Chapter 17: Baizang Demon Mountain, the chaos of Onmyoji.
Hearing this, Sannomiya Tsubaki was stunned and looked down at herself.
brush.
Sannomiya Tsubaki's little face turned red in an instant.
"I'm sorry, Fujino-kun."
He let out an exclamation and bowed.
Then turn the little head.
Tap tap tap.
Taking small and dense steps.
He turned around and ran out in panic.
"No need to apologize." Fang Zuo said loudly in the direction of Sangong Tsubaki: "Keep it like this in the future."
'Boom.'
"oops."
"sorry."
There were sounds of collision and screams coming from outside.
The little thing hit the glass door.
"What an interesting place." Fang Zuo shrugged.
It’s much more fun than those cold fairies in Maoshan, Qingcheng Mountain and Longhu Mountain.
The ambulance will be here soon.
At Fang Zuo's glance, the office staff obediently carried Kumano Bei out.
Look inward at the Nascent Soul.
The baby's body was illusory and broken.
He was still breathing with his eyes closed and fell into a deep sleep.
In the corner, a red dot and a black dot huddled in the corner, shivering and not daring to move.
The red dot is the evil god’s thoughts.
The black spot is the ghost of the Tang Dynasty oil umbrella demon.
The problem with this divine consciousness and the ghost is the same: they are too mottled.
It is useless to Nascent Soul.
The umbrella spiritual tool that he broke had its spiritual energy devoured by ghosts over the years and was of no use at all.
Even the refining equipment is rubbish.
However, Fang Zuo did not expect that the 'Shikigami' passed down from generation to generation in these Onmyoji families were quite fancy.
"Fujino-kun." The Exorcist Guard came to the office and said, "Someone is looking for you in the waiting room."
"Looking for me?" Fang Zuo was stunned.
In the past, people with my identity looked down upon me, and no one respected me except the little girl Sannomiya Tsubaki.
How come someone would still look for it?
Fang Zuo took the elevator to the waiting room. A middle-aged man in a suit saw Fang Zuo coming in and quickly stood up.
It is Sakura Kurumi's father.
"Hi! Mr. Fujino." The middle-aged man took a briefcase from the follower behind him.
He raised his hands above his head and said respectfully.
"Mr. Fujino, here is the title deed to the Xinrong Planning Building you requested, as well as the notarized certificate presented to you."
"Very good, you're very quick." Fang Zuo took over: "You can clearly understand your own situation and value. Your family still has meaning to exist."
"I'm sorry, we were too arrogant." The middle-aged man pouted and bowed 90 degrees: "The Yingkong family asks for your forgiveness."
He took out a rune bag from his arms and handed it to Fang Zuo over his head with both hands.
Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows and took it, feeling that there was a ghost inside that was no less old than the Tang Dynasty umbrella demon.
"Is this Sakura Kurumi's Shikigami?"
"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man kept bowing and said, "Please pass it to Yingkong Kurumi. The family also begs for her forgiveness. We hope she can come back to see us when she has time."
Fang Zuo nodded. Although the people from the island country had learned their own culture in a somewhat weird way.
But his ability to adapt to changing circumstances is much better than his teacher.
Even worse than that.
"Is your father okay?" Fang Zuo asked casually.
"Thank you for your concern. My father is still recovering."
"Okay, we're even now. You can go." Fang Zuo waved his hand.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujino." The middle-aged man raised his head with a longing look: "The Sakura family hopes to gain your friendship. We can pay any price."
"Let me see your worth first." Fang Zuo turned and entered the elevator.
Back in the police station's main office, Fang Zuo just walked in and saw Yingkong Kurumi standing in her office, waving at him through the glass.
When a bunch of employees in the office saw Fang Zuo, they dared not breathe a word and showed expressions of gloating.
He was probably waiting to see himself being scolded by Sakura Kurumi just like before.
"What's wrong?" Fang Zuo walked into the door.
Under the astonished gazes of the group of employees, he walked around Sakura Sora Kurumi.
Fell into her chair.
"Humph, you don't even give me, the captain, a bit of face." Yingkong Kurumi pulled down the curtain: "You beat up Kumano Bei? When I came back, my colleagues were all complaining."
"Are you worried about me?" Fang Zuo put his legs up.
"I'm worried about Kumanobei's family. He is of half-demon descent from Baizang Yaoshan, and his master is also a Kenbu Shintoist from Omi Hachiman." Yingkong Kurumi covered her mouth and laughed non-stop: "I'm afraid they will come to our house and cut off your bloodline."
"Bai Zang Monster Mountain?" Fang Zuo searched his memory: "Bai Zang Mountain in the far suburbs of Tokyo? With so many Onmyoji families in Tokyo, would they allow the monsters to be stationed so close?"
"Of course." Yingkong Kurumi stood on tiptoe and sat on the table: "Onmyoji and the demon tribe have already negotiated peace since World War II. Although there are still many fights, large-scale battles are rare now."
"Not only that, the demon clan and the Onmyoji family also frequently intermarry."
Frequent intermarriage?
It seems that this group of guys not only likes to experiment on ghosts, but also don't let humans go.
What a perverted species.
If there is a chance, I would like to see to what extent the human-demon hybrids they have created through their experiments can grow.
He saw Sakura Kurumi sitting in front of him.
Only then did Fang Zuo notice that she was wearing a pair of ripped tight jeans.
It wraps the buttocks very snugly.
Sitting on the table, her round buttocks were exposed.
Black fishnet stockings are revealed through the holes from the knees to the thighs.
This kind of fishnet stockings will look extremely cumbersome if your legs are a little thicker, like wrapped dumplings.
It fits perfectly on Sakurazora Kurumi's slender long legs.
Noticing Fang Zuo looking at her long legs, Yingkong Kurumi's smile grew even bigger.
"They also complained that you were going to switch jobs to Congressman Abe." She leaned over a little and got closer to Fang Zuo.
For the first time, I felt like I was wearing too much.
"I have this plan." Fang Zuo put his hands on the back of his head and rocked the chair gently: "Five times the salary."
"I don't believe it." Sakura Kurumi shrugged her cute nose.
"She even allowed me to sit on her." Fang Zuo looked Yingkong Kurumi up and down: "That's quite attractive."
"Da Mei, Da Mei, I don't believe it, I don't believe it." Yingkong Kurumi shook her little head repeatedly.
"If you don't believe it, forget it." Fang Zuo threw the talisman bag on the desk.
"This is." Yingkong Kurumi reached out and took it in disbelief.
"This is Kaguya Touma." Sensing the breath inside, she hurriedly opened the talisman bag.
A small lamp-shaped ornament carved from an unknown gem was held in his hand.
Excitedly looking through it over and over again.
"Your father sent it to you." Fang Zuo also sensed the spiritual tool: "It also allows you to visit the family when you have time."
This jewel ornament is not like the Tang-style oil-paper umbrella, whose spiritual energy has been devoured by ghosts.
Instead, the ghost voluntarily entered this spiritual tool and refined the gem as if it were itself.
Sakura Kurumi hung this jeweled costume on her ears.
It turned out to be an earring.
Yingsora Kurumi shook her little head gently.
Whenever it is shaken, drops of shining light fall from the lamp-shaped mouth of the pot.
Colorful.
The delicate little face in the photo is even more stunning.
"Thank you." Yingkong Kurumi leaned over, hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck, and kissed him with her pink red lips.
I was so excited that I took the initiative and my face turned red with shyness.
After realizing.
He hurriedly exerted force and bounced up again.
"I didn't expect my father to send all this to me. It seems that he is not just afraid of you."
Hmm? Fang Zuo stretched out a finger and stroked back and forth on Yingkong Kurumi's thigh fishnet.
Feel the softness of her skin on her thighs.
The extremely sensitive Sakura Sora Kurumi trembled all over at the first touch.
I couldn't help but groan.
Please read on, big guys (end of this chapter)
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