Comprehensive Manga: The Throne of Kings

Beginning in 794 A.D. when the capital of Kyoto was moved from Changwang to Ping'an, the Heian era began slowly for more than [-] years.But the capital city of Ping An is not a paradise, with ghosts and ghosts intertwined, ghosts and ghosts do not stay in distant forests or deep mountains, but live together with human beings in the capital, even under the same roof.Heian-kyo is being eaten away by monsters, becoming a lair of ghosts and ghosts, and also a stage where onmyojis are active.

Onmyoji were able to use their strengths to eliminate all these demons and grievances. They were recognized by the Emperor of Japan and incorporated into his official organization. Tao has now become a part of the legal system, and whoever controls the "Yin-Yang Liao" is equal to having the ability to interpret everything.Yin and Yang Tao became the emperor's imperial study.

After the evolution of history, the profession of Onmyoji has gradually become the arbiter of the darkness of Japan. They have the power of life and death, and they are the masters of the darkness of Japan.

This profession has always been very low-key and has never participated in any battles. They are more tolerant than Japanese ninjas, because they are not only the judges of darkness, but also the think tanks of the Japanese emperor.

If Japanese ninjas are a group of guard dogs raised by the royal family, then these onmyojis are a group of death gods dressed in black robes and holding sickles.

A god of death with super intelligence.

On a lively street in the suburbs of Beijing, a middle-aged man in a black kimono sat in front of an old Beijing noodle restaurant and ate noodles. His appearance was completely out of proportion to his elegant appearance. In just one minute, A bowl of three taels of beef noodles was killed by him like this.

"It's such an evil spirit, the face of the kimono on him—"

An extremely discordant voice sounded, and the middle-aged man turned a deaf ear to it. He pushed aside the bigwig who had looted everything, and said in standard Mandarin: "Boss, have another bowl."

"Okay!" The owner of the noodle shop responded happily, who would not want to meet a few more such big-bellied men in business.

"What a poor ghost reincarnated."

The extremely discordant voice continued to sound, but this time it was not in R language, but also in standard Mandarin. The middle-aged man turned his head slightly and looked towards the source of the voice. In his sight were three judo fighters with black belts. young man in suit.

"Japanese?" The middle-aged man suddenly asked in fluent R.

"Me too—" The middle-aged man pointed to the kimono on his body, and continued: "But what does this have to do with the face of losing the clothes on his body?"

"I think you have no money, and you are afraid of people who come to China to fool around! It's really disgusting, how can there be people like you in the Great Japanese Kingdom."

Presumably these three young Japanese belonged to the standard Japanese cynical youth, and they ignored their impotent country.

"You mean I'm poor?"

The middle-aged man asked indifferently, took the beef noodles handed over by the boss, said "thank you" very politely, and continued to gobble it up.

"Yes, you are the poor, the poor without ambition."

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231 She's Really a Shemale

After the middle-aged man wolfed down the big bowl of beef noodles again, he burped in satisfaction. He slowly got up and came to the side of the three young men, his lazy eyes fixed on the three Japanese men. Sweeping, suddenly burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at—" one of the Japanese men asked angrily.

"Do you know what the sorrow of the ambitious poor is?" The middle-aged man looked at the three men deeply, and continued, "If it wasn't for the sake of you being Japanese, we really wouldn't tell you."

"The saddest thing for a poor man with ambition is that he has worked hard all his life, only to find that what he got is something that the rich people disdain. This is not counted, when they fight their way out and enter the millionaire's paper , only to realize that they still stand at the feet of others and look up at others, because there are tens of millions and billionaires on their heads-but this is not the saddest, the saddest is walking like you The lamb between the poor and the rich has a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, and there is no way out."

The three young Japanese men stared blankly at this middle-aged man who seemed to be frivolous just now, but now he is steady. For a while, they didn't know how to talk to this middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, rubbed his stomach in satisfaction, and suddenly leaned in front of the three young men, and said in an extremely mysterious way: "However, I am not the poor person you say, my name is Seimei Shouzuka, and I live in Japan. , Many people call me Onmyoji.”

The middle-aged man laughed and stood up and walked out, leaving the three young men staring at his back in shock, admiration, and fear.

The most mysterious and supreme existence in Japan other than the emperor appeared in front of their eyes. This is simply the biggest joke God played with them.

After the middle-aged man left the noodle shop, he lazily put his hands in his pockets, looked around, and murmured, "Next, where should we go?"

"Uh, by the way, I came to Huaxia to look for that useless princess of Meichuan Jiazi, so where is she?"

The middle-aged man touched his head in annoyance, and after a while he slapped his head suddenly, and said suddenly: "Why did I forget, isn't that dead girl in the hands of a brat like Li Yi?"

"Uh, Li Yi—" The middle-aged man paused slightly, and slowly stretched out his right hand, and then a simple long sword that looked like a snake appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The middle-aged man looked at the long sword in his hand and said with a slight headache: "The eight-legged god gave me his snake-scale sword. Aren't you afraid that the Nuwa stone in Li Yi's hand will be discovered?"

"It's such a headache—"

Just when the middle-aged man uttered the three words Nuwashi, the snake-scale sword in his hand suddenly burst into waves of green light, as if he was calling for something.

"It turns out that you want to see Nuwashi, okay, let's go to Li Yi and his Nuwashi to compete."

"Then—kill Umegawa Yoshiko, okay?"

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At the same time, Li Yi, who was in the Tianxiahui's temporary base in Beijing, suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness. The seven colors wrapped around his waist also emitted bursts of light, and the little one who was playing with Yu Qiudao also 'swish' A sound flew onto Li Yi's shoulder.

"Little one, do you feel it too?" Li Yi asked, tilting his head.

"Boss, it's a mermaid." Xiao Budian's serious expression made it hard to be serious, this evil guy, even when he was in danger, he was so mischievous.

"It's really a shemale—" Seeing Li Yi's expression of disbelief, Xiao Budian said affirmatively again.

Li Yi saw that Xiao Budian didn't seem to be joking, and suddenly thought that Xiao Budian's identity at the moment was a beast, and his perception was naturally stronger than theirs.

"Shemale——" Li Yi murmured, and after a while he bent an evil arc, gently stroked the little one's head, and said softly: "Since the little one doesn't like transvestites, how about we kill him— —”

Xiao BuDian nodded fiercely, and said, "But, Boss, that ladyboy is very strong."

"Hmph, Japanese onmyojis, apart from their peak illusion skills, are nothing to be afraid of."

At this moment, Qicai's voice suddenly remembered, and every word rang in Li Yi's heart.

"Boss, don't underestimate the enemy. This guy is the most strange person in Japan for thousands of years. Although he is not well-known in Japan, I can feel his powerful aura. This powerful aura is not emitted by ordinary masters. It is definitely in a field. king of the

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