People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Momonogi Kana, wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, skipped down the stairs.

He looked at Fang Zuo, snorted, and jumped away.

The petite and cute look in her eyes made her look like almost two different people from last night.

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Tokyo Metropolitan Police Agency.

The atmosphere in the largest office was grim.

Takeda Taifu and Sakura Kurumi sat on one side.

On the other side sat two middle-aged men with serious faces and the beautiful woman from the spiritual sect in a red hip-hugging long skirt.

Yingkong Kurumi listened carefully to what the two middle-aged men said.

Cabinet Defense Minister Minoru Kihara and Naval Chief of Staff Yoshitaka Sakai.

This is the first time I see them.

This is also my first time attending such a high-level meeting.

"That's what happened this time," Defense Minister Minoru Kihara said. "This is the third Maritime Self-Defense Force ship to go missing."

"They were all near the Northern Four Islands. No alarm was sounded before the ship sank."

Takeda Taifu nodded and said, "Your Excellency, could it be that Russia or North Korea is behind this?"

Naval Chief of Staff Ryo Sakai said in a deep voice, "Impossible. The radar didn't detect anything, and salvage ships have been dispatched to those waters, but there's no sign of a sunken ship. What do you think, Mrs. Fukada Eimi?"

Naval Chief of Staff Ryo Sakai turned to look at the beautiful woman in the red dress and asked.

Fukada Eimi smiled and played with the ring on her finger. "If we eliminate any other factors, I think it is most likely the demon tribe or the ghost tribe of the four northern islands. I prefer the ghost tribe of the four northern islands."

"It's been so long. Perhaps the seal is starting to loosen."

Defense Minister Kihara Minoru looked a little grim: "If that's the case, the four northern islands are now under Russian rule, and we can't go up to check."

"If we can't do it openly, we can do it secretly, Mr. Takeda, don't you agree?" Fukada Eimi smiled charmingly: "This should be the action of your Exorcist Guard."

"Of course." Takeda Taifu nodded and said, "I will send a few capable subordinates to apply for tourist visas and visit the seals of the Northern Four Islands."

"Or, our Deputy Director Yingkong Kurumi can go there in person."

Sakura Kurumi was stunned and turned to look at Takeda Taifu.

Takeda Taifu did not meet her gaze, but looked across with a normal expression.

It was as if Sakura Kurumi didn't exist at all.

Cabinet Defense Minister Minoru Kihara and Navy Chief of Staff Ryo Sakai looked at each other.

"Then I'll leave it to you, the Exorcist Guard."

"Please proceed immediately."

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Fang Zuo came to Xincun Jing's apartment as agreed.

Ring the doorbell.

"Here I am." The cheerful voice of Akira Shinmura came over.

The door opens.

Shinmura Jing was standing inside the door wearing a dark hip skirt, greeting Fang Zuo with a smile.

She wore delicate makeup, a high ponytail, and a pair of pearl earrings.

"Mr. Fang Zuo, you are so punctual." Xincun Jing squatted down to help Fang Zuo take off his shoes.

This time I squatted sideways on purpose.

This allowed Fang Zuo to have a clear view of her buttocks.

The round and plump buttocks are wrapped in a hip-hugging skirt made of thin fabric.

You can see that the skirt was carefully selected.

The fabric is particularly silky and thin, tightly wrapped around the plump buttocks, fitting the curves like skin.

Fang Zuo noticed.

There was not even a trace of a thong's laces between the two plump buttocks and on both sides of the wide hips under the skirt.

There is only the smooth curve of the plump buttocks.

The full ones are particularly eye-catching.

this means.

Shinmura Jing wasn't even wearing any underwear.

When she changed Fang Zuo's shoes.

When he stood up, his elbow touched Fang Zuo's zipper intentionally or unintentionally.

"Come on, come and eat, Fang Zuojun, it's ready."

Akira Shinmura walked to the table and looked back charmingly.

The fat ass rested on the table.

Squeezing out two lumps of soft buttocks.

Appears abnormally enlarged.

Fang Zuo said calmly: "Eat? Or eat you? Teacher Shinmura Jing..."

Chapter 122 The Clash of Two Beautiful Women

"Ah? Fang Zuojun, I don't understand what you mean." Xincun Jing covered her mouth with her little hands, showing a surprised expression.

"Really? Didn't you do all those little tricks just to make me eat?"

"What are you talking about? It's obviously not happening." Shinmura Jing blushed shyly, but excitement flashed in her eyes.

Fang Zuo walked forward, grabbed Xincun Jing's ponytail with his left hand and pulled it up.

With the other hand, hold the plump buttocks with all your strength.

The years have left some shallow wrinkles on her neck, making her look more feminine.

A trembling sound came from Shinmura Akira's throat.

"Ah...wait, Fang Zuo-jun, I really didn't...I really didn't, you misunderstood me."

At the same time as he was pressing it, Shinmura Jing quickly let out a sigh of relief.

"No, this is not good, Fang Zuojun, you misunderstood me."

Shinmura Jing's eyes were muddy and her voice was wet and full of water.

"Really?" Fang Zuo pushed her against the wall and stood behind her: "Where are your clothes?"

"...Ah, no? I forgot to wear it. I'm sorry, Fang Zuojun. This is truly unforgivable. Please punish me."

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Ariake Arena in Tokyo.

Shenmuli was very excited in the arena.

Just now, she knocked her opponent to the ground with one punch.

Another point.

Promotion is a certainty.

Even if I lose to the last opponent left, my points are enough to advance.

"Are you Miss Kamiki Rei from Omihachiman?" A handsome young man in a black suit walked over.

Holding a samurai sword in his arms, his face was full of smiles.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Shen Muli looked at the young man warily.

Laughing like this is not a good thing.

"【Shinto-ryu】Tsukahara Morihi." The young man bowed slightly.

Shenmuli was in awe.

"So he's the descendant of the Tsukahara Sword Master."

"Yes." Tsukahara Morihi looked at the beauty in front of him with a smile.

A delicate little face with a little makeup.

I have been following her since she entered the game.

She was relaxed after the victory, with only one last insignificant game left.

Her long wavy hair, which was originally tied behind her head, has now been let down, and she is wearing black hollow hand guards on her hands.

A small green vest was also covered by the short skirt top.

She wore black silk stockings and long boots, and originally looked like an urban beauty, but after she came on stage, she looked extremely handsome.

I heard he's from a rural area like Omihachiman in Kansai.

I didn't expect that there would be beauties of this level in such a place.

"Is there anything wrong?" Shen Muli asked.

As the highest swordsmanship family in martial arts, Kamiki Rei maintains due respect for the Tsukahara Shinto-ryu Sword Saint Family.

Tsukahara Bokuden was one of the two great sword masters in Japanese history, and even another sword master, Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, was his apprentice.

Tsukahara Morihi smelled the body odor of the woman opposite him and the sweat after the game, and his body felt hot.

But he still smiled like a gentleman and said, "The next match is with my younger brother Tsukahara Shigeki. Miss Kamiki Rei's points are enough to enter the final of 16."

"Why don't you let my brother win the next match? I promise that if Miss Kamiki Rei agrees, you will be a friend of the Tsukahara family; you will have the friendship of the Tsukahara family."

Shen Muli frowned: "I really hope to have the friendship of the Tsukahara Kensei family, but this is a competition, Mr. Tsukahara Morihi."

“That’s cheating.”

"How can this be called cheating?" Tsukahara Morihi laughed heartily. "Miss Kamiki Rei was just trying to conserve her energy for the next match."

"This is a very normal and smart approach."

"It benefits both you and me, and it doesn't violate the rules of the competition. How can it be called cheating?"

Tsukahara Morihi smelled the charming scent of Kamiki Rei, which was slightly sweet, and his upper body couldn't help but lean forward slightly.

Seeing this, Kamiki Rei took a step back and thought about what Tsukahara Morihi said.

When Tsukahara Morihi saw Kamiki Rei retreat and remain silent, he sneered in his heart.

All women like to pretend to be asexual before going to bed.

Once you get this woman under you, she will be like any other woman, making you want to die under you.

"Miss Shenmu Li didn't say anything, so I will take it as a consent. The Tsukahara family will remember your kindness this time. Thank you for your cooperation."

Tsukahara Morihi smiled and turned away.

Tsukahara Shigeki looked anxiously at Tsukahara Morihi as he slowly walked towards him.

"Brother, did she agree?"

Tsukahara Morihi snorted coldly: "No."

"Ah?" Tsukahara Shigeki said dejectedly, "What should I do? Is this woman so ignorant?"

"If you had spent more time practicing swordsmanship instead of playing with women, or even learned a little bit of the [Secret Sword: Ichi-no-tachi], would it have come to this?" Tsukahara Morihi scolded.

"I'm sorry, brother." Tsukahara Shigeki lowered his head: "I have brought shame to the Tsukahara Sword Saint lineage. I can't even make it to the top 16."

Tsukahara Morihi's expression softened: "Although she didn't agree, she didn't refuse either."

"She is just a small Omi Hachiman Martial Arts School. She doesn't have the guts to reject the Tsukahara Sword Saint Clan."