Chapter 261 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Tenderness
Makie bypassed the cameras along the way and spent quite some time before arriving at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa in Chiyoda.
There are no tall buildings nearby, and since it is an upscale chome, there are too many cameras.
In order to avoid being tracked by the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, Makie hid herself in the alley at the corner of the villa street.
Waiting for Shiraishi Nagimitsu to come back.
The white shirt inside the suit was stained with blood, but fortunately the bullet holes in his body had stopped bleeding and were gradually healing.
But the bullet remained in her body, constantly consuming her blood and energy.
This made Ma Feihui's hunger increase continuously.
Saliva kept secreting from her red lips.
Occasionally, police cars whizzed by, and Ma Feihui had to endure it to avoid unnecessary trouble . Pedestrians walked through the streets and alleys from time to time.
Under the street light, they looked at a man wearing a full black suit, with a somewhat loose tie, looking incredibly 'seductive', leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.
Pale face.
A pair of incredibly slender and white hands extended from the sleeves of the black suit.
The red nails on her hands are as bright as newly blooming spring flowers.
"Sir? Or Miss?" A white-collar woman who was off work happened to pass by and gently patted Ma Feihui's shoulder as she closed her eyes to rest.
Ma Feihui slowly opened her eyes and looked at the other person.
"Excuse me, where did you get your manicure in Tokyo? What shade of red is this? It looks so pretty, and your hands are so beautiful. Could you please tell me?" The white-collar woman didn't finish her words when she saw the white shirt stained red under the black suit. She screamed and a look of fear on her face. She was too scared to ask any more questions and quickly ran away in her high heels.
Ma Feihui was left confused after being disturbed.
It's so inexplicable!!!
This is what human beings are. So boring, weak, and ignorant. Ma Feihui sneered as she watched the back of the fleeing white-collar woman.
I looked at my hands and nails.
But what I want to do is to be human.
A helpless smile appeared on his face.
Continue to close your eyes and wait for Shiraishi Nagimitsu to come back.
Late in the autumn night.
There was a cool breeze in the alley, causing her black hair to flutter.
Ma Feihui pulled her suit closer.
Suddenly, a sense of crisis came.
Ma Feihui suddenly opened her eyes and looked to the other end of the alley.
The white moon in the sky is bright, but the lights in the alley are dim.
A woman in a T-shirt and jeans was walking towards me in the alley.
She has obvious Eastern European white looks, with natural long wavy hair, three-dimensional and delicate facial features, and fair skin.
Tall and sexy.
But like a child, he kept wrinkling his nose, smelling something along the scent brought by the autumn wind.
Like a little female cat searching for air.
She frowned and came to Ma Feihui.
Looking at Ma Feihui curiously who was wearing a suit.
He slowly raised his head and stared at Ma Feihui, then suddenly shouted: "Heretic, you are a heretic!!"
She suddenly looked confused.
A vast and holy aura burst out from her body.
A beam of white light shot towards Makihui from her eyes.
"The First God Clan!" Ma Feihui was so frightened that the hairs on her body stood up. Her slender hands glowed red and intertwined in front of her body, quickly cutting through the space and laying down a net of red light to block the energy that threatened her.
The red and white lights crossed and disappeared.
Ma Feihui leaped back and jumped onto the wall, staring at the beautiful Eastern European woman.
Waiting for her second attack.
However, the woman seemed to have forgotten about this matter. Her eyes became clear again and she no longer paid attention to Makihui. Instead, she continued to smell the scent in the air and slowly came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.
She looked carefully at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.
"He's not here." The woman shook her head in frustration and turned away.
He didn't even look at Ma Feihui.
"How could the descendants of the Chushen clan appear in Tokyo?" Makihui's face showed surprise for a moment, and then turned pale.
Ma Feihui, who had just experienced this unexpected disaster, tried her best to resist the attack, and the injuries in her body could no longer be suppressed and broke out.
Her head felt dizzy, everything went dark before her eyes, and she fell off the wall.
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Yuji Hosokawa's cell phone fell to the ground.
On screen.
In the hall of Sakura Hibiki's house.
Sakura Kimitsu and Akira Niimura were both drenched in sweat.
Her hair stuck tightly to her fair skin, which made the already charming and mature woman even more impatient and hungry.
The flesh-colored stockings become more transparent as they are soaked with sweat.
The soft and white buttocks were covered with bloody handprints.
This is the second time the two have worked together, and they have an incredible tacit understanding.
Be able to clearly know what is needed.
What to do.
But it keeps sinking endlessly.
Hiroshi Hosokawa kept yelling and cursing.
The voices of several evil spirits in the body kept mocking.
"Look, can you bear it?"
"She doesn't belong to you, not before, and not now."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Hosokawa Yuzhi's face flushed red, the veins on his neck were frightening, his eyes bulged, and several vengeful spirits in his body taunted him at will. He screamed madly, "I'm going to kill these two bitches."
"Yes, kill them, torture them to death."
"Hahaha, you useless man, hurry up and show your masculinity."
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Inside the izakaya.
"How about it? The Chinese food here is pretty good, right?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.
"It's hot. It's hot. This shrimp spring roll is so delicious." Nanchuan Jingzi nodded incoherently, fanning her mouth with her hands, picked up a small cup of sake and drank it quickly: "And the twice-cooked pork here goes well with wine."
"The boss here is amazing. He can cook Chinese, Western and Japanese side dishes, and they are very good. He is only open at night." Shiraishi Nagiko said with a smile: "My man taught me what authentic Chinese food is."
"Sister, I've been back for so long, and you never brought me here." Shiraishi Mei pouted, looking unhappy.
"Oh, it's my first time too. Your sister is very busy. She saw that I was in a bad mood today, so she brought me here." Minamikawa Keiko looked at the two sisters who put their huge things on the table, then looked down at her own, and her already unhappy heart became even more unhappy.
I'm not small either, just not this big.
"Seeing you sisters like this makes me feel even worse." Minamikawa Keiko frowned.
"It's actually very hard to be this big." Shiraishi Nagi pursed her red lips: "Didn't you notice that the straps on my bra are wider? It's because they are too heavy. If the straps are too thin, it will hurt my skin."
"Oh my God, I also want this kind of hardship. Please let me develop again." Minamikawa Keiko raised her hands high and prayed.
"You should go home first and apologize to your father, then everything will be fine." Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked up the Western-style grilled lemon fish and put it elegantly between her red lips, chewing slowly.
"No apology. I will never compromise this time. How can I sell my daughter like this? I was so scared when I got home. If I hadn't protested strongly, I might have been at the wedding now." Minamikawa Keiko sighed: "And..."
Nanchuan Jingzi paused and looked a little worried, then continued, "I told you last time that after the evil god incident, my father and mother's personalities changed a lot."
"It was that time that you completely fell in love with, oh no, you fell in love with that man, right?" Shiraishi Nagi smoothed her hair.
"I know you definitely don't understand why I fell in love with a man so easily this time." Nanchuan Jingzi's face was lost in memories: "You don't understand that when you are so desperate that you are numb, your heart is being squeezed tightly by a big hand, making you unable to breathe, making you feel sick and want to vomit, and the depression makes you want to commit suicide, you see him at that moment."
"A heart no longer belongs to you, right?" Shiraishi Nagiko's eyes were slightly confused: "I understand"
Mei Shiraishi watched the two people from the side, silently picking up her chopsticks.
The three of them walked out of the pub.
After Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Shiraishi Mei sent Minamikawa Keiko to the taxi, the two also came to their own car.
The driver hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door for the two of them.
"Sorry to trouble you, it's so late today." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bowed apologetically.
"Please don't say that, Councillor Shiraishi. This is my job and the salary you give me is already high enough." The driver quickly bowed deeply in return.
"These are a few portions that I asked the boss to remake. They are all his specialties. You can take them back and try them." After Shiraishi Nagimitsu finished speaking, Shiraishi Mei beside him quickly handed over the lunch box.
"Thank you so much, Councillor Shiraishi." The driver took it with both hands and closed the car door respectfully.
"You're welcome." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.
After getting off the car in front of his villa.
"I'll take a shower first." Mei Shiraishi jumped into the villa.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu was about to close the door when he looked out at the entrance of the alley in the distance and saw a young man in a suit slumped against the wall.
Is this drunkenness? Or a sudden illness?
Shiraishi Nagi walked over with a frown on his face, carefully keeping his distance, and asked with his head slightly tilted: "Excuse me, do you need any help?"
I saw that the young man was wearing a suit tightly wrapped around his body.
Eyes closed, pale face.
The neutral dress cannot hide her charming red lips and facial features.
Is this a woman?
Shiraishi Nagimitsu shifted his gaze downwards, looking at her ankles in black stockings exposed from beneath her suit trousers, and the slightly bulging chest of her suit, and confirmed her gender.
This made Shiraishi Nagimitsu feel a little relieved, and he moved closer: "Hello, do I need to call an emergency number for you?"
"Drink some water." The androgynous-dressed woman moaned.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned. Is he so hungry?
How could people in Tokyo be so hungry?
This is not right to look like a costume.
Without further investigation, Shiraishi Nagimitsu returned to the villa, opened the refrigerator, took out a large bottle of milk and a sandwich, and returned to the woman dressed in a neutral style.
Put food next to her.
A whimpering autumn wind blew by, and Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was still wearing her uniform skirt, felt the chill. She hurried back to the villa and took out another blanket.
I took it and was stunned again.
The large bucket of milk that had just been brought out was drunk up, and even a few sandwiches were eaten up.
The woman was still mumbling about water and food.
Can you eat so much?
Isn't this eating too fast?
Shiraishi Nagimitsu covered her with a blanket, then hurried back to take out the remaining sandwiches and ham, and hastily put them next to her.
"I'll call an ambulance for you and take you to the hospital," said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
The woman didn't comment. She picked up the ham sandwich and started eating it in big mouthfuls, swallowing it without even chewing it carefully.
Seeing this, Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was already full, couldn't help swallowing.
After thinking it over, he ran back, picked up his phone, and walked out again, ready to call the hospital for an ambulance.
But the result surprised her again.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked around in surprise.
The woman who had seemed unable to move, leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground, had disappeared.
If it weren't for the milk bottle and sandwich bag on the ground, Shiraishi Nagimitsu would have thought he was hallucinating.
What a strange woman! She is beautiful but dresses in a neutral style. She wears bright lipstick and black stockings underneath.
What a conflict, what a contradiction.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu shrugged his shoulders, picked up the garbage on the ground, and walked back to the villa.
What she didn't know was.
In another alley far away, Makihui was raising her beautiful right hand, staring at Shiraishi Nagimitsu, with red light flickering from her five fingers.
As long as she had the slightest thought, this woman would die in front of her.
The goal was achieved instantly.
Makie struggled in her heart until she saw Shiraishi Nagimitsu walking back to the villa and Shiraishi Mei coming out.
Then he slowly put down his right hand.
"You saved me once, so I'll spare you this time." Ma Feihui told herself in her heart: "Three days, I'll let you live for three more days, and I'll come back after three days."
moment.
The desire to struggle faded a lot, as if I felt that this was natural.
The sudden glimpse she had in her coma came to her mind.
Shiraishi Nagihiru's delicate little face was full of worry about the food and the blanket. Makiie pulled the blanket on her body.
All these made her feel a little different in her heart.
This is the first time someone is worried about me.
Ma Feihui said in her heart with a wry smile.
But why is it your goal?
"Add a few more days, so you can live a few more days." Ma Feihui jumped into the air, kicked the wall with one leg, and moved quickly, leaving only a few words behind, as if telling herself.
"For your concern, I'll give you a few more days, Shiraishi Nagihiru~~~.
In another apartment somewhere in Tokyo.
Caitlin Palacios takes a bath in the tub.
Suddenly, the pocket watch that he had been carrying with him all the time vibrated.
Caitlin Palacios stared closely at the ancient pocket watch in her hand.
"Finally appeared, the daughter of the first god."
She stood up quickly, and the foamy bath water on her body flowed down her slender limbs.
She didn't have time to wipe it off.
He picked up a windbreaker and put it on, then followed the direction of the pocket watch's hands.
The movements of this daughter of the first god were extremely strange.
After traveling around Tokyo, Caitlin Palacios finally came to a place.
The breath of the Daughter of the First God disappeared here.
The University of Tokyo.
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Inside the villa bathtub.
"Mitsubishi Group?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu reached over with her hands and slowly massaged Fang Zuo's brows, while her snow-white body covered in foam pressed tightly against Fang Zuo's back.
Let out a satisfied sigh.
Fang Zuo felt the sensation of the beauty's body on his back.
Smooth and soft.
"This group of guys has been expanding non-stop since World War II. Not only do they have many assets overseas, they have also been developing their own power in the island's political arena. I heard that they have recently been fighting to the death with several other financial groups in Brazil for mineral resources." Shiraishi Nagiko sneered, "They are like all the chaebols, and they can't wait to suck the country dry."
"They will fully support you in the future." Fang Zuo said with a smile: "They seem to have some ideas, and someone should contact you soon."
"Fully support me? Are they trying to reorganize a political party?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu rubbed his body, frowned and said softly: "As far as I know, quite a few party members are actually their people."
Fang Zuo couldn't help but admire this little woman. She was indeed very perceptive in politics and could easily guess the other party's thoughts. She was indeed a person who was born to be active in the island country's political arena and make a living from this.
"You guessed it. They really meant it. What do you think?"
"Let me think about it, are we in a cooperative relationship, or?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit Fang Zuo's shoulder, his breathing a little rapid. It was like this every time, and after rubbing it a few times, he would rekindle himself.
"Submission, absolute submission." Fang Zuo sneered, "If you don't want to, no matter what plan you propose, their only choice is to accept it or exterminate the clan."
Realizing that the woman's body on his back was getting hotter and hotter, Fang Zuo reached out and grabbed the smooth buttocks, "What's wrong now?"
Shiraishi Nagimitsu used her small hands to vigorously lift Fang Zuo's shoulders and moved him out of the bathtub. Her eyes were bright and her red lips were as bright as cherries: "I want it too. Submission."
His body pressed tightly against hers.
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Feng Dielian watched the video sent from her phone and clenched her hands.
The nails dug deep into the palms.
His own people knelt collectively in a field, wailing collectively.
Everyone's body was covered with bruises from the whip.
Covered in blood.
The young leader of the Shimazu clan, whom his clan had served for hundreds of years, was being grabbed by the back of the collar by Ashiya Dosan, who was tossing his small body up and down like a sandbag.
There was fear on the little face and he was crying loudly.
Every time he was thrown high up and dropped down, his little head would land a few centimeters above the stone slab on the ground, and would stop abruptly when one of his calves was grabbed.
If Ashiya Dosan had been a little slower in receiving the call, his little head would have hit the stone slab.
"Sir, please forgive me. Feng Dielian will definitely complete the task." Feng Dielian pleaded painfully.
"Feng Dielian, this is the punishment for your failed mission." Ashiya Dosan sneered, "I don't want to investigate whether you really betrayed the Ashiya family, but I don't want to spend this effort, because everything you have is in my hands, the life of your family, the life of this Shimazu young son, and your life."
"So, I don't want to hear any of your reasons. I just want a result. I want to get the information about the person behind Yingkong Kurumi immediately. Then I will organize another sniper attack on Yingkong Kurumi."
"Otherwise, you know what will happen to you."
"Yes, sir." Feng Dielian nodded: "I will definitely complete the task, I swear."
"Very good, as soon as possible, I've been very impatient lately." Ashiya Dosan nodded and the video went off.
'thump'.
Feng Dielian knelt on the ground, took out her cell phone painfully, and looked at the number that she had seen countless times and was familiar with.
Why is nothing mine?
I don't belong to me, and neither does he belong to me ——————
Inside the Prime Minister’s residence.
Shiba Mao looked at the royal edict that had just been sent to him in surprise.
Who is Emperor Naruhito going to pass the throne to? Saeko? The eldest princess who was expelled from the imperial family?
"What do you think about this matter?" Shi Pomao rubbed his brows.
How could there be so many troubles in just a few months of my term?
It would be fine if the royal family themselves broke the tradition, but the eldest princess knew that she was a member of Washington and the Protestant Church.
"This matter has nothing to do with our government. Let Shintoism worry about it." Cabinet Minister of Culture Hiroshi Hosokawa said with a smile.
Shiba Mao nodded and had a good impression of this newcomer who was transferred up through connections.
He is not very old in the political arena, but he seems to be particularly experienced and well-informed.
It's no wonder that I brought him into the cabinet.
'Knock knock knock'
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Shiba Mao said.
The secretary opened the door and stood at the entrance and said, "Your Excellency the Prime Minister, Sakura Sora Kurumi from the Tokyo Exorcist Security Department is here."
"Please invite her in quickly." said Shiba Mao.
He rubbed his brows again.
Sharma Khan, the high priest of the Hindu Brahmin.
John Matthews, the red-robed bishop of the Vatican, is also the nominal godfather who baptized him.
There is also a Thai necromancer king.
Three such important people disappeared in Japan.
And most likely dead.
This prompted diplomats from the three countries to come here several times and demand a thorough investigation.
The other two are okay, after all, national strength and religion have little influence.
But John Matthews is different.
The influence of Catholicism is spread all over the world, and if a cardinal disappears in Japan, they must be given an explanation.
As for the Catholic Church's request for him to arrest the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Kana Morisawa, all of this needs to be done by this Chief Sakura Sora Kurumi.
For a moment, Shiba Shige seemed to have an illusion that this Sakura Sora Kurumi was the prime minister.
It seems that there is nothing she can do unless she wants to.
"Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Sakura Kurumi was wearing a police uniform, holding her police hat in her hand. Under the uniform skirt, her calves were wrapped in gray stockings. She stood in a standard posture and saluted in a standard manner.
Her little face was cold, and the golden pendant earring on her ear made her face look extremely beautiful.
"You've come just in time, Yingkong Kurumi Hall, we've been waiting for you." Shiba Mao smiled and stood up to greet him: "Come on, please take a seat, I'm asking you to come here because there's something very important that I need you to do."
"Understood, Prime Minister." Sakura Kurumi nodded: "But, I am here to arrest someone. I'm sorry, Prime Minister, please talk about your matter later."
"Arrest someone?" Shiba Mao was stunned. "Arrest who? Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall Chief, you are not mistaken, this is the Prime Minister's residence, and the people in this office are all new cabinet officials. Who do you want to arrest?"
(End of this chapter)
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