People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Leaving behind a bunch of ghosts standing there in a daze.

Don't know what happened.

Fang Zuo glanced around and turned to leave.

But suddenly he discovered something and stopped again.

Carefully observe the movements of this group of ghosts.

This group of ghosts is surprisingly inconsistent.

The ghosts of China have their own laws and rules, knowing where they should go and where they should not go.

If anyone disobeys the rules, the Ox-Headed, Horse-Faced City God and the little devil will come to arrest them.

These ghosts were somewhat confused and hesitated and wandered around.

After being confused, several cursed souls with strong resentment, emitting a captivating aura, floated towards the city of Tokyo, obviously unwilling to die like this.

It looks like the Tokyo Exorcist Guard will be busy again tonight.

A group of ghosts stayed where they were, some expectant and some resigned to their fate, and then slowly dispersed.

Some of them were attached to plants, some burrowed into rocks, as if waiting for something. A few thin ghosts even simply disappeared into the world.

There were also two groups of ghosts walking slowly towards Guanxi.

Although the directions are similar, the destinations are actually different, some are further north and some are further south.

There are only dozens of ghosts in total, and they have four different destinations.

Fang Zuo also didn't understand how the rules here worked.

Fang Zuo didn't bother to care about those who were going to Tokyo and those who stayed where they were, but he was a little curious about the two groups of ghosts heading west.

Where are they going?

Fang Zuo separated two strands of divine consciousness and attached them to the two groups of ghosts going to Guanxi, wanting to see where they were going.

Then he got up and prepared to return to Tokyo Women's University.

The phone vibrated and a message came.

Mr. Fang Zuo, can you come over to my place?

News about Hibiki Mitsuki.

Fang Zuo frowned, and the next moment he appeared in Fei Guangli's living room.

The room was filled with the strong smell of memories and women's hormones.

In the darkness, Fei Guangli was kneeling on the ground waiting for Fang Zuo.

A white and fragrant body.

Unlike the sweat stains all over his body just now, it has been washed clean.

She was wearing a white lace bra and a white thong, the laces of which were so tight that they disappeared into her slightly plump buttocks.

The soft and tender buttocks sat on his calves, with two lumps of white buttock flesh flowing down.

See Fang Zuo appear.

Fei Guangli was delighted, and looked at Fang Zuo shyly but expectantly.

Her beautiful eyes were watery, and she carefully re-drew her eyebrows.

The curves are like distant ink, which makes the little face look more mature and beautiful.

The red lips that had been re-applied with lipstick opened slightly, exhaling hot breath, with a slight stickiness at the corners of the lips.

The well-maintained, fair little face slowly developed a blush of spring love.

Fei Guangli felt as if she had returned to the confusion of her first teenage years.

Looking forward to it.

The last time, I called Fang Zuo under the pressure of Kana Morisawa.

But this time it was entirely her own wish.

Fei Guangli's body was trembling with excitement.

Shinmura Jing, who was beside her, was covered with tiny purple streaks.

With long hair loose.

He laid on the sofa with his hands, crawling like a sheep.

There were crisscross purple marks on both buttocks.

But it was so painful that my body was still trembling slightly as if I had been electrocuted.

Yet his face was still filled with unquenchable desire.

These pains instead evoked the most primitive and wild needs in her body.

I even blamed Hibiki Mitsuki in my heart, why she lost her strength after just a few strokes.

Ever since I had a meal with that man, it seemed that only pain could arouse a little satisfaction.

Neither of them spoke in the darkness.

It was so quiet that only the sound of small and rapid breathing could be heard.

"Hikomi Hikari, Principal?" the man said playfully.

When Shinmura Jing heard the familiar voice, she looked up suddenly, and in surprise, she propped up her weak body and rushed towards Fang Zuo, hugging one of Fang Zuo's legs tightly and stroking it.

He kept grabbing his trouser legs with both hands, smelling the scent on Fang Zuo's body, his eyes showing an intoxicated light.

When Higashi Mitsuki heard the word "Principal" emphasized on purpose, the blush on Higashi Mitsuki's face became even brighter.

This identity was like a fire that completely ignited Hibiki Mitsuli.

"Yes, it's me." Fei Guangli knelt down and moved forward desperately, hugging Fang Zuo's other leg tightly.

In the dim light, the white body trembled slightly.

She murmured, "I am the most dignified and elegant principal who left behind the teachings of Japanese women's virtues. I am Kimitsu Li."

"We are all clean...Fang Zuojun."

Two snow-white, bulging buttocks stood high side by side.

One is smooth and soft, the other is covered with purple marks.

Shaking slightly.

The Imperial Palace in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

Emperor Naruhito is playing the violin.

As a history graduate, he has a wide range of interests.

He is very proficient in horse riding, painting and basketball.

Especially the violin, she has reached the level of being able to play it in a studio and has participated in several large-scale concerts.

"The time has come, she is here, His Majesty the Emperor." The attendant of the Imperial Palace came in and said in a low voice.

Emperor Naruhito nodded, put the violin aside, sat on the sofa and waited for the guests to arrive.

It is said that she is a newly sent special envoy staff officer to the U.S. military base in Japan, and is also a foreign female Protestant pastor.

Just based on the words "American envoy", I have to meet her.

Although he is the emperor.

but.

Even in various eras in Japan, most of the time, the word "Emperor" was just an honorary title.

There is no power, just a show.

Not to mention that now, everything in Japan is under high-pressure control by the United States.

When I heard that the special envoy was Japanese.

The emperor was somewhat looking forward to seeing her.

'Da da da. ’

The sound of wooden clogs stepping on the marble floor could be heard.

Emperor Naruhito hurriedly stood up to greet him, but the moment he saw him, he was stunned.

A beautiful woman in a kimono walked in.

She has a Japanese-style bun, a gentle face and charming eyes.

The light cherry-colored lipstick was only applied to a large area in the middle.

The curve of her red lips was slightly upturned, and she was smiling faintly.

"Brother, long time no see."

Saeko looked at the violin next to the sofa with contempt, then looked around the hall.

"Nothing has changed, brother. You still love fiddling with these meaningless things."

Emperor Naruhito's expression gradually turned cold: "Why are you back, Saeko?"

"Why can't I come back?" Saeko chuckled: "This is not only your home, it's also my home."

"You have been expelled from the Imperial Palace." Emperor Naruhito pointed to the door and said, "Please leave. From the day you are expelled, you are no longer welcome here."

"Really? But I'm back, dear brother." Saeko's small body retreated and sat on the sofa, her white thighs faintly visible under her kimono. "As a special envoy of the United States, I come with greetings from the President of the United States. It seems impolite to ask me to leave, brother."

"Do you want to expose Japan to diplomatic accusations? The compensation that will be required when the time comes cannot be solved by Japan simply buying a few more U.S. bonds."

Emperor Naruhito's face turned pale: "Why did you come back?"

"What are you doing?" Saeko picked up the violin next to her and gently plucked it, applying a little force with her slender hands.

'Boom'.

A string broke.

"To get back what I lost, of course."

"Hmph, who do you think you are? You've already betrayed the Japanese people and Shintoism." Emperor Naruhito looked at Saeko sarcastically. "Even if I gave you all this, would the people be happy? Would Shintoism agree?"

"You must be mistaken, brother. You are an incompetent emperor, but you are still an incompetent emperor." Saeko broke another string of her violin.

"You're a history student. Have you ever paid attention to the history of our family? How have successive emperors planned to regain the power that belongs to us?"

"And have you done anything for this family?"

"No, you didn't do anything. You were just playing with this useless thing." Saeko pinched her hand, inserted her five fingers into the violin case, and tore it into pieces like a cardboard box.

"You are nothing but charity from Shintoism and the Japanese people. I don't care what the people think, nor do I care whether Shintoism agrees or not. This island nation belongs to our family. When that day comes, I'm afraid they won't even be able to protect themselves."

Saeko stood up and clapped her hands: "Okay, I just came to see how you are taking care of our family, brother. It seems that you are doing well."

"Thank you so much. I'll go to my old room and you don't have to accompany me."

"Go on playing your violin. I'm sorry I broke it."

After saying this, she smiled mockingly, stretched out a snow-white thigh, and kicked the violin at her feet with her fingers holding the clogs.

Turn around and leave.

Yokota Air Base in the Tama area of ​​Tokyo, Japan.

Inside the headquarters office.

Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp was smoking a cigar and hugging a naked, smiling Japanese girl.

"General, Miss Saeko went to see Emperor Naruhito and did not inform us." The Secretary General said softly, holding the document.

"Go ahead," said Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp. "Our military region doesn't need to get involved in matters like this."

"But..." the secretary general said, "Recently, many soldiers at the base have become much more pious, praying and attending church regularly. Even their training is not as standard as before."

"Colonel, you don't have to worry about these things." Lieutenant General of the Air Force Ricky Rupp squeezed and rubbed the girl hard with his big hands. The girl showed a painful expression, but still did not dare to say a word.

"You've been following me since you were a corporal. I don't want to see anything happen to you. There are some things you're not qualified to know, but I still have to explain them to you."