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"Who are you?" The old man and the middle-aged man moved a few steps calmly to form a corner formation.

"Fujino-kun, save... me." Sakura Kurumi said with difficulty.

"Fujino? Are you from the Exorcist Guard?" The old man waved his hand.

The eyeballs behind him retracted their blood vessels and returned to the umbrella.

The surrounding space vibrates.

The next moment, Tang Feng's umbrella appeared behind Fang Zuo.

"How did you get to this floor?" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, then took out a Japanese wind chime and shook it.

"Was it difficult to get up here?" Fang Zuoshou surveyed the surroundings, then smiled at the tied-up woman opposite him and said, "Captain Yingkong Kurumi, are you okay?"

"Why are you here alone?" Yingkong Kurumi's evil magic did not retreat. She gritted her teeth and endured the heightened senses, trying not to let out a shameful moan: "Baga, run away, run away!"

She tried hard to shout out this sentence, her face full of despair. How could there be such a stupid man who actually came to save her alone?

Who does he think he is.

"Father, none of the Shikigami below responded." The middle-aged man had a serious expression on his face.

"Is there anyone else?" The old man in kimono slowly took off half of his kimono, revealing the right half of his body.

And a shriveled right arm covered with talismans.

"Hey, I can't sense anyone else." Tang Feng Umbrella Demon chuckled, his eyes rolling around: "Now I can have some fun with living people."

"A five-hundred-year-old ghost is the most powerful ghost in this building. Your family has spent a lot of time cultivating it, generation after generation." Fang Zuo glanced at the Tangfeng Umbrella Demon and shook his head: "In order to control it, you forced it into a spiritual tool."

“It’s like holding a sharp blade in your hand. You want to swing it, but you’re afraid of hurting yourself.”

"Instead of trying to improve your swordsmanship, you've put this sharp blade into a scabbard that can't be removed."

"This method is simply a joke."

The kimono-clad old man slowly straightened his hunched body, his eyes gleaming with brilliance: "Who on earth are you?"

Fang Zuosha stared at the talisman on the old man in kimono with interest: "Ancient witch script?"

"That's not right." Fang Zuo shook his head and laughed, "You copied the Taoist mantra so poorly that even I couldn't tell."

"I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. Where did the Shikigami of this building go?" The middle-aged man put his right hand into the center of his left palm and slowly pulled out a black dagger.

The dagger was covered with various blinking compound eyes, which was extremely disgusting.

"You sacrificed yourself to control this demonic dagger?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows. "You're truly ruthless."

"Catch him and interrogate him slowly." The old man in kimono shouted, and his shriveled arms covered with talismans became extremely strong and muscular as if they were inflated.

The Tangfeng Umbrella Monster behind Fang Zuo rolled his eyes and a black light froze Fang Zuo.

The middle-aged man shouted and threw the dagger.

The compound eyes on the dagger sprayed out web-like spider silk, covering Fang Zuo.

The old man in kimono gathered his strength and punched Fang Zuo with his huge right fist.

Fang Zuo smiled slightly.

First, he completely ignored the black light, grabbed the umbrella monster, and gently broke it in two.

Throw it on the ground.

Then blow gently.

A three-colored true fire appeared out of nowhere and burned the spider web into pieces.

Then he punched the old man's huge right arm.

'Snapped. '

There was a sound of bones breaking, and the old man's arms hung on the ground, wailing in pain.

"Certainly."

Fang Zuo used his spiritual power to restrain the middle-aged man who wanted to escape.

The old man in kimono rolled over in pain under Fang Zuo's feet.

Fang Zuo kicked it away casually like trash.

A golden light flashed in his hand, and the umbrella monster on the ground was sucked into a ball of black gas by the golden light.

"Such a filthy ghost, I am so disgusted that I don't even want to eat it."

He casually threw the black air and the evil god's divine consciousness together.

As the black air was sucked out, the huge eyeballs of the Tangfeng Umbrella Demon stopped moving.

It slowly turned gray, and then with a 'boom' it turned into ashes.

Only a broken ordinary oil-paper umbrella was left.

"Do you want them dead or alive?"

Fang Zuo asked Yingkong Hutao who was stunned.

At this moment, Sakura Kurumi was completely shocked and speechless.

Although he asked Fang Zuo for help before being caught, he hoped more that he would report to the Tokyo Exorcist Guard.

Bring your team to rescue him. After all, no Onmyoji family is willing to completely break off relations with the government.

This is also the biggest reason why she joined the Tokyo Exorcist Guard.

Who knew that after gritting his teeth and persevering, the person he waited for was Fang Zuo alone.

But at that moment of despair, it only lasted a few seconds.

Everything she saw was so unbelievable that she even forgot the senses of the sensitive parts of her body.

"Do you want them to live or die?" Fang Zuo asked again impatiently.

"Let them go, I will take back everything that belongs to me myself." Yingsong Kurumi said with difficulty.

Still struggling to resist the excitement of the body.

"You guys go." Fang Zuo frowned and retracted his magic.

The middle-aged man hurriedly helped the old man in kimono up and was about to walk out the door.

"Tonight, this building will be transferred to my name. With your family's influence, you should know who I am." Fang Zuo said calmly, "Remember, tonight! Otherwise, I will come to take it tomorrow."

After saying that, Fang Zuo walked towards Yingkong Walnut with interest without caring about the two people who fled.

She was wearing a fitted shiny black leather jacket and was sweating profusely as she persevered.

Fang Zuo snapped his fingers and untied the rope.

Yingkong Kurumi propped herself up and stretched her leather jacket.

It also reveals her fitting curves, making the arc fuller and firmer.

With the unique luster of leather jacket, it creates waves with the rise and fall of breathing.

His feet felt numb and he fell towards Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo hugged her tightly.

The rich scent of sweat from the woman in my arms.

Intertwined with the smell of women's excited hormones.

Seeing Fang Zuo's nose twitching, Yingkong Hutao became even more shy.

"Bah...Gah!" she cursed coquettishly.

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

"Snapped."

The big hand slapped her perky buttocks hard.

Chapter 12 Sakura Sora Walnut, Charming Smell

Sakura Kurumi's face flushed red and she moaned in pain and comfort.

Her eyes instantly became watery, her teeth bit her lower lip, and her whole body fell limp in Fang Zuo's arms.

A pair of small hands tightly grasped the clothes on Fang Zuo's back and hugged Fang Zuo tightly.

Heavy breathing sounds came from the small nose.

She buried her little head deep in Fang Zuo's arms and refused to come out.

The strong and charming smell of female hormones emanated and filled the entire room.

"Don't...close...your eyes." She said trembling with shame.

The delicate little face was buried deeply in Fang Zuo's arms.

Eyes tightly closed, eyelashes trembling slightly.

Even the fair skin under the leather jacket turned pink.

But he never dared to look up.

Fang Zuo hugged Yingkong Kurumi considerately and smelled the strong scent of female hormones on her body.

A little bit of fox flavor, not inferior to the ripe peach flavor of Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

He slowly stroked her slender neck with his hand, as if soothing a grumpy cat.

Watching her neck and ears turn from white to pink, even the fine hairs on them were trembling.

The two of them stood there hugging each other for an unknown amount of time.

Yingkong Kurumi finally calmed down.

Her face was still flushed.

She did not leave Fang Zuo's arms, but hugged Fang Zuo even tighter.

"Who are you?" Yingkong Walnut said softly as she smelled the scent on Fang Zuo's body.

"I'm Fujino." Fang Zuo was still stroking Yingkong Kurumi's neck: "Who else could it be?"

"You're lying." Yingkong Kurumi opened her little mouth and bit a button on Fang Zuo's shirt.

He twisted his little head, tore off the buttons, and exposed Fang Zuo's chest muscles.

"Your inspiration and size aren't his. I can sense it. Even the smell of your blood doesn't belong here."

"Could it be that you're a blood spirit?" Fang Zuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "With just a single blow, without even bleeding, you knew who I was?"

"Although I don't know who you are, you definitely belong here." Yingkong Walnut's small hand slowly stroked Fang Zuo's chest muscles: "The spiritual charm on you is not what this place should be. I am very sure that you should not underestimate my inspiration, okay?"

"Also, I don't understand your various techniques at all. How could there be someone like you in Japan?"

"You can't tell me, you don't want to tell me, or you don't want to tell me." Yingkong Kurumi frowned, shrugged her nose, and showed the expression of a little girl.

"Is there any difference?" Fang Zuo took his hand away from her neck and instead pinched her small and plump earlobe.

"Hmm..." Yingkong Kurumi trembled uncontrollably again, then she gently clenched her fist and punched her left lower body.

"Of course there is a difference."

"You can't tell me. I have my reasons. I can't tell you."

"You don't want to tell me, it means you don't trust me."

"If you don't want to tell me, it means you don't care about me."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with that. You're thinking too much." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "I just think it's appropriate to say it in this place."

"Come to my old room." Yingkong Kurumi left Fang Zuo's arms and pulled Fang Zuo to walk out.

His legs went weak and he fell back into Fang Zuo's arms.

"Let me hold you." Fang Zuo picked up Yingkong Hutao by the waist.

. . . . .

Holding Sakura Kurumi, I followed her instructions and reached the top floor.