I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"This one-hundred-eye ghost climate is complete, and it may be difficult to seal it again in the future..."

Among the Buddha's bells, Kōfa Kazutokimoto Ichiro, who closed his eyes and held his mind, vomited blood and strenuously under the terrible moonlight.

Under the gaze of this weird moon pupil, neither the ghosts in the gates of hell nor the spirit-eliminators under the apartment in front of the hiding place, they weren't the enemy at first glance.

There was a brief silence around the parking lot of the Tibetan apartment.

"Who?"

In the mid-air, Mochizuki Ayano, who looked like a king over the world, looked in a certain direction in response.

Because of that direction, someone is approaching here quickly from the air.

Yuetong looked around, and there should be no one standing around the apartment.

As her gaze scanned, the resentment within nearly half a kilometer in that direction dissipated without warning.

"...Fujiwara Michino's waka, you have changed it without any artistic conception."

Where the grievances disappeared, a handsome figure of a young man hung quietly in the night sky, bathing unscrupulously in the gaze of Yuetong, a dead house T-shirt standing still in the raging night breeze. .

"Hehe, what a special pair of eyes..."

"Mochizuki Ayano" smiled slightly and looked at the boy with interest.

A substantial pupil power followed her gaze towards the opponent.

Fujiwara Takumi was silent, two golden chrysanthemums bloomed quietly in the depths of his pupils.

In this way, he indifferently stared at Mochizuki Ayano's pair of Hundred Eyes True Hitomi, feeling like a spring breeze in the pupil power that was enough to turn ghosts into sauce.

"Fujiwara Takumi?!"

Ichiro Tokimoto was refreshed when he saw the visitor clearly.

The "favored one who met once in four thousand years" finally made a move.

"Amitabha, this is the onmyoji. God descends. I am afraid that this is no longer the benefactor of Fujiwara, but another great power... The little monk promotes the law and pays homage to Emperor Meiji."

Kobe's eyes surged with white light, and he seemed to see something, and bowed respectfully to Fujiwara Takumi in mid-air.

"Emperor Meiji?"

Looking at the chrysanthemum pattern that overflowed from the young man in front of him, even though he was the one hundred-eyed ghost who had achieved the "Hundred Eyes True Eyes", he showed a cautious look.

"You gods who hid their heads in the soil to install ostriches under the "Millennium Agreement" also smelled the smell, and could not bear to breach the contract? "

Because this one in front of her is not an ordinary spirit remover, but an existence that has also touched the realm of "that".

"Hey, it's just that I used this pair of'glazed glaze divine body' to come out occasionally to get a breath of breath. It doesn't count as a breach of contract..."

"Fujiwara Takumi" face solemnly opened his palm to "Mochizuki Ayano" who was not far away: "It's you, who have occupied the body of Mochizuki's descendants for so long, so it's almost time to give it back to someone else..."

In his palm, a delicate "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" jumped out and went straight to Mochizuki Ayano.

Magic, purification.

"Hahahaha... a mere god descended from a body, dare to speak wildly! You shit gods, have you ever cared about the life and death of the world, why are you called a god?!"

"Mochizuki Ayano" seemed to hear something extremely ridiculous, and Yang Tian laughed wildly.

Her blue double pupils and the moon pupil in the sky turned into the shape of "Moon Wheel Nine Lights" at the same time, and the eight double pupils revolved frantically around the main pupil in the center.

Juwen collided with her body, and the splendid divine power instantly exploded, sweeping away the grievances within one kilometer of the apartment in front of Tibet.

...

Three minutes ago, one kilometer in front of the Tibetan apartment.

At the end of the bright road composed of "Akagi Senbon", the rain-like wreckage of a construction vehicle is falling towards Sosuke Araki and Yu Mayumi Kotori.

"Obviously there is no warning for a typhoon to land, how could a tornado suddenly start and then dissipate?"

Araki Sosuke controlled the warriors of the Warring States Period, with strong intuition and mobility, like a nimble mouse, dodge in the "meteorite rain" remaining after the tornado dissipated.

Tornadoes are not uncommon in Japan, which is surrounded by the sea.

During the typhoon season in August every year, such strange celestial phenomena will appear. Places such as Ibaraki, Chiba, Yokohama, Okinawa and other places are often in the news because of their violations.

"Damn it!!!"

However, the "meteorite rain" is too dense, and the situation in front of him no longer allows him to think about it...

A whole floor of nearly 20 square meters fell ruthlessly and swallowed the space of the two!

In danger, he hugged the girl behind him and jumped off the locomotive.

The warrior under him jumped high by inertia and violently smashed through the floor in mid-air.

"Oops……"

Seeing the torn concrete block falling from the sky, Sosuke Araki hurriedly used his body to firmly protect the girl in his arms.

He supported the ground with both hands, arched his back stubbornly, and was ready to hold up the living space for the girl under him even if he was buried by the floor.

"Huh, just a few pieces of cement..."

At the moment, behind him, several sword lights flashed, and one person holding a samurai sword shuttled through the cracks in the ruins.

The huge concrete floor slabs shattered like tofu under the knife light.

"Does it make it difficult for you to move?"

Appearing in front of the two of them was a list of tall men with a sword holding a sword, the other hand fixed to his neck, and dusty and unable to conceal his handsomeness.

"Senior's rear, I will guard it!!"

Immediately afterwards, another figure on all fours rushed out from the side, firmly supporting the other half of the car chassis that was flying towards the two of them.

"Bah, this thing is too heavy, barking..."

A tall man who was also covered in dust and couldn't see his face, pushed the wreckage of the vehicle aside.

Through the dust, one can vaguely see the black sportswear on his body and a black pet collar common in Custom Street between his neck.

"Tachibana Snow?! Kengo?!"

Looking back, with the unique high-cold aura and strong philosophical aura of the two of them, Sosuke Araki still recognized the two in a drunken state.

These two people, with their perverted sense of smell, chased after Araki Sosuke's drunken Yamada Kengo and Abe Temple all the way.

Just now they forced their way through the tornado and the fallen wreckage to come to support. The two of them looked extremely miserable at the moment, not only were they covered in dust like refugees, but they were also stained with blood everywhere.

"That, Mr. Araki..."

Seeing the strange gazes of the two "refugees" beside him, Yu Mayumi, who was crushed by Araki Zongjie, couldn't help tapping his chest lightly with a reddish ear, his tone was three-point shame. Seven points helpless.

"...Can you get me up?"

At this moment, Sosuke Araki, who wore a triangular GOPRO headband and dressed as a "underwear voyeur yakumushi otaku", was lying on the girl like some kind of obscene suspicious person.

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