Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

Jingu smiled expectantly.

I took off the suit that I wore as a priest, and the eight most important things in it were the mid-length mask, the dagger, and the obsidian mirror hanging behind my chest.

At this time, we were gathering in the conference room, watching

Watching satellite video.

With a wild smile, Orihara Yoriko also disappeared.

Jingu curled his lips and threw the arm bone in his hand to the ground.

Too weak, not interested, too lazy to do anything.

"As for the danger, it doesn't matter. They have just had their souls searched. You would trust someone whose cerebellum has been opened by you."

At this time, Ohsada Nobunaga also ignored the fact that he had not escaped from high-brow tastes and was only hit and stabbed.

"Everyone, how do you feel? Are you interested in your products?"

In order to avoid any loss, the eight of them have no possibility of becoming a god-controlling body, and they need to be carefully guarded until they are determined.

In a mountain town on an Indian reservation.

Orihara Yoriko lifted the ends of Ogasada Nobunaga's hair and laughed strangely.

After saying that, Jingu disappeared directly, leaving only another person who was interested in Nobunaga Ogasada.

But... the power of mortals is too strong in front of these guys, so even if they are treated so arrogantly, we can't even say half a word.

"It's broken, call it a day and go home."

So you can succeed or you can fail, but obedience without talking is what the demon hates the most.

Today's drama hasn't been finished yet, and Jingu has temporarily lost interest.

Did we create the god of guns and armaments, or did we use that shell to awaken some ancient being that we thought existed?

The demon always cares about any gains and losses, and the happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy of the world will satisfy the demon.

"Perhaps, it's just that their sincerity was wiped out by them, but they are actually planning a new plan somewhere else?"

I also want to have a serious chat with the remaining chiefs about how to cooperate next.

Why is it that the weaker a person is, the less inclined he is to be a happy person?

When we reach our position, there is no possibility of regression if we have the mysterious talent.

As long as we are shown the power that can fight against these people with no talent, we will naturally make the appropriate choice.

"It doesn't matter whether you are pregnant or not. Human lifespan is unlimited, but demons are limited. Hong Ye once told you that."

Orihara Yoriko approached, but was avoided by Nobunaga Ohsada in disgust.

Before taking away the eight items and putting them away properly, Mansour changed into his original clothes and walked out the door with his head turned.

That's what Frei Dewi said.

"Of course there is a beginning, but we always have to give the actors intermission time, which will definitely exhaust us to death."

"Hey, hey, he used it so skillfully and habitually, how could you recycle it?"

"Okay, take it in, take it in, take it in, I'm going to vomit."

Within a few minutes, Ogasada Nobunaga was the only one left outside. He looked at the mess on the ground and sighed.

At the other end of the table was Dana, wearing glasses, and everyone had returned to America.

If it had anything to do with it, his guess must be wrong. Sooner or later, this thing would appear in front of him again.

"You are his man. You must not be satisfied with that sentence and you cannot take back his power."

"Oh hehehe...your man~"

"That matter is over for now. Remember to remind Jiu to come over and clean up the mess."

As for which one the god, who has lost his divine body and is wandering in seven places, will choose, that is all to be known.

Before I closed the safety door, the polished obsidian mirror quietly emitted white smoke.

I must have forgotten who that person was, but I only need to know that that person was the poor person who was arbitrarily brought down by Jiu Youguang to search his cerebellum.

Chapter 303 Changes in Tamamo Mae

Autumn has arrived unknowingly.

The golden waves of wheat are still rolling under the setting sun, but it is difficult to see the busy farmers hunched over in the fields.

This world has undergone too many changes. After she woke up from her deep sleep, she fell into a long feeling of emotion.

Sitting on the imperial pillar of the upper shrine of Suwa Taisha Shrine, the young Suwa Myojin squats here like a frog, overlooking the entire Suwa.

Ever since he was replaced by this young human body, Suwa Myojin has been staying in the shrine, observing the changes in the world.

More humans left the land and fields, and the iron in their hands removed weapons and tools and transformed into ever-changing postures.

The iron box running on the road, the small box that can talk to thousands of miles away in your hand, and the iron bird that can fly in the air.

After just a short period of sleeping for a thousand years, the world has been turned upside down.

Humans no longer need gods to have a good harvest, which makes her feel lonely.

Although the priests at the shrine are very respectful, they do not need Suwa Myojin to do anything.

The icy snake god back then was now trapped in the body of a young boy, which was quite abominable.

Well, it was only a long, long time later that Jingu heard the voice of the white fox.

There is no point in regretting the past. Before he learned about the shrine from his own priests, Sutamamo had no idea of ​​getting back on his feet.

Myojin Empress smiled, grabbed the front of Inari God's neck, and picked you up.

And what kind of love experience? It feels so good to mention that Mingshen. You are obviously forced to have no choice but to talk about your love experience.

"Oh, speaking of changes, is he the one who has changed the least recently?"

The other one was a true white fox. He was held in the arms of the Queen of Gods and spoke human words.

Yes, calling you a frog is no different from calling you "loser, loser, loser" all the time. It will naturally make you disgusted.

But if you hear that voice often and the shrine is there, it will be more or less unfamiliar.

Why?The Queen of Myojin can always say that it is because she is more conservative and her bad-looking clothes have been thrown away by the shrine, right?

As a result, he has now become such a nice guy who talks viciously.

The embarrassed Lu Cong finally spoke, but was met with affectionate ridicule from Inari God.

As a result, just a few words later, my original divine body was taken away. Thinking about it now is not that satisfying.

When Empress Mingshen goes back tonight, she will have some fun with the shrine and ask me to give that mean-mouthed fox a good beating.

Isn’t there such a thing as possessiveness in love?

Inari God, who was pinched by Myojin Queen, just rolled his fox eyes and looked at Myojin Queen.

And Lu Conghou and Inari God are not related to each other. It is necessary to pay attention to men's relationship network. Although you are plastic, it is indeed very wide.

"Tell me what? What do you mean? Why on earth? It really makes sense~"

In front of Inari God's eyes, Myojin Queen now looked completely lost in love.

"Hey, Frog, what is he thinking about?"

Frogs and snakes are often predators and prey, although there are no bullfrogs.

That kind of preying situation in turn.

However, this is just a little sentimental.

"Inari? So he is still dead?"

Myojin didn't respond abnormally, but your recent abnormal behavior was just a matter of seconds, and Inari God didn't believe anything.

This one in human form, with its bare feet stepping under the imperial pillar, and its explosive figure standing out in the air, is suspected to be the amorous fox Queen Myojin of the Shrine family.

At least her people, your shrine, are still inheriting bad things, which is much less bad than some gods who often and completely lose their faith.

But after that time, you didn't really care anymore, but were happy that your old friends didn't exist.

Bad, bad, vixen, right?You see he is also a vixen, just wait!

The white fox jumped out of Mingshenhou's arms and straightened his black hair.

Seeing his old friend, Suwa Lu Cong's big face showed bright joy. Even if the other party called you the most disgusting name for you, he didn't pay attention for the time being.

"Haha, he has changed a lot. He is even more hateful."

"From now on, I was just boring, but now I dress up so colorfully, even my toenails are painted pink. What's the reason?"

Praying for a good harvest?Rain?Rain and prey?They just need Suwa Myojin to sit in the shrine and give them a sense of security.

Seeing the big fox being carried by the Myojin Queen, Sutamamo couldn't help but smile and spit out his snake letter.

"Stop it, you know what he said was coming out, hehehe, it's a shame for a vixen to do that."

Therefore, Inari God has simply considered that Empress Myojin is brewing such a terrible poisonous plan.

Suwa Wanko and Inari God are both farming gods in the form of animals. Although one is an indigenous god and the other is a Tianjin god, the two are still friends.

Such changes made Suwa Myojin feel very lonely. She felt that she was not needed as she was in ancient times, and a god who was not needed was meaningless.

"How could you die? He, on the other hand, even has his own divine body, and now he has really become a frog."

"Empress Mingshen, would you like to tell me in detail? You are also very curious about his love experience~ What is the reason why he has changed so little?"

"Hmph, after seeing such a young man, he has really changed a lot."

Yin Ling's special heavy laughter sounded in the air, and one person and one fox, yes, it should be said, two foxes, appeared in front of you.

At that time, Yama from the Shrine and Hell was nearby, and he had just woken up, so he was in a very confused state.

How can a man who is deeply in love push his spouse under another man's bed?

When the matter of the divine body was mentioned, Sutamamo's big face drooped again.

Ming Shenhou completed the transformation from a little demon to a man in an instant, hesitating to say it was vague.