Fist Godzilla

Chapter 10 The Morning Appointment
In the early morning, the handsome boy was kneeling on the floor beside the bed.

Without the cover of his jacket, his streamlined muscles clinging to his bones fluctuated like flowing water.

Stable breathing and agitated muscles are wonderfully combined together, quiet and fierce.

Since he salvaged the "Secret of Dragon's Blood" through the dimension in the first month of coming to Tokyo, he has never slept in bed again.

"call-"

Under the rising sun, a smoke-like air sword spit out from between the young man's slightly parted lips.

The muscles of the back are also surging accordingly, the latissimus dorsi, trapezius, and erector spinae are intertwined and covered, as if they are intertwined into an abstract angry ghost face!
This ghost face twists and changes with the contraction and relaxation of the muscles, just like the laughing Shura on the karmic fire in the Buddhist portrait!

Bai Tangjing opened his eyes, but frowned slightly.

"Without spiritual qi and dragon blood, even if you circulate your qi all night, it will take two days to fully replenish it. Let alone advance your cultivation!"

This kind of superhuman way is clearly in your hands, but the feeling of being unable to move an inch because of insufficient resources is simply maddening.

Bai Tangjing frowned and let out a long breath.

But he didn't complain about anything, years of hard training had polished his character.

What he can get from the salvage in the dimension is his luck, and he can't ask for it.

What can be controlled by oneself in one's own life is only one's own efforts.

Just like what he has salvaged from the sea of ​​dimensions more than a dozen times now, what is really useful is the command of the mud bodhisattva, the biological intelligence brain and the "Dragon Blood Mystery".

The rest are mostly banknotes, garbage and other things that are completely useless.

Gathering up his mood, amidst the crackling of joints, Bai Tangjing stood up from the ground slowly and steadily relying only on the muscle from his toes to his calf.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door just outside the room.

"Mr. Jing, breakfast is ready."

"coming."

As usual, Baitang mirror who opened the door happened to see a slim figure with long purple hair and a bathrobe walking towards the kitchen.

After living together for a year, he and Saeko Busujima have a tacit understanding in life.

Perhaps due to the influence of the exuberant hormones in the youth's body, the eyes moved down unconsciously.

The hips are wider than the shoulders, the plump and plump body and the flexible waist trained in martial arts all the year round can always show an attractive arc through the outline of the bathrobe when walking swaying.

". Woo!"

Shaking his head violently, Bai Tangjing tried his best to put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Without a boy body, even the current efficiency of Qi training, which can be called turtle speed, would not be able to reach it!The command of the mud bodhisattva is still hanging in his head!
Is it really the puberty hormones?
Luck calmed down his mood, but until he sat at the dinner table, Bai Tangjing's gaze was still unnatural.

On the other side, Saeko Busujima, who handed over the tableware, looked down at the abyss in front of her and the hills behind her with slightly scorching eyes, and smiled a little complacently.

Then he sat beside Bai Tangjing as if nothing had happened.

But Bai Tangjing, who took up the job, always felt that the distance was much closer than usual, and he could even feel the heat of each other's bodies.
Suppressing his body's reaction made Bai Tangjing's meal very unpleasant, and Saeko didn't even have the chance to serve the other two pots of rice this morning.

"Sure enough, it can't progress too fast? After all, I'm only sixteen years old."

Saeko looked worriedly at Bai Tangjing who had stopped moving his chopsticks, fearing that the little boy he had raised for a year would not have enough to eat.

And Bai Tangjing, who was already fidgeting, suddenly rang the phone.

Heaving a vague sigh of relief, he took out his mobile phone and left the dining table naturally, distanced himself from the body that made people's blood surge.

"Yo! Mirror, do you still remember the custom shop we met in Kamurocho last time? Come here!"

"Master, it's only eight o'clock in the morning. An old man in his nineties will have an accident even if he is a 'War God'!"

"Hahaha! Who do you think I am! As long as Ai-chan is here, it doesn't matter what time it is! Isn't it, Ai-chan?"

Before Bai Tangjing could reply, the girl's coquettishness and the old man's laughter came from the phone.

"Okay, okay, no kidding, you are still young. Now is the time to concentrate on martial arts, and there is a business to call you here."

Hearing that his master had finally returned to normal, Bai Tangjing let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, Kamurocho, I'll be there in an hour."

The conversation between the warriors was straightforward, and after hanging up the phone, Bai Tangjing turned around and saw the beauty in a bathrobe, who had already taken his coat.

Just like a wife sending her husband out, she stood at the door.

The listening skills trained in Guliu swordsmanship allowed her to listen to the conversation between master and apprentice verbatim even if she didn't care.

And even if such bad words as "Kamimurocho" and "custom shop" popped up from the mobile phone, the purple-haired beauty Yamato Nadeshiko's smile remained unchanged.

Women from the samurai family don't care how many flowers and plants are on their men, they only care about a little.
As long as the man's final destination is himself, that's enough.

Under Saeko's gentle gaze, last night he did not change his face and smashed the throat bones of more than [-] people and crushed the heart of one person.

Now, instead, he felt that he had done something wrong, so he walked out of the back hall of the gymnasium a little stiffly, and walked towards the gate.

Now because Saeko’s father, Takemoto’s friend, Yohji Busujima, the goal of teaching students is mainly overseas, so the domestic gymnasiums are basically empty shells.

Anyway, Bai Tangjing has lived here for a year, and he has never seen anyone come to learn swordsmanship.

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Holding a taxi receipt in his hand, Baitangjing came to Kamurocho, which is famous for its folk entertainment industry, again after a night under the astonished eyes of the driver uncle.

A few "Fukuzawa Yukichi" interrupted the driver's eyes looking up and down, worried about his body.

After all, in his eyes, coming to Kamurocho from a long distance early in the morning is more or less like "be happy or die".

After dismissing the driver, relying on the characteristic of the biological intelligence brain to never forget, the boy walked through the intertwined alleys of Kamurocho like a regular visitor.

Came to a shop with ambiguous neon lights in broad daylight.

After entering the shop, Bai Tangjing believed that the master was indeed talking about business.

Because in the booth reserved for a regular customer like Takemoto Jiu'an almost all the year round, besides the strong old man in kimono, there is another man.

Hinomoto, President of Shiraiya Shimbun Group, Nozomi Akano Tetsusa.

Bai Tangjing recognized the capitalist at a glance.

After all, since the goal of all-round development has been set for money, power, and fists, in order to protect itself from unknown disasters.

Then it would be shameless if the influential figures in the media industry in the same country could not be recognized at a glance.

But now, this business tycoon, who is almost at the top of the entire Japanese media industry, keeps taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

His eyes were wandering, looking left and right, as if he was too nervous to sit still.

But the old man next to him was still pouring wine and laughing, looking leisurely.

"Yo! Mirror, you are here, come here quickly."

Takemoto Jiu'an held a glass of sake in one hand, let go of Ai-chan's waist with the other hand, and waved at Bai Tangjing who had just entered the door.

And when Bai Tangjing walked to the booth, in just a few steps, Chiye Teishaxi's eyes had scanned him several times from top to bottom.

Wearing glasses, with loose hair, he looks like a college student who is tall but harmless to humans and animals.

But I didn't come here this time to find some harmless waste for humans and animals!

His fingers holding the handkerchief became more and more tense, and his frown became deeper and deeper. Finally.

"Takemoto-san!!!

Now is not the time to joke around!
That's a wish to die!Fist Wishes Desperate Knockout Tournament!

I think I have a bit of eyesight, this kind of little devil looks tall, but in fact, he is the age that has not even finished high school, right?

Let him replace you as my corporate fighter?There must be a limit to joking! "

Akano Tetsusha stood up abruptly from the booth, pointed at the white hall mirror, and snarled at the old man who was drinking leisurely.

He thinks that Bai Tangjing is just a pretext that Takemoto Jiu'an uses to prevaricate him, so even if he is pointed at him, he doesn't even bother to give him a straight look.

As for the "little ghost head" in his mouth, although Bai Tangjing was surprised by the eyesight of the president of Baiye News, another piece of information in his sentence is more interesting.

Ignoring the impatient Akano Tetsusa Nozomi, Bai Tangjing, who sat down on the sofa in the booth, asked his master with great interest.

"Fist wishes to die? What is that?"

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