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

But Kimitsuli felt it even more deeply, her heart trembling with fear.

He took a deep breath to control his body from trembling.

How could this be such a coincidence? He was obviously following me.

The man had a handsome and gentle smile, his strong arms hanging outside the car door under his white shirt.

Status, money, charm, he has it all.

Women of all ages will be attracted to this kind of man.

But his smile at this moment overlapped with his ex-husband's terrifying smile.

The white teeth look like sharp, shining teeth.

His pupils were dark and looked like he wanted to eat someone.

That arm, just like before, was holding a thick whip and whipping itself hard.

"We're almost home, no need." Shinmura Jing said bravely.

"Yes, yes." Fei Guangli forced a smile: "We will be home soon. Goodbye, Your Excellency the Minister."

Fei Guangli pulled Xincun Jing and walked quickly towards Jiali.

Hosokawa Yuzhi looked at the enchanting back of Kikou Li and the sexy waist twisting of Shinmura Akira, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Kimitsu Li and Niimura Jing walked quickly, both of them were so frightened that they didn't speak.

Suddenly a figure came towards us.

On the silent street.

I couldn't see his face clearly because of the moonlight.

The same white shirt startled both of them.

My soul is about to fly out.

Just turn around and run away.

"Principal Kimitsu Li, Teacher Niimura Akira." The familiar voices made the two of them stop running.

That voice? It's him!

The two beautiful women turned around.

The man had come closer, revealing a familiar face.

It's really him.

All of a sudden.

Fei Guangli quickly lifted up her skirt, revealing half of her buttocks wrapped in flesh-colored pantyhose, and ran towards Fang Zuo with big strides.

Not to be outdone, Shinmura Jing lifted up her skirt, revealing her plump thighs wrapped in flesh-colored lace stockings, and also strode forward.

"Mr. Fang Zuo, I was scared to death." Fei Guangli's heart instantly went from fear to extreme joy, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Shinmura Jing finally had a channel to express the grievances he had suffered these days. He was seduced by the sobbing voice of Kimitsu Li and started crying instantly.

Fang Zuo frowned and looked at the two beautiful women who threw themselves into his arms.

They all cried heart-wrenchingly, with tears streaming down their cheeks.

I thought to myself, it’s just a chance encounter, is it really that exaggerated?

Hiroshi Hosokawa returned to his luxurious apartment.

Slowly open a box.

There are all kinds of exquisite whips inside.

Some are woven, and some are cut directly and dried.

Why didn’t I realize before that this Shinmura Jing is also suitable.

Yuzhi Hosokawa slowly picked up a whip and showed a perverted smile.

If I hadn't died too early...

But there is still time.

Fei Guangli, do you miss my whip and slaps?

Yuzhi Hosokawa took out his mobile phone and opened a monitoring app.

By this time, she should have finished her shower, wrapped in a bath towel, and sitting in the hall watching the news replay.

The opened screen shows that Yuzhi Hosokawa's face begins to distort, revealing a ferocious expression.

The veins on his neck bulged out, and he roared:

"Who is this?"

"Do not!!"

"damn it!!"

"I'm going to kill you bitch!!"

"Slut!! Bitch!!!"

There was a ‘pop’ sound.

The phone fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

The screen didn't turn off.

Chapter 261 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Tenderness

Makie bypassed the cameras along the way and took quite some time to arrive at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa in Chiyoda.

There are no tall buildings nearby, and since it is an upscale neighborhood, there are too many cameras.

In order to avoid being tracked by the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, Makie hid herself in the alley at the corner of the villa street.

Waiting for Shiraishi Nagimitsu's return.

The white shirt inside the suit was stained with blood, but fortunately the bullet holes in his body had stopped bleeding and were gradually healing.

But the bullet remained in her body, constantly consuming her blood and energy.

This made Makihui's hunger continue to increase.

Saliva kept secreting from her red lips.

Occasionally, a police car roared past, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ma Feihui could only endure

Pedestrians walked through the streets and alleys from time to time.

Under the streetlight, they looked at an unbelievably glamorous man in a full black suit with a loose tie, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

Pale face.

A pair of incredibly slender and white hands extended from the sleeves of a black suit.

The red nails on her hands are so bright, like the first blooming spring flowers.

"Sir? Or Miss?" A white-collar woman who was off work happened to pass by and gently patted Ma Feihui's shoulder as she closed her eyes to rest.

Ma Feihui slowly opened her eyes and looked at the other person.

"Excuse me, where did you get your manicure done in Tokyo? What shade of red is this? It looks so beautiful, and your hands are so pretty. Could you please tell me..." The white-collar woman didn't finish her words when she saw the white shirt stained red under the black suit. She screamed and a look of fear appeared on her face. She was too scared to ask any more questions and quickly ran away in her high heels.

Ma Feihui was left confused after being disturbed.

It’s so inexplicable!!!

This is what humans are...

So boring, weak, and stupid...

Ma Feihui sneered at the back of the fleeing white-collar woman.

He looked at his hands and nails.

But what I want to do is to be human.

A helpless smile appeared on his face.

Continue to close your eyes and wait for Shiraishi Nagimitsu to come back.

Late in the autumn night.

There was a cool breeze in the alley, causing her black hair to flutter.

Ma Feihui straightened her suit.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came.

Ma Feihui suddenly opened her eyes and looked to the other end of the alley.

The white moon in the sky is bright, but the lights in the alley are dim.

A woman in a T-shirt and jeans was walking towards me in the alley.

She has a very obvious Eastern European white appearance, with natural big wavy hair, three-dimensional and delicate facial features, and fair skin.

Tall and sexy.

But like a child, he kept wrinkling his nose, smelling something along the scent brought by the autumn wind.

Like a little female cat searching for air.

She frowned and came to Makihui.

Looking curiously at Makihui who was wearing a suit.

He slowly raised his head and stared at Ma Feihui, then suddenly shouted, "Heretic, you are a heretic!!"

Her expression suddenly became confused.

A vast and holy aura burst out from her body.

A beam of white light shot from her eyes towards Makihui.

"The First God Clan!!" Ma Feihui was so frightened that the hairs on her body stood up. Her slender hands glowed red and intertwined in front of her body. She quickly cut through the space and laid out a net of red light to block the energy that threatened her.

The red and white lights crossed and disappeared.

Ma Feihui leaped back and jumped onto the wall, staring at the beautiful Eastern European woman.

Waiting for her second attack.

However, the woman seemed to have forgotten about this matter. Her eyes became clear again and she no longer paid attention to Makihui. Instead, she continued to smell the air and slowly came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

She looked carefully at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

"He's not here." The woman shook her head in frustration and turned to leave.

He didn't even look at Ma Feihui.

"How could the descendants of the Chushen clan appear in Tokyo?" Makihui's face showed surprise for a moment, and then turned pale.

Ma Feihui, who had just experienced this unexpected disaster, tried her best to resist the attack, and the injuries in her body could no longer be suppressed and broke out.

Her head felt dizzy, everything went dark, and she fell off the wall.

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Hosokawa Yuji's cell phone fell to the ground.

On the screen.

In the hall of Hibiki Mitsuki's house.

Kimitsu Li and Niimura Akira were drenched in sweat.

Her hair stuck tightly to her fair skin, which made the already charming and mature woman even more eager and impatient.

The flesh-colored stockings became more transparent as they were soaked with sweat.

The soft and white buttocks were covered with bloody handprints.

This is the second time the two have worked together, and they have an incredible understanding of each other.