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

Died at the doorstep of his own villa.

"I'm sorry, Master Iwasaki, we were delayed for a while due to some matters." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said apologetically on her pretty face.

At the same time, Meimu rolled her eyes at Shiraishi Mei.

Mei Shiraishi felt a little aggrieved when her sister rolled her eyes at her. She pouted her lips. She didn't know that going to the toilet temporarily would cost someone's life.

He is also the famous head of the Mitsubishi Group.

"It's okay, Councillor Shiraishi, cough... cough..." Iwasaki Hito coughed continuously, but still smiled: "It's an honor for me to wait for you. Your coming shows that the future of Mitsubishi Group is brilliant, cough... cough..."

Bai Huizi beside her hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over and looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu with unspeakable emotions in her eyes.

jealous.

That woman, why isn't it me! !

Iwasaki Jinto sat in a wheelchair, his trembling body finally feeling better. "Member Shiraishi, please follow me. The Mitsubishi Group and the members of parliament under its control will fully support you in becoming Prime Minister."

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A corner of Shibuya, Tokyo.

Ma Feihui flashed in the night and hid in the alley.

The end of the alley.

Two police officers from the Exorcist Guard Department suddenly appeared and blocked Makihui's way.

Without saying a word, he pulled out his pistol and started firing "bang bang bang".

As early as after the failure of the first round of capture, the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department issued an order to shoot the witch indiscriminately.

No matter life or death.

With Tokyo's dense network of surveillance cameras, Makie would be quickly tracked down by the police if she showed up.

After dodging several bullets, Ma Feihui groaned miserably and covered her arm.

He raised his legs and jumped, stepping on the walls on both sides and running away.

If we delay any longer, the police support will arrive.

Ma Feihui hid in a blind corner of the park, avoiding the camera, and turned on her mobile phone.

"Ma Feihui." The doctor sat in his neat office, writing something on parchment with a quill pen in hand, frowning. "Why haven't you completed the task yet?"

"Sir..." Makihui showed off her recent gunshot wound. "As soon as I entered Tokyo, I was targeted by the Exorcist Security Bureau. They're now hunting me down. I suspect our whereabouts have been betrayed to the Japanese government."

"So...actually...I was the one who betrayed you." The doctor threw the quill aside, laughed, and then put his feet on the desk.

"Sir, this joke is not funny at all." Makihui said expressionlessly.

"Why don't you just cooperate?" The doctor frowned. "So... who do you think betrayed us?"

"Is it the demon tribe?" Ma Feihui asked.

"Probably not." The doctor shook his head. "They couldn't have done such a thing. They have no motive. I think it's largely due to my brothers."

The doctor sighed, "They probably want to clean up all my people first before they clean up me."

"Sir, what should we do?" Ma Feihui gritted her teeth, and the gunshot wound on her hand slowly healed.

The Qi and blood in the body were used to repair the wound, and the extreme hunger became even more intense.

"The mission is temporarily suspended," the doctor said. "Take care of yourself. I'm going to talk to my brothers."

"Yes, sir." Ma Feihui turned off her phone.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came over me.

He dodged away from his original position.

"Puff puff."

Several short, sharp spikes gleaming with black light pierced into the wall at their original locations.

Ma Feihui turned her head and saw a man in a black suit standing in the distance, looking at her with a smile.

"Ma Feihui, long time no see." The man in black spoke without opening his mouth, and there was no expression on his stiff face.

His head rotated 360 degrees strangely, with the back of his head facing Ma Feihui.

On the back of the head.

A big mouth full of sharp teeth was laughing at Ma Feihui.

"I'm here to take your life."

"It's you..." Ma Feihui slowly raised her right hand: "You disgusting guy, this time I will definitely stuff your hair into your disgusting big mouth."

The red light on the five nails kept flickering.

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Fang Zuo came to the golf course in Shimbashi, Tokyo.

As an old golf course in Japan, the overall decoration style is Japanese.

The reception hall is filled with various Japanese-style decorations.

It's the same as usual here, nothing unusual.

Guests came in and out, and the female coaches wore sportswear thinner than lace, showing every curve of their bodies.

Fang Zuo sneered.

In order to ambush him and avoid arousing his suspicion, these people did not care about the lives of ordinary people.

As he entered the hall, all the lights went out.

In total darkness.

A huge stage lamp covered Fang Zuo.

Then dozens of figures wearing clothes with various family emblems appeared in the shadows around them.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, sir." Ashiya Dosan came out wearing an Onmyoji robe and a Japanese mountain and river crown. "Are you here to look for Sakura Sora Kurumi?"

Ashiya Dosan smiled broadly and clapped his hands.

A stage light illuminates the other side.

Feng Hualian, wearing a kimono and a Japanese bun, was kneeling in the tatami-style reception room next to the hall.

She turned around and smiled at Fang Zuo.

The profile of the face is somewhat thrilling.

"We have been waiting for you for a long time, and she has been waiting for you for a long time too. You probably don't know that the Sakura Kurumi you thought of is just our ninja." Ashiya Dosan said with a smile: "Let me tell you, her name is Kaede Karen, not your Sakura Kurumi."

"To wait for you, here stand the most outstanding Onmyoji in all of Japan. I think I am worthy of your status, sir. Could you please tell me, who are you?"

Fang Zuo sighed.

The expression was somewhat helpless.

In Ashiya Michizo's eyes, this expression was a sign of giving up.

Ashiya Michisan looked somewhat arrogant. "As long as you tell me about yourself and your power, I can allow your surrender and spare your life. If I am satisfied, the Ashiya family can even give you Kaedeka Ren as a reward. I can make the decision."

"Look at how charming she is in her kimono. She's no less charming than your Sakura Kurumi. How about this? Just nod your head, and your life and her will belong to you again."

After saying this, all the Onmyojis took a few steps forward, making various hand gestures and locking Fang Zuo tightly.

There was a look of disdain on their faces.

Fang Zuo shook his head and said to Feng Hualian, "Are they always this boring?"

The next scene made everyone drop their jaws in shock.

Feng Hualian pulled her kimono and ran over in the jogging posture of a Japanese woman.

Her little face was as smiling as a flower, and she jumped into Fang Zuo's arms.

She hooked her arm around Fang Zuo's neck, pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and whispered in a voice that only Fang Zuo could hear, "I'm only wearing your favorite red thong and oil-colored transparent stockings."

Fang Zuo subtly put his hand towards her ankle.

As expected, it is extremely smooth and silky.

"Maple Flower Love!!!" Ashiya Dosan's face instantly turned red and ferocious. "What are you doing?"

"What else can we do? She's betrayed the Kyushu Ashiya family." A white-haired elder stepped forward and said, "Ashiya Dosan, is this the person you trained?"

"It doesn't matter!!!" Ashiya Dosan said in a deep voice: "He's here after all, isn't he? Kill him and this bitch together."

kill! ! !

At a command, countless Yin-Yang techniques flew towards Fang Zuo.

However, all these Yin-Yang techniques of various attributes stopped in the air, as if they were frozen and hung in the air.

Ashiya Dosan's eyes turned cold, and he took out several small Japanese drums and threw them into the air.

The small drums were connected into a circle by strange lightning and floated behind him.

【Thunder】!!!

Ashiya Michizan shouted.

A thunderbolt came down from the sky.

Ashiya Dosan was very confident about this thunderbolt.

This is the spiritual tool of the Japanese God of Thunder obtained by the Ashiya family in Kyushu.

God of Wind and God of Thunder.

The bag of the wind god was given to Omori Masaru of Sensoji Temple in exchange.

But that useless old guy is now imprisoned in the Onmyoji prison, and I'm afraid he will never be able to leave the island.

next second.

His confidence was shattered in an instant.

The thunderbolt stopped above the hall and did not move, and he and himself were imprisoned by invisible pressure.

The young man in front of me seemed to be the master of the entire space.

And these Onmyojis are just like ants that have entered this space.

"How long have you been calling this guy sir?"

"It's been many years." Feng Hualian buried her little head in Fang Zuo's arms and said with a blushing face.

"Then we can't let him off like this and let him pay for all these years before dying." Fang Zuo's eyes moved.

All of a sudden.

All the Onmyojis in the hall had expressions of fear on their faces and were scared to death.

The body just lay there in a mess.

All the frozen Onmyoji spells disappeared like air.

Only Ashiya Michizo was left, tied up in place with a deathly pale face.

Fang Zuo captured the Heavenly Soul from Ashiya Dao San's three souls and seven spirits, and slapped it on Feng Hua Lian's little hand.

"From now on, let this guy stand guard for you, in the wind, rain, snow or snow. Let him squat at the door downstairs. If you want him to live, you can live. If he wants to die, you can't let him die."

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In a luxurious villa.

Yua Mikami was sleeping soundly.

Last night she fell asleep while processing emails on her phone and messages in work groups.

She was still wearing the pajamas she had wrapped herself in after taking a bath.

He wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Her cell phone was lying on the bed.

The light coming in through the window woke her from her sleep.