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

Clang clang clang.

The attack of the old man's sword, the surging flames, and the white light of the wings were all blocked outside the ripples.

Momonogi Kana let out a delicate cry, and slashed with the samurai sword in both hands, sending silver-white ripples rolling back.

The old man narrowed his eyes, spread his wings, and appeared more than ten meters away, keeping some distance.

But when I looked forward, Momonogi Kana had disappeared.

A bone-chilling chill hit me, and when I looked up, Momonogi Kana's small body appeared above my head.

The cold blade of the samurai sword has already chopped down.

A cold light slashed across.

"Lord, forgive me!" The old man knelt on the ground, and a pair of white wings slowly dissipated from the wingtips.

"Kana-chan, child, leave the Protestant religion, leave everything, be a normal girl, be yourself!" The old man looked at Momonogi Kana expectantly, and a line of tears ran down his old face.

A hand in the air trying to grab something.

Then, the shoulders and face disappeared in the wind like pieces of paper.

"Child, leave and be yourself..." The old man's murmur gradually faded away.

Momonogi Kana watched all this with an expressionless face.

The katana slowly dropped down.

"What a heartless woman." A mocking voice came.

"Who?" Momonogi Kana turned around suddenly, her face stern: "It's you again, heretic, how did you get in?"

"I don't need to tell you." Fang Zuo slowly approached: "I came to your world to ask you a few questions. At the same time, I want to ask you about the use of faith incense."

"Heretic, go to hell. The only answer to you is the blade." Momonogi Kana shouted, clenching the samurai sword with both hands.

With a flick of the knife, dozens of white blades came slashing over.

But before he could get close to Fang Zuo, Bai Ren disappeared.

Momonogi Kana flashed and appeared behind Fang Zuo, and her samurai sword slashed down with a cold light.

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows. The spiritual energy in this world was very weak and could only be borrowed in a limited way. He could only use the spiritual energy in his body for every move.

The endless spiritual pressure around him isolates him from the incense of this world.

Then he easily restrained the small figure that was attacking him.

Fang Zuosha looked at Momonogi Kana with great interest as she remained in the chopping position.

"If you won't tell me, I'll have to search it myself." Fang Zuo said calmly, "I also want to see what the soul of a saint like you looks like."

All of a sudden.

The ceremonial dress and katana on Momonogi Kana turned into pieces and slowly disappeared.

Leaving behind a slender, soft and smooth body like jade.

Smooth shoulders and straight back.

A round and perky butt.

Her snow-white skin lacks the softness and plumpness of a woman, but reveals the elastic charm of a young girl.

A faint scent of a young girl filled Fang Zuo's nose.

Fang Zuo stretched out his hand and pressed it on Momonogi Kana's forehead, and his spiritual thoughts slightly expanded.

The tiny soul was actually trapped in a huge white cocoon woven with incense.

Fang Zuo's soul wanted to force its way in, but he found that his soul and body were intertwined together. Once this happened, his soul and body would disappear into thin air.

But slowly unraveling the mystery is too time-consuming.

Fang Zuo frowned, feeling a little troubled.

Momonogi Kana looked at Fang Zuo with a sneer on her face. Although her body was tied up and she couldn't speak, her voice echoed in this world of incense.

"Let me go, heretic, I can pretend this never happened."

"It's okay." Fang Zuo withdrew his hand and smiled faintly.

"If I can't extract the soul, I know some manly tricks."

"And you happen to be a woman."

When Momonogi Kana heard what Fang Zuo said, an expression of fear appeared on her face.

Fang Zuo couldn't help but compare himself to Yingkong Kurumi.

"Don't tell me?" Fang Zuo smiled softly: "That's fine, I'm not in a very good mood today."

"I said, what do you want to ask? Let me go and I will tell you everything." The voice echoed in the small world.

Momonogi Kana's buttocks were held by these big hands, her little face was flushed, and her pair of heterochromatic eyes were watery, making her look even more charming.

Fang Zuo nodded and the big hand left.

Momonogi Kana relaxed all over and quickly clamped her legs together to block Fang Zuo's sight.

"Who are you, where are you from, and what are you doing here?" Fang Zuo asked.

"My name is Momonogi Kana. I'm Japanese, a Protestant saint. I'm here to hunt down apostates and evil gods." Momonogi Kana said gritting her teeth.

Fang Zuo touched his chin. Yes, it was the same as what he had just seen and heard. He was not lying.

"Snapped."

Fang had a whip in his left hand and whipped Momonogi Kana hard.

A purple whip mark added a bit of strange and gorgeous color to the fair body.

"I don't want to hear you omit anything. You've stayed in Japan for too long and invaded the Japanese Divine Kingdom several times. I don't believe you don't have other missions."

"If you keep hiding this, the next whip won't just hit here."

Momonogi Kana's little face was blushing.

"Tell me, what other tasks are there? Also, how did you manage to accomplish this in this world of incense and faith?" Fang Zuo said, "I don't have much patience."

suddenly.

Momonogi Kana seemed to have been waiting for something. A scornful smile appeared on her face, and her figure flashed and disappeared.

then.

There was a loud bang.

Momonogi Kana seemed to have hit something and fell from the night sky.

Crawling on the ground.

"I've isolated the incense of this entire small world." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Why? You still want to escape?"

The voice just fell.

Momonogi Kana rolled on the ground.

The whole world changes, from the quiet Tokyo night to the bustling neon streets.

At night, Shibuya, the most crowded intersection, is packed with urban men and women going home from get off work.

Fang Zuo smiled slightly and swept his mind around.

I strolled over to an urban white-collar worker who was talking on the phone on the street.

Patted her shoulder.

A confused and unfamiliar face looked at Fang Zuo questioningly.

"Stop pretending. I'm just playing with you. Keep running. I want to see what you can become."

Fang Zuo raised the whip and lashed out.

Momonogi Kana returned to her original face, her little face turned cold, and the scene turned to the streets of Shinjuku.

On the street near Okubo Hospital, there are many street prostitutes pulling customers.

Fang Zuo is very familiar with this road.

I often walk along this street and go to the shop planned by Xinrong.

The world created by Momonogi Kana is indeed exactly the same as the real world in terms of sensory perception.

A girl dressed coolly and wearing a super short skirt stopped Fang Zuo and actively talked about the price.

She added coyly, "You don't have to wear it, sir."

Before Fang Zuo could answer, he glanced at him.

then.

All kinds of beautiful, pure, plastic surgery women and girls came up and surrounded Fang Zuo.

He tried to block Fang Zuo's way and reached out to touch Fang Zuo's face and chest.

Some even pinched the muscles of Fang's left arm.

Fang Zuo let these women chatter around him.

Without stopping, keep moving forward.

There are glass windows on both sides of the street in front.

The carefully arranged glass display window is also filled with various cosplay girls.

Bunny girls, doctors, teachers, you name it.

Fang Zuo walked to a pink display window and stopped.

The whole interior was decorated in pink, and the girl was lying on the carpet.

A scarf covered her chest.

Revealing snow-white long legs and big buttocks.

Fang Zuo knocked on the glass.

"Have you had enough fun?"

The girl's face slowly changed into Momonogi Kana's small face.

His expression turned cold and then changed.

Fang Zuoqing snapped his fingers: "Okay, I'm out of patience, it's my turn. I want to thank you for creating such a good atmosphere."

Momonogi Kana kept trying to change the scene again, but she remained in the same place.

Watching Fang Zuo walk towards him through the glass.

She stepped back in fear, and the veil covering her body fell to the ground.

Fang Zuo raised his hand.

"Snapped."

A crisp sound hit the plump thigh.

Red marks appeared on the snow-white skin.

Momonogi Kana cried out in pain, her two different-colored eyes flickering slightly, and her delicate little face made her look extremely charming.

Hugging my thighs in pain, I rolled over on the blanket

Her small hands moved from her thighs to her buttocks, stroking them quickly, trying to wipe away the pain left by the whip.

"Snapped."

A red mark appeared on the smooth back. Momonogi Kana straightened her body in pain and trembled in pain.

The little hands didn't know where to cover anymore and could only crawl backwards frantically.

Momonogi Kana almost fainted from the pain, she turned over and rolled to the wall.

Then she curled up in the corner, tears falling like little pearls.

My whole body was in so much pain that tiny beads of sweat appeared and hung on the tiny, almost invisible hairs on my skin.