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The concave handprint was a blur of blood and flesh, a pool of mud and blood.

If the appearance of [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] was surprising, then the appearance of the golden palm frightened all the Onmyoji present.

The spiritual pressure brought by the huge golden palm made the Yin-Yang masters present think that they were about to die.

Everyone, including their Shikigami, couldn't even move or struggle.

He could only stare at the huge golden palm, sweating profusely, and watch how he took the picture.

And then the ending was so bleak.

Looking at the Tsukahara clan who were dead beyond death in the handprint, their flesh was mixed together and it was impossible to tell who was who.

Thinking of the [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] that appeared for only a few minutes and then immediately disappeared.

Everyone has not yet woken up.

But the next scene shocked all the Onmyojis.

The unruly Zhang Benhe behaved like a child, bowing to a young man whose face was unclear and saying, "Master Fang, you are here."

There was no doubt about the pious look on his face, if the young man had not casually waved his hand.

This Zhang Benhe must have already knelt down.

"When we were fighting, we talked too much nonsense and our punches were a little soft," said the young man with a blurred face.

"You are right." Zhang Benhe said respectfully.

And the next moment, the young man disappeared.

This scene made these Onmyojis look at each other in bewilderment as if they were dreaming.

'Pah.'

A crisp slap sounded.

Just as the Yin and Yang masters were speculating about who that young man was, Zhang Benhe clapped his hands:

"Everyone, the arena will be closed for three days. The Kanto Regional Martial Arts Championship finals will be postponed for three days. Please return."

This group of Onmyojis, who almost thought they were going to die, fled for their lives, taking their Shikigami with them and leaving the arena.

On this day, all the Onmyoji families in Tokyo were discussing who the mysterious Master Fang was.

Those who were present at the scene were full of confidence and swearing, while those who had not been there were skeptical and couldn't believe it. Who could be such a powerful person?

God? Demon God?

But one thing is true.

The Tsukahara Sword Master family, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, was nearly wiped out in the arena.

In front of thousands of Onmyoji, Tsukahara Ichiyo was beaten to death by Zhang Benhe, the owner of the Kanto underground black boxing arena.

As miserable as a sandbag.

Other close relatives of the clan, including the [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] who had not been seen for hundreds of years and turned into Mikazuki Munechika.

They were all beaten into a pulp by a mysterious young man, a man called Master Fang by Zhang Benhe.

There was no time even to howl.

Then the powerful Zhang Benhe was as respectful as a child in front of that man.

Return to Tokyo Women's University.

Shen Muli still held Fang Zuo's waist tightly, her little face pressed against his chest, still crying softly.

Fang Zuo patted Shenmuli's little head.

"Don't cry, it might just be a fire, no one is fine." Fang Zuo said.

"Really?" This sentence ignited all of Shenmuli's hopes.

Wiping her tears, she raised her head with hope, and looked at Fang Zuo with her tearful face.

She believed what the man said. If he said it was okay, then it must be okay.

"I guessed it." Fang Zuo said.

Shen Muli, who had already stopped crying and was wiping her tears, heard this.

The expectant expression collapsed again.

The little nose twitched and the little mouth twitched.

With a cry of "Wow", she started crying again in grievance.

"Okay." Fang Zuo patted Shen Muli's little head: "You'll know when you go home."

After saying that, he placed his hand on Shenmuli's abdomen and pressed gently.

A stream of pure Yin energy flowed from Fang Zuo's palm into Shen Muli's Dantian.

It was the [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] that had just been annihilated, and was refined into essence by Fang Zuo.

This pure yin energy is of no use to opponents, but it is very beneficial to women who practice martial arts.

Shen Muli only felt a cool breeze coming from Fang Zuo's palm, which stimulated her energy channels to flow throughout her body.

This cool air was like Fang Zuo's finger, carefully sliding across his abdominal muscles and down his legs.

When the sound scraped across her buttocks, Shen Muli suddenly stopped crying and her body trembled.

Her little face turned red, and her hands tightly grasped Fang Zuo's shirt.

The buttocks are tightly clamped.

Then the cool air blows out from the other side of the buttocks and touches the tailbone.

Just when they thought it was over, Fang gently tapped Shen Muli's dantian with his left palm, and the cool air turned from cold to hot and spread throughout the dantian.

Like a big hand kneading and twisting.

"What does it feel like?" Fang Zuo looked at the little person in his arms who was trembling non-stop.

Her beautiful eyes were closed and her breathing was rapid.

A woman's blush appeared on her delicate little face, but there were still touching tears on her face.

A pair of hands hugged her waist, her palms still tightly grasping her shirt.

"I want to...I want to pee." Shen Muli said tremblingly while crying.

Fang Zuo:.......

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Kana Morisawa walked into the manor with graceful steps and smiled softly:

"Dear seniors, it's been a long time since we last met. You are all still so healthy. Kana Morisawa is very happy to see you all."

Stand in front of them.

Except for that man, no one can make her kneel down now.

Three old men sat on the tatami in the middle of the hall.

A young man with long hair and white clothes was kneeling beside them.

"Morize Kana, why don't you kneel? Why are you so late?" An old man on the left shouted, "You made us wait so long."

"Excuse me, everyone. Traffic jams are quite severe in Tokyo, not like in Kansai," Kana Morisawa said respectfully, standing still. "One jam lasts for half an hour."

"Traffic jam? Is a traffic jam the reason we've been waiting for over three hours?" The old man on the right chuckled sinisterly. "Morizawa Kana, it seems like you're increasingly disregarding us old folks."

"Has it been that long? No, oh, how could that be? It takes some time for a woman to put on makeup." Morisawa Kana smiled charmingly: "Morisawa Kana can't come to see you seniors without makeup and look sloppy."

"That's too disrespectful to the seniors."

"Hmph... You still have respect? I think you're lawless." The old man on the left snorted coldly, "You've eliminated so many of us these days. You know it well. You little human woman are becoming more and more presumptuous."

"How is that possible? Have you received less funding in the past six months? It's more than half as much as before. This alone proves my continued respect for you all." Kana Morisawa looked surprised. "No, I respect you even more, isn't it? Or is someone still saying bad things about me?"

"My dear seniors, you are so wise and wise. You won't be deceived so easily."

"Morizawa Kana you..." the other old man hadn't finished speaking.

"That's enough." An old man in the middle interrupted and said in a deep voice: "Mori Ze Kana, we are not here to argue with you this time."

"If it weren't for the fact that you've multiplied the organization's revenue several times over the past two years, I would have slapped you to death right now. We're here to ask you to do something."

"Izumo Yayoi."

"Hi!" The feminine young man with long hair and white clothes next to him stood up when he heard that.

Looking at Kana Morisawa, a smile appeared on his face.

"We've handed this kid over to you for training." The old man kneeling in the middle said in a deep voice, "This is a prince from the ancient country of Izumo. He will learn slowly by your side. In half a year, you must hand over the Yamaguchi-gumi to him."

"Morizawa Kana, as a human woman, we will give you one year to sit on the position of the Seventh Generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi. This is the best reward for your contribution to the organization."

"As for the cleaning you did previously, we didn't ask about it before, we don't ask about it now, and we won't ask about it in the future."

"But, there's just one thing: no matter how reluctant you are, you must hand over the position of leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi to Izumo Yayoi in six months."

"do you understand?"

"Hey! I understand, respected seniors." Morisawa Kana bowed slightly respectfully: "Then this... is little Izumo Yayoi, right? Please follow me."

"Little friend?" Izumo Yayoi walked forward, looked the beautiful woman up and down with impunity, and whispered in Morisawa Kana's ear, "I'll let you know what big is later."

Kana Morisawa's eyes were charming and shy, and she covered her mouth with her hands as if she was reluctant but also welcoming, and giggled.

After bowing to the elders, he turned and left.

Every step is more charming.

"Just let her go like that?" The old man kneeling on the left said unwillingly, "Not only did she make us wait so long this time, but she actually refused to kneel. How outrageous!"

"Forget it, this woman has made us a lot of money." The old man in the middle said, "Besides, once Izumo Yayoi takes it, we will kill her with a palm strike and let her live a few more days."

Yayoi Izumo followed out and looked at Kana Morisawa's graceful long legs under her short skirt.

This legendary most beautiful widow of the Yamaguchi-gumi is indeed mature, charming and seductive.

She is much more beautiful than those gloomy women in the ancient country of Izumo.

His whole body was filled with the scent of a woman's flesh.

A pair of white beautiful legs are wrapped in black stockings, and the light-colored skirt is slightly lifted up as it sways.

Two half-arc buttocks are exposed, also wrapped in black stockings.

From the way he walked, which was trembling, it was obvious that Yun Yayoi was feeling itchy inside.

As soon as she walked out of the manor, Izumo Yayoi couldn't wait to reach out and grab the buttocks she had been staring at.

But suddenly, a hand bigger than his head grabbed his neck tightly and lifted him off the ground.

then.

Before he could resist.

'boom'

'boom'

'Boom. '

A series of loud noises came from behind.

Izumo Yayoi turned her head in disbelief and looked at the manor she had just walked out of.

In just a few seconds, the entire manor was bombarded by a dozen men in black holding RPG rocket launchers.

It became a ruin in an instant.

Broken beams and walls kept falling down and piling up like a huge pile of rubble.

There was silence.

then.

Ahhhhh!

There was a roar from the rubble pile, and the pile was pushed open with great force.