Chapter 242 The Reunion of Women
Ishizawa Nako came to the suite.
The door was ajar.
Fortunately, although this is not the most luxurious hotel in Japan, it is definitely the safest hotel.
After entering.
I saw that Kyoko Sasaki's white, soft and plump body was covered with bruises.
Lying on the stained carpet.
His eyes were slightly open, still with a dazed expression.
Clothes and bras were scattered on the floor.
The lace thong was also torn.
Ishizawa Nako covered her mouth and said in surprise and anger: "He abused you?"
I saw Kiko Sasaki still lying limply and powerlessly.
He quickly ran over and squatted beside Kiko Sasaki.
Only then did I realize that the gray carpet that looked stained was actually soaked, which created a contrast in color.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have instigated you, that bastard. How dare he do that? I'm sorry, Kiko, did he hit you?" Ishizawa Nako looked over Kiko Sasaki's body apologetically, trying to see if there were any other signs of abuse.
The little hands moved, touching, grabbing and kneading Kiko Sasaki's body, and moving her legs apart.
Ishizawa Nako breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no other scars, only a bruised knee and five-finger marks on various parts of the body.
But as she touched him all over, Kyoko Sasaki next to her seemed to be feeling increasingly unwell, and suddenly she trembled violently, shaking as if she had the hiccups.
Her beautiful eyes were blank for a moment and then closed tightly.
Ishizawa Nako already has a child. As someone who has experienced this, how could I not know what's going on with her now?
Since there are no other scars on the body, that's what I guessed.
But this is a bit too exaggerated.
Just by turning over a little, I triggered the memory of Kyoko Sasaki's body last night.
A wave of aftermath immediately arose.
Ishizawa Nako covered her mouth in surprise and giggled.
"How powerful is that president? Not only has he been doing this for such a long time, but he has also made you suffer like this." Nako Ishizawa gently helped Kyoko Sasaki sit on the sofa.
Seeing how weak her limbs were and how she didn't have the strength to speak, I quickly picked up the windbreaker and helped her put it on.
I accidentally stepped on the wet and slippery carpet and almost fell.
"Why is it so wet here?" Ishizawa Nako lowered her head in surprise. When she looked up, she saw Kyoko Sasaki turning her head away and not daring to look at her. Her neck turned red and she giggled.
Then he picked up her red high-heeled shoes with one hand, held her arm with the other, supported her weak body, and walked towards her room in the hotel.
Tokyo Bay in the distance.
Inside a huge luxury yacht.
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
The middle-aged man stared outside the cabin.
The bald old man was crawling on the ground, trembling.
Fang Zuo walked in slowly, looked up and down at the yacht, and said calmly: "I didn't realize you were a scholar, oh no, a bookworm, what? Are you going to rebel after reading a few books on Chinese history?"
The middle-aged man stared at Fang Zuo, his pupils shrunk into two thin slits: "How did you find this place?"
"He brought me here." Fang Zuo raised his chin and looked at the bald old man crawling on the ground.
The moment he let the bald old man escape, he separated a wisp of his soul and attached it to the bald old man.
The information Fang Zuo got from the purple-robed Taoist priest made him decide that he must develop some sources of information of his own.
As for the compensation they asked for at the beginning, that was just an excuse.
It doesn’t matter whether there is compensation or not. The main thing is to find the person behind this largest contingency plan agency in Japan.
The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the bald old man who was still lying on the ground and scolded, "Waste."
"Since you have come here, this is our fault. We will immediately prepare the compensation and give it to you. We have had a good cooperation in the past and hope to continue to do so."
"Are you stupid or am I stupid?" Fang Zuo smiled and said, "And then let the demon tribe and Shintoism find me? Haven't you ever thought that if I kill you, everything will be mine."
The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zuo's pale face and knew that this would not end well.
But since this man returned from the Kingdom of God seriously injured, it is unknown whether it is just bluffing.
With a loud shout, he suddenly attacked: "Kill."
The aura of his whole body rose rapidly, demonic power filled the air, and he looked like he was ready to fight to the death.
He raised his hand.
Seven water columns appeared out of nowhere, carrying strong water power, and shot towards Fang Zuo rapidly.
But he stomped his foot suddenly on the spot.
There was a loud bang.
The bottom of the luxury yacht was suddenly broken and sea water poured in.
The moment the middle-aged man touched the sea water, his body instantly became transparent.
With a "splash", his body turned into a puddle of water and scattered in the sea, disappearing.
He just acted with great vigour and wanted to fight to the death, but in fact, it was just to confuse Fang Zuo into escaping.
Fang Zuo threw a punch.
A faint black light enveloped the fist.
The energy brought out offset the six water columns.
He spread his divine sense and searched for the middle-aged man.
The aura of this middle-aged man completely blended into the sea. He was indeed a water-type monster. Unless one was at my level, almost no one could catch him in the sea.
No wonder he is so successful among so many forces in Japan, selling intelligence to everyone and not afraid of anyone, but these Japanese forces can't do anything to him.
This guy is also smart. He never leaves the beach and can easily escape even if many forces are surrounding him.
The moment the middle-aged man dived into the sea, he had already gone thousands of meters away with the undercurrent and escaped to a certain sea area.
Even though Fang Zuo's soul was extremely weak, he could only use it by force, and his figure disappeared instantly.
The middle-aged man shuttled through the sea like flying.
Suddenly, there was a great pressure from heaven and earth, imprisoning this area of water.
Then the sea water split into two sides and retreated rapidly, revealing the seabed.
The middle-aged man stood on the seabed, looking up at Fang Zuo who was standing above him.
There was a look of panic on his face.
Unexpectedly, this man was stronger than expected. Even though I had escaped into the sea, he still found me.
"Why do you have to force me so hard?" the middle-aged man shouted.
There was no response, and everything went dark before my eyes, as I was under the spiritual pressure of heaven and earth.
A large golden hand held him down firmly.
The middle-aged man struggled continuously in the gradually shrinking golden hand, with a cruel look in his eyes. His body shape changed, revealing his true form.
A huge python with seven heads appeared in the golden hand.
Stretch out your big golden hands.
The body is more than ten meters long, with bared fangs and claws.
The body is covered with iron blue scales.
The huge snake tail slapped the golden hand with force.
The seven heads shook and turned at the same time, spewing out poison, water, smoke, fire, and wind, which hit the golden hand.
The magical power was like a pillar, which lasted for a few moments before the golden hand suddenly collapsed.
The giant seven-headed python broke free from the golden hand and stood up tall.
There was also a head next to it, which had been chopped off by some unknown means.
A lump has grown back, but it has not grown completely. It is covered with dense granulations and looks a bit disgusting.
The giant python spit out its tongue, and its fourteen cold eyes stared at Fang Zuo in the air.
"Xiangliu?" Fang Zuo frowned.
Isn't this an ancient monster recorded in the classics? This is the first time I've seen a monster with a physical prototype in Japan.
But it looks so familiar, clearly not a native creature of Japan.
"No, it's not Xiangliu's original body." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows: "It's missing two heads, but it still has Xiangliu's blood. Why are you here?"
"So you are a powerful person from my homeland." Xiangliu's huge snake body flipped, and the seven heads kept shaking, making overlapping sounds together: "I know you are at a high level, but you are injured. We are still in the sea. I have an inexhaustible power of water."
"You want to kill me, but that's impossible. We don't have any deep hatred. Why don't we make peace and have a good talk?"
He even brought up conditions.
Fang Zuo sneered.
Without saying much, a plain wooden sword scabbard slowly rose from behind him and pointed at Xiangliu in the distance.
Xiangliu, whose aura was locked, felt the horror of the wooden scabbard and shouted, "Are you really planning to fight to the death?"
Fang Zuo said calmly: "You are so bluffing, are you going to run away again?"
Although this guy has the blood of ancient monsters, his escaping nature has nothing to do with ancient monsters.
The scene immediately became silent.
After his thoughts were exposed, Xiangliu finally gave up the idea of escaping.
Seven giant pythons opened their bloody mouths, with fourteen fangs shining coldly.
After accumulating strength, they retreated and then sprayed forward towards Fang Zuo.
Seven ferocious big mouths spit out seven colors of light.
Fang Zuo looked at the seven beams of light derived from the magical powers, which were rushing towards him with various colors of their own power, and were quite powerful.
I don't want to waste my already weak soul.
Wave your hand.
The small wooden scabbard slowly stabbed downwards.
The whole body is filled with various Taoist powers.
The power of thousands of years of incense offerings at the Yellow Emperor Temple.
Thousands of years of wood power.
The power of the nine-day thunder tribulation.
It was also refined by the sword immortal into his own innate sword power.
They combined together so perfectly and collided with the seven light pillars derived from Xiangliu's magical powers.
It was like a heavy truck weighing dozens of tons and loaded with 22 wheels crashing into a convoy of bicycles.
I saw seven magical light beams splashing in all directions and dissipating.
Xiangliu's seven heads were desperately activating the demon elixir in his body to hold the wooden scabbard, but his fourteen eyes were constantly flashing, and no one knew what he was paying attention to.
Fang Zuo watched the wooden scabbard approaching and waved his hand again.
My spirit is temporarily weak now and I don't want to consume too much energy.
A small black banner flew out of his hand and flew high in the sky. The banner was filled with black air and shone brightly.
The black light quickly covered the space below, sealing off the water power around it.
The power of this small flag in his hand and in the hand of the Taoist in white suit is exactly the same, like there is a world of difference between them.
"Why do you have to deceive me so hard, sir?" Xiangliu felt that the water power around him was isolated, and his plan to escape was completely shattered. While urging the demon pill to resist, he pleaded: "You and I are both from the hometown, we are both fellow villagers, and when fellow villagers meet, why do you have to do this?"
Fang Zuo sneered: "You were the one who wanted to stab me in the back first."
"I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. From now on, whatever you say is what I will do. From now on, you are my boss, and all the businesses that I have worked hard to build for so many years will belong to you. How about it?" Xiangliu looked at the wooden scabbard getting closer and closer with pleading eyes. No matter how much he urged the demon pill, he could not slow down the speed of the wooden scabbard at all.
Fang Zuo said nothing more and waved his hand.
The wooden scabbard suddenly accelerated, leaving a trail of afterimage and piercing straight towards Xiangliu.
A huge noise was heard throughout the high seas of Japan.
Deep gullies appeared in the sea, and sea water poured back into them.
The giant luxury yacht in Tokyo Bay was already tilting due to taking on water and was about to sink.
The bald old man still knelt obediently where he was, not daring to move.
"You are quite interesting." Fang Zuo walked in: "It's been such a long time, why don't you run away?"
"Sir, I dare not." The bald old man trembled and said, "If I run away, I will die if you win or the boss wins. It's better to stay here and wait for your punishment."
"You do have some survival instinct." Fang Zuo smiled and reached out to probe his soul.
A divine thought locked the bald old man's soul, and in a moment his soul would be shattered.
Fang Zuo said, "When you go back, everything will be as usual. I will have someone come to find you. You will assist her in taking over everything in your organization. From now on, she will be your boss. Do you understand?"
"I understand." The bald old man nodded, his expression finally relaxed: "But sir, there are several elders in the organization who are as powerful as me. I am afraid."
"Don't worry, the person who comes is enough to suppress them. If you don't obey, you will die!"
Fang Zuo walked out of the yacht and stepped onto the shore of Tokyo Bay.
On a whim, I seemed to sense something.
Looking into the distance.
I saw a young woman dressed in a uniform, a white shirt, a dark blue uniform pleated skirt, a pair of black stockings that were a little worn, and a pair of high heels.
Looking around for something.
Her hair was disheveled, with beads of sweat on her forehead dampening some of her bangs.
Haggard face, anxious expression.
Judging from her bare feet with torn stockings and her dusty appearance, she had traveled a lot.
After knowing that the signal appeared in Tokyo Bay, Sakura Kurumi drove the requisitioned Panamera and quickly arrived here by stepping on the accelerator.
But I searched all over Tokyo Bay for the whole morning but couldn't find it.
Tokyo Bay is so big that finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
However, as long as there is a little hope, she doesn't want to give up.
Sakura Kurumi slowed down in frustration, took off her high heels and put them back on.
The sea surface of Tokyo Bay is blue, with white sailboats, flying seagulls and blowing sea breeze.
Her pleated skirt and hair were constantly fluttering up and down in the sea breeze.
As gentle as that man’s big hands.
Where are you? Sakura Kurumi's beautiful eyes were a little blurry, and her legs were so sore that they were numb.
Until I noticed a man in the distance looking at me with a smile.
The sun was high behind him.
The sunlight made his whole body glow with golden light.
Is it an illusion?
Sakura Kurumi rubbed her eyes.
"Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall Manager." The man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Long time no see!"
Sakura Kurumi was stunned on the spot.
The little head went blank.
A string of small pearls slid down her pale face.
The lower lip, which was not covered with lipstick, had been bitten and was covered with blood.
She kicked the high heels one by one, sending them flying far away.
She was barefoot, with her skirt lifted up, and ran towards the man like crazy.
Then she slammed heavily into the man's arms.
She hooked her arms around the man's neck and her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.
Like countless times before, a koala hung on him.
He burst into tears with a loud 'wow'.
Crying heart-wrenchingly.
Cry without restraint.
I felt so wronged that I couldn't say anything and could only cry uncontrollably.
The sea breeze is still blowing gently.
Seagulls are circling in the sky.
There were more and more people walking along the shore of Tokyo Bay.
As they passed by, they glanced sideways at the couple sitting on the shore and cast their blessings over to them.
The woman fell asleep in the man's arms.
There were crystal tears on her face.
Occasionally, her little nose wrinkled, as if she had dreamed of something, and she sobbed.
The man's big hands patted the woman's back rhythmically and gently, as if he was coaxing a baby to sleep.
The two of them just hugged each other blankly.
I don’t know exactly how long it took, I only know that the sun moved from the east to the west.
The two people under the setting sun, hugged each other, facing the sunshine, stretching their shadows.
It seemed as if there were only the two of them on the long coastline.
Sakura Kurumi slowly opened her eyes.
She raised her head and looked at the man who had frightened her these days.
As if wanting to confirm if it was him.
She stretched out her little hand and stroked his forehead, his eyebrows, his nose, his lips, and finally fell on his chest.
The temperature of the forehead is just like his temperature.
His eyebrows are thick and tough, just like his temper.
His nose is high and strong, just like his personality.
His lips pressed together, thick as his embrace.
She twisted her waist and moved the two plump buttocks in the man's big hands to a more comfortable position.
"Bad guy?"
"Um?"
"Are you tired of holding me for so long?"
“Not tired.”
"Are you hurt?"
"Um."
Sakura Kurumi fell silent for a while after hearing this.
"Will you take me back to China?"
"You don't want to be the director of the hall anymore? Such a prestigious position."
"No more."
"Are you so worried that something might happen to me?"
"Um"
"Don't worry, it'll be okay."
"I know, but I'm just worried, especially after you lost contact." Yingkong Kurumi suddenly remembered something, grabbed Fang Zuo's big hand, and bit it hard with her little mouth: "Where's your phone? Why can't I get through and the signal has been lost?"
"It seems to be broken." Fang Zuo took it out and took a look.
The machine won't turn on.
It seemed that the moment the wooden scabbard came back, the fluctuation in space damaged the phone.
"I've been worried about you these days. The oracle from Shintoism said that you were dead." Yingsong Kurumi grabbed the man's big hand and stroked the teeth marks left by her little mouth with heartache.
"Don't worry, it's not that easy to die." Fang Zuo rubbed Yingkong Hutao's plump buttocks vigorously. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight: "Didn't you eat well these days?"
"Well, I don't want to eat." Sakura Kurumi said.
"You didn't sleep well either? You have such heavy dark circles under your eyes."
"Ah, is there?" Yingkong Kurumi quickly took out her cell phone and took a picture of her eyes: "Ahhh, the dark circles under my eyes are really heavy. Ah, I'm so hungry."
'Gurgle, gurgle.'
Sakura Kurumi's stomach began to growl.
Only then did I remember that I hadn't eaten for a day.
"Let's go and have dinner." Fang Zuo picked up Yingkong Kurumi.
"Put me down."
"No, just go like this."
“There are so many people.”
"Let them watch."
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Inside the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.
Kyoko Sasaki was still sleeping on the bed.
I don’t know what I was dreaming about, but there was a hint of spring in the corner of my mouth.
Suddenly he frowned and woke up with a groan.
"Are you awake?" Ishizawa Nako heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Sasaki Kyoko slowly waking up. "If you don't wake up, I'll have to send you to the hospital. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"
"It hurts so much." Kyoko Sasaki was in so much pain that tears were about to flow out: "Why does it hurt so much?"
"Where does it hurt? I checked and there's nothing wrong." Ishizawa Nako came over and said, "Have you forgotten that I'm studying medical care? Come and let me take a look."
"It's not the outside that hurts, it's the inside." Kyoko Sasaki said with a frown, stroking her lower abdomen.
"After the comfortable feeling, the pain comes. Is it so deep?" Ishizawa Nako swallowed her saliva as she looked at the location. "It's too exaggerated. Can that old guy be so powerful?"
"What old guy? He's a young man." Nozomi Sasaki rolled her eyes at Ishizawa Nako.
"Oh my, you're helping him start talking now." Ishizawa Nako mocked him, "How about it, handsome or not?"
"I couldn't see his face clearly at first, but then I could feel that he was really a young man. I could feel his muscles, his contours, and..." Kiko Sasaki blushed but didn't say anything.
"You still have that much strength, don't you?" Ishizawa Nako added, "Someone was so desperate that he refused to go, and the result was such a crazy scene at the scene, even the carpet was wet."
"Don't say that." Kyoko Sasaki was about to come over and cover Ishizawa Nako's mouth, but as soon as she moved, she immediately frowned.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Ishizawa Nako said, "I just checked you out. There are some tears, but it's not a big problem. If it hurts, you have to go to the hospital."
"No need." Sasaki Nozomi shook her head, and suddenly she thought of something, her face turned red, and she stammered, "Nako, did you feel the electricity when you did that?"
"How can there be a feeling of electricity? Alas, the one in my man is not that deep. One third is good enough." Ishizawa Nako shook her head.
"I'm not talking about the feeling, it's real electricity, tingling and numbness." Kiko Sasaki said shyly.
"Are you hallucinating?" Ishizawa Nako rolled her eyes: "It's been too long since you had a man?"
"Is it an hallucination?" Kyoko Sasaki said uncertainly. She was in a daze that night and really didn't know if it was an hallucination.
"Of course. By the way, did you achieve your goal?" Ishizawa Nako asked, "What did the old, oh no, young president say?"
"I... I forgot to ask." Kiko Sasaki lowered her head in frustration.
"Oh, you, you, send a message to ask later." Ishizawa Nako said angrily: "This is not a bargain for him, but why does it seem like it's a bargain for you."
Nako Ishizawa looked Kyoko Sasaki up and down.
That look made Kyoko Sasaki's ears turn red.
It seems that she is right.
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Fang Zuo put down the sleeping Yingkong Kurumi and cast a sleeping spell on her, allowing her to have a good rest.
She was so tired that even her soul was a little tired.
I have been missing for so many days. Now that this person is like this, what about Shiraishi Nagimitsu?
Fang Zuo came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.
It's quiet inside.
Oda Yui and Shiraishi Mei were both fast asleep.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu hasn't slept yet.
Fang Zuo came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's bedroom.
It was pitch black.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu was not lying on the bed.
A person was wearing a transparent white nightgown.
He sat on the wooden floor with his arms around his legs, huddled in the corner of the room looking pitiful.
He stared at the floor in a daze, his eyes lifeless.
Like an abandoned female cat.
In an instant, all sense of security was lost.
He could only squat in panic in the small place that had lost its owner.
Fantasizing about the master's return.
(End of this chapter)
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