Chapter 214 Tenderness
[I miss you, see you at the coffee shop. ]
Fengdielian deleted and typed, typed and deleted, and finally chose the simplest and most direct one, which was also the one least likely to make mistakes.
After Feng Dielian sent the message, she stood up nervously and paced back and forth, looking at her phone.
But the other party never replied to the message.
Feng Dielian sighed.
Since the two of them had a relationship, this time was even more nervous than the first time.
It was like a girl in her first love going on her first date with her sweetheart.
Some don’t know what to do.
I was so nervous that I even forgot to put down my briefcase while walking back and forth around the apartment several times.
Fengdielian, why are you so nervous? It's just another meeting.
She told herself.
Finally, the other party replied.
[Let’s not go to the coffee shop. Let’s go to the apartment that night. I’ll go to your house to find you. ]
What? He wants to come here? Since I never thought of receiving guests here, and every time I come back, I just want to catch up on sleep.
The lighting in the apartment is deliberately chosen to be warm and low-light to make it easier to fall asleep.
This ambiguous environment, dim lighting.
Feng Dielian swallowed a few gulps of water, as if she could sense what was going to happen, and put on an artist mask.
Take a deep breath.
I quickly took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it and took out a cup and ice cubes.
Drink it in small sips.
Wait until the beer is finished.
Feng Dielian's uneasy heart gradually calmed down.
Although I am still very nervous.
Feng Dielian put down her wine glass and took off her suit jacket. Her white shirt revealed her black bra, and the black and white combination made her look more like a white-collar girl.
Should I change my clothes? Feng Dielian thought.
I felt a little regretful for sending the text message. I should take a shower and change my clothes. Wouldn’t that be better?
Feng Dielian opened her shirt and buried her little face in it, moving her small nose and breathing deeply, smelling whether there was any sweat.
Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any other strange smell.
"What are you doing?" came the man's voice from behind.
Feng Dielian quickly raised her head.
The man looked at her lowering her head with great interest.
"When did you come?" Feng Dielian's face turned red.
"Just when you put your head into your white shirt." Fang Zuo said, "What are you doing?"
"No. I just wanted to smell if there was any sweat." Feng Dielian stuttered, trying to find another excuse, but she couldn't think of any in such a short time, so she could only say what she really thought.
"Oh, you don't need to smell this," said the man.
"Yeah? What?" Feng Dielian said yes as usual, and then her mind was stunned. What did it mean? Fang Zuo took two steps forward and approached Feng Dielian who was sitting on the sofa.
Feng Dielian was petite to begin with, and when the man slowly approached, she blocked out the warm light. Then, as the man came closer, she could only look up to see the man's face.
Until he was only one step away from her, Feng Dielian couldn't even see the man's face, and when she looked up she could only see his chest.
Feng Dielian lowered her head to look straight at him, and her little face turned red instantly.
The level line of sight is even more wrong.
She quickly turned her head and looked away, just when she didn't know what to do.
The man bent down, grabbed her thighs wrapped in black stockings with his big hands, and used force with his ten fingers.
Feng Dielian only felt the skin of her thigh being pressed down by ten fingers, and her body suddenly softened.
But I felt my body lighten and I was picked up by a pair of big hands.
"Ah" Feng Dielian screamed, arched her waist backward, hurriedly wrapped her legs around the man's waist, and stretched out her hands to try to gain balance.
Avoid falling backwards.
Why does this scene look so familiar?
That night began like this on a high tower in Tokyo.
Feng Dielian's waist was arched, showing amazing elasticity, her little face was red as blood, and the heat from the big hands that grasped her thighs made her even more intoxicated.
The next second, the man turned her around, sat on the sofa, and shook it gently.
Following this force, Feng Dielian straightened her waist and sat astride the man.
She quickly put her hands on the man's shoulders to keep her balance.
"I mean, I can do it." said the man.
Before Feng Dielian could react to the meaning of these words, Fang Zuo buried his head in her white shirt.
A mixture of the rich fragrance of a newly-made woman and the milky scent of a young girl rushed out along with the heat from the body temperature inside the shirt and penetrated Fang Zuo's nose.
"Hmm, there's no smell of sweat, you smell so good." Fang Zuo said.
As he spoke, the hot air he exhaled sprayed on Feng Dielian's chest, making her feel so itchy that she felt weak. She was so embarrassed that she grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, not knowing whether to push him away or hold him tight.
At this time, the man's big hand had already moved down from Feng Dielian's thigh in stockings.
Feng Dielian's heart tightened. She was used to seeing Yingkong Kurumi, and she felt a little inferior about her buttocks.
But the man didn't seem to show any disgust.
Fang Zuo didn't think there was anything wrong with Feng Dielian's thinness.
"You're having your period and you've lost a lot of weight?" Fang Zuobian said.
Feng Dielian nodded, feeling a little sad that she couldn't even compare to Yingkong Kurumi Hall Master in this respect.
"But I also like it this way. It's a different feel, very good." The man's words made Feng Dielian feel better.
Her face was red, she was breathing slightly, and her eyes were a little moist.
"Have you been drinking?" Fang Zuo asked with a slight smell of alcohol.
"I drank a bottle of beer. Does it smell strong?" Feng Dielian said, "I'm going to brush my teeth."
"No need." Fang Zuo shook his head.
"No." Feng Dielian insisted. She straightened her waist, jumped up, and ran to the bathroom.
Feng Dielian turned on the faucet and placed a cup underneath to collect water. She was holding the toothpaste and toothbrush and was about to squeeze it out.
The faucet was turned on too high, and the cup was filled up in an instant, with water splashing out and onto Feng Dielian's white shirt and the black stockings wrapped around her thighs.
The black stockings were stretched by the plump thighs and then splashed with water, making them even more fitting. The water droplets flowed down the stockings, through the calves, through the ankles, and then onto the black commuter high heels.
"Ah." Feng Dielian hurriedly turned off the faucet, but it was a little too late, and the water splashed her uniform skirt.
When Fang Zuo followed into the bathroom, he saw Feng Dielian lifting up her uniform skirt, bending her waist, twisting her head, sticking out her buttocks, and wiping the large water droplets on her black stockings with a white towel.
As the towel was wiped down, part of the water droplets disappeared, and the other part seeped into the black silk stockings.
The wet black stockings were stretched open, and against the backdrop of the fair skin inside, there was an immediate sense of exquisite beauty.
Feng Dielian was concentrating on wiping the water droplets and hadn't noticed the man coming in.
Suddenly, a pair of warm hands hugged her waist.
Fang Zuo came up.
"Dame, I...I have something to tell you." Feng Dielian had a premonition of what was going to happen because of this heat.
"You can say it now." The man whispered in Feng Dielian's ear, his voice full of heat.
With a 'squeak' sound.
The wet black stockings were torn apart.
Feng Dielian lay on the sofa and fell into a short sleep.
Her shirt was open, with all the buttons savagely torn off, and she was covered with her suit jacket.
The black stockings with several big holes in them hung down by her legs.
Suddenly she woke up with a start, raised her little head slightly in confusion, and looked at her empty house.
"Don't go." Her voice was sobbing and tears were streaming.
"I didn't leave." Fang Zuo walked over from the side, picked him up, and sat astride him.
"It hurts. It hurts so much." Feng Dielian whimpered in frustration, and her little fists pounded the man's chest repeatedly.
"I'm sorry." Fang Zuo laid her gently across his thighs and passed a warm breath over to her.
Circulating the Qi circulation in Feng Dielian's body.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Feng Dielian hooked her arms around the man's neck, smelled his scent, and enjoyed this tenderness that did not belong to her.
"I thought you left again." A complex emotion made her want to cry.
The little head burrowed into the man's arms again.
"No, didn't you say you had something to tell me?" Fang Zuo looked at Feng Dielian's tearful face and bent down to gently kiss her tears.
Just raise your head.
Feng Dielian, however, held him tightly in her arms, not letting him leave.
It was as if she wanted to rub herself into the man's body, and she didn't let the man go until his red lips became numb from the kiss.
"Do you like me now?" Feng Dielian let her body be held by the man, putting one small hand on Fang Zuo's chest and the other hand touching Fang Zuo's face, and said softly.
"like."
"If one day you find that the me now is not myself, will you still like me?" Feng Dielian asked again.
"like."
"You're lying." Feng Dielian curled her lips: "You didn't even understand what I said."
"I understand." Fang Zuo opened his mouth and bit the little hand that had been kneading his face.
Feng Dielian quickly retracted her fingers, avoiding Fang Zuo's teeth, and moved to another place to continue her mischief.
But this time Fang Zuo predicted it accurately and bit her finger, tearing it with his teeth.
Feng Dielian's face turned red.
"You just don't understand." Feng Dielian sighed, feeling very upset: "How could you possibly understand? Even I don't know what I'm saying, let alone what I want to do."
[All I know is that I used someone else's identity to fall in love with someone else's man.]
[Use something that does not belong to you in order to obtain something that does not belong to you. ]
【How ridiculous, Fengdielian. 】
Feng Dielian thought bitterly.
"Is it possible that I understand, but you think I don't understand?" Fang Zuo said with a smile.
"Humph, how is that possible." Feng Dielian made a face: "I already said I have something to tell you."
"I didn't ask you not to say it." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows: "You just kept shouting loudly."
"Damie, damie, don't say that anymore." Feng Dielian covered the man's mouth with her small hands.
When the man seemed to stop, she took her hands down with a shy face.
Then he reached out hard to pick up the briefcase that was thrown on the ground.
Fang Zuo reached out and picked up the briefcase and placed it on Feng Dielian.
The rough touch scraped across the purple and swollen skin pinched by Fang Zuo, making Feng Dielian frown.
"Do you understand these? Help me take a look. These are the latest case files from Tokyo." Feng Dielian took out some documents and handed them to Fang Zuo, then put the briefcase back.
"This is the Seven Star Dragon Gathering Formation. Interesting." Fang Zuo narrowed his eyes.
These documents are detailed maps of Tokyo, with the locations of shrines outlined with various marks and red lines.
It turns out that someone built such a huge formation using a shrine in Tokyo.
"Can you really understand this thing?" Feng Dielian looked at the man in front of her in surprise, and her already tender gaze became even more tender.
I wish I could wrap myself around him tightly and never let go.
Mysterious and powerful.
Violent and gentle.
"Although this formation is OK, the overall Feng Shui layout is too bad." Fang Zuo shook his head: "High-rise buildings are like mountains, and streets and alleys are like streams. The position of this Seven Star Formation is arranged in this way. Although it gathers energy, it does not hide the wind."
"What do you mean?" Feng Dielian was completely confused and didn't understand at all.
"That is to say, although Tokyo has tall buildings, winding streets, and elevated roads that wind around and around, and layers of protection, it can gather energy, but the seven-star location lacks a lively place with lush grass and forests." Fang Zuo looked at the Tokyo map carefully: "If the wind is not hidden, the energy can gather, but it can't last long."
"I still don't understand." Feng Dielian shook her head. She could understand what was being said before, but now she couldn't understand anything at all.
"It's just that the city construction is not good and there is a lack of greening." Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.
"I understand." Feng Dielian nodded her head.
Although I still don’t understand what the lack of greenery has to do with this formation.
"What's underneath this Seven-Star Dragon Gathering Formation?" Fang Zuo asked.
If I'm not mistaken, there must be something underground.
The formation also needs energy to drive it.
If there is natural spiritual energy in places with mountains, rivers and streams, then where does the spiritual energy come from in such a large city to drive such a large formation?
Nature relies on underground sources.
"The remains of Taira no Masakado are buried under seven shrines." Feng Dielian said, "I also met one."
"'Taira Masakado'?" Fang Zuo had never heard of this name.
Feng Dielian explained the origin of "Taira Masakado".
"Which Taoist senior who is not very skilled in martial arts did this? Did he do it on purpose?" Fang Zuo shook his head: "Using dead energy to nourish the dragon vein, isn't this a dead dragon? The root of the disaster is deeply buried."
"It's a thousand-year-old force in Japan, the Jiujiu Sect. Have you heard of it?" Feng Dielian said, "I heard that in the past few decades, it has fought against China in Feng Shui magic."
"The Jiuju Sect? I seem to have heard of it." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard many Taoists discussing this kind of thing when he attended the Taoist ceremony in Longhu Mountain.
It is said that Japanese Feng Shui masters have been secretly controlling the country in recent years.
For example, major cities have been inexplicably nailed with dragon-locking piles, and many feng shui buildings have appeared, such as the Samurai Sword Building in Lujiazui, Shanghai.
Even small temples here and there still enshrine the resentful spirits of Japan.
But what's the use? It's a ridiculous waste of time. It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. It can't stop the rise of Zulong.
"What about this?" Feng Dielian took out another piece of information and gave it to Fang Zuo.
A map of Japan is densely marked with red dots.
Fang Zuo took it and took a quick look at it. His eyes suddenly widened and he examined it carefully.
【One Qi Star Array】
Although the Seven Star Dragon Gathering Formation just now was huge, it was just a basic formation.
As long as the conditions are met, it can be roughly formed.
It's nothing more than the effectiveness.
Japan has an association of Feng Shui masters, it's very common, nothing special.
This formation is a true Taoist technique, which is complex and obscure.
Turn these buildings into stars, if you make a mistake at one step, all of them will go wrong, just like a web, one change will lead to thousands of changes.
Even Fang Zuo couldn’t understand the specific effects.
Which Taoist elder did this?
Is it the master of formation who has ascended to heaven from the small world?
What on earth is he going to do? ——————
In an apartment far from Yoyogi Park.
Zhang Benren's cell phone kept ringing.
[“Mr. Zhang, why don’t you take action?” A message came from the dark web mobile phone group.]
[“Yes, Mr. Zhang, you are getting ten times the reward, why don’t you do it now?” The killers in the group raised doubts one after another. ]
[“Everyone, I give up on this case and give it to you.” Zhang Benren said with a smile. ]
【"What?"】
【"give up?"】
【"Why?"】
[“No reason, I don’t need to explain to you, I will explain the situation to my employer.” Zhang Benren sneered. ]
[Zhang Benren clicked on an avatar in the group and sent a voice message to him individually: "I withdraw from the assassination of Abe Nosuke."]
【“Why? Mr. Zhang, is the price not enough?” the employer sent a message. 】
[“Why do you know this? I’m here to make money, not to be a pathfinder for others.” Zhang Benren sneered. ]
There was silence.
After a while, the employer sent a message in the dark web group:
[Since Mr. Zhang withdrew from the assassination plan, I have decided that whoever kills the target will be rewarded tenfold. If we kill the target together, in addition to the original reward, we will split the tenfold reward equally.]
There was an uproar in the dark web group.
The killers became excited.
But there are also many people with clear minds who are waiting silently.
Since Zhang Benren did not take action, he must have his reasons.
And far away.
Abe Nojaku sneered as he sensed the movements around him.
There was more than one person approaching here.
I don’t know which force sent these guys here to die.
Watching them skillfully arrange various tools, they seem very professional.
"Let me do it." A voice echoed in Abe Nojaku's mind: "I just happen to be a little thirsty for blood."
"Hi!" An Bei Nai Que knelt on the ground respectfully.
In the apartment building in the distance.
Zhang Benren focused his eyes on Abe Nosuke's villa in the distance.
In the art of looking at qi.
In the hazy night, dozens of light spots were surrounding where Abe No Suku was.
A bunch of guys who don't know what's good for them.
Zhang Benren sneered.
There was a hint of suspicion in his sneer, and Abe Nosuke remained motionless, as if he didn't care about these people at all.
Could it be my own illusion?
suddenly.
A dark atmosphere rose under the villa, and in an instant, blood stained the surroundings of the villa red, and even dyed Zhang Benren's eyes red.
Zhang Benren quickly closed his eyes and stopped using the Qi-reading technique.
"Let's go." He patted his apprentice Ning Sheng's shoulder.
Ning Sheng didn't ask why and followed his master out decisively.
The master and the disciple ran as fast as they could, leaping among the tall buildings, and fled far away from this place.
Inside Abe Noja's villa.
Abe Haruaki licked the blood in his hand, and a faint line of blood was visible on the white fangs in his mouth.
The hunting robe on his body was flawless white.
"It's all dirty and low-grade blood, not even worthy of staining my clothes." Abe Haruaki said with a spit, "It's far less sweet than the three disciple knights, but it's better than nothing."
Abe no Que crawled on the ground without saying a word.
So many world-class killers, and his ancestors were all wiped out in an instant.
This kind of strength made Abe Nosuke extremely fanatical about it.
She recalled that it was this ancestor who patted her on the shoulder when she was still an abandoned child.
"Come on, boy. I'll take you to taste the blood of the gods."
Then.
My destiny changed just like that and I have come to this position.
This ancestor is Abe Nozaki's greatest support and the source of all his confidence.
"Ancestor, what are you looking at?" Abe Haruaki looked into the distance for a long time without saying anything, which made Abe Noja look up with some doubts.
"He escaped for the sweet blood." Abe Haruaki shook his head: "He is the most powerful among this group of people. It's a pity that I can't stay away from here for the time being."
"Ancestor, let me go and catch him back?" Abe Noque looked up and said.
"No need, he is a Chinese martial artist, I am very familiar with his temperament." Abe Haruaki sighed: "We should avoid provoking our neighbor as much as possible."
Abe Noja was a little surprised.
This ancestor, who even looked down upon the gods, was extremely wary of China.
"I will continue to sleep, Abe Nojaku, you have done a good job." Abe Haruaki said with a smile: "The more people come to kill you, the more valuable you are. I can't wait to see more sweet blood to assassinate you."
"Yes, ancestor." Abe Noja bowed his head: "I will continue to work hard."
Abe Haruaki smiled slightly.
The next second, he returned to the coffin in the huge basement.
Countless rotten yellow talismans were re-pasted.
Away from Abe Nosuke's villa.
Zhang Benren trembled all over and looked back. The powerful aura had already detected his qi-seeing technique, but for some reason, it did not chase after him.
"How is it possible that such a powerful zombie would appear in Japan?"
"What level is this zombie? A flying zombie? A drought demon?"
"It's even more powerful than the one I encountered in Xiangxi when I followed Master."
Zhang Benren was gasping for breath, still in shock, and almost died here.
This kind of existence has already exceeded the scope of my martial arts, and perhaps only my senior brother can fight against it.
The thought of this makes me feel a little bitter.
What can I do if I don’t enjoy these luxuries, because I know.
No matter how hard he practices, he is no match for his senior and junior brothers.
"Master, where are we going now?" Ning Sheng said.
Looking at his apprentice.
Can diligence really outweigh talent?
Zhang Benren sighed inwardly.
Master is no good, maybe you can prove it.
"Let's go to the next target, Tokyo Imperial Hotel, Jin Meiting." Zhang Benren took a deep breath and said, "It's not easy to come to Japan. I have to get some aviation money for my private plane."
(End of this chapter)
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