the sword swung out, flashing past the terracotta warrior's chest, the terracotta warrior instantly It disappeared into the lobby of the hotel like a bubble.

"No, it's impossible, it's not true." Ryuji Ishii was slightly sluggish, the blood-red gemstone in his hand lost its light instantly with the disappearance of the terracotta warriors, and shattered into several ordinary stones.He muttered in disbelief, isn't he the protagonist of the novel?Aren't you the Destiny Child of Unified Sakura?Why is this so?

Yako Busushima walked towards Ryuji Ishii with her wooden sword in hand. There were too many people just now, and she didn't take special care of the culprit.

"You...what are you going to do?" Ishii Ryuji looked at the approaching Bujima Yako, and wanted to crawl backwards, but with a slight movement, there was a pain in his right arm and right leg, and he could only stay where he was. He looked at Bushima Yako with terrified eyes.

Yako Busushima showed a bloodthirsty smile, "Isn't Saga your brother? Of course it's for the two of you to enjoy the same treatment!"

"Ah ah ah."

Yako Busushima swung the wooden sword in his hand and hit Ishii Ryuji's left arm. Ishii Ryuji's left arm suddenly bent to the left fiercely, and then stepped on his left leg again. Rolling upward bit by bit, Ishii Ryuji suddenly let out a shrill scream.

When Li Mo pushed the door and entered, what he saw was this scene. Dozens of people were lying on the ground, wailing everywhere, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.