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Can this be considered a god?

Ever since coming into contact with the dozen or so residual souls at the bottom of the sea, Fang Zuo has used them as a benchmark for evaluating the island nation's gods.

However, this so-called god is not only inferior to the dozens of residual souls at the bottom of the sea, but is even inferior to the guardian who accepts offerings at the Meiji Shrine.

After collecting and stripping the residual souls of dozens of gods from the bottom of the sea, Fang Zuo had some general understanding of the so-called gods in Japan.

Although it is still relatively weak, if it weren't for that man's sword, its original form would still have reached some level.

This deity left Fang Zuo speechless.

"What god are you?" Fang Zuo asked.

"I am the hair-protecting god?" the spirit quickly replied.

"Hair care?" Fang Zuo said expressionlessly, "What hair care?"

"Sir, it's hair. It blesses people to not lose their hair." The spirit himself was a little embarrassed: "Most of my believers are women."

Fang Zuolian was so stunned that his mind became slightly dull.

Fang Zuo thought of countless gods, including mountain gods, tree gods, flower gods, and dogtail grass gods.

I just didn’t expect that Japan even has a god for hair.

The deity who blesses you to not lose your hair...

"How many gods like you are there?" Fang Zuo asked.

"About eight million."

After hearing this, Fang Zuo could probably understand why the Japanese Divine Kingdom had lost a large amount of its territory to a group of evil gods from other countries.

Grab your hand.

A golden light flashed, and the soul was annihilated.

Fang Zuo was too lazy to even refine this kind of soul power.

Only some incense and the imprint of heaven and earth are left.

What Fang Zuo didn't expect was that this god of hair care actually had quite a lot of worshippers.

It seems that there are still many believers among the people.

Fang Zuo looked up at the vortex in the air.

The vortex then surged, and a force burst out and poured into the body of a male Onmyoji in the secondary hall.

Fang Zuo's mind turned and he followed this force.

After this power entered the Onmyoji's body, it slowly invaded his soul, leaving a mark.

Fang Zuo looked at the mark carefully.

A small formation for receiving incense.

Not only can it accept the infusion of incense, but it also has an extremely refined imprint of faith.

Will slowly change and control his soul.

The vortex flashed rapidly, and waves of power flew out one after another.

They were put into the bodies of these chosen Sons of God.

Fang Zuo stopped the force flying towards Yingkong Hutao, then grabbed the largest piece of the seal of heaven and earth obtained from the bottom of the sea and threw it into Yingkong Hutao's soul.

Replace this power as a mark of incense faith.

Just after doing all this, Fang Zuo was surprised to find a small room not far from Yingkong Kurumi.

There was actually a woman who dispersed that force.

She has a beautiful and delicate face, long hair, and is wearing a large yellow sweater with white cotton panties underneath.

There is white lace on the edges of the panties.

A pair of beautiful legs that are round, white and smooth like fat, with proportions that are beyond imagination and curves that are so symmetrical and smooth that they are somewhat alluring.

He is only about 1 meters tall, but his legs are more than 6 meter long.

She stood in the room, quickly forming seals with her hands, creating a black barrier to block the power that was invading her.

Then, through continued struggle, that force will slowly dissipate.

After she was done, a scornful smile appeared on her face and she continued to kneel down.

The two petals are small and tight, and the plumpness is inferior to that of Yingkong Huwalnut's buttocks, sitting on unparalleled beautiful legs.

Hiding together under the long gown.

After doing all this, the vortex in the air slowly disappeared.

Yingkong Kurumi sat bored indoors and felt the abnormal fluctuation of spiritual energy in the sky outside.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, her man appeared in front of her.

"Bad guy." Yingkong Kurumi hugged Fang Zuo and kissed him all over the face: "How do you know I'm thinking about you?"

"Because I've been watching you."

"Look at me? Where are you looking at me?" Yingkong Hutao bit her lower lip, a blush on her face, and she grabbed Fang Zuo's big hand and reached in.

"Here?" Place it on two small and full soft buns.

"Or here?" He moved to his narrow and strong waist.

"Is it here?" He pulled her behind him and held up her plump buttocks that could be held in one hand.

"Or here?" Grabbing Fang Zuo's finger.

The place I want to go to the most.

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After washing up, Shinmura Jing looked at herself in the mirror.

Even without makeup, she is still extremely charming.

Even my classmates could see the satisfaction on my face during this period.

They all asked themselves if they were in love.

Ah.

Talk about love.

Shinmura Akira laughed in her heart.

The ethereal things that only little girls want.

At my age, I don’t have much ambition, so what matters is not important.

Looking in the mirror, I saw another white hair on my head.

Shinmura Jing pulled out the white hair.

I was counting the days in my mind, wondering when I could invite Mr. Fang Zuo over for dinner again.

Akira Shinmura walked out of the bathroom and lay down on the bed.

Pick up the phone from the bedside table.

But as soon as she cut it open and saw it, Shinmura Jing was so scared that she screamed.

The little hand trembled and threw the phone far away, shaking non-stop.

There was fear on his little face, his heart was beating fast, and he was gasping for breath.

After a while, it gradually calmed down.

The screensaver has been changed.

It was replaced by a short and plump woman, smiling at him.

The smile was kind but a little twisted.

Chapter 134 Sakura Kurumi's Love Words

Fang Zuo held the wet Yingkong Kurumi in his arms and inhaled her charming scent. "You were almost controlled by your Amaterasu and became a devout Shinto believer."

"Control...what?" Yingkong Huwalnut's little mouth was still breathing slightly as she sat in Fang Zuo's arms.

My hair is all wet

A pair of white and smooth arms tightly embraced Fang Zuo's waist.

The small chin rested on Fang Zuo's shoulder.

His eyes were still blurry.

A good while.

The little head finally managed to make out what Fang Zuo had just said.

"If I'm controlled, I'm no longer myself?"

"Not really. You will gradually become more devout, so devout that you will think you are like that. Unless your realm is high enough, you can break free." Fang Zuo sneered, "You Amaterasu Omikami are a bit useless. You still use such backward methods to keep believers."

Yingkong Kurumi suddenly moved her little head from Fang Zuo's shoulder, and her little face was pressed tightly against his chest.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zuo noticed that she was a little depressed.

"Nothing...nothing." Sakura Kurumi shook her head and frowned.

"Will you tell me or not?" Fang Zuo rubbed his buttocks.

"Oh, Damai!" Yingkong Kurumi screamed softly and punched Fang Zuo with her fist: "I'm just a little scared."

"Afraid? The selection of the Son of God is about to begin?" Fang Zuo smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"I'm not afraid of this." Yingkong Hutao opened her little mouth and gently bit Fang Zuo with her teeth like grinding her teeth, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily.

"I am afraid of you."

"Me?" Fang Zuo was stunned. "Why are you afraid of me?"

"You don't even take our gods seriously. The more I see how powerful you are, the more afraid I become."

"Are you afraid that I will hurt your gods?" Fang curled his lips. He had just crushed someone to death.

"Oh, no." Yingkong Walnut bit Fang Zuo hard, and then kissed him lightly at the place where he bit her with heartache.

"You always say that if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog." The little face kept rubbing Fang Zuo's chest: "Who cares about the life and death of those gods? I just want you, the big bad guy, to be okay. Everything else has nothing to do with me."

"I'm just afraid that since you're so powerful, you'll leave me one day." Yingkong Kurumi murmured, "The more that happens, the more I feel like you don't belong here, and the more I feel that day will come soon."

"My life used to be all about work, but now it's different. Work is dispensable to me. As long as you are here, that's all I need."

"Every morning when I wake up, I wonder if you're awake."

"Every night before I go to sleep, I wonder what you are doing."

"When I eat a delicious bento, I want to take a bite and let you taste it too."

"When something goes wrong, I'll send you a message and tell you all my troubles."

"Every second I'm with you, I want to hang on to you."

"But what shall I do if you are gone?"

"Yes, what can I do if you leave?"

"Will you?" Yingkong Kurumi raised her little face, the moonlight shining on her delicate face, her beautiful eyes moistened: "Will you leave me?"

Fang Zuo looked at the moon outside the window, paused, and was about to speak.

"Don't talk, I don't want to know." Yingkong Kurumi covered Fang Zuo's mouth with her small hands and shook her head: "I don't want to know the answer, at least not now."

"I'm afraid that if I find out, I won't be happy anymore."

"No matter what, I am very happy now, as happy as a dream that I don't want to wake up from."

"This is enough."

"My mother once told me that people should learn to be content."