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

Temporary shelter tents can be seen everywhere on the street corners, and all kinds of garbage are piled up.

It gives off a bad smell.

Especially in the green parks we passed by, they were almost all filled with various tents of homeless people.

Colorful.

"Surprised, isn't it? It's far inferior to China. You know, this is the first empire on this planet." Chiba Iori said sarcastically:

"Yet in their second-largest city, there are still nearly 1.3 homeless people in South Los Angeles alone."

“That doesn’t even include the statistics for other neighborhoods…”

Fang Zuo looked at the long queue of people standing next to the traffic light, receiving relief food.

Almost all of them are homeless people with disheveled hair and dirty faces.

There are men and women.

"The food seems pretty good..." Fang Zuo said with a frown.

Look at the relief food, it's all steak and pizza, and the drinks are milk and various sports drinks.

This would cost a lot of money in the country.

Across the street from one traffic light, there were several relief organizations distributing clothes and blankets.

"Isn't it hard to understand?" Chiba Iori sneered and said, "They have medical cards and don't have to pay for medical treatment."

"Do you think it's okay for them to be homeless like this?"

“That’s the paradox of this country.”

Chiba Iori glanced at Fang Zuo: "What are you thinking about? Why aren't you talking?"

"No... Their hidden arrows are extremely subtle... almost invisible..." Fang Zuo's eyes flashed with golden light, and he muttered to himself in confusion, "What's going on?"

"Fu Shi? What is that?" Chiba Iori was stunned and almost hit the car next to him.

The owner of the car next to him chased after him angrily.

After they got close to each other, a burly man broke down the window and started to curse at Chiba Iori.

“fuck….”

I saw.

Chiba Iori held the steering wheel with his right hand, staring straight ahead, and skillfully pulled out a pistol with his left hand, pointing it coldly at the big man in the next car who was about to curse.

next second.

The guy looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and instantly swallowed his curse words with horror on his face. He skillfully raised his hands off the steering wheel to indicate surrender.

Then he braked and moved back.

"Look...free America, happy every day." Chiba Iori smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "It's not bad actually..."

Fang Zuo: ...

Yoho~~~

Chiba Iori shouted happily.

Put the pistol away.

Just step on the accelerator and go all the way.

The vehicle roared and rushed for a distance.

Her long black hair fluttered in the wind.

It gently brushed against her face, making her look incredibly charming.

"What is the hidden arrow you just mentioned?" Chiba Iori asked while continuing to drive.

"Everyone has seven souls, each with its own function. The Fu Shi main soul is one of the most important of the seven souls, leading the other six souls." Fang Zuo said calmly:

"Confidence, will, hope, these are all under the control of Fushi."

"Isn't this the Buddhist manas? It involves self-awareness and deep psychological activities." Chiba Iori said in surprise.

"Have you ever been a Buddhist?" Now it was Fang Zuo's turn to be surprised.

"No, I learned some Buddhist philosophy in college." Chiba Iori said, "I thought these were just summarized philosophical principles."

Chiba Iori looked at the wanderers and asked, "What will happen to them without Fushigi?"

"Numb and confused, there is no hope anymore." Fang Zuo kept looking at the homeless people on the street one after another.

This is true for every one of them.

Without the main soul Fu Shi, the other six souls also became dim.

"Of course they're hopeless," Chiba Iori continued. "Many of them either became homeless after smoking marijuana, or went bankrupt and couldn't pay property taxes and other levies, and ended up having their houses taken away by the bank."

"In a credit-based society like the United States, once their credit is ruined, they simply can't find a job. How can they turn their lives around? Where is their hope..."

"Just waiting to die..."

Fang Zuo frowned and said nothing.

She was talking about social system issues.

What he was talking about were the three souls and seven spirits.

Two completely unrelated things.

But I always feel that something is wrong.

But I can't tell.

At the InterContinental Los Angeles Center Hotel in the financial district.

Li Zhenxin moaned with satisfaction.

Woke up from a coma with bruises all over his body.

It's too bloated.

This morning's exercise was gentler than last night's.

It's simply tyrannical.

I was just standing upside down this morning.

Practicing yoga.

Despite the immense aches and pains in her body, her long-standing exercise habit still allowed her to get up early.

then.

A big hand reached up and grabbed her elastic buttocks.

She looked over in horror and found it was Fang Zuo, then she said shyly, "Not here...someone might see us."

But the man didn't care what she said.

Then there was a crackling sound.

The tight yoga pants that tightly wrapped around the two peach buttocks were torn open.

Her ankle was grabbed by another hand.

He was lifted up in this humiliating posture.

Thinking of what happened later, she felt hot all over again.

Li Zhenxin stretched out her hand with difficulty and picked up the phone: "Hello, send some medicine to the room, both external and internal application..."

"Don't worry about internal compresses, just buy all the medicine you can..."

After Li Zhenxin finished yelling with a cold face, she hung up the phone angrily.

I just hung up the phone.

The phone in the room rang again.

"What are you doing?" she cried.

"Miss, someone from the CIA wants to see you and wants to know some information..."

The person in charge of the hotel said in the microphone.

Li Zhenxin's expression changed.

Sure enough, it came.

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"Master, the water bathing ceremony is over."

Two maids wearing various bracelets and mysterious tattoos walked in and said.

Michaela Cohen nodded and stood up from the bath.

Even though she has the most noble Jewish blood.

But from her face to her figure, she looks more like an Asian.

He doesn't have particularly deep features, but he has shed the roughness of Europe.

Seven points more refined.

He is not tall, but he also does not have the coarse hair like the Europeans.

Drops of water slid down her white body.

The skin is delicate, smooth, thin and translucent.

Small nose.

Long eyelashes.

Her face without makeup looks like an underage girl.

The naturally pink lips were slightly parted.

A small curve on the chest.

It made her look extremely young.

It looks like a bud about to bloom, completely different from the beautiful and elegant appearance at the banquet.

Soon, a tattooed maid wearing various jewelry came over with a bath towel to wipe the water droplets off her master's body.

He walked out, helping Michaela Cohen.

Then he picked up the thick velvet bathrobe and put it on her.

Michaela Cohen sat in front of the dressing mirror wrapped in a bathrobe.

He closed his eyes and let the two maids do everything.

One of them put on her own makeup, while the other combed her long brown-blonde hair.

"Miss, every time you put on makeup and take it off, you look so different..." the maid exclaimed, "Without makeup, you look like a budding flower, and with makeup on, you look like a blooming rose."

"Oh? Have you praised Fatia like this before?" Michaela Cohen said lightly.

"Ah!!" The maid knelt on the ground in fear, trembling all over: "No...Miss..."

"Don't be so scared." Michaela Cohen smiled slightly. "As a member of the God's Servant Clan, your mission is to serve the Daughter of the First God. Even if you said such words, it's no big deal..."

Michaela Cohen picked up a beige lace bra and buttoned it herself.

The closed eyes slowly opened.

The beautiful eyes, like a green lake, glanced at the maid who was still kneeling.

"Get up, don't kneel..." Michaela Cohen raised her long hair and stood up.

Bend down and put on the beige cotton underwear.

Her lips, still pink, spoke: "There are still many things to do in North America this time... Don't waste time here..."

"Fatia should be in Tokyo... After we finish our work in North America, we'll go to Tokyo to find her..."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned as he read the news about Shiba Shigeru.