Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

The anxious Friedrich regained his fierce attitude.

Yoriko Ogasawara subconsciously put his hand under the knife. Although the other person was the creator of his body, he was like a parent.

Dana doesn't want to leave Yingzhou just like that. You are at the age when curiosity and adventure are strong.

"The Gun Cult is not dangerous. They are just your experiments, but they are the objects you have to stick to. Find your master, transfer your location and research equipment, and keep it hidden. Do you understand?"

But you are still not wary of that guy.

"For what I just said, since the Gun Worship Cult is going to be spread in America, someone needs to be responsible. Why don't you go back and take care of this matter?"

You opened your mouth for a while, as if you wanted to persuade the two of you.

sentence, but it seemed that he thought of the nature of the palace, but did not say it out loud.

Even so, Jingu's subordinates made no move.

"It's out of love, my man. Even if he didn't swing a knife at his sister, you would have no idea of ​​punishing him. After all, his life belongs to him, and he can't do anything he wants."

Having said that, he waited for the palace to react and suddenly opened the distance between the two.

Froedrich's angry shout made Dana couldn't help but tremble.

"Your own danger is your lowest criterion!"

"The research you have retreated from is not just a special secret exploration, but a close dance with the shadow of death."

"Dana, what you just said was too direct."

Love can prevent us from having problems, even if it allows us to succeed.

Dana stood in front of the door, trembling, daring to talk back again.

Before shouting a few words angrily, Froedrich seemed to be out of breath, so he sat up and calmed down the turmoil in his chest.

Wherever we walked, shadows covered everything else, and only a few of us were left in the entire space.

Before listening to Kuyouguang's worried words, Jingu held his chin in disinterest.

With a faint verdict of death, Froedrich lowered his eyes.

With ambiguous smiles, the two people's faces were very close to each other, as if they were rubbing each other's ears.

He took out a USB flash drive from his sleeve and threw it under the table.

"Originally, I wanted to come here to persuade him and see if I could think of a way to make him feel at ease. But it seems that he is also a very impatient eater."

"His attitude is too safe. Don't be afraid of the unknown, Dana."

You are very passionate about the Gun Worship Cult, and it’s because it’s so boring that you came to the Shrine.

Froedrich was not impatient. He quickly poured himself a cup of coffee before speaking hurriedly.

Oda Nobunaga grinned and walked towards the few people with a smile.

The majesty from when he was rolling in the meat grinder called the battlefield burst out from under Froedrich, and he angrily scolded Hong Qin.

"It sounds very boring. Creating gods artificially is very boring."

Friedrich laughed helplessly and tapped the armrest of the chair gently with his fingers.

Dana frowned when she heard this.

"That thing, that principle, is firmly engraved outside his stupid little brain! You are scientific workers, the people behind the scenes, you are Indiana Jones!"

Whispering loudly in the ear of the palace, you did not hide the turmoil that you had pushed those people behind.

The plain robe of love draped underneath her body completely covered the body that contained this love.

"The sniper attack tonight must have been because the other party wanted to obtain information. He died out of love, completely and completely!"

"You know the reason why he is not arrogant. He feels that your father has very little influence in the world. Even if he wins, he will not be able to go back just to pay a little benefit. Has he not considered it at all? You will die."

After all, no matter what the situation is, it is bad for the palace.

"Stupid! He actually expects those monsters to follow the rules between humans?"

After nodding timidly, Dana got the permission from Froedrich to wave you in.

"You understand, teacher, you will work hard to correct it."

The palace chose to stand by and watch, or rather, it was completely laissez-faire.

Oda Nobunaga approached the shrine, and his body exuded a sweet, not demonic smell.

Friedrich's voice gradually lowered, almost sounding like a rebuke.

Chapter 287

Sow the seed, sprinkle it with water and fertilizer, and wait for it to grow and bear fruit.

Just like an ordinary farmer, waiting for the fruits to grow is also a pleasure.

Even if some of them fail to germinate, or grow crookedly, or the fruits rot, it doesn't matter.

Living in the formless and formless world, sitting cross-legged on the Sea of ​​Moro, what Bo Xun does is no different from that of an ordinary farmer.

In the last moments of each calamity, quietly watch the seeds you sow in the world grow, and take pleasure in doing so.

From this perspective, the description of farmers and seeds seems inappropriate.

But Bo Xun is indeed doing the same thing, guiding other people's stories in a more interesting direction in every moment filled with desire and distress.

Because He is the Demon Lord in his incarnation, He exists in every moment of desire and uses it as food.

Generally speaking, Bo Xun will not interfere too much, just a small interference, but if there is someone who is also a diner, it will be different.

"We are like-minded diners. As long as we don't have any conflicts about the cultivation of delicious food, can't we dine together?"

"Hehehe, what's going on? Are you panicking because it's the person he's expecting?"

In an instant, you arrived at the secret base of the Gun Worship Cult.

"Don't talk about having similar tastes and losing your appetite. We may not always have the same taste, and we may not be able to match it next time."

"If it's bad, then they should work hard on that matter, and you should continue to be your idol producer."

Oriji Haira's weird smile hangs on his face, and you can see the two people's thoughts, but it is obvious that you will not get what you want.

Shengong put on his sunglasses and waited for you two to say something else before turning into a gust of autumn wind and leaving.

"You came to him just to give him a piece of advice."

Ogasawara Yoriko and Kunimitsu looked at each other, and Kunimitsu sighed deeply.

Is there anything you can do about it? Your main god is also a fun-loving person, but a diligent and kind god.

His vigilance was reduced, and he never took out his hand, staring into the darkness.

Only Froedrich was left, refreshing himself with coffee while continuing to read the information on the watch.

And just like in a dream, the smoke gathered into threads, tearing open the door to the realm of non-consciousness behind Friedrich's face.

"Although the wild boar that invades the garden will eat the flowers, the wild boar is also very delicious. No matter what, he will definitely lose money."

For those of you who are still in the last few levels, it doesn’t make any sense at all.

People like you or Jingu must really want to hide everything that happens in that country from our ears and eyes.

"It's too late, Professor."

Oriji Haira left, and the strange space dissipated, and he returned to the interrogation room.

That information is of no use to you at all. It is equivalent to when he needs strategies to play the game, but the other party gives him strategies to hide the boss before clearing the level.

"Forget it, it's no use trying to persuade me. But that matter really needs to be resolved as soon as possible. You go find someone else and see if there is any way to resolve the matter quickly."

But Zhi Song Mingjin, who left that place, did not return to the eighth day slowly.

go with.

"Do you know which little god it is? He actually condescended to come to you."

Hidden in the shadows, Tian Nobunaga could clearly see who the other party was. He only knew that the other party was definitely a special character.

He instantly rolled out of bed and reached for his pillow.

However, if there is no limit to the number of people who can be asked to help, Song Mingjin will definitely find it boring to do that, and you will probably intervene secretly again.

Anyway, even if the tube is left alone, the flowers that should bloom will still bloom, and the flowers that should wither will still wither. An unfaithful gardener will diligently maintain all of them.

Kunimitsu and Ogasawara Yoriko raised their ears. Is it for fun, so I want to give you some tips to help you?

Before you finished scolding, Kuyouguang remembered that the tombstone of Oriji Haira was erected in Koya Mountain, and it had not yet been bombed by the shrine.

In the conference room, no one has left yet.

In the noisy shadows of the room, Oriji Haira's voice came.

Oriji Haira gradually entered the shadows, and when he was about to disappear, you suddenly seemed to think of something.

Taking a deep breath of smoke, Friedrich felt that his cerebellum was no longer chaotic, reminding me that it was time to rest.

Tian Nobunagasi was lying under the bed, walking around as if sleeping.

Oriji Haira smiled strangely and nodded.

Although Jingu took action, it was to prevent Jiu Youguang from borrowing Jingu's tiger skin to find help.

I really don’t know if the real Oda Nobunaga was as charming as her, or if he was replaced because he assumed the name of Hashun.

"By the way, as a friend under the food, you can share some information with him in a simple way."

But why work so hard?

The light and darkness in the room were divided into two distinct halves, and what emerged from the cracked door was a blond man in a dress.

I'm not just here to see what those two people are always talking about me for.

"You know you know."

"Damn! Are you kidding me? Wait, turn around and push him to the grave!"

No matter what, Song Mingjin's goal was achieved.

"Besides, you also said that you were in charge, but you were just too lazy to do it yourself. You just let Laizi and you guys handle it."