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

"Be smarter next time and don't talk where you shouldn't."

“I thought it was far away…”

"Idiot, even here I'm a little worried. You don't know how powerful that person is."

"I think he's a friend of Dr. Zhou, so I..."

"Friend..." Zhou Yuanyan's expression darkened as he said in a deep voice, "He is my friend, but... so many years have passed."

"I've changed...what about him? How would I know if he's changed?"

Fang Zuo got off the elevator from the other side and walked out the door.

There was a surge of people on the roads of the campus.

Students left the hall one after another. It seemed that the lectures and forums were about to end.

"Mr. Fang Zuo!" A clear voice called out to him.

Fang Zuo turned around and saw a car parked beside him. Minamikawa Keiko was sitting in the car, frowning and covering her arm.

"What happened to your arm?"

"Nothing. There were so many people signing autographs just now that I felt like something pricked me." Minamikawa Jingzi took her hand away, revealing a small red spot on her arm. "I'm a little worried. Let's go to the hospital for a checkup. Can you have dinner with me sometime? I'll let me thank you properly."

"Let's talk about it later." Fang Zuo smiled.

"Why are you talking about that again?" Minamikawa Keiko shook her head and wanted to say something else.

A large group of students were walking towards us from a distance, and it looked like they were going to surround the car again, so the driver quickly drove away.

Keiko Minamikawa could only wave goodbye.

Sitting in the car, there was a look of frustration on the little face.

I picked up the phone and hesitated for a moment.

A blush appeared on her face as she output the information.

[Mr. Fang Zuo, it's me, Nanchuan Jingzi. Can I add you on line? ]

After sending the message, he threw the phone aside and covered his face with his little hands.

This is the first time I have been so proactive in all these years.

Fang Zuo arrived at the underground garage of the University of Tokyo, and Shiraishi Nagimitsu was already waiting for him in the Lexus.

By the time Fang Zuo sat down, Shiraishi Nagimitsu couldn't wait to put his arms around Fang Zuo's neck and snuggle into his arms.

"Today's speech and forum were very successful. I didn't expect that I would be so popular among young people."

"Why aren't you talking?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked up at Fang Zuo in surprise.

Fang Zuo frowned and saw a small red dot on Shiraishi Nagimitsu's arm.

Exactly the same as Minamikawa Keiko's.

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Shiraishi Nagiko saw Fang Zuo staring at the back of her arm and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"There's a red spot here. Does it hurt?" Fang Zuo grabbed Shiraishi Nagimitsu's fair arm.

A tiny red dot on the delicate skin, which cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

"Just now, when the students gathered around me to sign my autograph, I felt something strange, like being pricked by a needle, but there were so many people that I didn't pay much attention to it." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt now. I don't feel anything."

Fang Zuo placed his hand on a huge monster to the left of Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

The entire palm sank deeply into it.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu's delicate little face turned red, but she knew that the man must have some doubts.

I'm doing some tests now. If he wants to love me, he will grab me with the strength he likes, not pressing like this, and definitely not with this kind of strength.

Fang Zuo swept his mind across the room, and found that there was nothing wrong with the beating of his heart, the surging of his blood, and his three souls and seven spirits.

But it is impossible for her to appear so coincidentally and be exactly the same as Minamikawa Keiko.

"Let's go to the hospital." Fang Zuo said.

"Okay." Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded obediently, greeted the driver, and snuggled into Fang Zuo's arms, playing with Fang Zuo's shirt buttons with her little hands.

"I think we can attract a lot of young people's votes this time." Fang Zuo touched Shiraishi Nagimitsu's long hair.

"Yes, it seems that everyone likes my idea." Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat down with his head resting on Fang's left thigh.

"You like your figure, right?" Fang Zuo whispered softly in her ear, "That's also my favorite part."

Just as I finished speaking, I felt a pain on the inside of my thigh.

Shiraishi Nagiko squeezed hard with her hands, then covered her red lips and giggled.

The University of Tokyo Hospital is not far away. I did some tests and found nothing wrong. All the indicators in the blood test report were normal.

"You go ahead and do your work. I have something to do." Fang Zuo said.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded obediently, walked forward and gave her a light kiss, then got in the car and left.

University of Tokyo.

Zhou Yuanyan was in the underground alloy-cast laboratory, watching the various liquids churning in the vessels.

The data on the computer kept flashing.

thump.

thump.

Inside the huge bulletproof glass cover, a demon transformed into its true form and madly hit the thick bulletproof glass.

Before the third impact, the demon fell to the ground in pain, its thick skin constantly bulging and caving, as if something was churning inside its body.

'Pfft. '

'Pfft. '

Bone spurs protruded from the skin.

All kinds of blood flowed on the ground.

The flesh on his body kept melting away, and soon only a skeleton covered with various bone spurs was left.

The skeleton slowly got up and pounded the glass with a faint black light in its eyes.

Then the black light went out and it slowly fell down again.

"The soul stays attached to the skeleton for three seconds." Zhou Yuanyan looked at the data expressionlessly, then walked to the second glass cover.

Inside, a blonde nun was huddled in a corner, shivering.

"Is this a Catholic?"

"Yes doctor."

"I'm very dissatisfied with what happened today," Zhou Yuanyan said. "I told you that doing this in public is too dangerous and too easy to be discovered. Why didn't you spend more time?"

"For example, we can invite researchers from a blood center and set up a blood donation vehicle. Under the watchful eyes of the public, these celebrities will be happy to donate some blood to serve the public."

“You need to use your brain when doing things. Don’t do things that seem straightforward but may cause a lot of trouble.”

The words are not finished yet.

These clerks in white coats were pressed into a pool of flesh by an invisible force, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Is this what you are researching?" a voice came from behind.

Zhou Yuanyan turned his head suddenly.

Fang Zuo was standing behind him.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Zhou Yuanyan said with a wry smile.

"If you hadn't stolen blood today, I wouldn't have come to you." Fang Zuo walked to the instrument and looked at the pile of test tubes placed next to the culture dishes:

"Is this the blood of these outstanding people that you stole during the Tokyo University forum?"

"I had my doubts when I checked your cultivation. With your talent, you should have stagnated at best. How come you've regressed so much?"

"However, some of your spiritual fluctuations have surpassed your previous cultivation. It seems that you have indeed achieved quite a lot."

Zhou Yuanyan silently took off his white coat and opened his shirt.

On the already pitch-black chest, there were still dozens of small reagents inserted, connected to a short infusion tube.

From time to time, blood would spit out from the infusion tube, mix with the liquid in the tube, and be injected back.

Every time he returned the favor, Zhou Yuanyan's expression remained unchanged.

But the muscles in his chest were visibly spasming and twisting.

"Is this the path you've chosen?" Fang Zuo said, "You still haven't given up on the search for immortality, but is it worth it?"

"Nothing is worth it." Zhou Yuanyan said, "You've been through so much, but you still failed to overcome the tribulation."

"With current technology, there's no way to analyze these invisible things like spiritual power, souls, and incense."

"I've put in a lot of effort, experimenting with spectra, particles, and even genetic grafting and fusion, but all I've managed to produce are physical monsters."

"Only by using my own cultivation to transfer these things can I gain something."

Fang Zuo picked up the bottle marked Shiraishi Nagimitsu on the table and crushed it.

He picked up Minamikawa Jingzi's and did the same thing.

"Monk Yuanyan." Fang Zuo was silent for a moment before saying, "Should I slap you to death?"

"You know I'm not the kind of person who's absolutely righteous and passionate. To some extent, I'm selfish and only care about whether I can ascend."

"And you are one of my few friends."

"I understand, but have you ever thought about it, Fang Zuo?" Zhou Yuanyan said, "Is it because I lost to you that I changed my path?"

"No! Strictly speaking, I didn't lose to you. I just lost to this world where spiritual energy is gradually disappearing."

"If you consider ascending to immortality as an exam, even if you score 100 points, I can only get 70 points. But in the past, when spiritual energy hadn't faded so much, ascending might only require 60 points."

"So, I'm still qualified, and there's still no need for me to despair."

"Why did I change my path? It's not because I lost to you, but because it might take 120 points to ascend now, and I don't have enough."

"Look, even you failed. Even you are not qualified, right?"

"Since the path of a pure monk is not feasible, why can't I try another one?"

"What's the difference between you and me now?"

"Fang Zuo, have you ever thought about what you would do if you achieved 120 points next time, but 150 points are required to ascend?"

"Will you, like me, give up this path of cultivation and try something else?"

"No." Fang Zuo shook his head: "This is what makes you and me different."

"I won't doubt myself."

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Saeko sat elegantly on the sofa in a professional suit.

Put your hands on the skirt and press it to cover the beautiful buttocks inside the skirt

A pair of beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings are clamped on the frame.

The phone vibrated.

Saeko turned on the video.

A white man in a sports shirt is playing golf on the golf course. Two girls in swimsuits are standing next to him, one carrying a golf club and the other holding a mobile phone in front of him.

"Ms. Saeko, long time no see." The white man waved and smiled in front of the camera. "Why, are you coming back to Japan to redeem yourself and get back what you wanted?"

"The bishop is joking..." Saeko said with a smile, "This time, I want to request that headquarters send two Disciple Knights. The Japanese Prime Minister's plan has failed. The woman in the prophecy has a very stable position in the political arena."

"Disciple Knights?" The white man shook his head. "I'm afraid we don't have that many people."

"The conflict with the Catholic Church in North America has been extremely intense recently, and even two of the Disciple Knights have been killed."