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

At this point, Feng Hualian had no idea what situation she had gotten herself into.

Is this man so powerful?

He was so powerful that I couldn't even sense a trace of his breath.

So powerful that even his own Shikigami dare not show their heads.

The Kyushu Ashiya family is very strong.

Ashiya Michizo is very strong.

Sakura Kurumi is also very strong.

However, Feng Hualian could feel the strength of these powerful people she met, and could feel the Shikigami and Shikigami spiritual tools in their bodies.

But this man was completely beyond her comprehension.

The big hands were getting stronger and stronger, leaving Feng Hualian no time to sigh. She could already clearly feel the bruising and pain.

There is no doubt that the once fair and tender skin gradually began to turn purple.

"No, I don't want this to happen today." Feng Hualian's face flushed, and her red lips made a final struggle.

Speaking of his reasons.

"You say this every time, but every time you say it you're so crazy." The man's joking tone made Fenghua Lian's heart sink slowly.

"How can it be every time?" Feng Hualian said in protest.

"Huh? Your tone is really off today." The man said with some surprise, "It's a bit unlike you."

Feng Hualian was shocked and wondered what tone to use.

"I really don't want to do this today, Damei, please don't be like this." Feng Hualian tried to soften her tone.

I didn't even know I could make that tone of voice.

This made her already blushing face even hotter.

"Why don't you call me? Have you forgotten how to call me?" the man whispered in her ear.

Hot breath puffed against her ears.

An itch.

call?

Fenghua Lian felt very powerless.

How do I know what Sakura Kurumi should call the other person?

How should lovers address each other?

"Baby? Let me go..." Feng Hualian said tentatively with a trembling voice.

"No." The man's big hand pinched the big hand hard as punishment.

Feng Hualian felt a slight pain.

The pain made Feng Hualian feel strange.

"Honey, let...let me go." Feng Hualian's voice trembled even more violently.

"It's not right again." This time the man not only used more force, but also twisted it.

Ah!

Feng Hualian almost screamed.

What other words can be used to describe a pair of lovers?

These two words are the limit of what Fenghualian knows.

She really couldn't think of what else to call the other person?

"I'm sorry... I... I forgot." Feng Hualian really couldn't figure it out, and she hated herself for not having had a few relationships before.

"I taught you, have you forgotten now?" The man tossed Feng Hualian back and forth: "Beg me."

The man said, "Beg me and I'll teach you again."

"Please." Feng Hualian said it very quickly this time, as if it had become a habit.

"Huh? What's that tone?" The man began to punish again.

"Please, please, please." Feng Hualian was completely desperate. "Please, tell me quickly."

"Have you forgotten it?" the man said.

"I won't forget it. I will never forget it again." Feng Hualian nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

This feeling made her start to collapse, and she desperately wanted to get rid of this strange and exciting emotion.

What frightened her even more was that she found that she was actually starting to get used to it.

"Call me master." The man said.

"What? Shouting, what are you shouting?" Feng Hualian's head felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer, buzzing, she could not believe her ears.

Did you hear it correctly?

Are you hallucinating?

"Do you want me to repeat it? Call me master." The man rubbed his palms.

Now Feng Hualian was sure that it was true and she had not heard it wrong.

There is actually such a shameless man in this world who actually made me scream...

Yingkong Kurumi, what on earth are you doing, woman?

As the head of the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau, he actually did such a thing.

It's such an embarrassing name to call a man.

It's more than just shameful, it's simply...abnormal.

Feng Hualian couldn't believe it.

Sakura Kurumi's current status, power, and appearance are absolutely ranked first in the entire judicial system of the island country.

Is this something a beautiful lady with so much power in Tokyo could do?

Call your lover master?

Isn’t this harming yourself?

I was simply trapped in the abyss.

"You're not going to tell me yet?" the man asked impatiently.

A pair of big hands exerted more and more force.

"Master... let me go..." Feng Hualian said in a mosquito-like voice.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you. Speak clearly. I won't agree if you don't." The man asked in a deep voice next to Feng Hualian's little ear.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and bit her small earlobe, grinding his teeth against it.

hiss.

Feng Hualian took a breath.

The skin all over the body trembled instantly and tiny particles appeared.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go quickly, Master, please let me go, please!!!" Feng Hualian finally couldn't stand the double torture anymore and cried out loudly.

After shouting this, Feng Hualian covered her little face tightly with her hands.

I actually did such a shameful thing.

"Look, you are like this every time, so playful, are you doing it on purpose?" After the man finished speaking, his big hand finally stopped and just lay there motionless.

After this crazy feeling stopped, Feng Hualian took deep breaths and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The white shirt on his body was already wrinkled.

Two buttons even fell off.

The light-colored thin-strap bra under the shirt had slipped down to her waist.

It looks extremely weird.

Feng Hualian took a deep breath, took her hands away from her face, and was about to adjust her bra when she suddenly felt something empty in front of her.

From warm to cool.

The big hands finally left.

Finally stopped.

Fenghua Lian wanted to cry.

In just a few minutes, she suddenly felt like she had escaped death.

But before she could say anything, this feeling of relief ended just as it began.

The big hands were placed on her narrow shoulders, and then the man turned her body around to face him.

What is he going to do?

Feng Hualian's heart was beating fast and she looked up slightly with curiosity. This was the first time she looked at this man face to face.

It's an Asian face.

There was an indescribable feeling about this Asian man; he was obviously not from the island country.

None of her facial features are particularly outstanding, but she is unforgettable at first sight.

Although Asian men all have black hair and yellow skin, each country has distinct characteristics and temperament.

He is from the neighboring country. Feng Hualian was shocked. No wonder he is so powerful.

Almost all Yin-Yang magic in the island nation began with Taoist mantras. Although no one wants to admit it, everyone has strong and complex emotions towards everything on that land.

I am afraid of it, yet I admire it; I want to possess it, yet I want to reject it.

This is not only true for island countries, but also for Southeast Asia and even the entire Asia.

Although all countries still hypocritically claim that their own culture is the best.

But if one day, that neighboring country suddenly disappears, it is foreseeable that the whole of Asia will jump out and claim that they are the orthodox inheritance.

In order to fight for the cultural orthodoxy he left behind, they fell into crazy and chaotic attacks and insults.

What kind of man is this?

Before Feng Hualian had time to take a closer look, she was embraced by those arms again.

Her little head was pressed against the man's chest by a big hand.

Her soft waist was held tightly by another big hand.

This was the first time he was completely embraced by a stranger.

It's so warm.

Feng Hualian pressed her little face tightly against the man, listening to the surging heartbeat in his chest.

This feeling was like listening to the pulse of the earth when her spiritual power expanded infinitely.

The heaviness of the man's chest made her feel completely safe.

It was so safe that Feng Hualian wanted to stay in his arms forever and pour out all her grievances.

"Why aren't you talking?" the man suddenly asked, "You used to say something at this time?"

Fenghualian began to hate Yingsora Kurumi.

Just be hugged obediently.

Why do you talk so much?

What to say in this situation?

but.

This time, Feng Hualian didn't feel too conflicted.