Chapter 133 Whip

I don’t know when Morisawa Reina changed into a black lace vest.

Holding up two white arcs.

She also changed into a black thong.

Even wearing high heels.

Morisawa Rena's smile was so gentle that it made Sakura Kimitsu feel even more uneasy.

This dignified and elegant lady from the upper class had complicated feelings towards the wife of the Yamaguchi-gumi gangster.

Logically, I should hate her.

Yesterday, under her coercion, I made her use various familiar tools in turn.

There were purple whip marks all over her fat buttocks.

I finally understood what Shinmura Akira meant by strength and speed.

Sakura Kimitsu finally understood the feeling and didn't know whether she should thank Rena Morisawa or hate her.

"You should thank me, right?" Morisawa Reina seemed to understand what was in Sakura Kimitsu's mind: "It was me who made you understand the joy of being a human being."

He stretched out his smooth arms and motioned for Fei Guangying to get up.

Two soft little hands were clasped together, with a little force.

Sakura Kimitsu stood up, smelled the perfume on Rena Morisawa, and looked at the torn stockings and thongs in the distance.

A little shy.

I can only use my hands to slightly cover my body.

"Why bother?" Morisawa Reina smiled charmingly: "Don't we know each other well enough? What are you blocking?"

Fei Guangying nodded slightly fearfully: "Excuse me, when will you give me the information?"

Fei Guangying took a step back in pain. The material of the whip and the force of the whip did not cause that much pain.

Reina Morisawa walked elegantly in high heels, with her back straight, like a queen.

Rena Morisawa picked up the other end of the whip and slowly slid it down Sakura Kimitsu's neck.

Until it stops at the place where the wound has opened.

Smiling, she said, "I'll give it to you, Madam Fei Guangying, as long as you listen to me!"

"Now. Get down!"

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Fang Zuo, sitting cross-legged on the hill behind the mountain, looking at the Ise Shrine below

The Ise Grand Shrine is indeed the highest-level shrine in Japan.

The thick incense smoke hovering over the shrine is even higher than that of the Meiji Shrine.

Fang Zuo waved his hand, and the huge spiritual palm print was easily captured in his pocket.

Expand your divine sense and explore.

There are dozens of small Japanese-style rooms in the side hall of Ise Shrine.

On the tatami in every room, there kneels an Onmyoji who is participating in the selection of the Son of God.

Sakura Kurumi is among them.

at the same time.

Hundreds of priests in white robes were prostrating themselves in the main hall, chanting Shinto music devoutly.

These sacred music, carrying the quintessence of faith, slowly merged together and formed a vortex above the main hall.

The vortex continued to roll and spin, growing larger as the priests chanted.

A huge eye appeared in the vortex and slowly opened.

Hundreds of spiritual souls carrying the power of incense rushed out of the eyes and flew to all places.

Fang Zuo frowned and looked at these spirits in confusion. What on earth were these things?

Just grab your hands casually.

A golden light bound the last soul and came in front of Fang Zuo.

"Who are you? How dare you..." The soul was bound by golden light and roared towards Fang Zuo.

Noisy.

Fang Zuo frowned and snapped his fingers.

A piece of his soul was immediately refined by the golden light.

"I was rude, please forgive me, sir." The soul let out a wail, immediately softened, and hurriedly begged for mercy from Fang Zuo.

"Who are you?" Fang Zuo asked.

"I am a god, a god from the kingdom of God." The soul replied hurriedly, and the blurry shadow revealed the outline of a flattering smile.

"Are you a god?" Fang Zuo was stunned. He thought it was a ghost tainted by incense and faith. Is this a god?

Can this be considered a god?

Ever since he came into contact with the dozen or so residual souls at the bottom of the sea, Fang Zuo has used them as a benchmark when evaluating the gods of the island nations.

However, this so-called god is not only inferior to the dozens of residual souls at the bottom of the sea, but even inferior to the guardian who is enshrined in the Meiji Shrine.

After collecting and peeling off the residual souls of dozens of gods from the bottom of the sea, Fang Zuo had some general understanding of the so-called gods in Japan.

Although it is still relatively weak, if it weren't for that man's sword, its original form would still have reached some level.

This deity left Fang Zuo speechless.

"What god are you?" Fang Zuo asked.

"I am the hair care god?" the soul replied quickly.

"Hair care?" Fang Zuo said expressionlessly: "What hair care?"

"Sir, it's hair. It blesses people to not lose their hair." Shenhun himself was a little embarrassed: "Most of my believers are women."

Fang Zuolian's mind was so stunned that it became slightly dull.

Fang Zuo thought of countless gods, including mountain gods, tree gods, flower gods, and dogtail grass gods.

I just didn’t expect that Japan even has a god for hair.

The deity who protects against hair loss. "How many gods like you are there?" Fang Zuo asked.

"About eight million."

After hearing this, Fang Zuo probably understood why the Japanese Divine Kingdom had lost so much of its territory to a group of evil gods from other countries.

Grab your hand.

A golden light flashed, and the soul was annihilated.

Fang Zuo was too lazy to even refine this kind of soul power.

Only some incense and imprints of heaven and earth are left.

What Fang Zuo didn't expect was that this god of hair care actually had quite a lot of worshippers.

It seems that there are still many believers among the people.

Fang Zuo looked up at the vortex in the air.

The vortex then began to waver, and a force burst out and was poured into the body of a male Onmyoji in the deputy hall.

Fang Zuo's mind turned and he followed this force.

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After this power entered the Onmyoji's body, it slowly invaded his soul and left a mark.

Fang Zuo looked at the mark carefully.

A small formation for receiving incense.

Not only can it accept the infusion of incense, but it also bears an extremely refined imprint of faith.

Will slowly change and control his soul.

The vortex flashed rapidly, and waves of power flew out one after another.

They were put into the bodies of these chosen Sons of God.

Fang Zuo stopped the force flying towards Yingkong Kurumi, then grabbed the largest piece of the seal of heaven and earth obtained from the bottom of the sea and threw it into Yingkong Kurumi's soul.

Replace this power as a mark of incense faith.

Just after doing all this, Fang Zuo was surprised to find a small room not far from Yingkong Kurumi.

There was actually a woman who dispersed that force.

She has a beautiful and delicate face, long hair, and is wearing a large yellow sweater with a pair of white cotton panties underneath.

There is white lace on the edges of the panties.

A pair of beautiful legs that are round, white and smooth like fat, with proportions that are beyond imagination and curves that are so symmetrical and smooth that they are somewhat alluring.

He is only about 1.6 meters tall, but his legs are more than 1 meter long.

She stood in the room, quickly forming seals with her hands, creating a black barrier to block the power that was infecting her.

Then the continued wrestling slowly dissipates that power.

When it was all done, she showed a scornful smile on her face and continued to kneel down.

The two small and tight buttocks, which are not as full as Sakura Sora Kurumi's, sit on unparalleled beautiful legs.

Hiding together under the gown.

After doing all this, the vortex in the air slowly disappeared.

Yingkong Kurumi sat bored indoors and felt the unusual fluctuation of spiritual energy in the sky outside.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, her man appeared in front of her.

"Bad guy." Yingkong Kurumi hugged Fang Zuo and kissed him all over the face: "How do you know I'm thinking about you?"

"Because I've been watching you."

"Look at me? Where are you looking at me?" Yingkong Kurumi bit her lower lip, her face flushed, and she grabbed Fang Zuo's big hand and reached in.

"Here?" Placed on two small and full soft pieces.

"Or here?" He moved to his narrow and strong waist.

"Is it here?" He pulled her behind him and held up her plump buttocks.

"Or here?" Grabbing Fang Zuo's finger.

The place I want to be most.

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After Shinmura Jing finished washing up, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Even without makeup, she is still extremely charming.

Even my classmates in class could see the satisfaction on my face during this period.

They all asked themselves if they were in love.

Oh.

What kind of love is this?

Shinmura Akira laughed in her heart.

The ethereal things that only little girls want.

At my age, I don’t have much ambition, so what matters is not so important.

Looking in the mirror, I saw that I had another white hair on my head.

Shinmura Akira pulled out the white hair.

I was counting the days in my mind, wondering when I could invite Mr. Fang Zuo over for dinner again.

Akira Shinmura walked out of the bathroom and lay on the bed.

Pick up the phone from the bedside table.

But as soon as she cut it open and saw it, Shinmura Jing was so scared that she screamed.

The little hand trembled and threw the phone far away, shaking non-stop.

There was fear on his little face, his heart was beating fast, and he was gasping for breath.

It took a while before it gradually calmed down . The screen saver had been changed.

It was replaced by a short and fat woman, who was smiling at him.

The smile was kind but a little twisted.

(End of this chapter)