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

Revealing every white spot of skin.

She bit her lower lip, her mind full of the man's strong body.

As muddy as it can get.

Masami Miura stood outside the door, imagining the scene that was about to happen.

Fear and desire.

His breathing became rapid.

After gently pressing the doorbell, she seemed to press a switch in her body.

Almost shouted out loud.

Then the vision changed and I came into the room.

But everything in the room made her feel a little overwhelmed.

A strange naked woman was being strangled by the strong man she longed for, like a chicken.

Hojo Sakura was not there, which made her happy and worried.

The happiness is for one's own enjoyment, and the worry is that one may not be able to bear it.

But there is one more beautiful European woman.

But judging from the man's expression, he doesn't seem to be here to replace Hojo Sakuna.

What on earth is this doing?

Do you want to kill this woman?

Instead of killing her, let's have a justice help clean up the mess.

But then Masami Miura gave up this idea.

I feel like I'm too naive.

Does such a powerful man need to kill someone and then finish the job himself?

That day, he just had to push a little harder.

I and Hojo Sakura were probably already scared out of their wits and died in a coma.

Miura Masami's sudden appearance startled Caitlin, who was pinching Fang's left hand.

How come a woman with her windbreaker open suddenly appeared? What she was wearing underneath was so sexy.

"Are you....Justice Miura of Japan?"

As Interpol, of course I know a few powerful figures in the Japanese judiciary.

This look of recognition and astonishment made Miura Masami's face turn red as blood.

For a while.

Her identity as Chief Justice made her quickly pull her windbreaker tighter, trying to cover up her unsightly clothes.

But when she saw the man's brows slightly frowned.

But he was so scared that he ripped his windbreaker open again.

Exposed to the eyes of men.

Biting lower lip.

Undergoing two kinds of eyes.

Pride and shame mixed together.

"You came at the right time." Fang Zuo said, "I just asked her a question, and she didn't answer me. You answer it."

Fang Zuo reached out and pulled the pet chain around Miura Masami's neck.

Masami Miura immediately knelt down reflexively and hugged Fang Zuo's thighs obediently.

"Very good..." Fang Zuo nodded with satisfaction: "Let me ask you, as a woman, you should have a deep understanding of how to make her belong to me both physically and mentally?"

Miura Masami raised her blushing face and said, "Of course, you are just like me, completely conquered by the Master."

"No, that's not enough." Fang Zuo frowned.

Even so, the bond of heaven may not be enough.

"Then do it more thoroughly, destroy all the beliefs and concerns in her heart, completely destroy them..." Miura Masami bit her lower lip, her eyes showing a cold and muddy look.

"Complete destruction?" Fang Zuo looked at the Supreme Justice of Japan.

I didn't expect that such words would come out of her mouth, who represents Japanese law.

That's really cruel.

Fang Zuo slowly pulled up the pet collar around Miura Masami's neck and gently wiped his hand.

The pet circle just disappeared.

Then suddenly it appeared around Caitlin's neck.

This made Masami Miura feel both lost and happy.

What made me happy was that the thing that I was so worried about being discovered was finally gone.

What makes me feel lost is, doesn’t that mean I don’t need myself anymore?

"I'll give you a chance, a chance that I trust you." Fang Zuo grabbed Miura Masami's hand and held it on the pet chain around Caitlin's neck.

"You can make her disappear or reappear, it's up to you. I won't ask how you deal with her." Fang Zuo said, "I have only one condition. As you said, completely destroy all her beliefs and make her blindly obey me."

"I...I..." Masami Miura felt inexplicably excited.

"Can you do it?" Fang Zuo said.

"Master, I will try my best..." said Masami Miura.

"No..." Fang Zuo held Miura Masami's chin with his big hand and pinched her red lips open: "I don't want you to try your best, I want you to..."

"Yes...Master." Masami Miura felt the familiar big hand, her eyes filled with desire.

But the next moment, the man disappeared...

Caitlin's body fell to the ground and she stood up quickly.

After making sure the man was gone, her beautiful eyes glowed red.

In this moment.

The pet chain around her neck quickly shrank, and all the strength in her body disappeared in an instant.

"Pa." Masami Miura slapped her hard in the face.

She was beaten so hard that she fell into a chair, her skin all pink.

Caitlin looked at the beautiful woman in front of her, her eyes were so cold that they scared her.

The twisted smile on his face made me turn my head away and not dare to look at him.

"It's all your fault. You caused the master to leave." Masami Miura said harshly.

She grabbed the chain around Caitlin's neck and lifted her up again.

"Clap clap clap."

He slapped me several times in a row.

"Wow." Caitlin's tears flowed, but the invisible force suppressed her and she was completely unable to resist.

She could only curl up her limbs and shrink back into the chair desperately.

There was a strange light flashing in Miura Masami's beautiful eyes.

She seemed to feel her soul being completely liberated.

All the things that had bound me for a long time were scattered and disappeared in these slaps.

Looking at the red palm print on Caitlin's face, she remembered how her father had slapped her just now.

I remembered the cold looks of my father and brother.

Looking at his masterpiece on Caitlin's face again, Masami Miura inexplicably vented the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for decades.

I had hoped that the man's strong strength would crush me to relieve this depression.

But now he's gone.

It's all because of this damn woman...

Masami Miura looked at the man next to her and put on the shirt left by him.

She stretched out her little hand and picked it up.

Slowly pull the shirt towards your face which is delicately made up.

He took a deep sniff of the scent of its owner.

He let out a long sigh.

A strong sense of satisfaction comforted her desire along the way.

"Master, I will teach her a lesson..." Miura Masami murmured to herself, "You will trust me..."

She slowly turned around, looked at Caitlin who was curled up on the ground with a somewhat ferocious smile and said, "Come, I'll buy you some clothes, and then... come home with me..."

"Don't worry, I will teach you well!"

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Fang Zuo brought the Daughter of the First God back to Zhou Yuanyan's laboratory.

"Thanks to you." Zhou Yuanyan said with a wry smile.

"Are you okay?" Fang Zuo frowned and pulled off Zhou Yuanyan's white coat.

On his shoulder was an extremely strange blue crystal.

It has become one with his flesh and blood, with veins and blood vessels inside.

Blood flows in and out from time to time.

There are various strange protrusions on other parts of the body.

Some look like eyes, some look like heads.

All the tendons, veins and acupoints in the body have become disordered.

Even many of them disappeared.

The original golden elixir in the dantian has shrunk to the point where it cannot be any smaller.

It is covered with all kinds of deformed flesh and blood.

Still stirring slightly.

"I don't know if I'm okay." Zhou Yuanyan said with a wry smile, "I can only say that I'm still a human being..."

"Alright..." Zhou Yuanyan pulled back his white coat to cover himself up, "You've seen me naked..."

"If one day you are no longer human, I will kill you with my own hands..." Fang Zuo said lightly.

"Before you kill me, please give me a foot massage..." Zhou Yuanyan said, "You owe me... Where are you? You disappeared as soon as you mentioned borrowing money from me?"

Fang Zuo slowly approached the incense barrier of the Japanese divine kingdom.

Now this is a rare and good place for him to practice.

There is endless incense, which is very much like spiritual energy.

The effect of feeding back to the soul through the body of Ashura Mingwang is far less than that of spiritual energy.

But it is better than the scarce and almost dry spiritual energy in this world.

The most important thing is that the time here is much slower than that in the original interface.

He needs time to perfect his body.

Cultivation does not mean that the higher the realm, the stronger it will be.

It depends largely on the technique and the body.