Chapter 11: Tang style umbrella demon, what a joke!
"Hey! Leave it to me."
The Tang Feng Oil-Paper Umbrella Monster floated in front of Yingkong Hutao.
The bulging eyes grew a lot bigger, almost as big as a normal person's head.
The pupil inside swayed from side to side, and the bloodshot veins were as thick as hemp ropes and covered with spider webs.
"Ms. Yingkong Kurumi, I am familiar with your mother. Please don't make things difficult for the Yingkong family, okay?"
Sakura Kurumi remained silent.
The Tang-style oil-paper umbrella demon floated around Yingkong Walnut, blinking its eyes.
"I will stimulate all the spiritual power in you and increase your sensitivity several times."
"You should know that your True Spirit Masters are inherently more sensitive than others."
"At that time, even a slight prick of a needle will cause you several times the pain."
"Besides, there are many torture instruments here."
"Ms. Sakura Kurumi, you still have a chance to choose."
"Stop being stubborn."
Beads of sweat appeared on Yingkong Kurumi's head, but her snow-white face was still gritting her teeth stubbornly.
Unable to wait for a response, the umbrella demon waved the handle of its umbrella.
The eyeball was separated from the parachute, with dozens of blood threads connecting it to the parachute.
A beam of white light shot out from the pupil.
It shot directly onto Sakura Sora Kurumi's body.
In less than a few seconds, Sakurazora Kurumi's face turned red.
The touch sensation of the skin all over the body is enhanced several times.
The originally smooth leather jacket gradually became rough.
Following your breathing, rubbing against your skin.
The elastic bands of the bust and T-back seem to be slowly tightening into the body.
“It’s just a 2x improvement.”
The big eyeballs on the head supported the increasingly long blood vessels, swaying in the air.
Like an octopus, dancing its tentacles.
"When it's 10 times, you'll feel like breathing is like being cut by a knife."
"Every time you breathe in and out, the airflow is like a steel knife, dividing your organs."
The eyeball sighed, and the pupils expanded and shrank: "Don't resist stubbornly."
"It's a shikigami you can't get. There's no loss for Miss Sakura Kurumi to cancel the contract."
Seeing that Yingkong Kurumi was still gritting her teeth and holding on, a few blood vessels behind her eyeballs broke off and moved around her leather jacket like tentacles.
One of them crawled into the zipper of the shiny black leather jacket.
Sakura Kurumi gritted her teeth and tried hard to control her throat so that no sound would come out.
In less than a few seconds, most of my hair was wet.
"What are you doing?" Fang Zuo appeared behind him silently.
The old man and the middle-aged man looked back in disbelief.
How could a young man appear here silently?
"Who are you?" The old man and the middle-aged man moved a few steps calmly to form a corner formation.
"Fujino-kun, save me." Sakura Kurumi said with difficulty.
"Fujino? Are you from the Exorcist Guard?" The old man waved his hand.
The eyeball behind him retracted its blood vessels and returned to the umbrella.
The surrounding space vibrates.
The next moment, Tang Feng's oil umbrella appeared behind Fang Zuo.
"How did you get to this floor?" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, then took out a Japanese wind chime and shook it.
"Is it difficult to walk up here?" Fang looked around with his left hand, then smiled at the woman tied up opposite him and said, "Captain Yingkong Kurumi, are you okay?"
"Why did you come here alone?" Yingkong Kurumi's evil magic did not retreat. She gritted her teeth and endured the heightened senses, trying not to let out a shameful moan: "Baga, run away, run away!"
She tried hard to shout out this sentence, her face full of despair. How could there be such a stupid man who actually came to save her alone?
Who does he think he is.
"Father, the shikigami below didn't respond." The middle-aged man had a solemn expression on his face.
"Is there anyone else?" The old man in kimono slowly took off half of his kimono diagonally, revealing the right half of his body.
And a shriveled right arm covered with spells.
"Hey, I can't sense other people." Tang Feng Umbrella Demon chuckled, his eyes rolling around: "Now I can have some fun with living people."
"The five hundred year old ghost is the strongest ghost in this building. Your family has spent a lot of time cultivating it from generation to generation." Fang Zuo glanced at the Tang Feng Umbrella Demon and shook his head: "In order to be able to drive it, you forced it into a spiritual tool."
“It’s like holding a sharp blade in your hand. You want to swing it, but you’re afraid of hurting yourself.”
"Instead of trying to improve your swordsmanship, you put a scabbard on this sharp blade that can't be taken off."
"This method is simply a joke."
The kimono-clad old man slowly straightened his hunched body, his eyes gleaming with brilliance: "Who on earth are you?"
Fang Zuosha stared at the talisman on the kimono old man with interest: "Ancient witch script?"
"No." Fang Zuo shook his head and smiled: "You copied the Taoist mantra so poorly that even I can't tell."
"I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. Where did the shikigami of this building go?" The middle-aged man put his right hand into the center of his left palm and slowly pulled out a black dagger.
The dagger was covered with various blinking compound eyes, which was extremely disgusting.
"You sacrificed yourself to control this demonic dagger?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows: "You are really cruel."
"Catch him and interrogate him slowly." The old man in kimono shouted, and his shriveled arms covered with talismans became extremely strong and muscular as if they were inflated.
The Tang Feng Umbrella Monster behind Fang Zuo rolled his eyes and a black light froze Fang Zuo.
The middle-aged man shouted and threw the dagger.
The compound eyes on the dagger sprayed out web-like spider silk, covering Fang Zuo.
The old man in kimono gathered his strength and punched Fang Zuo with his huge right fist.
Fang Zuo smiled slightly.
First, he completely ignored the black light, grabbed the umbrella monster, and gently broke it in two.
Throw it on the ground.
Then blow gently.
A three-colored true fire appeared out of nowhere and burned the spider web into pieces.
Then he punched the old man's huge right arm.
'Pah.'
There was a sound of bones breaking, and the old man's arms fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
"Certainly."
Fang Zuo used his spiritual power to restrain the middle-aged man who wanted to escape.
The old man in kimono rolled over under Fang Zuo's feet in pain.
Fang Zuo kicked him away casually like trash.
There was a flash of golden light in his hand, and the umbrella monster on the ground was sucked into a ball of black gas by the golden light.
"Such a dirty ghost, I am so disgusted that I don't even want to eat it."
He casually threw the black air and the evil god's divine consciousness together.
As the black air was sucked out of the Tangfeng Umbrella Demon, its huge eyeballs stopped moving.
It slowly turned gray, and then with a 'boom' it turned into ashes.
Only a broken ordinary oil-paper umbrella was left.
"Do you want them dead or alive?"
Fang Zuo asked the stunned Yingkong Kurumi.
At this moment, Sakura Kurumi was so shocked that she was speechless.
Although he asked Fang Zuo for help before being caught, he was more hoping that he would report to the Tokyo Exorcist Guard.
He brought his team to rescue him. After all, no Onmyoji family was willing to have a complete falling out with the government.
This is also the biggest reason why she joined the Tokyo Exorcist Guard.
Who knew that after gritting his teeth and persevering, the person he was waiting for was Fang Zuo alone.
But at that moment of despair, it only lasted a few seconds.
Everything she saw was so unbelievable that she even forgot to sense the sensitive parts of her body.
"Do you want them to live or die?" Fang Zuo asked again impatiently.
"Let them go. They have people in the Security Department now. I will take back everything that belongs to me myself." Sakura Kurumi said with difficulty.
Still struggling to resist the excitement of the body.
"You guys go." Fang Zuo frowned and retracted his magic.
The middle-aged man hurriedly helped the old man in kimono up and was about to walk out the door.
"Tonight, this building will be transferred to my name. With your family's power, you should know who I am." Fang Zuo said calmly, "Remember, tonight! Otherwise, I will come to take it tomorrow."
After saying this, Fang Zuo walked towards Yingkong Kurumi with interest without paying any attention to the two people who fled.
She was wearing a fitted shiny black leather jacket and was sweating profusely as she struggled to hold on.
Fang Zuo snapped his fingers and untied the rope.
Sakura Kurumi propped herself up and stretched her leather jacket.
It also reveals her fitted curves, making the arc fuller and firmer.
With the unique luster of leather jacket, it creates waves with the rise and fall of breathing.
His feet felt numb and he fell towards Fang Zuo.
Fang Zuo hugged her tightly.
The rich scent of sweat from the woman in my arms.
Intertwined with the smell of women's excited hormones.
Seeing Fang Zuo's nose twitching, Yingkong Kurumi became even more shy.
"Baka!" she cursed coquettishly.
Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.
“Pah.”
The big hand slapped her perky buttocks hard.
(End of this chapter)
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