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Shinano was lying on her side on the sofa, reading a novel in her hand, wrapped only in a bathrobe, with her silver hair draped over her shoulders, and her snow-white bare feet sticking out of the bathrobe, casually resting on the sofa.

"Is this enough?"

"At least I feel good about it. That white T-shirt is made of pure cotton and is very comfortable on my shoulders."

Wuming didn't look back, but just changed into a white T-shirt, orange trousers and plain glasses in front of the mirror as he was told.

“How plain.”

Novel No. 80㈠⑨

The suspected alcoholic drink has been abandoned for a long time

Novel No.0⑤○①⑧九０９

He said to himself.

Shinano said nothing, her bare feet wiggling up and down, her big furry tail helping to turn the pages of the book. Just like her appearance, this fox beauty would not take action unless she could.

Wuming leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"see you later."

"Ah."

As the footsteps left, the door of the suite opened and closed, and the only sound in the room was the rustling of pages turning.

"I want a date, too."

The fox beauty puffed up her cheeks, covered her face with the novel, and turned away sullenly.

Outside the hotel, Wuming was half leaning against the wall, waiting for his ghost beauty.

Soon, with the sound of crisp little leather boots tapping, Noshiro came to Wuming with light steps, carrying a small bag in her hand.

"You can go now, husband."

"Well, it seems my wait was not in vain. You are more beautiful today than ever before."

She changed into a black knee-length gauze skirt, translucent black stockings on her thighs, and brown British-style student leather shoes. Her demon horns disappeared quietly, and her long sword was put into her ship uniform. She was like a pure and quiet lotus, blooming on her own.

The ghost girl's lips curled up, but she suppressed her joy, silently stretched out her hand, and turned her head away from him.

"Don't worry, we'll catch you."

Wuming stretched out his hand, held it tightly, and led her towards a bookstore.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and those who occasionally appeared were in a hurry, forming a sharp contrast with the two people who were strolling leisurely.

"Maybe I won't be able to eat any delicious snacks today?"

"It does not matter."

"There probably won't be any busy streets!"

"You are enough."

"Really? If you say that, it will encourage me to get on the ship first and buy the ticket later."

Noshiro tilted her head slightly and said softly, "Husband, you don't need to rely on that kind of thing to confirm your feelings."

"Yeah, so I'm trying to change it, but didn't you come over last night?"

"That's different. I don't want to lose to Shinano-senpai."

The girl's eyes sparkled, without any cloud in them.

"It's not because I want to do something shameful with my husband, but I want him to know that I don't regret becoming your wife. In fact, everyone thinks so. For us, feeling love is more exciting than physical desire."

Wuming whispered: "Then I still need to keep working hard."

"That's right, the first step is to start with this date."

Chapter 148 re: Human Actions

The bookstore barely opened half of its door. After the owner learned of their request to have a date here, his frown slowly relaxed. He opened the door completely and also opened the windows, bringing some warmth back to the bookstore that had been hastily closed yesterday.

The fact that this store can be found in the travel guide is certainly a good thing.

Outside the store, from the base of the wall to the eaves, there are neatly trimmed green plants planted, which looks very fresh in the turbid metropolis. The color scheme inside the bookstore is also warm. Flower bud-shaped lights hang down from above, flashing bright but not dazzling light. The bookshelves are also arranged according to rainbow colors, creating a youthful atmosphere that is different from a formal library.

In the past, this place was crowded with young people punching in, which annoyed the boss very much. But today, for a whole half day, the streets were filled with people hurrying around with troubled expressions, making the rainbow in the house no longer bright. He wanted to go back first, but found that there were actually young people willing to come over for a date, which made this stern-looking middle-aged man feel a little comforted.

Finally, after slightly warning not to make big news here, he turned around slowly and put an old record on the old record player. Then he put on his glasses, and as usual, he sat behind the front desk, holding a thick old book and flipping through it silently.

"Pfft, the boss thought the husband would want to do something."

Noshiro picked up a collection of poetry and sat down next to Mumei, laughing softly.

Wuming took out a popular light novel of the reincarnation type from the light novel bookshelf to see what good works the predecessors had.

"It's Noshiro after all. Who wouldn't want something to happen with the cute Noshiro?"

"Here we go again, husband. Is it true that boys only think about this kind of thing?"

Noshiro said with dissatisfaction, her face flushed.

"Probably not. I'm the type who is insecure. Of course, lust is also a part of it. I think if we want to be together forever, kissing is a must. It's also the middle of love. Well, you can understand that kissing is a process. I just want to skip the process and continue to develop feelings in a place other than desire."

Wuming closed the light novel, put it back on the bookshelf, and looked for another one. This one was too cliché and there was nothing special about it except the illustrations.

"Eh? It feels very cunning. My ideal relationship development must go from unfamiliar to familiar, then confession, and then go to school together, go home together, go on dates on weekends, drink milk tea, and go to the amusement park, until the relationship is strong enough, then take the last step."

Noshiro turned a page slowly and spoke softly.

"Yes, but how should I put it? Men still pay more attention to appearance, and they also have a sense of crisis. They feel that if they don't eat such a good woman, they will be in danger of losing her."

Wuming opened a new novel and spoke slowly.

"I don't understand. I've never thought my husband is not good enough."

Noshiro's profile was illuminated by the flickering lights, as if her whole body was glowing, and her eyes were staring at Wuming without blinking.

"If my husband still feels uneasy, I will say it again, not a hundred times."

Her voice was a little shy, but her eyes were unflinching.

"I love you."

Wuming looked at her in a daze, and the novel in his hand fell to the ground.

This stubborn feeling made him feel happy and ashamed, and for a moment he was at a loss.

Noshiro chuckled and said, "Husband, you are easier to conquer than I thought."

"Ah, is that so? It's just that I'm not a very skilled guy with women, so I can't help being beaten by Noshiro's attack and unable to fight back."

He took a deep breath and shouted, "I love Noshiro the most!!!"

"Eh eh eh?"

Noshiro's face gradually turned red, and then she opened her mouth slightly and stammered, "Stupid husband, don't be so loud."

"That's right, little brat, be quiet!"

The bookstore owner also shouted across the bookshelf: "Besides, men should not just talk, show me some performance!"

"Performance?"

Wuming tilted his head.

"Kiss me, you idiot!"

The boss roared.

"Eh eh eh?"

Noshiro showed a cute expression, and then Wuming nodded in sudden realization, gently cupped her cheek and slowly kissed her.

The boss couldn't hear the two's voices anymore, so he shook his head with a nostalgic look.

He once had a proprietress whom he could invite over, but in the end, he did not confess his feelings because he was timid. Now it is too late to regret. This bookstore has become one of the city's business cards because of such a strange boss with a bad temper who is willing to match couples.

He muttered quietly: "Don't treat this place as a hotel again, hey, these young people..."

Shaking his head, the boss slowly walked out of the bookstore, staring in a certain direction for a long time.

At this time, there are also people who are distracted like the boss.

"Absurd, so ridiculous!"

In the luxurious conference room, a fat man with a ferocious face was roaring in an angry tone.

"Light novels? Animation? The country spends tax money, and the result is to support useless things like you?"

The participants may be hesitant to speak, or remain silent, or more often just watch coldly.

"Why don't you say it's some kind of sly ghost or great tengu that's taking revenge on us? Do you think people will believe this explanation?"

The roar echoed in the conference room for a long time before a weak voice said, "I heard from those people that it was a fox with nine tails, wasn't it?"

"Ha, great. Then who can tell me where the legendary Onmyoji is?"

The man's roar silenced everyone.

"In other words, who can calm the people's grievances? Every day Tokyo is shut down, the losses are hundreds of billions or even trillions. This is much more serious than when you occasionally act dishonestly. Everyone, don't just look at me like this. You don't think anyone can escape when the reckoning begins, do you? Now, immediately, get moving, come up with ideas, or arrange for people to investigate. Don't wait until all strategies have been exhausted and then curse me with resentment."

He spoke word by word, and the madness in his tone made everyone change color.

"Kikuchihara, Kikuchihara Aki, she has already contacted those people, so she should have some news. Your Excellency, we are not sitting here without any help. Everyone here is willing to stay in Tokyo instead of running away. You are much better than those people, right?"

All the participants were silent and a large number of seats in the conference room were left empty, which was enough to prove that what he said was true. However, such high-sounding words were truly disgusting.

After all, everyone stayed here because they were too deeply involved with this land, and no one could avoid yesterday's nightmare.

"Click."

The door of the conference room opened, and a mature woman wearing glasses walked in calmly.

"Perhaps I can help you understand this."

Her eyes were bloodshot, but she was still in good spirits.

"By the way, I also brought the evidence you need."

The next moment, a deep blue magic circle unfolded in the conference room!

Chapter 149 re: Special Attack

A high school student dropped a beautiful 2D girl from his tablet, and brought another one home at night. The next day, he fought with a magical girl and saw the villain's doomsday speech up close...

Aki Kikuchihara calmly recounted the experience of Mizushino Souta. Among the people present, there were also parents who had watched similar animations with their children, and they all had strange expressions when they heard this.

This is really too much of an expansion.

"The magic circle just now was the power of Miss Meteora Esterleich. By the way, the thefts at the armory during this period were also caused by this lady's power."

Among the participants, several men had strange expressions on their faces.

The case of stolen arms had been settled long ago, and a few unlucky guys were sent out to appease the anger of the military. Unexpectedly, those guys were just playing with their subordinates and oppressing innocent people, and they were not rotten enough to sell arms. It seems that they are still promising and can be fished out if there is a chance.

Following Kikuchihara Aki were Meteora and Mizushino Souta, while the others were still waiting outside. After all, the leaders still needed a sense of security.

"I'm sorry, my Lords. As a spellcaster, I am not good at offensive spells, so I have no choice but to borrow your weapons temporarily."

The young sage admitted her mistake sincerely, completely unlike the arrogant demeanor of the wizards in fantasy novels.

This made the officials put their worries to rest.

After all, even if there is no similar precedent, in the super-power movies made by Americans, we often see stories about people with super-powers who call themselves gods and look down on ordinary humans.

"Ah, none of this matters, Miss Estreich. Since these weapons are used to deal with evil people who attempt to disrupt world order, then they have not deviated from their original purpose."

The fat man who was furious just now now smiled honestly and said in a gentle tone: "I have seen your abilities and I generally believe the whole story. But, can you deal with the one from yesterday?"

When he mentioned yesterday, his smile was a little stiff.

In the illusion, even in the so-called first gear, all real objects were transformed into wriggling monsters. It was not something that a middle-aged man like him, who was lazy and whose only regular exercise was playing golf in a convertible, could handle.

He struggled desperately, and then saw himself sinking into a pool of flesh and blood, swallowed up by the imaginary world. In the face of this supernatural disaster, power and wealth could not give him any sense of security.

"I'm sorry, but I'm also one of the parties involved. If that person hadn't intended to cause too much killing, we, who were at the core, might not have been able to see you."

The young sage said this in a flat tone.