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

The Japanese Divine Kingdom has been troubled by the invasions of evil gods from various countries recently, and is therefore dissatisfied with the current island government. It wants to return to the path of unity of politics and religion.

It seems that the so-called Amaterasu Omikami this time attaches great importance to the selection of the Son of God.

"Really? Is it true?" Yingsora Kurumi raised her little head happily, her beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

After getting Fang Zuo's confirmation, the little mouth kept pecking at his face: "That's great, we can travel together, yeah!"

Ise Grand Shrine in Mie Prefecture is only about 400 kilometers away from Tokyo.

On the Shinkansen, Yingkong Kurumi sat in Fang Zuo's arms without caring about other people's eyes.

"How to select? Just a random fight?" Fang Zuo asked curiously.

"How can you be so reckless? This isn't a martial arts tournament." Yingkong Huwalnut pinched Fang Zuo's face with her small hands, making all kinds of funny faces, and then laughed non-stop: "Actually, I don't know either."

"Bad guy?" Yingkong Hutao suddenly stopped and looked at Fang Zuo.

"Ok?"

"Today is our first trip. We have accomplished another first."

“Is this considered a trip?”

"Of course it is. It's a special trip." Yingkong Hutao's little head burrowed into Fang Zuo's arms. "Do you think we will travel together in the future?"

"Have."

“Will there be many trips?”

"Will do."

"Bad guy!"

"Um?"

Yingkong Kurumi stood up, first gave Fang Zuo a gentle kiss with her little mouth, then held Fang Zuo's face with her little hands and stared into his eyes seriously:

"I've changed a lot since I had you."

"What's changed so much? The size?"

"Oh, no, I meant personality."

"Yes, you used to be an icy female boss and you even wanted to pull out a gun to kill me." Fang Zuo looked at Yingkong Walnut with a smile.

"Oh, who told you to be so mean back then, tricking me into going to the bathroom? I almost..." Yingkong Kurumi pouted, "I mean, I'm much happier now. I hardly ever smiled before. How about you? Are you happy?"

"happy."

"That bad guy, will you take me back to China?" Yingkong Kurumi moved her little face closer and rubbed Fang Zuo's face up and down. The touch of the skin made her moan in comfort.

"do you want to go?"

"I want to go. I want to see every place you have been to, and some of the places you told me about." Yingkong Kurumi murmured.

"Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog," is an old Chinese saying.

"You guys have too many old sayings, so how about I be a prostitute?"

"......"

"Okay ah?"

"No, I like dogs."

"Then I am the little bitch, and you are the male dog."

"Yeah." Fang Zuo said lightly in Yingkong Hutao's ear: "That's what happened when I was lying on your back."

"Ahhh, Dame, Dame..." Sakura Kurumi pouted and punched around with her fists, "You're ruining the atmosphere again."

"Then do you want to do it?" Fang Zuo grabbed the buttocks with both hands.

Ise Grand Shrine is one of the highest-ranking shrines in Japan, just like any other shrine in the world.

It has become a tourist destination with a strong commercial atmosphere.

The streets leading to Ise Grand Shrine are already crowded with various tour groups and vendors.

The vendor shops are filled with Mie Prefecture's specialties and snacks.

Yingkong Hutao held Fang Zuo's arm, looked here, bought there, and stuffed whatever she found delicious into Fang Zuo's mouth.

The two walked through the sling torii gate and came to the place where tourists gathered.

After walking around a garden, we came to a red building in the backyard.

It was already dark by then.

"Please stay." A priest dressed in white ritual robes came over and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Sakura Kurumi, deputy director of the Tokyo Exorcist Security Department." Sakura Kurumi bowed slightly and said, "I'm here to participate in the selection of the Son of God. I've already passed the preliminary selection at the shrine in Tokyo and my name is on the list."

"It turns out to be Deputy Director Yingkong Kurumi. Hello, please follow me." said the priest in white robes.

The two followed him to a large side hall.

"The God's Tasting Festival will be held tomorrow morning, and Deputy Yingkong Kurumi must stay here overnight." The white-robed priest said, looking at Fang Zuo: "Who is this?"

"This is my subordinate." Yingkong Kurumi said.

"This gentleman cannot stay here and needs to spend the night outside the shrine." said the white-robed priest.

Fang Zuo nodded and looked at Yingkong Kurumi.

It means that I am nearby.

Yingkong Kurumi nodded in understanding.

After Fang Zuo left the Ise Shrine, he turned around and took a step forward.

Appears on the top of the mountain behind Ise Jingu Shrine.

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It turns out this is how women feel.

She didn't understand until last night.

A pair of white and delicate jade feet stepped in front of her.

Fei Guangli still looked up in confusion at the owner of the jade feet.

Kana Morisawa looked down at her expressionlessly.

"what!"

Fei Guangli sat back slightly frightened.

There was a pain in the purple and swollen buttocks.

Kana Morisawa smiled and said, "Don't be afraid!"

Chapter 133 Kana Morisawa's Whip

I don't know when Kana Morisawa changed into a black lace vest.

Holding up two white arcs.

She also changed into a black thong.

Even wearing high heels.

Kana Morisawa's smile was so gentle that it made Kikouli feel even more uneasy.

This dignified and elegant woman from the upper class had complicated feelings towards the wife of the Yamaguchi-gumi gangster.

Logically, I should hate her.

Yesterday, under her coercion, I made her take turns using various familiar tools.

There were purple whip marks all over her fat buttocks.

I finally understood what Shinmura Akira meant by strength and speed.

Now that she finally understood what it felt like, Kimitsu Li didn't know whether to thank Morisawa Kana or hate her.

"You should thank me, shouldn't you?" Kana Morisawa seemed to understand what Kimitsu was thinking: "It's me who made you understand the joy of being a human being."

He stretched out his smooth arms and gestured for Fei Guangli to get up.

Two soft little hands were clasped together with a little force.

Kikouli stood up, smelled the perfume on Kana Morisawa's body, and looked at the torn stockings and thong in the distance.

A little shy.

I can only use my hands to slightly cover my body.

"Why bother?" Morisawa Kana smiled charmingly: "Don't we know each other well enough? What's there to block?"

Fei Guangli nodded slightly fearfully: "Excuse me, when will you give me the information?"

Fei Guangli took a step back in pain. The material of the whip and the force of the whip did not hurt that much.

Kana Morisawa walked gracefully in high heels, with her back straight, like a queen.

Kana Morisawa picked up the other end of the whip and slowly slid it down from Kimitsu's neck.

Until it stops at the place where the wound has opened.

Smiling, she said, "I'll give it to you, Madam Fei Guangli, as long as you're obedient..."

"Now... get down!"

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Fang Zuo, sitting cross-legged on the hill behind the mountain, looks at the Ise Grand Shrine below.

This Ise Grand Shrine is worthy of being the highest-level shrine in Japan.

The thick incense smoke hovering above the shrine is even higher than that of Meiji Jingu Shrine.

Fang Zuo waved his hand, and the huge spiritual palm print was easily grabbed and put into his pocket.

Expand your divine sense and explore.

There are dozens of small Japanese-style rooms in the side hall of Ise Grand Shrine.

On the tatami in each room, there is a kneeling Onmyoji who is participating in the selection of the Son of God.

Sakura Kurumi is among them.

at the same time.

Hundreds of priests in white robes were prostrating themselves in the main hall, chanting Shinto music devoutly.

These sacred music, carrying the essence of the power of faith, slowly merged together and formed a vortex above the main hall.

The vortex continued to roll and spin, growing larger as the priests chanted.

A huge eye appeared in the vortex and slowly opened.

Hundreds of spirits carrying the power of incense shot out from the eyes and flew to all directions.

Fang Zuo frowned and looked at these spirits in confusion. What on earth were these things?

Just grab your hand casually.

A golden light bound the last soul and came in front of Fang Zuo.

"Who are you? So bold and presumptuous, so..." His soul was bound by golden light and roared at Fang Zuo.

Noisy.

Fang Zuo frowned and snapped his fingers.

A piece of his soul was immediately refined by the golden light.

"I was rude... Please forgive me, sir." The soul howled, immediately softened, and hurriedly begged for mercy from Fang Zuo.

"Who are you?" Fang Zuo asked.

"I am a god, a god from the kingdom of God." The soul replied hurriedly, and the vague shadow revealed the outline of a flattering smile.

"Are you a god?" Fang Zuo was stunned. He thought it was a ghost tainted by incense and faith. Is this a god?