Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

But for Jingu, he is not good at being a tomboy. Chiyo's reckless and straightforward but cute half-tomboy is already his limit.

Since he couldn't meet new friends, he could only put his thoughts on the people he had just met. Jingu thought in his heart that Hongye would be easy to deal with. If he let go of his moral integrity, he could lie to her eight times a minute. Ibuki seemed to be drunk. Mengzi is actually a bit scheming.

While thinking about it, his hand unconsciously climbed up to Ibuki's slender waist next to him. The smooth waist made him couldn't help but fumble back and forth twice, until he met Ibuki's purple eyes, which seemed a little weird. Look at him.

"Ahem, sorry, I'm used to it."

Shengong withdrew his hand, sitting here with no one holding him. He was really not used to it. He was used to being hugged from left to right. He was missing something that felt soft and slippery to the touch. He could also moan and chew on it. I'm really not used to it.

"I was negligent. I should arrange two for you. Can we just use the two girls who have sung for you several times?"

enthusiasm!It’s called hospitality!This is called business!

No need for Jingu to say anything else, Ibuki stood up and opened the door. Before he could say anything, he heard a commotion outside as soon as the door was opened.

"Kill! Gentlemen! For your wives and children, and for your glory, please risk your lives and kill the demons!"

A group of nondescript uncles, wearing turbans and suits with some books or protective gear tied under the lining, pulled out long knives and waved their swords at the guests and staff in the bar.

The Demon's Lair, Dajiangshan Music Cos Bar is not as hidden as the Sixth Day of Bliss. This store is not difficult to find as long as you are willing to look for it, which also led to the arrival of evil customers today.

Maybe it's blood food delivered to your door?

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The college entrance examination is tomorrow. I wish all the candidates a good start and get ideal results. Don't be too nervous.

Chapter 132 Slaying Demons and Eliminating Demons

"Is it really good to do this?"

The man tightened the books tied to his body. These not-so-hard things might be able to withstand the fangs or claws of some ferocious beasts at critical moments and save his life.

"What's wrong? Brother Ogasawara, there are monsters there. Isn't it a good thing to kill them?"

The leader of the men asked back, and the man named Ogasawara was refuted. Indeed, killing demons is a good thing. These demon caves have killed many people. Killing them is a matter of course, but

Ogasawara held the knife and weighed it twice. He had not practiced the kendo he had learned as a child for who knows how many years. Even holding the handle of the knife, it was difficult for him to find the feeling of holding the knife, let alone practical. The experience of killing something with a sword.

"Don't worry, Ogasawara, you'll be proficient in just a few attempts. The blood of the samurai flows in our bodies, and wielding the sword is just like instinct."

The man patted his shoulder, took out a magatama piece from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"By the way, there is also this thing. Wear it. If you feel uncomfortable, just put it in your mouth. It will make you feel better."

"What the hell is wrong? Is it so hard to accept it the first time?"

Time turned back to the present. Ogasawara, who was in a daze, was slapped hard by his companion. He was awakened from his memories and looked at the front of him blankly.

Some of his companions were fighting with demons, while others were chasing behind the fleeing crowd, wielding knives and killing them wantonly, and he was one of them.

His knife was stained with blood, and there was a corpse lying in a pool of blood at his feet. His knife just now could be said to be the best he had ever struck. It went straight from the shoulder blade to the humerus, almost cutting the whole person in half.

The touch of cutting off a human body seems to be no different from the bamboo mat used to test a knife. The blood spilled and the pleasure of violence flow through the body as if it was born with it.

Looking up, the fleeing male and female demons all seemed to be no different from ordinary people. They even had some decorations that were obviously like props. The ghosts who were fighting with their companions on the side were also very real. They seemed to be about the same age as my daughter. The corpse made Ogasawara confused about what was real and what was fake for a while.

His hands were shaking, his breathing was short, his heart was beating faster than ever before, and he was so nervous that he felt like he was about to jump out of his body. His head was lacking oxygen, and he couldn't tell whether the wings on the corpse under his feet were real or fake.

Recalling the words of the senior leader, Ogasawara took out the magatama from his neck, and held the magatama in his mouth, which was as dark as blood. He instantly felt a coolness, and his whole body relaxed a lot. He was left with unprecedented confidence and satisfaction, holding the knife and eager to try. .

These are demons, and their corpses can be exchanged for a lot of money, a lot of money. With that money, he no longer has to be a clerk, an ordinary person who is teased around outside and has to endure the looks when he comes home.

He is a samurai!It's a gentry!He is a descendant of Shinano's guardian Ogasawara clan!

"A bunch of mongrel dogs that are busy biting people without even being able to chew bones. They are still as despicable after all these years."

There was no emotion or anger to be heard. Ibuki, who saw this scene from a height, said coldly, not at all concerned that his place was being ruined.

He felt angry because his guest was killed, or he felt pity that his guest was killed.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are only a few monsters that are actually killed, and most of them are humans dressed in strange costumes. These guys can't tell the difference between humans and monsters, so they just kill them randomly.

He never thought about where this place was, whether he would die, or whether the soul under the knife was a human or a monster. He would only follow the violent desires in his heart, like a beast indulging in desire.

After sniffing the smell of blood in the air, Ibuki seemed to smell something.

"Huh? It's unexpected that there is a purebred. The taste of Genji, red leaves, do you want to taste it yourself?"

"Genji? Where is Genji?"

Being mentioned a word that shouldn't be mentioned, the originally peaceful Momiji suddenly turned into a ferocious resentful ghost, rushed out of the door, and jumped directly from Ibuki's side.

"If you're so impatient, why don't you wait for me and we'll split the difference."

Following Hongye, he jumped down from the upstairs. Suddenly, only Jingu and Lord Baizu were left, who was still feasting.

"Can't stand it anymore?"

Jingu looked at Baizu in surprise, why is she still eating here, is she so hungry?

"Bah!" Baizu spat out a piece of bone and said very honestly: "People don't taste good, and Genji and I don't have any grudges, so why do we jump in and fight?"

Oh, legend has it that the person who shot her to death was Fujiwara Hidego, who founded the Fujiwara Kitie Hidego style and had nothing to do with Genji.

The two people upstairs were just watching a show, but the scene downstairs was not very good-looking. Hongye, who transformed into a demon, tore the person in half, waved his hand and moved towards the smell of Genji without caring about anything else. No one can stop her.

Even with such a bloody and terrifying scene, these half-hearted guys still showed no signs of fear. They swallowed the magatama one by one, and their bodies grew dramatically. What's more, they even had green faces and fangs. They threw away their swords and crawled on the ground like wild beasts. Enter.

Compared to the brutality on the other side, Ibuki's movements were very light, and her slender figure moved among the crowd, but the person who came into contact only saw her purple eyes, and then the world was spinning, and her head had been pulled away by Ibuki, carrying a series of The head is close to its target.

demon!Absolute monster!Although they had just met each other not long ago, Ogasawara saw that his comrades were easily decapitated and turned into headless corpses, and boiling anger arose in his heart.

Holding the knife in his hand, Ogasawara was more serious than ever before. He wanted to kill the demon in front of him and avenge his dead comrades. His heart was beating rapidly, and the magatama under the tip of his tongue continued to exude a cold breath, prompting him to calm.

Yes, if you follow this feeling and follow your body's instinct to swing the knife, you will definitely be able to catch the moment when the demon rushes up and kill her!

"Huh? What are you thinking?"

A soft and charming voice with a hint of coolness rang in his ears. In just a moment, without even being able to see the opponent's steps, the demon with enchanting beauty and cruelty was already standing in front of him.

Swing the knife!Subconsciously, he wanted to slash with a knife, but the demon's hands were faster than his, pinching his throat and lifting him up. Ogasawara, who was out of breath, could only struggle in vain.

Licking her lips, Ibuki didn't seem so impatient when facing the last main course. Her nails dug into his flesh and blood, as if she was trying to slowly pull the man's head off by gravity.

He even lost strength in his struggle, and kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to take in air from the outside world. However, this was just an illusion. His trachea was penetrated by Ibuki's hand. Death from suffocation seemed less obvious than death from decapitation. pain.

But there was something else in his mouth, sliding towards his throat along with his instinctive swallowing.

A smile appeared on Ibuki's lips, as if she was excited for the next scene.

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I am thinking whether I am too perverted sometimes, and my hobby of curiosity seems to be still deeply rooted in my body.

Chapter 133 The dragon-eating centipede

"Ibuki! Genji is going to be left to me!"

The ghost-like red leaf roared towards Ibuki, and its resentment was like a tangible temperament, tearing all the demonized monsters around to pieces, and rushed towards Ibuki in the rain of blood.

As if he heard Momiji's words, the hand that was tightly squeezing Ogasawara's neck loosened, and the Magatama that was stuck in his throat was swallowed by instinct.

Due to the heat, Ogasawara felt as if his blood was boiling. The red tendons were traveling around his body. They did not become demonized and swollen like his comrades. Instead, they seemed to be burning, and the skin on his body quickly The skin becomes deeper, the blood vessels swell like lines, and the nails and teeth become sharp.

The interpupillary distance is rapidly expanding, and the knotted muscles protrude from the scalp like horns. Ogasawara stands with a towering head, and his appearance at this moment is somewhat similar to Ibuki, like an evil ghost.

"what?"

A voice with obvious rationality came out from the throat like a broken bellows. He seemed to be different from everyone else, but before he could think about it, a sharp pain came from his left arm, and the red leaves had already penetrated his body. Pull it off by the roots with your hands,

The pain, followed by rage, and the feeling of abundant strength made him full of confidence at this moment. He was just attacked by a sneak attack, and he was absolutely confident that he could kill the monster that attacked him.

"Death! Die to the blood of Genji!"

Torn apart, even if he has some special features, he is not an important character. He can only be torn into pieces like a rag doll under the hands of the rampaging Hongye.

All the stupid dogs that Ibuki said were now corpses that could no longer move. Monster blood, human blood, and the blood in between were all flowing on the ground.

"Okay, if you need to clean, you should clean, if you need to take drugs, please take drugs. Let the person in charge come and collect the body. I don't know if it can still be identified."

Ibuki stepped on the pool of blood and took the handkerchief to wipe his hands. The skill of picking off the head just now was really perfect, without breaking the connection or being sloppy, it was easy to pick!

After tearing the poor man into countless pieces, the blood of the enemy finally made Hongye regain his senses. He was covered in blood and stood up from the sea of ​​​​blood with a kind face.

After such a commotion, I suddenly lost all thoughts of drinking, although except for a few other people from the Shrine, it didn't matter.

"Forget it, it seems that today is not a good day for drinking. I'd better go to the animal world to talk to Bao Ji about some serious matters. I'll drink next time."

Shengong stood up and was about to leave, but was suddenly pulled back.

"You're going to the animal world? What a coincidence, I'm going too, do you want to come together?"

The big Baizu who had been eating grabbed the corner of Shengong's clothes and refused to put down the food in her hand. I really don't know whether she is a Big Baizu or a big white pig. She has been eating since we met until now.

"Huh? It's time for delivery so soon?"

"Ah."

Ibuki and Obaizu had a quick conversation, probably talking about business matters.

Shengong thought for a while and realized that he really didn't know the way to the animal world. It would be good to have someone to guide him, so he had no objection to Big Baizu's proposal to invite him to go with him.

After the two left, Ibuki looked at the mess on the ground and wondered what he was thinking.

The last time I went to the past life, I was at the Asama Taisha Shrine of Konohanayehime.

If we want to use a metaphor, the shrine of a god is a fixed station for traveling between the present world and the eternal world.The Animal World is a place that is not accessible by public transportation and requires driving.

Since there was no shortcut to take, and the big centipede was leading the way, he was not so fast. He wandered between the gap between the real world and the eternal world, with truth and illusion, matter and spirit passing by on both sides of him.

This is not the real world, but a sensory misdiagnosis.

Jingu looked at the big centipede leading the way. Golden centipede patterns appeared on her dark dress, insect-like tentacles grew on her forehead, and on her arms and calves exposed outside the dress, Countless cracks like tentacles.

I don't know why, but Jingu, who was not interested in Big Hundred Foot at first, became slightly interested when he saw the other party's appearance.

Insect girl?Although she is not the more common spider girl, the centipede girl seems to be a bit interesting, right?I wonder if she can look like a centipede on her lower body.

While they were thinking about all kinds of unrealistic fantasies, the two of them had already arrived at their destination - the animal world.