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

It seems that this Momonogi Kana is not the incarnation of the evil god as he thought, but a righteous god or a registered and authentic religious believer?

Just now.

The Gothic church shook and the ruins fell off

"Little bug, I caught you." A delicate voice came.

Something broke through the top of the church.

Lady Yasha fell from the sky and slowly landed between Fang Zuo and Momonogi Kana.

She was wearing a white lace European-style bra that showed off most of her elastic curves.

A pair of triangular white lace panties just covers the area.

The huge hips that match the height seem natural.

The nearly two-meter-long legs were wrapped in white lace suspender stockings and stepped on a pair of red high-heeled shoes.

Two red suspenders connect the lace stockings and panties.

Mrs. Yasha frowned and gently blew up the transparent lace curtain on her sun hat.

He glanced at Fang Zuo and Momonogi Kana on his left and right, then said to Fang Zuo, "I remember you, the outsider. Are you two in the same group?"

Fang Zuo hasn't answered yet.

Momonogi Kana's cold little face twisted, and she raised her samurai sword and slashed it diagonally.

There was a loud bang.

The church was neatly cut in half by a knife, leaving behind countless broken walls.

In an instant, the small world shattered.

"Little guy, you can't run away. If you come next time, I will catch you." Mrs. Hachisha's voice was transmitted through the fragments of the church.

next moment.

Fang Zuo appeared in a small white room.

There was nothing in the room except a window.

A small, lonely figure, wearing a blue suspender pajamas, hugging her knees.

Sitting in the middle of the house.

No bra under pajamas.

Bare a pair of long white legs.

When he heard the noise, he looked up and there was some surprise on his face.

"Uncle, why are you here again?"

Fang Zuo shrugged and walked over, sitting cross-legged next to her.

"How should I know? This is your dream. Shouldn't I ask you?"

"That's true." Momonogi Kana suddenly covered her chest vigilantly: "Did you peek?"

"What does it matter if you let me see your own dream?" Fang Zuo glanced at the two pink spots.

"Is that so?" Momonogi Kana tilted her head, as if there was some truth to it, and put her hands down: "Uncle, have you ever felt lonely?"

Momonogi Kana held her chin with both hands: "I have been lonely since I was a child."

"Daddy and Mommy are in the lab every day. They locked me up at home and wouldn't let me go out. I'm just like this now, having all these weird and different dreams."

"But we are all the same person. You are the first person to enter my dream."

Momonogi Kana's delicate little face showed a confused expression.

"It's been like this since I was little. I have no friends, no brothers or sisters. The only time I'd be locked up in the house was when I'd watch David training with his rifle from the window."

"Who is David?"

"My fiancé." Momonogi Kana sighed. "Actually, I haven't seen him many times. It's just like this where we grew up. We're all religious people."

"My parents got together in the same way. They married for the Lord and gave birth to me. I came into this world for the Lord."

"It sounds like a religious concentration camp." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

"Shh." Momonogi Kana quickly covered Fang Zuo's mouth with her little hands and looked around in horror.

"Alas, I forgot it was in my dream, but I can't do this. This is blasphemy against God, and the omnipotent God will hear it."

"Heh." Fang Zuo touched his chin. "If God is omnipotent, why would he need your devotion?"

Momonogi Kana was stunned: "Uncle, did I really dream you up? My thoughts are really terrible."

"Just tell me whether it makes sense or not." Fang Zuo said.

"I... let's not talk about this topic anymore." Momonogi Kana said, "I wish you could come to my dreams often."

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Nagata-cho, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.

Prime Minister's Residence.

Abe Nosuke smiled as he looked at the Prime Minister sitting at the desk opposite him.

Casually clamping the toned and strong thighs.

She wore delicate makeup and huge jewel earrings.

Abe Nojaku placed his left hand across his chest, supporting his right elbow, and held a lit cigarette in his right hand.

With a smile on her face, she took a puff of the cigarette between her bright red lips, then tilted her head slightly to exhale the smoke.

A green hip-hugging miniskirt with black lace patchwork design.

The huge buttocks formed a huge contrast with her relatively slender waist, but it did not seem abrupt.

Both the curvature and shape are naturally straight, full, plump, thick and greasy.

The normal size of the chair seat is completely unable to accommodate the two elastic buttocks. Every time I sit down, it is squeezed and deformed, and most of it overflows.

"Abe Noja, please stop it." The Prime Minister rubbed his brows, stood up and walked out of his desk, then looked out the window of his official residence: "I admit that I was wrong this time and violated our agreement."

"But you've gone too far this time. You've flipped the table and exposed the political donations scandal to the public. Even if you're doing this to deal with me, is it necessary?"

"Don't you think about your party members? What good will this lose-lose situation do you?"

"What's there to worry about? I've already paid most of the money." Abe Noja sneered. "As for both sides being hurt, huh? We'll internally discipline the 39 members involved, and several key officials will only be temporarily suspended from their duties and given warnings."

"I have already dealt with all the legal cases. The media only complained a few times. People are forgetful. They can't even remember the names of the 39 people involved. But you, the Prime Minister, are different."

"Thirteen key members of the Hongchi Club have resigned from their seats, a finance minister is also resigning, and your approval rating has dropped by seven percentage points."

"People will forget these little flies, but they will never forget you, the great Prime Minister."

"If this continues, I'm afraid you won't even be able to hold your position for this term. The current judicial conditions are sufficient to impeach you and remove you from office."

"What's more, I don't need any benefits. I want all my political opponents to know that I, Abe Noja, am a lunatic. I will bite anyone who provokes me to death."

"Stop it." The Prime Minister turned around with a sullen face. "Tell me your conditions. What conditions do you need to stop the war? Don't let others get away with it."

"It's simple. Tell me who's behind this? Whose idea was it to mobilize members of the Abe family and those within the party to impeach me?" Abe Noja also stood up, his plump buttocks shaking violently, the muscles in his thighs toned and charming. "Don't tell me they came to you on their own. They don't have the guts. And don't tell me it was your idea."

"If you had this kind of brain, you wouldn't have governed Japan like this. You know better than me how you came to power. Without me, how could your Kishida family have gotten to this point?"

"Although our two families weren't exactly close, we did have a foundation for cooperation. If you had any sense at all, you wouldn't do something like stabbing me in the back."

"Tell me, who is it?"

"You...!! This matter has not been discovered by the person behind the scenes." The Prime Minister took a deep breath and said, "I admit that I made a stupid move and underestimated you. Since you are unwilling to stop, then it's up to you."

"Don't forget, no matter how much I lose, I am still the prime minister. I still have time to salvage something."

"Really?" Abe Nojaku sneered, "Then please take a look at this."

Abe Nosuke took out a few photos from his bag and threw them on the desk in the official residence.

The Prime Minister picked up the photo and looked at it, then looked at the next one anxiously.

His face gradually turned red and he clenched his teeth.

After reading each picture, he tore it apart with both hands.

With a "swish", he tore up several photos and threw them into the trash can.

"Keep tearing!" Abe Noja took out another thick stack of photos, threw it on the table, and took a puff of cigarette elegantly.

In the rising green smoke, Zhiyan's small face curved with beautiful eyes, and she smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Keep tearing, don't stop, if it's not enough, I have more."

Pick up the small bag with both hands, turn it over, unzip all the zippers, and shake it gently.

Photos fell on the desk like snowflakes.

"I have to say, Mr. Shotaro Kishida really has the demeanor of a prime minister." Abe Noja pressed the butt of his cigarette onto the luxurious and exquisite wooden table, extinguishing the remaining half of the cigarette.

"It's fine if he plays with women, but he has really strong tastes. This woman is so old that even you, the Prime Minister, would have to call her Obasan, tsk tsk."

"This kind of rotten gossip is what the public loves most. Didn't you ask me to stop the war? If I hand this over to the media, I guarantee that no one will care about the 'political black money' incident anymore."

"What's more, your eldest son, as your political secretary, embezzled a lot of cabinet funds. Although he has returned them, the charges are still unclear."

"Also, the photo shows a group of women in the United States with several state executives. Tsk tsk."

"That's enough." The Prime Minister slammed his desk hard, interrupting Abe Nosuke's words.

"I'm telling you who it is because I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep after you find out. Abe is a sparrow." The Prime Minister sneered and said, "This island nation doesn't have the final say from you, it's her."

Chapter 139 Plump Jade Feet

"Just be clear. Don't try to intimidate me with these charades. I won't fall for it." Abe Noque smiled and sat back on the sofa, leaning back lazily. "I'd like to see how that person you're talking about keeps me awake... Tell me her name."

"It's Miss Saeko." The Prime Minister sneered, "Miss Saeko, she's back."

"Ms. Saeko? Which Miss Saeko?" Abe Noja frowned and searched the name carefully in his mind. It took him a while to figure out who it was.

She hadn't expected this name. She smiled slightly with some contempt: "She's back from America? The first female princess in Japanese history to be expelled from the Emperor's Palace, she's back?"

"I want to know, how could she keep me awake now that she's back? A woman who gave up her identity as a Shinto goddess, gave up the bloodline of Amaterasu, even giving up her own innate advantages, how could she keep me awake now?"

"If she returns, she might not even be able to enter the Emperor's palace, except for her identity as the Emperor's sister and a useless title of prince."

"What's the difference between her and an old widow?"

"Even if she's the Emperor, what can she do? What's more, she's a prince. If she wants to keep me awake, she should first be elected as a district councilor and then a member of parliament."

"Then, in the next prime ministerial election, you can stand before me with the highest polls, but even that is not enough to keep me awake at night."

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, I have no idea what you're talking about." Abe Noja stood up, grabbed the photo on the table and tossed it lightly. "If that's your excuse, I hope you can find a better one next time. I have plenty of photos like this."

"Since you have no sincerity, I guess you don't care about ending your son's political career at all."

"Anyway, if this photo gets leaked, you'll just lose a few more percentage points. For the Prime Minister, whose approval rating is so low right now, it won't mean a thing."

"Goodbye, Prime Minister."

Abe Noque's buttocks tightened, and she stood up gracefully, straightened her waist, and pulled her elastic skirt.

Then loosen the hem of your skirt.

'Snapped. '

The short skirt hit the plump buttocks hard, making a crisp sound and soft ripples.

"These photos and the bag are all for you, Prime Minister. Take your time to enjoy your son's beautiful photos. If you don't have enough, I have more photos from various angles and with various protagonists."

"I guarantee it will open your eyes."

After saying this, Abe Nojaku turned around and was about to leave.

The Prime Minister's voice rang out, causing Abe Nosuke to stop in his tracks.

"She's certainly no better than an ordinary member of parliament right now." The Prime Minister returned to his desk, sat back in his chair, and opened a drawer. "A woman who lost her fight for the Emperor, even betrayed her faith and her bloodline, and is now spurned by some Japanese people."

"A Japanese woman exiled to the United States, but she came back, and she still has this."

The Prime Minister threw a torn letter onto the desk with a flick of his arm.

The letter was covered with seals.