Chapter 32 [Shikigami: Demon King Shuten-doji] (Collect and read!)

Sakura Kurumi was very angry.

Not only was the camera on my phone turned on, but the flash as well.

It seemed that this man knew from the moment he came in that I was pretending to make a phone call, and he even deliberately watched me finish the performance.

I was so happy that I admired my own excellent acting skills.

This guy just wanted to see himself embarrassed.

Sakura Kurumi raised her red little face and saw the man grinning and blinking provocatively.

'Bang'

Yingkong Kurumi was so angry that she threw her phone aside.

'Boom.'

He kicked the door shut and pulled down the curtains.

It pounced towards Fang Zuo with its fangs and claws bared.

Press him tightly against the wall.

Her pink fists rained down on the man.

"Baka, baka, baka."

"Damn it! I let you laugh at me. I let you laugh at me."

"Still laughing, still laughing."

Fang Zuo let her hit him and put his big hands around her from behind.

Perfectly covers the two peach-shaped buttocks.

Clench your hands tightly.

His ten fingers sank deeply into the buttocks.

Yingkong Kurumi shuddered all over and stopped beating.

He breathed in and out rapidly, and his arms consciously hooked over his left neck.

Standing on tiptoe, she pressed her little mouth hard against mine, kissing, biting and licking.

It took quite some time.

Only then can the reaction of the extremely sensitive physique be exhausted.

Fang Zuo sat on the large office chair holding Yingkong Kurumi in his arms.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Another button was torn off his shirt.

His face and chest were a mess.

Except for the large trace of her saliva.

Lip marks, tooth marks, scratches, pinch marks, bite marks.

It was like entering a wild cat's den.

Just a kiss can bring disaster to yourself.

What would happen if this were done directly?

The back of a big hand rubbed her little face.

"Who sent the flowers?" Fang Zuo asked.

Sakura Kurumi groaned and moved her little head around to find a more comfortable position.

"Probably Takasuke Chima." She rolled her eyes. "Tokyo's blatant pursuit of me has been almost driven away by me."

"The Kyoto Psychic Detective?" Fang Zuo remembered him. His title was much easier to remember than his real name.

"Soga, the most outstanding generation of the Kyoto Takasuke family, a famous playboy in Kyoto." Yingkong Kurumi played with the buttons of Fang Zuo's shirt with her small hands: "Last time, the case department invited Zheng to come over and pursued me desperately."

"Which families are more powerful in Kyoto now?" Fang Zuo asked.

I have to go to Kyoto eventually to get the letter back from the Oda family, so I can learn more about it.

"It's hard to say." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "Kyoto is not like Tokyo. Many families are hiding underground."

"The Takasuke family is one of the more outstanding ones. The elders in the family are also members of the Tokyo Spiritual Dissenters Association. The family's inherited [Shikigami: Demon King Shuten Douji]"

"Is it stronger than your [Shikigami: Kaguya Touma]?" Fang Zuo changed the back of his hand that was stroking her little face to his fingers, feeling the different touch.

"Much more than that." Once talking about business, Sakura Kurumi's face became serious: "It is much stronger than the Sakura family's [Shikigami: Tang Style Oil-Paper Umbrella]."

“Although the major Onmyoji families have many powerful Shikigami hidden underwater, they also experiment and cultivate more powerful Shikigami.”

"But [Shikigami: Demon King Shuten Douji] is one of the most established Shikigami. It has experienced many wars and the rise and fall of dozens of families, and has been passed down."

An old-school shikigami?

So this [Shikigami: Ghost King Shuten-doji] means the purest ghost? Not some messy test product.

This is a great tonic for the broken Nascent Soul.

Fang Zuo was interested now.

Yingkong Huwalnut's little mouth bit Fang Zuo's chest hard.

"I'll go get rid of these flowers." She stood up and said, "These flies are really annoying, Bakayal, can't you do something serious?"

After Sakura Kurumi finished dealing with the flowers, she received a call from her boss and had to go to the Tokyo Police Department for a meeting.

The matter on the phone was urgent.

She told Fang Zuo not to live with Shiraishi Nagimitsu again, and then hurriedly rode away on her Kawasaki motorcycle.

Fang Zuo looked at the time. It was almost time for the appointment he had made with the beautiful cat-girl twins.

When we walked out of the Tokyo TV Tower, the night had already darkened a little.

Fang Zuo took a taxi and arrived at Kabukicho in Shinjuku.

It is still the same as usual here, with bright neon lights and numerous girls.

Along the way, he rejected many solicitations from guides and girls and bought a large piece of strawberry cream cake at the cake shop.

Fang turned left and came to the cat sister's shop.

The lights are dim.

There were no customers in the store.

Stools were also placed on the table.

There was no one inside the counter, only four pink cat ears whispering.

"What should we do, Onei-chan? We won't be able to make any money after closing down. How are we going to support ourselves? What about all these little Nyas?"

"I don't know either. The kids in Fukushima are waiting for us to send them money. I heard they can't fish there anymore."

"Wow! One-chan, I'm so sad. I can't eat strawberry cream cake anymore."

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

"Baga, eating will be a problem in the future, and you are still thinking about strawberry cream cake."

"Wow! It's all Ona-chan's fault. You ate the last piece."

"Baga, you've kept it for two days. It's going to go bad if you don't eat it now."

"Isn't it that they can't bear to eat it? The money has been sent, and it's hard to buy a piece."

"Hey~~Aren't we talking about how to make money? Why are we talking about strawberry cream cake again?"

"Really? I forgot. Woohoo, what should we do? How about we become 'clay stick cats'?"

"Eh~~? 'Clay Cat'?"

"Yes, Zhimei made a lot of money from being a 'mud stick cat'. She can eat five, no, ten pieces of strawberry cream cake a day."

"Eh~~? Siguoyi! But how to make a 'Clay Cat'? I'm so worried!"

Bang.

There was a noise on the counter.

The four pink cat ears were startled.

The hairs stood up.

The shaking continued.

"Oune-chan, look, strawberry cream cake." The cat girl leaned her head forward and was about to reach out to take it.

"Stop, Imota." The cat girl stopped her sister vigilantly and looked up: "Ah, it's you, Lord Devil."

"Hey~~." The younger sister poked half of her head out from behind her elder sister: "I remember you, a very poor devil, with only 2,000 yen."

Fang Zuo: It seems that these two beautiful twin girls have completely forgotten their agreement.

"I'm here to see your Aunt Fox. What do you mean? Do you want to see me?" Fang Zuo said, "This cake is a gift for you."

"Aligato! Aunt Fox agreed to see you." My sister quickly bowed to express her gratitude.

"Oune-chan, Lord Devil you are such a good person!" The younger sister quickly dipped her finger in a piece of cream and started licking it.

Fang Zuo followed the sisters and walked around several old neighborhoods in Shinjuku.

We arrived at the door of a dilapidated one-story single-family building.

"Master Demon, Aunt Fox and a group of her clansmen rent this place." The elder sister said respectfully, "I wonder if she has finished get off work yet."

Still working so late? You don't look like a senior.

Fang Zuo had some questions.

"What kind of job does she do?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Be a rickshaw puller." My sister answered quickly while licking the strawberry cream cake.

Fang Zuo: Fang Zuo knows the rickshaw pullers in Neon. They are the rickshaws in Beijing, the kind pulled by people.

It's hard work, but you can make a lot of money.

A master as a driver? That's even more impossible.

But what puzzled Fang Zuo even more was that there were quite a few young girls working as rickshaw drivers in Tokyo.

Aunt Fox sounds quite old, she can’t be a young girl, right?

Suddenly, Fang narrowed his left eye.

Staring at the house, he smiled.

"Are you sure that the fox aunt you're talking about is really a rickshaw driver?"

The evil spirit in the house is not simple! Hmm? No.

It's the smell of a human soul!

This fox aunt has eaten a lot of people.

Good job.

Fang Zuo sneered.

It fell into the hands of the Taoist priest.

It has been many years since I last did any work to eliminate demons and defend the way of justice.

"Hi, Arigato!" A rickshaw driver dressed like a Japanese headscarf and mask came over from the next intersection.

The whole body is wrapped tightly.

"Fox-chan!" the two sisters shouted in unison.

Fang Zuo was stunned! Is this Aunt Fox? Who is the old demon in the room who has swallowed countless human souls?

I get up early in the morning to update, but often the update is delayed due to review. Newbie, please encourage me! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)