Chapter 166 Sister-in-law Comes to the Door
Fang Zuo shook his head as he looked at the Holy Spirit soul that was trembling in his hands and kneeling in his palm begging for mercy.
Even though this Holy Spirit was already very powerful and he needed to use his Nascent Soul and scabbard, which had not yet fully recovered, to quickly get rid of it, it was still not as powerful as he had imagined.
He pinched it casually, ignoring the Holy Spirit's pleading, and crushed and refined the Holy Spirit's soul.
Looking at the seal of heaven and earth next to the Nascent Soul, this is the so-called throne of God. Then what is the New Testament royal power?
In the dormitory, Nagano Rei was already fast asleep. The tiny bit of fabric of her erotic lingerie had been rolled back and forth and moved away. She was still holding a check in her little hand and mumbling something, some incomprehensible talking in her sleep.
In the dormitory not far away, Momoki Kanonai still had a look of horror on her face, with tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. It seemed that she was frightened in her dream.
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Inside Yoyogi Park Villa.
Abe Noja clenched his teeth as if he wanted to swallow someone, and the expression on his face was frighteningly serious.
She took out another bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and picked it up with her thumb.
With a "bo" sound, the cork flew out.
After opening it, she didn't even take the cup. She tilted her head back, put her bright red lips to the bottle, and started drinking it.
After drinking half the bottle in one breath, Abe Nosuke let out a long breath.
Her restless heart and uncontrollable emotions made her body more and more manic.
She tore off her red dress, raised her long arms, and threw it behind her casually.
Then she tightened her thigh muscles and took steps, exposing her plump body.
She was wearing only a pair of red suspender stockings and walked onto the balcony barefoot.
Abe Noja leaned her back against the balcony railing, lightly touched the toes wrapped in red stockings, and her plump buttocks trembled, and she just sat on the balcony railing.
The railings penetrated deeply into the plump buttocks, forcing the rest of the buttocks to hang down softly from both sides.
Like a stick hitting jelly.
Abe's buttocks stretched and quickly became firm.
She dangled her feet in the air and looked at the moon in the sky.
Did he do something wrong? He thought he was in control of everything, but in the end he was just someone else's pawn? His former collaborator, this interim prime minister who only served for two years.
He looks extremely weak and anyone can bully him.
But what has he done in the past two years without any sound?
Seems to have done a lot of things.
Inside Chiyoda Villa.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned.
Putting the documents she had read aside, she stood up from the sofa.
Wearing slippers, I opened the door and walked into the small courtyard of the villa.
The black body-shaping stockings were tightly wrapped around her hips and waist, shining enchantingly under the moonlight.
The shirt, several buttons of which had been torn off by the trembling giant, now only covered her shoulders.
It turns out that this interim prime minister, who is generally recognized as useless, has done so many things without realizing it.
Shiraishi Nagihiru looked up at the moon.
The first thing the interim president did after taking office was to rotate most of the cabinet.
Except for the Home Secretary and the Defense Secretary, all were replaced by other people.
I checked the backgrounds of these other ministers, and found that most of them were returnees from the United States.
During his tenure as interim prime minister, he and the cabinet proposed dozens of bills, most of which were passed by parliament.
Several key points were picked out by Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
The 'Rice Field Reduction Act' was passed, which caused Japanese farmers to significantly reduce their rice plantings and switch to growing other so-called more valuable fruits.
The 'Revised Seed Law' was passed to promote and popularize wheat cultivation, which further dealt a blow to Japan's rice industry.
There is a rice shortage now, and this is largely due to the lack of supply, except for the major granaries that are in the war.
The most terrifying thing about this bill is that it hands all of Japan's public seed breeding rights to private companies. At the same time, the bill strictly prohibits Japanese farmers from collecting seeds for cultivation themselves. Once discovered, the crop seedlings will be directly pulled out.
When the cabinet submitted this bill to Congress, it claimed that private companies would greatly improve the quality of seeds produced by Japanese farmers, significantly increase the yield of Japanese crops per mu, increase the efficiency of Japan's agricultural industry, and align it with international standards.
When the bill was announced, the Japan Agricultural Cooperative Association was so happy that it could be said to be ecstatic.
[All public seed breeding rights have been handed over to private companies]. Just this one clause, once Congress passes the bill, they can grasp a long-term source of income and make huge profits.
This caused the farmers' association to frantically encourage farmers to speak out, and the members of Congress, inspired by the votes of this group of farmers, passed the bill at a very fast speed.
But what they didn't notice was that there was a sentence in the middle of the bill: At the same time, Jewish capital such as Monsanto was allowed to enter the Japanese breeding market.
Even if they noticed, given the long-term domineering behavior of the Japan Agricultural Association, they don't care if anyone dares to compete, and they don't believe that they will lose the competition.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu then looked through the seed trading data of the past two years, and felt even colder in his heart.
In the past two years.
The various small companies under the Japan Agricultural Association are not as good as the Jewish pharmaceutical companies from the United States in terms of total capital, government public relations, and legal strength.
In this breeding war, the Agricultural Association was quickly and completely defeated by Jewish capital, and some of their dozens of seed companies have gone bankrupt.
The market has been gradually lost.
If there is a food shortage this time, and the farmers' associations can no longer withstand the skyrocketing prices, they will sell out all the seeds they have stockpiled.
In the future, all seeds on the Japanese market will be brands of Jewish capital such as Monsanto.
It can be foreseen that in the future, Japanese farmers will pay patent fees and seed fees to Jewish companies when they grow crops.
And they are not allowed to collect seeds themselves, which means they will have to pay Jewish companies forever.
In other words.
From then on, the Japanese people’s food was controlled by the Jews.
If rice is further restricted, farmers will be forced to grow wheat, change their living habits, give up rice, and eat bread, beef and milk. These are the strengths of Jewish companies.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu couldn't imagine that a nation's thousand-year-old habits would be so completely changed.
An isolated incident of rice shortage is paved with so many bills.
Is all this a coincidence, or a step-by-step conspiracy by the Jews?
'Nothing in this world can be isolated. There must be a necessary connection behind isolated incidents.'
Shiraishi Nagimitsu thought of what Fang Zuo had said, and the image of the Prime Minister's harmless and honest face when he was being questioned emerged in his mind.
Is he Jewish?
Would the interim prime minister of a country with a population of over 100 million be a Jewish believer?
Who would believe these things that I have deduced if I told them to others? I am afraid that the Agricultural Association would be the first to jump out and criticize me.
Like water under the moonlight.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu felt a little cold and pulled his shirt, but was stretched apart by his own huge penis.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
I miss my man's arms so much.
I want to lie on his chest, warm and strong, supporting my small body.
Where is he?
"What are you thinking about?" Fang Zuo appeared in the courtyard, looking a little tired.
When Shiraishi Nagimitsu heard the voice, she turned her head in disbelief, then flew into the man's arms.
"Thinking of you"
After I finished speaking, I didn't know why a line of tears fell.
"Why are you crying?" Fang Zuo was stunned.
"No, I'm just happy." Shiraishi Nagimitsu hooked Fang Zuo's neck, pressed her body tightly against him and deformed it, and kissed him madly with her red lips.
Then he grabbed Fang Zuo's big hand and placed it on the buttocks wrapped in black body-shaping stockings.
"Tear it open." Shiraishi Nagi said softly, "Love me. Right here!"
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morning.
They both got up early.
Oda Yui is still sleeping, it seems that she was very tired from yesterday's training.
After finishing breakfast, Shiraishi Nagimitsu squatted down to put on Fang Zuo's shoes, gave him a light kiss, and watched Fang Zuo leave.
With the man by her side, after a night, her mood was no longer as heavy as it had been under the moonlight last night.
She felt much lighter and had the confidence to walk through whatever was ahead.
"I'm hungry." Oda Yui rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked down slowly from upstairs.
A large T-shirt was tilted towards the side while she was sleeping, hanging diagonally on her shoulders, with the corners of the shirt tucked into her cute strawberry-spotted panties.
Her long hair was scattered on her little face.
"Where's Onii-chan?" Oda Yui clapped her hands on her mouth and yawned.
"I just went out." Shiraishi Nagimitsu reached out and pulled out Oda Yui's T-shirt, then tidied her long hair and tied it with the rubber band in her hand to make a ponytail for her.
"Why didn't you wake me up? I haven't seen him for two days." Oda Yui frowned in frustration.
"You seemed to be sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you." Shiraishi Nagi turned around and took out a sandwich: "Hurry up, I have to go to work too."
Oda Yui nodded, picked up the sandwich and milk, climbed onto the high stool and sat down.
I miss Oni-chan so much, where is he now?
If I suddenly appear in front of him, will he be scared?
Oda Yui was munching on a sandwich, her little face full of excitement.
Fang Zuo lay in the chair and looked inward at the mark of heaven and earth left by the Holy Spirit.
That girl Nagano Rei left the dormitory early in the morning and no one knew where she went.
Momoki Kanonai was still sleeping, the frightened expression on her little face finally disappeared, replaced by a tired expression.
Fang Zuo looked at this mark of heaven and earth.
Although the Holy Spirit was not as powerful as he had expected, it was much more powerful than what he had obtained in the Deep Sea Sword Scar.
Is this how they attract worshippers?
Fang Zuo tried to place the Seal of Heaven and Earth in his soul. Before he could refine it, he could feel it craving for incense like crazy.
After Fang Zuo took out some incense and put it in, the seal of heaven and earth devoured it greedily.
Then, countless noisy prayers, supplications, and blessings followed the incense into Fang Zuo's soul.
Greed, joy, sadness, hatred, all kinds of negative emotions poured out and floated in the soul.
Fang Zuo's mind shook, and he drove the mark of heaven and earth away from his soul.
Then release a trace of true fire to refine the negative emotions in the soul.
It seems that this thing is still a bit troublesome.
"Mr. Fang Zuo." A delicate cry.
Principal Sakura Hikari.
She was wearing a short skirt and a floral shirt, with her black hair down and makeup on.
The woman was dressed younger and younger, and she was walking towards us from a distance, carrying some peeled fruit.
Fei Guangying took a few quick steps, and when she saw some students, she quickly slowed down, coughed a few times, and greeted the students coming towards her with a smile.
After putting the fruit down, he looked around and found that there was no one around, so he picked up a piece and stuffed it into Fang Zuo's mouth.
His fingers inadvertently brushed across Fang Zuo's lips.
"Mr. Fang Zuo, do you think my outfit looks good?"
"Not bad, a few years younger."
"Really? Today I was worried that I was dressed too fancy." Fei Guangying was overjoyed and looked down at her outfit again:
"I just came back from a meeting at the Prime Minister's Residence. Many people looked at me along the way. I felt a little insecure and was afraid that people would gossip about me."
After saying this, her face turned red.
"Oh, by the way, Principal Fei Guangying." Fang Zuo suddenly thought of something: "Last time you said you were a Jewish believer?"
Fei Guangying nodded, picked up another piece of fruit and put it into the man's mouth: "Yes."
"You often go in and out of the Prime Minister's residence. What about the Prime Minister and the cabinet members? What are their beliefs?"
Fei Guangying was stunned: "I don't know about this, but I know that the Minister of Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries, Tetsuichi Sakamoto and his wife are also Jewish. I met them during a church service once."
"Okay, thank you for the fruit." Fang Zuo said while chewing the fruit.
"You're welcome, Mr. Fang Zuo." Principal Fei Guangying blushed, picked up the tissue with her small hand, and wiped Fang Zuo's fingers that had taken the fruit.
Slowly wrap the tissue around your fingers and wipe them in a rotating motion intentionally or unintentionally.
Just like she always did to Fang Zuo.
"I'm going to the office. When Fang Zuojun is free, you can come and see me." Fei Guangying said while biting her lower lip.
"Principal Fei Guangying" a voice suddenly shouted, which scared Fei Guangying.
As if she was caught cheating, she quickly retracted her hand and looked over.
Vice-Principal Yuko Shinoda.
Yuko Shinoda was wearing a shirt and a standard skirt, and her green bra could be vaguely seen under the light.
With her hair tied up, dark lipstick on, and gold-rimmed glasses on, she stood not far away, her hands clasped together.
He looked at this side with a playful expression on his face.
"The school board meeting is about to begin, and the directors are all waiting for Principal Sakura Kimitsu. What's wrong? It seems like Principal Sakura Kimitsu is reluctant to leave?" Yuko Shinoda said mockingly.
"Vice-Principal Yuko Shinoda, what are you talking about?" Sakura Kimitsu frowned and walked towards her.
"Principal Sakura Kimitsu knows what I am saying." Yuko Shinoda sneered.
"I don't understand." Fei Guangying's face was tense: "What I understand is that it is not your turn to remind me what I do."
"It's me who's attending the school board meeting, not you, Vice Principal Yuuko Shinoda."
After saying that, she turned and left in her high heels.
Yuko Shinoda looked at Sakura Kimitsu's receding figure and snorted in disdain.
This woman used to wear a standard shirt uniform, just like what she was wearing now.
But what about now?
It's getting more and more fancy, the heels are getting higher and higher, the skirts are getting shorter and shorter, and the hips are twisted in a sexy way.
Moreover, Yuko Shinoda couldn't help but think of her shocking discovery when she got off work that day.
Yuko Shinoda, who was once in the same yoga class as her, clearly saw the cleaning staff coming out of Principal Sakura Kimitsu's office that day.
Take out a pile of garbage from the trash can in the office.
In addition to various balls of document paper, there was a pair of yoga pants that Yuko Shinoda was very familiar with.
It was the same pair of yoga pants that Sakura Feiguang loved to wear. She even bought several pairs of the same brand and color.
The discarded gray yoga pants were covered in stains and had a big tear in the crotch.
Look at the toilet paper ball in the trash can.
As a woman, don't you know what this means? The president of Tokyo Women's University actually did this in her office. How horny must she be?
Yuko Shinoda smiled coldly.
What? She hasn't had a man for nearly 20 years. It seems that the reputation of chastity of Sakura Kimitsu at Tokyo Women's University is about to be shattered.
When the time comes, I will put everything she has done on the board of directors and see how she can still pretend to be dignified and inviolable.
How can I gain the trust of the directors?
The only question now is, who is the man that got involved with Sakura Kimitsu?
He has such great charm that he can attract the beautiful woman like Hikari Sakura.
Yuko Shinoda looked at the man who was dozing with his legs crossed in the room in front of her.
Could it be him?
Then he shook his head.
How could a president of Tokyo Women's University, one of the think tanks that frequented the Prime Minister's Office, fall for a worthless security guard? I didn't quite believe it, unless he had some extraordinary qualities.
"Hey, wake up. I've told you many times that you can't sleep here." Yuko Shinoda walked forward and poked the man's arm with her finger.
It's as hard as iron, but its muscles are quite strong.
Yuko Shinoda swallowed.
But the man ignored her.
Just turned over slightly.
It's extremely rude.
Yuko Shinoda was still talking angrily.
"Hey, you" Yuko Shinoda had just said this, but was surprised to find that she couldn't say anything else.
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
Yuko Shinoda screamed "Ah" in fear.
Still no sound? Did I suddenly become mute?
Yuko Shinoda tried various tones quickly with her red lips, and finally found that there was no voice, not even the sound of breathing.
I feel like a mute, no, even worse than a mute.
A mute can still make "ah-ba-ah-ba" sounds.
It's over.
What disease is this.
Yuko Shinoda didn't bother to call Fang Zuo to get up, and hurriedly trotted away, ready to go to the hospital.
In the dormitory upstairs.
Momoki Kanonai slowly opened her eyes.
Everything that happened in her dream last night made her unable to believe it at all.
She wasn't even sure if it was true.
"It must be fake, it must be fake." Momoki Kanonai held her temples on both sides with her small hands, as if she was trying to brainwash herself.
"Yes, it must be fake. How could the Holy Spirit be killed, and killed by the uncle in my dream?"
"This is just a dream, but why did I dream of killing gods?"
Momoki Kanonai's arms dropped down, her face full of despair. Has her faith become so devout?
As a saint, how could I dream of killing gods? I didn't know why I had such a blasphemous dream.
The most I want to do is wear sexy lingerie and thongs.
I also came to Japan to watch some educational films.
Lord, forgive me.
Momoki Kanonai knelt on the ground and prayed for atonement.
Don't let me dream about such horrifying scenes again. I never want to wear a thong again.
Educational films. Be sure to watch less of them.
Momoki Kanonai stood up, took off her underwear and smelled it herself.
I frowned and even hated myself for smelling like sweat.
Quickly run into the bathroom barefoot and naked,
After taking a shower.
Momoki Kanona came out, wiping her long hair.
What should I wear today? I opened the wardrobe and started to choose.
Forget it, I'm not in the mood, just wear whatever you want.
Putting on a T-shirt and choosing the color of her stockings, Momoki Kanonai suddenly thought of David, the guy she had broken off the engagement with.
He is nosy and would scold me for a week if I wore black stockings.
Now I am finally free.
never mind.
I'm not in the mood. I won't wear black stockings anymore.
Putting on flesh-colored stockings, Momoki Kanonai looked at herself in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and was about to go out to class.
Suddenly the cell phone rang.
Momoki Kanonai picked up her phone, saw the incoming video message, and sighed.
A burst of bad luck.
Then I remembered that nosy David called again.
"What's wrong? We have broken off our engagement. I prayed to the Lord last night." After the video call, Momoki Kanonai said impatiently, "Please stop bothering me."
"The Holy Spirit is dead." David's handsome face was distorted: "My ancestor, the Holy Spirit, is dead."
Clang.
Momoki Kanonai's hand loosened and the phone fell to the ground.
My mind went blank with shock.
Really. Really dead.
Could it be that I killed God last night? I actually killed God?
Fang Zuo's body circulated several cycles.
The phone vibrated on the table.
Fang Zuo picked it up and two text messages came in.
[Hello, I am Minamikawa Keiko, you still owe me a meal. ]
The other one gave Fang Zuo a headache.
[Sister-in-law: I have booked a flight for the day after tomorrow. Remember to pick me up, Fujinohara. I haven't seen you for several years. I hope you haven't forgotten what I look like.]
Fang Zuo was stunned. After he abandoned the body, the remaining soul disappeared very quickly.
I don't really care about it, and I don't really have many memories of my sister-in-law.
I can't remember at all.
I quickly opened my sister-in-law's Line and looked at her photos.
A gentle face, fair and round.
Light blush and light eyeliner.
Fang Zuo sighed.
If you take on someone else's body for one day, you will have to bear the consequences.
But judging from her appearance, it seems that this sister-in-law is easy to get along with.
(End of this chapter)
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