I Raised a God in Tokyo

Only less than [-]% of Yueyue Ming's divine power is left.

Far inferior to Saruta Hikomi with [-] points of divine power.

But with such strength, Saruta Hikomei was frightened like this by Tsukiyomi.

Is this a psychic attack?

Bai Mujun coughed lightly and reminded.

Hearing this voice, Yuedu was slightly taken aback, and then her delicate body trembled slightly.

Forced himself, he lowered his proud head.

said in a low voice.

"Saruta Hikomi, I feel very guilty for doing something bad to you before Tsukiyomi, so I'm here to say sorry to you"

"I'm really sorry!"

"Tsukiyomi is willing to reflect on himself and bear all the losses caused to Hikomi Saruta!"

"So, if you can forgive Tsukuyomi, Tsukuyomi would be very grateful"

At this moment, Saruta Hikomei, who was still looking for a more suitable bunker, suddenly petrified in place.

Watching this scene in disbelief.

The evil god bowed his head?

That nightmare-like existence that has been entangled in his heart for countless years, actually bowed his head?

And, are you apologizing to yourself?

Suddenly, a few drops of hot tears appeared in Saruta Hikomei's red eyes.

Slide down the corner of the eye.

I feel that there is a knot in my heart that has troubled it for many years, and it is opening.

After saying this, Yuedu immediately raised his head, looked sideways at Bai Mujun, and said pitifully.

"Priest Shiraki, you have done all the monthly readings you said."

"This time, can I spare Yueyue to read?"

Listening to Yuedu's words, Bai Mujunxiu frowned slightly.

"Yueyue Ming, what's your attitude?"

"Are you really introspecting?"

What attitude?

Saruta Hikomi was startled.

To be honest, I think this attitude is okay——

Yuedu under Bai Mujun was also slightly taken aback, then forced a smile and responded.

"Priest Shiraki, month reading is of course"

"Well!"

"Priest, you, how dare you!"

""

"Bai Mujun!"

"I swear by Yuedu, I will never let you go in this life!"

The sound was muffled by the flesh, mixed with Yueyue's voice of shame and indignation.

At this moment, the strong visual impact has completely stunned Saruta Hikomi.

In my mind, there was only one thought left.

nice one

Waist drum.

God's country.

Shiraki Jun looked at Saruta Hikomei who was lying on his back in the white light, and looked away in satisfaction.

Immediately, he turned sideways and instructed Kaguya Hime who was beside him with an eager expression on his face.

"The dream after that, I will trouble Your Excellency Kaguya Hime."

"Leave it to me, Priest Baimu!"

Kaguya Hime gave a thumbs up confidently.

"No one can do better than me to punish the moon for reading this kind of thing!"

"Whether it's the plot or the details, I, Kaguya Hime, can do everything to the extreme!"

"For example—"

"Cough cough."

At this moment, under Bai Mujun's left arm, there was an untimely cough, which interrupted Kaguya Ji's next words.

Yuedu's pretty face turned slightly to the side, and her fair neck was more blush than before.

The tone was a little unnatural, and he asked.

"Priest Baimu, since you asked Yuedu to cooperate with you, it has already been done."

"Then can you put down the monthly reading?"

"Well, it's been a long time studying my life."

Bai Mujun nodded, and then let go of Yueyue's slender but elastic waist.

However, she was not allowed to fall, but she was placed under her body with mana, and she was placed stably in the Kingdom of God.

After Yueyue stood up, he continued.

"The matter of Master God's practice will continue to trouble Yueyueming."

Hearing this, Yuedu turned his face awkwardly, and hummed softly, indicating that he heard it.

In this regard, Bai Mujun smiled slightly.

"Then, I'm going to meet Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Chapter 240 IX Did You Make an Appointment? ． ． ． ． ．

Tokyo, Taito Ward.

It is still a familiar construction site and a familiar construction team.

One after another, the ghost shadows moved one after another, and they were busy with a new round of temple repairs, working in full swing.

Amidst the noisy construction, the old abbot still sat cross-legged in the courtyard of the temple, knocking on the wooden fish unmoved.

While chanting scriptures and paying homage to the Buddha, he also acts as an on-site supervisor.

Looking at the dusty construction site, the old eyes remained calm.

Even a little numb.

However, this is not his fault.

After all, this was the third time he had seen this scene this month.

That's right.

In the past month, Leiming Temple has been destroyed three times in succession.

And every time it is destroyed, it is the kind that is rotten to the bottom of the house.

You can't even repair it, you can only tear it down and rebuild it.

Now the monsters have built the 40th version of Leiming Temple.

Nasty, really numb.

In this regard, the old abbot already had some doubts about life.

This is not a disaster at all.

Is it directly on top of the disaster?

Seeing the conscientious and conscientious monster construction team in front of him, the old abbot felt a little sorry for them.

Can't help but want to speak to remind them.

Don't cover it so carefully.

Anyway, it's about to collapse again

But there was one thing that the old abbot had to be convinced.

That is the efficiency of the monsters in rebuilding the temple. With the accumulation of experience, it has now reached a high level of terror.

In just a few days, many Buddhist temples have been erected, and the reconstruction work has basically been completed.

Right.

Only such reconstruction efficiency can keep up with the destruction speed of the temple.

Thinking of this, the old abbot sighed slightly.

His old but not cloudy eyes immediately looked to the left side of the temple, in a gray monk's room that had just been built.

At this moment, the door of the monk's room was ajar, with a gap slightly open.

For ordinary people, of course, it is impossible to see the situation in the room clearly.

But the old abbot is not an ordinary person.

He has clairvoyance.

He never slackens in exercising every night, and he has already perfected his exercise.

The old abbot narrowed his eyes slightly.