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

"Devin, what are you talking about?" Steve Kerr said angrily, "Don't forget, she's just a shell. There's a terrifying existence inside her."

"We are lucky to have met her now, but if we let her go now, the next time she comes back it will be the real Saint. Then we will be the ones to die!!"

When Devon Burns heard this, his expression became complicated and he twitched his head.

The long, slender tongue slowly retracted.

"Alas." He sighed deeply.

He looked at Momonogi Kana with some pity.

What a nice girl.

The simplest and most innocent kid in that damn town.

sorry.

Steve Kerr smiled coldly, and another fleshy whisker came out and wrapped around Momonogi Kana's slender neck.

At this time.

Two huge fists flew over.

'boom! ’

'boom! ’

Two loud bangs.

There were two puddles of mud on the ground.

As a result, this small world began to slowly collapse.

Momonogi Kana heard the sound and slowly opened her eyes.

A familiar face stood in front of her with a frown on his face. "What are you daydreaming about?"

“Uncle…”

Momonogi Kana's eyes were suddenly covered with mist.

The drizzle in the sky is still falling.

Pearls mixed with rain water flowed down.

Too aggrieved.

"Why did you come now?"

"Where have you been these days?"

"Do you know that people miss you very much?"

Momonogi Kana ran over and bumped into Fang Zuo's arms.

"You are so evil!!"

The little fist kept hitting Fang Zuo's chest.

"You know what? I'm a monster, woooooo!!!"

"My parents are fake, no one wants me anymore!!"

As I cried, the world began to break apart.

Shift of perspective.

Fang Zuo and she appeared in her dormitory room.

Momonogi Kana hugged Fang Zuo and cried happily.

Howling loudly

There was a lot of snot, tears and saliva.

He kept wiping it on Fang Zuo's shirt.

Fang Zuo couldn't bear it any longer, so he held up her two plump buttocks which were much smaller than Yingkong Huwalnut's with one hand.

He pinched it with his five fingers and sank deeply into it.

He lifted her up easily and carried her to the bathroom like a baby.

Then he picked up a white towel with his other hand and handed it to her.

Momonogi Kana took it while howling.

He smeared it all over his little face.

Continuously twitching and sobbing.

Tell me everything that just happened.

"These past few days, I was feeling lucky that I had found my purpose in life, but it turns out everything was in vain."

"I'm so sad, I don't want to live anymore, but when I see you coming, I don't want to die anymore."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"But it's useless even if you come. You are just the uncle in my dream."

Momonogi Kana denied herself as she spoke.

I was stunned when I saw the white towel.

"Why did you give me this? This one is for wiping feet."

"Oooooh, it's over. I'm going to get athlete's foot on my face."

Momonogi Kana suddenly stopped crying.

A pair of beautiful eyes opened wide, looking around at the surrounding environment, and then stared at Fang Zuo blankly.

He pointed out with trembling fingers.

"You...I...this is my dormitory."

"Uncle, how could you come out of the dream and into my dormitory?"

Chapter 248 Beautiful Eastern European Woman

"Why can't I come?" Fang Zuo put Momonogi Kana down, pulled out a chair and sat down: "I never said I couldn't come."

"But...then you...are not...me..." Momonogi Kana had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start.

Countless fragments flashed through Momonogi Kana's little head like a revolving lantern.

Thinking of these little details, she had many questions she wanted to ask.

These problems that gave her a headache finally came together into one, the most important problem.

"Uncle, who are you?" said Momonogi Kana.

Why does it appear in my dream and then appear next to me?

And made herself...Momonogi Kana blush.

Fang Zuo didn't answer.

He leaned back, holding his head with both hands, and the stool stood on one side, swaying.

A pair of feet were casually placed on the dark Bible on the table.

Momonogi Kana was stunned. Why did this scene seem so familiar?

It's just like the hateful and disgusting man downstairs every time I go to and from class.

Whenever I pass by, I always curse in a low voice.

"Can't you remember?" Fang Zuo said, "You scolded me every day."

"Are you that hateful...Fang...?"

"Yes, every time you shout excitedly, you hug me tightly, and the next day when you pass by me, you give me a cold look and curse me with disdain." Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders: "I am the unlucky one."

"What bad luck! It's obviously... you... you... I won't live anymore. I'll strangle you to death." Momonogi Kana recalled so many embarrassing scenes and suddenly pounced on him. She didn't care whether the stool would collapse or not, and just threw her petite body on the man.

He tilted his little head back, gritted his teeth, and tightly grasped Fang Zuo's neck with his little hands.

I'd rather strangle you to death.

Fang Zuo cooperated by shaking his head and pretending to be suffocating.

But Momonogi Kana kept pinching, then loosened her hands and put her little face on Fang Zuo's chest.

Her petite body lay on Fang Zuo like a doll.

He cried out "Wow" and burst into tears.

"Why are you crying again?" Fang Zuo touched her head.

"No, I'm very happy. I'm happy that you're real, but I was so sad just now." Momonogi Kana twitched and wiped her tears: "I was created as a container."

"So are you happy or sad now?" Fang wiped her tears with the back of his left hand.

Momonogi Kana stopped crying, raised her head when she heard this question, was stunned for a moment, and her tears seemed to stop flowing.

I'm thinking hard about this problem.

Am I happy or sad?

at last.

Her little mouth curled up and her nose twitched.

She cried out "Wow" again.

"I don't know, I just want to cry." Momonogi Kana threw herself into Fang Zuo's arms: "What should I do?"

"What's there to cry about? We are all made." Fang Zuo reached out and rubbed her small but plump buttocks hard.

Changing shapes in the hands.

Momonogi Kana reacted immediately, her face flushed, her tears stopped slightly, and she punched the man with her little fist: "How can they be the same? How can they be all made up?"

"What's the difference? No one can choose who created them. We are all forced into this world, and then have different happiness and misfortunes, and are forced to grow up." Fang Zuo's kneading felt good, and he put his other hand on it.

"The most important thing is to make yourself happy and live for yourself. If you can find some value and purpose in life, that's even better. If you can't, that's fine too."

Momonogi Kana wiped her tears with her little hands, then wiped her nose, then buried her little face in Fang Zuo's shirt, wiping it vigorously like a towel: "What about you, what was your growing up experience, were you happy or unhappy, tell me about it."

"Let's talk about it next time. Now I need you to help me." Fang Zuo grabbed hard with both hands until the money overflowed from his fingers.

"Hate it, I'm still sad." Momonogi Kana said, but slowly buried her head.

"It's not this..." Fang Zuo closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a moment, then suddenly said.

"Ah?" Momonogi Kana raised her head, her eyes blank.

"I just ask you to help me keep working hard and strive to become the Archbishop." Fang Zuo lowered his head, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and then put his thumb into her mouth again.

Momonogi Kana was as obedient as a kitten: "But you are no longer the person in the dream, so you don't need me anymore, right?"

"Yes, I want to visit the Protestant heaven, and I need an archbishop to help me." Fang Zuo patted Momonogi Kana's little head.

"Do you need me?" Momonogi Kana's eyes lit up.

"Well, I need you." Fang Zuo pressed her head and buried it again.

"Just give it a try." Momonogi Kana said incoherently, her little face numb with fatigue.

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Sakura Kurumi came to Baihuizi's small building.

"You're here, Yingkong Walnut Hall." Bai Huizi said with a smile: "Please take a seat."

This beautiful woman from the Spiritual Society is now increasingly unwilling to avoid Yingkong Kurumi.

It is clearly the cold autumn season.

But she walked out wearing a black lace bra and a pair of light blue panties.

There were tiny beads of sweat on the white and smooth flesh.

It gathered into a stream of sweat and slid into the bra.