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

Sensing the movements in these guest rooms.

Determine the target, then jump onto the roof.

He formed seals again and disappeared into the night.

Sakura Kurumi sat on the tatami bored.

The delicate little face was sulking.

Humph.

The bad guy didn't answer my video call. He must be doing something bad.

Yingkong Kurumi made faces, took a few selfies and sent them to Fang Zuo.

I got bored again.

Why haven't the higher-ups come to find me yet? They will definitely not allow conflicts between the government and Shintoism.

This is a jointly set trap. If he easily follows the woman named Feng Hualian back, he will be controlled.

No matter how much evidence you present, it will be easily taken away or even destroyed.

Everything is done to a dead end.

It's useless no matter who comes.

After being a police officer for so many years, how could I not know the methods these people use?

The world today is no longer the era of imperial power, where people crush others from top to bottom. Instead, it is an era of interconnected forces among various parties.

A complex composition of tiger, insect, stick and chicken.

You can eat me, I can eat him.

Yingsora Kurumi looked at the selfie she had just taken on her phone and was very satisfied.

A smile appeared on his lips.

I selected a few more photos that I liked and sent them to the bad guy.

Then he stood up, slowly walked out of the guest room and came to the small courtyard behind the room.

The courtyard is built in the Chinese style, with stone, flowing water, red carp and green trees.

Sakura Kurumi took a few more photos of herself in kimono under the moonlight.

Walking casually beside a huge rock that decorates the landscape.

Suddenly, the [Shikigami: Kaguya Touma] on her earlobe glowed, dripping with tassel-like light.

The little hands make seals.

[Boundary: Sakura Night Fire]

A small dark purple arc enveloped the decorative boulder.

Imprisoning all the power in the barrier.

The cherry blossoms turned into black flames, spinning and dancing around the boulder.

"Which ninja department are you from?" Sakura Kurumi sneered, the dancing cherry flames illuminating her small face with divine beauty. "Don't you know that my mother is from the Fuma clan?"

The boulder slowly disappeared.

Revealing Fenghua Lian's slim figure and delicate little face.

The leather jacket fits the curves of the body tightly.

The gorgeous cherry flames within the barrier were constantly hitting her body.

Feng Hualian had no time to talk. She was making hand seals, gritting her teeth, and releasing a faint blue spiritual power to resist.

But the cherry fires were getting more and more, and it was difficult to keep mobilizing the spiritual power in my body.

His hair was completely wet and stuck to his face as if he had just taken a shower.

Under the light of the cherry fire, the beads of sweat on the smooth forehead gathered into strands of silver threads and flowed into the black leather jacket.

"It's hot, isn't it?" Yingkong Kurumi smiled, as if she knew how Fenghualian felt. "Is it like a steam bathhouse under that leather jacket?"

"Are your underwear soaked? By the way, Captain Kaede, are you wearing a thong or your normal underwear today?"

"It's better to use a thong, otherwise it's really uncomfortable to have it stick to your skin."

Yingkong Kurumi took small steps with interest and went around behind Fenghua Lian.

Looking at the round and plump buttocks inside the black leather pants, they were still trembling slightly with the rapid seal formation.

"Looks like she's wearing a thong." Yingkong Kurumi smiled, covering her mouth with her hands. Suddenly, she thought of something: "Let's take a picture and show it to the bad guy. He's sure to like it."

After saying that, an evil smile appeared on his little face.

He picked up his phone and started taking pictures of his buttocks non-stop.

Then I slid and looked at the effect of the photo.

Yingkong Kurumi frowned and shook her head: "It doesn't look good, the photo won't turn out well. Let me help you take off your clothes."

After saying that, he clapped his hands lightly.

Dozens of cherry blossom flames suddenly grew larger, then the flames faded away, turning into metallic cherry blossoms with a black glow.

Accelerate suddenly.

'Squeak, squeak, squeak.'

Rapid rotation.

It pierced into Feng Hualian's blue spiritual power shield, and then continued to tear holes in the leather jacket.

Just a few strokes.

The black leather jacket lost its support and slid down along the sweaty skin.

Revealing her already soaked light blue underwear and thong.

Fitting the slender body, it looks like a pair of see-through stockings or a thin flesh-colored lace.

The skin is clearly visible.

The buttocks looked rounder and fuller, with the thong strap sunk so deep into them that it was no longer visible.

Everything looks like silk fabric as thin as a cicada's wing, set against the honey-colored skin, full of seductive sexiness.

Chapter 151 Scream of Humiliation

Feng Hualian screamed loudly, and finally could not hold on any longer, and all her spiritual power was exhausted.

The spiritual power was cut off and there was no power to continue.

The blue spiritual power shield shattered with a 'bang' and scattered in all directions.

Countless cherry flames gathered together and swept towards her.

Feng Hualian closed her beautiful eyes tightly, showing a look of relief, waiting for death to come.

But what he waited for was not the expected scorching heat of the flames.

But my limbs suddenly tightened.

Feng Hualian opened her eyes and saw that countless cherry flames had transformed into cherry vines, entwining her limbs.

"Yingkong Kurumi, what do you want to do?" Fenghualian struggled angrily.

Her legs were stretched to the extreme by the vines, which made her very scared.

With rapid breathing, the buttocks were clamped together.

"Tsk tsk." Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile: "Captain Fenghualian, you came to me so late, you don't want to arrest me alone, do you, a lone hero?"

"Oh no, the lone policewoman?" Yingkong Kurumi admired herself. It seemed that after being with that man for a long time, even her words became much sharper.

Feng Hualian gritted her teeth and blurted out a few words: "Yingkong Kurumi, kill me if you have the guts."

"Kill you? Captain Kaedeka Ren." Yingkong Kurumi looked him up and down and suddenly noticed something.

Fenghualian's skin is not the snow-white type.

There is a small tattoo above the tail of the honey hip vertebrae.

Yingkong Kurumi's eyes narrowed, and she walked closer.

Looked carefully and looked again.

Then he walked behind Feng Hualian.

"What are you doing!" Feng Hualian's angry voice trembled slightly.

Yingkong Kurumi didn't answer, but looked at the small tattoo outlined with two or three strokes above the buttock groove.

It's only the size of a thumb, but the tattoo is very delicate.

Like the shape of a mountain.

This is the mark of the ninja.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

Yingkong Kurumi searched her memory and her eyes lit up.

There are many people hiding in the mountains!

The ninja tribe and mountain stalkers of Kagoshima, Kyushu.

"You are actually a ninja from the Ashiya clan of Kyushu, one of the Yama-shunshu?" Sakura Kurumi took a few more photos of the tattoo's details:

"When did your Ashiya family sneak into Kanto and even enter the Tokyo government police department?"

"How audacious! What do you, the Ashiya family, want to do? To disrupt Tokyo?"

"Kill me." Feng Hualian struggled with her limbs and gritted her teeth, saying, "Kill me if you dare."

"What? You really want me to kill you? Kill you and then I'll have the additional charge of killing a police officer?" Sakura Kurumi said with a smile, "And in this Shinto Meiji Shrine? In such an important place."

"What are you planning? Are you trying to stir up conflict between Shintoism and the government?"

"It seems that this is the reason why you came to see me tonight, Captain Fenghua Ren."

"Kill me, or be killed by me."

"No matter what, one of us will die in Meiji Jingu Shrine."

"In this case, no matter which of the two high-ranking government and police officials died in the Meiji Palace, Shintoism will never be able to wipe the slate clean."

"What's more, I also have an important identity as a Shinto goddess, right? Captain Kaede Hanaren."

Fenghua Lian kept her mouth shut and said nothing, just staring at Yingkong Kurumi with her beautiful eyes.

"Why are you staring at me? It's so scary. What's the matter? Life is so precious, why do you want to die so badly?"

"Hmph, do you know how precious life is? How do you know I want to die so badly?" Feng Hualian sneered and said, "If you don't dare to kill me, then let me go quickly."

"I'll let you go. Don't worry, I'll let you go right away, Captain Kaede." Yingkong Kurumi reached out her lower hand to support Kaede's chin and shook her head: "Don't wear leather jackets in the future. You're not as plump as me..."

"And imitate me and wear a black leather jacket."

Yingkong Kurumi retracted her little hand and waved it.

The cherry blossom vines disappeared, and Fenghualian's arms dropped down.

"Very good, I hope you don't run away." Feng Hualian said gritting her teeth:

"Then I will wait for Deputy Yingkong Kurumi in the Supervisory Committee's office. When the time comes in the interrogation room, I will treat Deputy Yingkong Kurumi well."

"Just like you did to me."

Fenghua Lian looked at Yingkong Kurumi coldly and slowly backed away.

"Don't worry, you'll never have this chance." Yingkong Kurumi rolled her eyes: "But you should be careful, don't fall into my hands next time."

Yingsora Kurumi looked at Kaedeka Lian who was retreating, raised her cell phone and shook it.

Feng Hualian didn't say anything and disappeared at the edge of the wall.

Kyushu Island.