Chapter 142 The Punishment of the Beautiful Woman

You deserve it.

You damned traitors.

Tomigen Nako looked at the wriggling tentacles slowly approaching Sakura Himiko and Akira Niimura, and her face, covered with suture scars, showed an expression of fanatical excitement, as if dozens of centipedes were twisting on her face.

Extremely hideous.

The tentacles were closest to Shinmura Jing and wrapped around her ankles, leaving a string of blood-red marks on the skin of her calves, then they crawled upwards.

Shinmura Jing, whose emotions were high and whose legs were soaked, could not accept the roller coaster-like fluctuations for a moment and fainted instantly out of fright.

And Sakura Feiguang stared at the tentacles that were approaching her quickly with her beautiful eyes and struggled frantically.

The ropes were tied tightly, but it was completely futile.

The ugly evil god in the middle of the magic circle finally crawled out.

The face was blurred, tentacles were flying all over the body, and sticky liquid was dripping.

The black skin would occasionally arch out to reveal a face with cursed features and hand prints, trying to break free from the body.

suddenly.

The evil god seemed to have discovered something.

The tentacles stopped moving, then retracted at an incredibly fast speed.

He curled up his body vigilantly and stared outside the door.

"Not bad, you can use some divine perception, and it's good that you can figure these out." Fang Zuo walked in and looked up and down at this evil god who had no skills and could only rely on swallowing souls to merge and advance:

"But you have swallowed so many souls into your body and you couldn't refine them. Now they keep biting you. Aren't you sad?"

Tomigen Nako saw the scene she expected, and stopped abruptly because of the man who suddenly broke in.

He turned his terrifying and ferocious face and stared at Fang Zuo fiercely.

"Go to hell." He shouted and stabbed towards Fang Zuo while grabbing the cross.

But he couldn't take even one step. His body became stiff and couldn't move. He just stood there in a daze.

His eyes bulged out in disbelief.

A tentacle suddenly inserted into her throat, grabbed a short and fat soul that was struggling madly, and then retracted into the evil god's body.

The evil god showed a flattering smile on his dark head and bowed slightly to Fang Zuo.

Suddenly he opened his mouth wide and released dozens of cursed souls which pounced towards Fang Zuo.

He turned into a black shadow, stuck to the ground, and disappeared into the room.

Fang Zuo waved his hand casually, and the cursed soul that was rushing towards him flew away.

Looking at the direction where the evil god fled, he sneered.

"Mr. Fang Zuo." Fei Guangying excitedly called to Fang Zuo, her face full of tear marks, and her buttocks and curves from being clamped for so long had become swollen and purple.

Shinmura Jing's skin turned dark purple due to being bound by hemp rope for a long time.

Fang Zuo waved his hand, and the two men disappeared.

He appeared in the sky.

This basement is in a house next to Sakura Kimitsu's house.

The evil god desperately moved underground, fleeing towards Kansai.

And Sakura Kimitsu changed her view and found herself in the living room of her own house.

The ropes on his body had fallen off and Shinmura Jing was still unconscious on the ground.

Both of their legs were still wet.

After escaping, Sakura Feiguang took a deep breath.

The suppressed emotions in my heart cannot be dissipated.

Looking at the unconscious Shinmura Jing, he remembered how it was she who pushed him out without any bottom line.

Completely disregarding the friendship we once had.

The anger in her heart grew stronger and stronger, her beautiful eyes stared at the Aries-like body, her brows furrowed.

What to do with her.

He walked up and kicked hard at the soft and purple part of Shinmura Jing's body.

Shinmura Jing's body trembled and she let out an unconscious moan.

Even when he was unconscious, he still didn't forget to seduce people with his voice.

This loose woman.

Fei Guangying became even more angry, but due to her good family education, she didn't even have many words to curse, let alone how to beat someone up.

That kick just now was already her limit.

Sakura Kimitsu suddenly remembered her own experience and thought of Rena Morisawa.

How did that Yamaguchi-gumi woman treat me?

A mismatched sneer appeared on Fei Guangying's dignified and elegant little face.

Maybe I can learn it myself.

He took out a bunch of plastic drawstrings from the drawer, then opened the closet and took out a thin cowhide belt to match the clothes.

With an evil smile on his face, he walked towards Shinmura Jing, who was still lying naked on the ground, knowing nothing.

After Fang Zuo found the evil god's breath, he took a light step forward and instantly blocked the evil god.

Without saying much, this lowly thing dares to call itself a god.

He slapped down with his backhand.

The surrounding spiritual pressure is raging, imprisoning this world.

The huge golden palm print firmly grabbed the evil god out of the ground.

No matter how he struggled it was of no avail.

Countless green smoke rose from the golden palm print.

It was reduced to ashes in an instant.

Leaving behind a bunch of ghosts standing there in a daze.

I don't know what happened.

Fang Zuo glanced around and turned to leave.

But suddenly he noticed something and stopped again.

Carefully observe the movements of this group of ghosts.

This group of ghosts is surprisingly inconsistent.

The ghosts of China have their own laws and rules, knowing where they should go and where they should not go.

If anyone disobeys the rules, the Ox-Headed, Horse-Faced City God and his little devil will come to arrest them.

These ghosts were somewhat confused and hesitated and wandered around.

After being confused, several cursed souls with strong resentment, emitting a fascinating aura, floated towards the city of Tokyo, obviously unwilling to die like this.

It looks like the Tokyo Exorcist Guard will be busy again tonight.

A group of ghosts stayed where they were, some expectant and some resigned to their fate, and then slowly dispersed.

Some of them were attached to plants, some burrowed into rocks, as if waiting for something. A few thin ghosts even simply disappeared into the world.

There were also two groups of ghosts walking slowly towards Kansai.

Although the directions are similar, the destinations are actually different, some are further north and some are further south.

There are only dozens of ghosts in total, and they have four different destinations.

Fang Zuo also didn't understand how the rules here worked.

Fang Zuo didn't bother to care about those who were going to Tokyo and those who stayed where they were, but he was a little curious about the two groups of ghosts heading west.

Where are they going?

Fang Zuo separated two wisps of divine consciousness and attached them to the two groups of ghosts going to Guanxi, wanting to see where they were going.

Then he got up and prepared to return to Tokyo Women's University.

The phone vibrated and a message came.

Mr. Fang Zuo, can you come over to my place for a moment?

News about Sakura Hikari.

Fang Zuo frowned, and the next moment he appeared in Fei Guangying's living room.

The room was filled with a strong smell of memories and women's hormones.

In the darkness, Fei Guangying was kneeling on the ground waiting for Fang Zuo.

A white and fragrant body.

Unlike the sweat stains all over his body just now, it has been washed clean.

She was wearing a white lace bra and a white thong, the straps of which were so tight that they were invisible in her slightly plump buttocks.

The soft and tender buttocks sat on his calves, with two lumps of white buttock flesh flowing down.

See Fang Zuo appear.

Fei Guangying looked at Fang Zuo with joy, shyness but anticipation.

Her beautiful eyes were watery as she carefully re-drew her eyebrows.

The curved eyebrows are like distant ink, which makes the little face look more mature and beautiful.

The red lips that had been re-applied with lipstick opened slightly, exhaling hot breath, with a little stickiness at the corners of the lips.

The well-maintained, fair little face slowly developed a blush of spring love.

Fei Guangying felt as if she had returned to the first unconscious state of a girlhood.

Looking forward to it.

The last time, I called Fang Zuo under the pressure of Rena Morisawa.

But this time it was entirely her own wish.

Fei Guangying's body was trembling with excitement.

Shinmura Jing, who was beside her, had tiny purple streaks all over her body.

With long hair loose.

He laid on the sofa with his hands, crawling like a sheep.

There were crisscross purple marks on both buttocks.

But it was so painful that my body was still shaking slightly as if I had been electrocuted.

Yet his face was still filled with unquenchable desire.

These pains instead evoked the most primitive and wild needs in her body.

He even blamed Fei Guangying in his heart, why she lost her strength after just a few strokes.

Ever since I had a meal with that man, it seemed that only pain could arouse a little satisfaction.

Neither of them spoke in the darkness.

It was so quiet that only the sound of small and rapid breathing could be heard.

"Higuchi Sakura, Principal?" the man said playfully.

When Xincun Jing heard the familiar voice, she looked up suddenly, and in surprise, she propped up her weak body and rushed towards Fang Zuo, hugging one of Fang Zuo's legs tightly and rubbing it.

He kept grabbing his trouser legs with both hands, smelling the scent of Fang Zuo's body, his eyes showing an intoxicated look.

When Sakura Higashige heard the word "Principal" which was emphasized on purpose, the blush on her face became even brighter.

This identity was like a fire that completely ignited Sakura Feiguang.

"Yes, it's me." Fei Guangying knelt down and moved forward desperately, hugging Fang Zuo's other leg tightly.

In the dim light, the white body trembled slightly.

She murmured, "I am the most dignified and elegant principal who left behind the teachings of Japanese women's virtues. I am Sakura Hikari."

"We are all clean. Fang Zuojun."

Two snow-white, raised buttocks stood high side by side.

One was smooth and soft, the other was covered with purple marks.

Shaking slightly.

The Imperial Palace in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

Emperor Naruhito is playing the violin.

As a graduate of the history department, he has a wide range of interests.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

He is very proficient in horse riding, painting and basketball.

Especially the violin, which has reached the level of being able to play in a studio, and has participated in several large-scale concerts.

"The time has come, she is here, His Majesty the Emperor." The entourage of the Imperial Palace came in and said in a low voice.

Emperor Naruhito nodded, put the violin aside, sat on the sofa and waited for the guests to arrive.

It is said that she is a new special envoy and staff officer sent by the US military base in Japan, and is also a foreign female pastor of the Protestant Church.

Just based on the words "American envoy", I must meet her.

Even though he is the emperor.

But.

Even in various eras in Japan, most of the time, the word "Emperor" was just an honorary title.

There is no power, just a display.

Not to mention that now, everything in Japan is under high-pressure control by the United States.

When I heard that the special envoy was Japanese.

The Emperor was somewhat looking forward to seeing her.

'Da da da.'

There was the sound of wooden clogs tapping on the marble floor.

Emperor Naruhito hurriedly stood up to greet him, but the moment he saw him, he was stunned.

A beautiful woman in a kimono walked in.

She has a Japanese-style bun, a gentle face and charming eyes.

The light cherry-colored lipstick was only applied to a large area in the middle.

The curve of her red lips was slightly upturned, and she was smiling faintly.

"Brother, long time no see."

Saeko looked at the violin next to the sofa with contempt, then looked around the hall.

"Nothing has changed, brother. You still like to play with these meaningless things."

Emperor Naruhito's expression gradually turned cold: "Why are you back, Saeko."

"Why can't I come back?" Saeko chuckled: "This is not only your home, it's also my home."

"You have been expelled from the Imperial Palace." Emperor Naruhito pointed to the door and said, "Please leave. From the day you are expelled, you are no longer welcome here."

"Really? But I'm back, dear brother." Saeko stepped back and sat on the sofa, her white thighs faintly visible in her kimono. "As a special envoy of the United States, I come with greetings from the President of the United States. It seems impolite to ask me to leave, brother."

"Do you want to expose Japan to diplomatic accusations? The compensation that needs to be paid when the time comes cannot be solved by Japan buying a little more U.S. debt."

Emperor Naruhito's face turned pale: "Why did you come back?"

"What are you doing?" Saeko took the violin next to her and gently plucked it, applying a little force with her slender hands.

'Bang.'

A string broke.

"To get back what I lost, of course."

"Humph, who do you think you are? You have already betrayed the Japanese people and Shintoism." Emperor Naruhito looked at Saeko sarcastically: "Even if I give all this to you, will the people be happy? Will Shintoism agree?"

"You must have made a mistake, brother. You are an incompetent emperor, but you are still an incompetent emperor." Saeko broke another string of the violin: "You are a history student. Have you ever paid attention to the history of our family? How did the emperors of each generation plan to regain our own power?"

"And have you done anything for this family?"

"No, you didn't do anything, you were just playing with this useless thing." Saeko pinched her hand, inserted her five fingers into the violin case, and tore it into pieces like a cardboard box.

"You are nothing but charity from Shintoism and the Japanese people. I don't care what the people think, or whether Shintoism agrees or not. This island nation belongs to our family. When that day comes, I'm afraid they won't even be able to protect themselves."

Saeko stood up and clapped her hands: "Okay, I just came to see how you are taking care of our family, brother. It seems that you are doing well."

"Thank you then. I'll go to my old room and you don't have to accompany me."

"Go on playing your violin. I'm sorry I broke it."

After saying this, she smiled mockingly, stretched out a snow-white thigh, and kicked the violin at her feet with the fingers holding the clogs.

Turn around and leave.

Yokota Air Base in Tama, Tokyo, Japan.

Inside the headquarters office.

Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp was smoking a cigar and hugging a naked, smiling Japanese girl.

"General, Miss Saeko went to see Emperor Naruhito and did not inform us." The Secretary General said softly, holding the document.

"Go ahead." Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp said, "Our military region does not need to be involved in matters like this."

"But," the secretary general said, "recently many soldiers in the base have become much more pious, praying and attending church services on time, and even their training is not as standard as this."

"Colonel, you don't have to worry about these." Lieutenant General of the Air Force Rich Rupp squeezed and rubbed the girl hard with his big hands. The girl showed a painful expression but still did not dare to say a word.

"You have been following me since you were a corporal. I don't want to see anything happen to you. There are some things you are not qualified to know, but I still need to explain them to you."

"The United States is in a very bad position. We are no longer ahead in technology, economy, and even military. I am afraid that in a few years, we will lose our position as the unilateral hegemon, and the world's pattern will be rewritten."

"Our army may still have some deterrent power now, but not much more."

"Although we don't quite understand what's going on with the Japanese Divine Kingdom this time, our soldiers only need to follow orders and cooperate, but this seems to be the last chance for the United States of America."

"You don't know what this woman is good for, and you don't need to know."

"Do you think our only opponent is the Japanese Divine Kingdom? You are wrong."

"Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy, and even Judaism, which has a small number of members now, who is not eyeing this place covetously?"

"Even recently, there have been a number of deaths and injuries in North America, all caused by religious conflicts between Catholics and Protestants."

"Wait, General, don't we have a good relationship with Catholicism? After all, it is a branch of Judaism?" The Secretary General said hesitantly. His family are all Catholics.

"There are still many Catholics in the country. We get along well, don't we?"

"Haha." Lieutenant General of the Air Force Rich Rupp held a cigar in his mouth, blew out a heavy puff of smoke, and held the Japanese girl on his lap.

"Getting along well? Let me ask you, among all the presidents of the United States, are there any Catholics?" Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp's expression changed with the strength of his force:

"Things aren't as simple as you think, especially when it comes to religion."

"But President Kennedy is a Catholic, General," the Secretary General replied.

"So, he was assassinated, but he had only been in office for less than two years." Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp sneered, "What do the Protestant saints and several knights do?"

"Then, 18 key witnesses died one after another, and within 10 years, 115 relevant witnesses committed suicide or were murdered in various bizarre incidents."

"In the end, it was a personal act to draw a historical conclusion."

"History is like the bitch under me. Anyone can fuck her as long as you are the winner."

Air Force Lieutenant General Rich Rupp's body suddenly trembled.

His face turned red.

He breathed heavily and closed his eyes, ending his ferocious expression.

He stood up, picked up the whiskey and took a big gulp with an expressionless face.

He left the office with his legs weak and holding the Japanese girl in his arms.

The Secretary General looked at Air Force Vice Admiral Ricky Rupp as he left.

A former U.S. Air Force flying hero, he still holds the highest flight hours in U.S. Air Force history.

He has made numerous achievements in the Gulf War, the Afghanistan War and the Iraq War.

He was once an idol in the hearts of countless soldiers.

He is the representative of American soldiers.

But now he.

It seems just like what he said, just like America today.

I can't hold on for more than a few minutes.

————————

He ignored the two beautiful women lying dead on the wet ground with their bodies piled together and their snow-white limbs intertwined.

Fang Zuo returned to her room at Tokyo Women's University in the morning.

The divine sense swept over briefly.

Momoki Kanonai is still sleeping. Ever since she got injured, she seems to be sleeping a lot.

Still sleeping in an exaggerated posture.

And Nagano Rei's room was empty.

Fang Zuo vaguely remembered that today seemed to be the martial arts finals in the Kanto region.

Nagano Rei invited him to watch several times, but he refused.

The two groups of ghosts that the divine consciousness attached to were also quite fast.

One group seemed to be approaching Nara and preparing to enter the Shikoku region, while the other group entered the San'in region of western Japan and would soon reach the birthplace of the ancient country of Izumo.

Fang Zuo followed the group of ghosts with his mind and kept observing them.

But suddenly, an extremely strong sword energy seemed to burst out from the distant sky.

Fang Zuo looked up and saw that the direction was Tokyo Ariake Arena.

The place where I met Zhang Benhe was also the venue for Nagano Rei's final.

At the same time.

An unparalleled fist force blasted out into the sky.

The sword energy was scattered in all directions.

Fang Zuo narrowed his eyes.

Who made Zhang Benhe so angry?

The next moment, Fang Zuo appeared in the arena.

Next to Nagano Rei.

Nagano Rei's face was already covered in tears, and her body was twitching with sadness.

Looking at Fang Zuo who suddenly appeared, her little face, which was already full of tears, felt even more aggrieved.

Like a bullied child who suddenly saw the person he trusted the most, he threw himself into Fang Zuo's arms.

He grabbed Fang Zuo's shirt with both hands, choking with sobs and unable to speak fully.

(End of this chapter)