Chapter 365: The Conquered Jewish Beauty
Fang Zuo looked at his body and slowly approached Michaela Cohen.
Then sit next to her.
Michaela Cohen bit her lower lip and showed a charming expression.
The muddy look in her eyes can wrap up any man.
Even though she didn't have any body odor.
However, European and American women secrete a much stronger feminine scent than Asian women.
It exudes a light truffle-like scent.
She stretched out her little hand.
The nails above were stained scarlet with sunflower juice.
Five fingers slowly moved down along the honey-colored skin.
then.
She pushed Fang Zuo hard until he sat sideways.
She sat on Fang Zuo's thighs with her beautiful legs crossed, her forehead against the man's.
He put his arms around Fang Zuo’s neck.
Smelling the masculine scent and faint smell of sweat on the man.
She felt the man's big hands gripping her narrow, exposed waist.
Wrinkles on the palms.
Roughly caressing her delicate and smooth skin.
Michaela Cohen looked at Fang Zuo with confusion in her blue eyes.
But Fang Zuo pulled out his left hand and pulled her long brown hair back.
Michaela Cohen only felt a slight pain in her scalp.
She looked like a young mare, as if her master had reined her in.
I understood it instantly.
"Don't stay here. Someone will come out and be seen."
Michaela Cohen raised her flushed little face and tied up her long brown hair.
This scene is extremely real.
The body's sense of touch and sensation are no different than usual.
In addition to Fang Zuo's spiritual consciousness lingering in the body, it was as if he was looking at himself from a God's perspective.
The rest are exactly the same.
Michaela Cohen, on the other hand, has completely eliminated other memories.
Completely immersed in it.
Serve your man wholeheartedly.
Everything that happened in the linked neurons gradually merged with the original memories in her body.
Michaela Cohen knelt on the sandy ground of the estate.
The two tender knees were rubbed red.
There were faint traces of tiny scratches caused by gravel.
Michaela Cohen's beautiful eyes turned red.
The emerald green eyes look watery.
I saw my father coming out from a distance.
She was so scared that she stood up quickly.
Hiding quietly behind the chair, the other party made a face to the left, indicating that he was in front of him.
Leave in the other direction.
In the days to come.
The two of them experienced all the plots in romance novels.
Michaela Cohen's family did not agree with the two of them being together at all.
One was the young mistress of a manor, and the other was a poor farmer.
Father’s scolding and mother’s tears.
Fang Zuo was whipped by the Cohen family for Michaela Cohen.
Almost lost my life.
Michaela Cohen sadly touched the whip marks on Fang Zuo's back and ran back to her family to scold her parents.
In the end, I couldn't win the argument with my parents.
To commit suicide for love, jump into the river.
Fortunately, he was rescued by Fang Zuo.
Under the moonlight.
The two snuggled together and decided to elope.
Fang Zuo's spiritual consciousness was coldly sensing everything nearby, and he felt that the plot was becoming more and more clichéd.
This thing that connects the two people's neurons controls the direction of their neurons.
But the plot is probably because you have read too many old European and American novels.
And come up with some such plots.
Fortunately, it doesn't watch those popular online dramas.
Otherwise, I would be disgusted to death by it in the plot.
Fang Zuo's spiritual sense looked around this [universe].
His Asura body, which was over five meters long and had not yet been retracted, was lying together with the naked Michaela Cohen.
There is an invisible force field supporting them from beneath them.
A strange vibration was transmitted between the two people.
Michaela Cohen's petite body of just 1.6 meters tall compares with Fang Zuo standing next to her.
Poor little one.
A small face lay on Fang Zuo's open right palm.
As big as a red apple
Hesitation is going through everything in the neurons.
Her delicate face kept flushing.
Her red lips were trembling slightly and it was unclear what she was saying.
Tiny beads of sweat kept appearing on my body.
The entire space seems to be a round glass cover floating in the universe.
Various planets in the distance on the left half are clearly visible.
It seems to be right in front of you.
From time to time, huge meteorites pass by.
The right half is much more interesting.
Like the surveillance end of hundreds of camera lenses.
The images on each monitor are constantly changing.
There are both Western fantasy scenes and various other species using messy magic.
There are also classic fairy-tale scenes, where monks are riding their magic weapons towards the trial site.
Or it could be a dynastic struggle in some ancient dynasty, with chaos and war.
There are also modern cities with bustling traffic, as if they are a projection of the current earth.
Until Fang Zuo discovered that there were several worlds that he was familiar with in these shots.
The Kingdom of God in Shintoism and the Kingdom of God in Catholicism.
Protestantism is also included.
Then it dawned on him.
Every shot here is an independent little world belonging to the Earth's subspace.
This magical space where I am located can actually give me a peek into all the small worlds created on the Earth.
The only thing missing is the body of the creature with the cold mechanical voice.
There are no instruments or objects to be seen here.
When Fang Zuo wanted to expand his spiritual awareness.
An invisible force blocked his consciousness.
Fortunately, Fang Zuo could feel that he had broken free from the constraints of the North American Heavenly Dao.
My body is slowly recovering.
And now inside the neuron.
The subsequent plot was just as Fang Zuo had imagined.
Fang Zuo and Michaela Cohen elope from the estate.
Michaela Cohen's only jewelry was exchanged for two tickets to Europe.
A few years later.
Fang Zuo achieved success in Italy and returned to his North American estate with Michaela Cohen.
And successfully resolved the crisis of Michaela Cohen's family.
Saved Michaela Cohen's parents.
finally.
The family agreed to their marriage.
Michaela Cohen has grown to her current age.
She got out of a vintage car in her white wedding dress.
He rushed towards Fang Zuo happily.
The two held a wedding.
Next.
Neuronal signaling is interrupted.
Michaela Cohen's beautiful eyes slowly opened.
She saw her naked body and quickly covered her chest with her hands.
She clamped her legs tightly together and bent her body to sit up.
She looked at the huge Fang Zuo's body beside her, with a complicated look in her eyes.
Now my feelings for this man couldn't be more genuine.
The moment I opened my eyes and saw Fang Zuo.
I seemed to see my lover, with whom I had been entangled in life and death, meeting him again.
She slowly stretched her body and stretched out her little hands.
She grabbed Fang Zuo's huge hand and rubbed it on her face.
Everything that I experienced with this man is still fresh in my mind.
It seems like it happened just yesterday.
It merges with my own memories, making it both real and blurry.
Michaela Cohen frowned, trying to tell herself that these were just neurons at work.
None of it is real.
But her body just refuted her thoughts.
Love everything about this man.
I like the rough lines on his big hands, which wipe away countless sad tears from my eyes.
I like his lips slowly licking away the sweat on my body.
I like the feeling of being hugged tightly by such broad arms when I am sick.
I supported myself with my legs, and ran quickly with my critically ill self on my back.
Everything is the same.
Nothing has changed.
Except the body is much bigger.
Michaela Cohen glanced.
Swallowed.
"Can you accept him now?" the mechanical and cold voice continued.
Michaela Cohen wanted to keep a straight face and shake her head.
But he saw that he was still holding Fang Zuo's big hands with both hands and still refused to let go.
My face couldn't help but turn red.
I wanted to deny it outright, but the words that came out of my mouth turned into: "Is he okay? Is he healthy?"
After saying that.
Michaela Cohen realized what she had said. She was surprised and shy.
"The thing that I cannot understand most about this great planet [Recursive Prototype Universe] is that it allows creatures to evolve such useless love." The mechanical and cold voice said, "I have observed this planet for a long time and found that it is not only the main plane that is like this, but also the other projected small planes. These garbage emotions are present in all the planes."
"I don't understand why a planet that can give birth to and evolve several super-conscious cosmic law entities can also evolve love, something that is of no help to evolution."
"In my opinion, the only function of your so-called love is to promote mating, produce pleasure, and reproduce offspring."
The voice paused and then said, "Now that you have experienced everything in the neurons, you should no longer have any psychological burden."
Michaela Cohen still held Fang Zuo's big hands with both hands and glanced at Fang Zuo dimly.
There was neither a nod nor a shake of the head.
Sitting in silence.
"No objection means agreement." The cold voice continued mechanically: "This is also something new I learned from your main plane, that is, hypocrisy."
"You clearly agreed, but you still act like this."
“This greatly hinders communication efficiency.”
"Now, it's time for you to take action. Hurry, climb up."
Michaela Cohen was stunned.
His hands loosened.
“Pah.”
Fang Zuo's big hand that was holding it dropped it.
The force field beneath the two people made a sound.
She looked at Fang Zuo's big hand with a painful look on her face, and after massaging it a little, she raised her head and asked, "Why are you still doing that here?"
Michaela Cohen's face was red and bleeding: "Didn't we already complete it in the neurons?"
"That only happened in the neurons. You love him now, but can you guarantee that he loves you as much?" The mechanical voice asked coldly, "The dark matter energy resonance core is so important that no mistakes can be made. This evolver is very strong, and I am seriously lacking energy now."
"I've calculated that with my current energy, the chance of imprisoning him forever is less than one percent."
"You must strengthen your relationship with him. Only by mating with him and even having his child can your relationship become more solid."
"Only then can we get back the dark matter energy resonance core and repair everything."
"No, no, I can't do it." Michaela Cohen lowered her head, her hands unconsciously tightly grasping Fang Zuo's big hands, and kept shaking her head.
"What a hypocritical creature! I really don't understand why you evolved such useless emotions?" The cold voice said with a hint of emotion:
"After I said mating, your heartbeat was thirty percent faster than usual and your hormones were 40 percent faster than usual."
"Your body is ready for this, but you are still hypocritically refusing."
"This ineffective ditch has no meaning."
"Please act now, or I will make you do it passively."
Michaela Cohen shuddered: "But how can I possibly complete his body?"
"According to the data analysis of your biological body, it is completely possible." The mechanical voice replied: "If you need it during the process, I can use equipment to help you complete it."
"No, I can do it myself." Michaela Cohen bit her lower lip and quickly rejected it.
I wonder what shameful things this emotionless guy will do next.
Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, Michaela Cohen leaned forward and gently kissed the man's cold lips.
Then he placed his hands on the chest, which felt the same to him, raised his body, and turned his head to look down.
His face turned pale.
Is this really possible?
She gritted her teeth.
And now in North America.
It's become a mess.
In the extremely luxurious offices of the Federal Reserve.
Surprisingly no one talked about financial issues.
Because the three Anglo-Saxon consortium representatives were not present.
There are only four Jewish families in power.
The old man wearing a Jewish hat sitting in the first seat.
The head of the Rothschild family.
Jacob Rothschild.
He said in a deep voice: "Miss Michaela hasn't replied to the message yet?"
Demi Blackrock stood obediently by and shook her head.
"Is all the energy used up?" Jacob Rothschild asked again.
"Yes." Demi Black nodded: "The last report I heard was that the energy reserves have reached the warning line again."
"I don't know if we can get the holy relic this time. We have invested enough in these years." The second old man, the head of the Warburg family, said: "If we still can't succeed, the loss will be too great."
"Decades of savings were consumed in one go."
"This is all the fault of those traitors," said the third old man, "otherwise we in Judaism would have enough believers and wouldn't need this at all."
"Well, when the Jews of the plane become the masters of this planet, there will always be a time to settle accounts with them, including those invaders in their divine kingdom." Jacob Rothschild said in a deep voice: "How about the research laboratories of other countries around the world? Haven't they developed any new materials yet?"
Demi Blackrock shook her head: "Many materials are not available on our planet, and there is no way to break through the bottleneck now."
"Invest more money in them." Jacob Rothschild sighed and said, "As long as the materials on this planet do not make a breakthrough, we will never be able to use technologies that are far beyond this civilization."
And in the Protestant cathedral.
The Archbishop said coldly: "Are you saying that the divine array and Fran Scott are both dead?"
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty." A state bishop kneeling below was trembling with fear.
"You mean he was killed by just one blow from this man?" The archbishop looked at the projection in disbelief.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed the third Protestant at all. He died after just one encounter.
"Who is this man?" The archbishop raised his jeweled scepter and pointed at the blurry-faced man in the projection.
“No, I don’t know.”
"You don't know anything, so why did you come back? Why are you the only one who survived?" The archbishop said coldly: "A useless guy like you should return to the Kingdom of God and become an insignificant citizen of God instead of kneeling here."
"Oh, Archbishop, spare my life." Before the state bishop could finish his words, the jeweled scepter had already smashed down.
He only saw his own turbid red and white splashing out.
Then everything went black and I lost consciousness.
"Where is Saint Momoki Kanonai?" the archbishop suddenly asked.
"She said she was going to Disneyland in Los Angeles for some fun." The nun next to her stepped forward and said respectfully.
The archbishop frowned.
Now that this Saint has arrived, he should normally have wiped out all of Momoki Kanonna's emotions.
Why are so many still retained?
But the archbishop immediately gave up this question.
This is certainly a good thing.
As an archbishop, what he fears most is that this saint with the identity of the Holy Temple of the Kingdom of God will come to take away his power. Since Momoki Kanonai likes to play, then just have fun. It would be best if she keeps playing like this.
And Momoki Kanonai was sitting in the Protestant private plane.
Fly to Los Angeles.
It wasn't for Disney.
Not long ago.
She heard the news of the failure in Los Angeles Beach.
Then she saw a familiar figure floating in the air in the video sent back.
This made Momoki Kanonna so excited that she almost shouted out.
My man really came across the ocean to find me.
She couldn't hide the joy on her little face.
As for the power in the hands of the archbishop.
She wants it.
But there's no rush.
Dr. Blair from the National Security Agency was even more anxious than himself.
If he fails.
Then it's your turn.
Momoki Kanonai slowly raised her little hand.
The manicure just done above.
The nail art is also inlaid with rhinestones.
A particle light blade slowly emerged on the back of the hand.
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Tokyo.
"Sister, don't you want to go to bed early?" Shiraishi Mei yawned and walked out in her black nightgown.
Seeing Shiraishi Nagimitsu still sorting out materials so late at night.
"Go to sleep. There are a lot of things to do in Congress starting tomorrow." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head.
"Is it targeting the Aso family?"
"More than that." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head.
At this moment, a figure flashed outside the window.
Ma Feihui stood at the door.
"Why did you come back just now?" said Mei Shiraishi.
"I came back a long time ago. Councillor Shiraishi asked me to stay in the big board to do some things." Maki came over with a briefcase and placed it next to Shiraishi Nagimitsu:
"This is the information you asked me to find about the Japan Agricultural Association."
"Thank you, thank you for your hard work!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked it up, took out a document from it and looked at it carefully.
As he looked at it, he asked, "How is the price of rice in Osaka?"
"I went to several supermarkets and saw that, like everywhere in Japan, prices are still rising like crazy. The average price of a five-kilogram bag of rice has risen to nearly 4,000 yen," said Makihui.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at the document.
The bottom of the document clearly has the BlackRock Group watermark.
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Kyoto.
Mount Atago.
The great Tengu Atagoyama Tarobo was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in front of the Buddha statue with his eyes closed.
Playing with Buddhist beads in his hands.
"Sir, when did we cooperate with the Jewish consortium? How come I didn't know about this?" said the beautiful woman sitting on the left, who was icy cold all over.
"You don't need to know. This is a decision made by the adults." The Aobozu on the right said in a deep voice: "What you should worry about now is who that mysterious person in Tokyo is."
"There are many descendants of the Snow Tribe living at the foot of Mount Fuji."
"That guy has now slaughtered all the great demons in Tokyo."
"If it weren't for him, the laboratory in the sewer would not have been exposed."
And now it is west of Tokyo.
Zhang Yingxian kicked an old man's head off.
He happily took the demon pill.
Pick up the compass and look at it carefully.
"Okay, there's only one big demon left in the whole of Tokyo." Zhang Yingxian walked out of the apartment door, stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, gestured for a while, and took out a translator: "Go to Tokyo Bay."
He stared at the taxi meter and asked, "How much? 660 yen starting fare?"
"Fuck you, let me calculate how much."
Then a terrifying roar came from the taxi: "The starting price is over 40 yuan, why don't you Japanese just go and rob it, damn it!"
Ayakata Kawahara and the cat-girl sisters who were in Tokyo Bay had no idea that Zhang Yingxian was heading towards them.
In this moment in space.
Fang Zuo felt Michaela Cohen, who was lying on top of him, her face as pale as paper.
The small body was shaking uncontrollably.
And his realm is gradually recovering.
888 (End of this chapter)
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