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

at this time.

The incoming call music on the cell phone started playing.

Fenghua Lian picked up the phone and saw that it was Yingkong Kurumi calling.

"Hey." Feng Hualian said unhappily.

"Is the organization behind you trying to plot against me?" Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile.

"Anyway, if I tell you not to go, then don't go." Feng Hualian said impatiently.

"Tsk tsk, you're starting to care about me, Deputy Director." Yingkong Kurumi said in a relaxed tone on the other end of the phone: "I'm not afraid, I have you, the Deputy Director, by my side to protect me."

"Can you be more serious?"

"I'm serious, won't you protect me?"

"Anyway, I told you that it has nothing to do with me if you want to die." Feng Hualian was furious: "You deserve to die."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and threw it on the sofa.

What kind of woman is this? Feng Hualian sat down on the sofa with force.

The swollen buttocks covered with purple palm prints hit the sofa hard, causing Feng Hualian to frown tightly in pain.

This kind of thing is comfortable, but it is too hard to bear after the comfort.

Feng Hualian couldn't help but curse the man in her heart.

After Fang Zuo watched this scene.

He wasn't worried about Sakura Kurumi.

Not only did he have the newly refined and upgraded Shikigami tool, but also the incense mark, and a trace of his divine consciousness hidden in the tool, which allowed him to arrive there quickly.

What's more, after seeing the Yin-Yang world of Japan, Fang Zuo was also a little curious about the so-called demon tribe sealed in the four northern islands.

I saw Feng Hualian carefully avoiding the wound and preparing to go to bed.

Fang Zuo came to Tokyo Women's University.

Unexpectedly, Momonogi Kana was not in the dormitory.

Shenmuli was sleeping soundly.

Long black hair spread out on the white pillow.

He muttered something about Jin Meiting and raised his little fist from time to time.

Momonogi Kana's dormitory is tidy.

It doesn't look like an accident. Where did this guy go?

And this moment.

Momonogi Kana was talking to a beautiful woman in the woods near the school.

Momonogi Kana was wearing her JK school uniform as usual, a white shirt and a plaid skirt.

She has a petite and well-proportioned figure.

Black calf cotton socks wrapped around the little feet and clamped around the calves.

She was wearing a pair of suede leather shoes, looking lively and cute. If it weren't for the coquettish look on her face after saying goodbye to her first time, she would have looked just like a high school student.

In front of her, Saeko was also wearing a white collar uniform and black stockings.

The same black stockings, wrapped around Sha Rongzi's well-proportioned white flesh, added a bit of womanly maturity.

"It seems that the saint has adapted to the life of a teacher." Saeko said with a smile as she looked at Momonogi Kana's outfit.

She naturally knew that there were two souls in this body.

Knowing the inside story, she treated the other soul with great respect, but she simply could not respect the saint in front of her.

"Saeko, do you know who you are talking to?" Momonogi Kana said coldly.

Saeko was stunned.

Why does this saint speak in this tone today?

During their several encounters in North America, no matter how she spoke, the saintly lady opposite her remained weak and frail.

Today I suddenly became stronger.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness the Saint, I'm just worried about the task assigned by the Archbishop." Saeko didn't continue to harden.

When Momonogi Kana occupied the identity of the saint and was somewhat timid, Saeko felt an indescribable pleasure.

But when the tone of the person on the other side changed, Saeko became a little afraid again.

Although I know that this soul is just a by-product of an experiment.

"I will naturally report the mission to the Archbishop. You're just a foreign priest. Do you have the right to ask me about my business?" Momonogi Kana sneered. "Saeiko, you're Washington's special envoy. You know you're just a messenger. So what? Are you telling me to do something?"

"I dare not, Your Highness the Saint." Sa Rongzi bent down slightly.

"Hmph, I hope you won't bother me unless it's necessary, Saeko." Momonogi Kana snorted coldly, "All my actions and tasks will naturally be reported to the Archbishop every week. I don't need you to ask about them."

After saying that, Momonogi Kana turned and left without waiting for Saeko to speak.

A breeze blew in the evening, blowing up her plaid skirt.

Revealing her white panties and small buttocks.

Like the curved edge of a peach.

Sakura Walnut Big Peach.

Momonogi Kana Little Peach.

After watching Momonogi Kana leave, Saeko returned to the car.

I picked up my phone and turned on the video call.

The Protestant Archbishop was sitting at a long table waiting for Saeko's report.

"How is it, Reverend Saeko?" the Archbishop said solemnly, "Did you see anything unusual when you saw the Saint just now?"

"Your Excellency, the Respected Archbishop," Sa Rongzi said respectfully, "The Saint now seems even more powerful and domineering. It seems...the two souls are merging."

"Oh?" The Archbishop nodded. "That's a good thing. In that case, let's not disturb her for now."

"The holy relic will be delivered to Japan soon. I hope you can quickly find out the whereabouts of the Daughter of the First God in Tokyo. The oracle senses that the Daughter of the First God is in Tokyo and has not left."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Archbishop," said Saeko.

"As for your report that Japan's new interim Prime Minister is a Protestant and has been baptized, I have ordered an investigation and will soon reveal the Prime Minister's baptizer." The Archbishop nodded and said, "Tomorrow, after he issues his inauguration documents, you should visit him and see if he remains devoutly Protestant."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Archbishop."

"Very good! The Lord is with you forever! Go, child of the Lord."

"May the glory of the Lord always illuminate my future!" Saeko bowed her head in salute.

Momonogi Kana walked calmly into the dormitory building step by step in her small leather shoes.

The man she hated, whose name was Fang Zuo, just like the uncle in her dream, was not here.

This saved her two more eye rolls.

After Momonogi Kana walked into her dormitory, she quickly closed the door, leaned her back against the door, and breathed heavily.

My heart was beating 'bang bang bang' non-stop.

This was the first time she pretended like this, and unexpectedly the effect was quite good.

This old woman named Saeko seems to be very fond of my tricks.

The uncle is right. Now that you have a goal, you must work hard.

Momonogi Kana takes off her clothes and socks.

I changed into some home clothes and turned on the bright lights.

Take out the thick dark Bible from the cabinet.

Carefully searching for clues inside.

The oracle said that the Dark Messiah will appear in this school this time.

However, after so much time, no clues were found.

And at this moment in Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

Mei Shiraishi is waiting for Fang Zuo's arrival in the dark...

Chapter 217 Brother-in-law and Sister-in-law

Fang Zuo had never seen Momonogi Kana so serious before.

She flipped through the thick Dark Bible, carefully reading each line with her chin propped up.

When I came across words describing the Dark Messiah, I took a pen and took notes.

As he looked, his eyes became tired. He rubbed his big eyes with his little hands and continued reading.

I yawned from time to time, but refused to sleep.

This made Fang Zuo feel a little regretful. Shouldn't he have found a target for her?

As a result, she has not slept for half a day and is still studying the Dark Bible. What kind of thing is this?

Finally after a long time.

Fang Zuo performed several small cycles.

Momonogi Kana stretched and stood up, taking off her home clothes and white cotton underwear.

She is petite, with long brown hair covering her smooth, white back.

She hummed a song playfully, bouncing up and down on her bare feet.

Walked into the bathroom.

The two small and adorable white buttocks that make you want to reach out and hold them are so full that they tremble slightly with every step.

In the bathroom, Momonogi Kana looked at the slightly sunken area.

Thinking of Fang Zuo's actions, her face turned slightly red.

I don't think I'm ugly, I think I'm cute instead.

Does the uncle think it's ugly?

Momonogi Kana washed her body.

I hope I can dream today.

It seemed like we kicked the uncle out a little too early that day.

The hot water washed over her fair skin, making Momonogi Kana's skin all over red.

The already tired body became more energetic.

After washing, she picked up the bath towel, held her hair, dried her body, and sat on the bed.

It has been a while since I left North America and came to Japan. I wonder how my parents are doing.

Momonogi Kana sighed.

I can't contact them myself.

And they won't contact me.

Since I was a child, I have not seen my parents many times.

In everything in religion, there will be a few old men who specialize in teaching you.

After school, they also accompanied me to attend private middle schools and universities.

Sometimes I even wonder why they gave birth to me.

Is it also for the Lord?

Can’t the Lord give birth to a child himself?