Chapter 26 Mother and daughter are tied up, her man! (Please read)

"What?" Minamikawa Keiko couldn't believe that there was such an ungentlemanly man.

Fang Zuo was too lazy to pay attention to her and walked around Nanchuan Jingzi and continued to go downstairs.

The man went downstairs so quickly that he didn't have time to think about it.

Da da da.

Keiko Minamikawa hurriedly chased after him in small steps.

"Private Marseille, I. I beg you."

The sound is like a mosquito.

"I can't hear it." Fang Zuo prepared to go around again.

"Qiaodou sack." Nanchuan Jingzi gritted her teeth and shouted to Fang Zuo.

A deep 90-degree bow.

Revealing a slender, white neck.

Then he raised his little head and truly let himself go.

The pretty little face showed a pleading expression: "Please lend me clothes, Fujino-kun, private Marseille, please."

Fang Zuo nodded with satisfaction.

He reached out and slowly lifted up her little face, allowing her to straighten her back.

Take off your suit jacket and squat slightly.

It was tied affectionately around Keiko Minamikawa's soft and white waist.

This gentle behavior at this moment made Minamikawa Keiko feel that Fang Zuo was her man.

It seems that this man is not so hateful.

After tying.

Fang Zuo kindly pinched the cloth next to Nanchuan Jingzi's bulge.

Just pull it gently.

Help her pull out the fabric that had sunk deeply into her.

Na.?

Na.Ni? Keiko Minamikawa opened her big red lips, her head was filled with blood and she was going crazy.

So shameful.

A blank.

There is such a man?

I can't believe there are men who are so brave.

But the pleasure at that moment reminded her that this was real.

Before she could react, the man whispered in her ear again: "Remember to wash my clothes and return them to me. You smell a bit strong."

After saying this, the man walked downstairs nonchalantly.

Leaving her brain empty.

Just when Minamikawa Keiko hadn't reacted to all this and her little face was blushing and feeling a little painful.

This hateful man actually turned around and smiled, saying, "I forgot to tell you that something special might happen tonight, so don't miss me too much then."

Baka, baka, baka.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Go to hell, damn man.

Die, die, die.

Keiko Minamikawa kicked the wall madly in anger, as if she was kicking this hateful man.

Only after he slowly regained consciousness did he limp downstairs, enduring the pain in his feet.

This is the first time in my life that a man has driven me crazy.

Fujino, I will remember you.

When Fang Zuo walked downstairs, it was already dark.

I explained the follow-up events to the police and avoided being interviewed by a bunch of reporters.

He got into the taxi and looked inside at his Nascent Soul.

The scabbard was held in the hand of the still thin Yuanying.

The mark of the soul on it had long been erased by the original owner.

Fang Zuo easily refined it and made it his own.

The cypress tree planted by Emperor Huangdi is the oldest surviving cypress tree in China.

The ancient Jianmu was destroyed in the prehistoric times.

The countless remaining trees were also consumed by the powerful ones.

That person waited for a hundred years before he saw the extremely yang thunder that struck the tree.

The lightning-struck wood from this cypress tree is almost the best refining material available in modern society.

Not only does it contain heavenly thunder, but it also has thousands of years of incense from the people in the Xuanyuan Temple.

As a sword cultivator, he thought so proudly.

Only this kind of material is worthy of being his sword and scabbard.

Before this, he was revered as the last sword immortal in the world.

But there is not even a sword.

Just like Fang Zuo himself, although he is unanimously recognized as the last spiritual genius who can ascend to heaven in modern society.

But he still failed to overcome the tribulation.

Bitter.

Fang Zuo sighed.

But he has not yet died, so he still has a chance.

Suddenly, the magic weapon of lotus silk underpants protective gear in Dantian kept jumping.

Fang Zuo suddenly opened his eyes and sneered, "There really are people who are not afraid of death."

No longer stingy with his spiritual energy, he had disappeared into the back seat of the taxi.

The taxi driver was almost scared to death.

While staring at the back seat with trepidation, he turned the car around and drove towards Sensō-ji Temple to find an Onmyoji to exorcise the ghost.

On the elevated road out of Tokyo.

Shiraishi Nagihiru and Oda Yui were tied back to back in the back seat of a Lexus.

A young man was sitting in the passenger seat holding a sharp knife.

Both eyes are dark, without pupils.

He was mumbling something to himself, but no one knew what he was saying.

The driver who had driven Shiraishi Nagimitsu for many years also remained silent.

His eyes were lifeless, staring blankly ahead.

Turning the steering wheel mechanically.

The two of them were like puppets, being controlled from afar.

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"Oka-san, I'm scared." Oda Yui said tremblingly.

Tears fell silently from the big eyes.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was also shaking uncontrollably, and could only suppress her voice: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

"Will Onii-chan come to save us?"

"I will."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked out the window in despair.

This is the direction to Kyoto, which is getting farther and farther away from Tokyo.

She knew where this was going.

Go to that scary old man.

The Oda family would never let go of these two sacrifices, himself and his daughter.

Even if she waits until her man finds out, it will be too late.

"Owner."

At this moment, in Shiraishi Nagimitsu's heart, there was no politics and no votes.

Only that man.

Strong chest.

A warm hug.

Give yourself a feeling of fullness and violent impact.

Thinking of this, Shiraishi Nagimitsu couldn't help but blush. She swallowed and clamped her legs together tightly.

Try not to let your throat tremble.

She seemed to have forgotten about death.

Be calm.

Only this kind of satisfied emotion and desire can suppress endless fear.

The next moment, Shiraishi Nagimitsu's vision changed.

I have returned to the familiar living room of the villa.

The rope on his body has fallen off.

Next to him is his daughter.

The man who obsessed her was sitting on the sofa, looking at her with a smile.

"Owner."

"Onii-chan."

The two of them rushed towards Fang Zuo with tears on their faces.

One on the left and one on the right, hugging each other tightly.

He burst into tears uncontrollably.

There was no other conversation. I just cried out all my fear in Fang Zuo's warm embrace and the familiar smell.

Fang Zuo cast a sleeping spell on the mother and daughter.

Stand up.

The shirt on his body was completely wet with tears.

He walked over to the driver and the boy who were bound by spiritual power, and looked at them carefully with interest.

"Come out." Fang Zuo said calmly, "Don't force me to catch you out."

The boy and the driver rolled their eyes at the same time.

Boom.

Lying straight on the ground.

A puff of black smoke rose from the two men's mouths, circling in the air before gathering together.

The black smoke rolled continuously, and a three-dimensional old man's face appeared.

Lifelike.

It looks like a three-dimensional black and white ink painting.

You can even clearly see age spots on his face.

"Tell me, how did you learn the Taoist art of incantation?" Fang Zuo sat back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

Judging from the techniques alone, this old man's technique is the most authentic Taoist Zhuyou technique and has not gone astray.

It's not like the fist and martial arts god of Omi Hachiman, nor is it like the shikigami of the Sakurasora family.

The way forward is completely blocked.

Fang Zuo was very curious.

And at this moment, more than ten kilometers away, in Minamikawa Keiko's apartment.

The woman's face was flushed, she was moaning and shaking uncontrollably.

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(End of this chapter)