I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Yes, yes, what about the others..."

Fujiwara Takukai looked around, and found the warrior of the Warring States period with only half of the rear wheel exposed in the snow mound not far away.

"If the Sengoku Samurai is over there..."

"This guy is not Sosuke Araki!"

When Fujiwara Takumi used his eyes to search for another "passenger" in his car, the man's angry voice, accompanied by a sweet breath, sounded below.

Mochizuki, who looked like an evil ghost and had a naked upper body, stood quietly under the tree.

And the man who was held in his hands like a garbage bag and wore the winter clothes originally belonging to Sosuke Araki was uncovered by the scarf covering his face...

It reveals a face with a beard covering the face, three-dimensional features, and a flushed face.

"You, what did you do with the city aid?!"

It is the Ainu hunter, the city helper, who was "carefully packed" by Sosuke Araki and tied to the back seat of the locomotive to "run".

"Don't worry, he is still alive."

In the next second, Mochizuki under the tree took off his sunglasses, put them in his trouser pocket, and looked up at Fujiwara Takumi above.

"I should have guessed that there is more than Sousuke Araki who can resist "God drunk, ghost, poisoned wine." "

Fujiwara Takukai's eyes went dark, and Mochizuki had already flashed his figure, squatting on the same tree trunk as him face-to-face.

"Right, from Meiji Jingu, priest Fujiwara?"

The scarf around his neck had already flown towards the bottom of the mountain at some unknown time, revealing the pale face of Fujiwara Takumi...

"You and I……"

Looking at Mochizuki Che's ghostly scarlet pupils, the dumbfounded Fujiwara Takumi felt that he had become a frog caught by a poisonous snake...

The scattered "16-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" spiraled out with the trembling calf!

"Uh..."

Suddenly placed in the center of the storm formed by the chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power, Wangyueche standing proudly on the trunk, his face instantly turned pale...

"Puff."

He suddenly softened his knees and knelt in front of Fujiwara Takumi like a Chinese New Year gift with him!

"Why is Xiongtai giving this gift..."

Looking at this peerless murderous man who suddenly "kneeled" in front of him, Fujiwara Takumi, who can't even beat a punk on weekdays, suddenly put his heart in his throat: "This, this can't be done...what is the special funeral ceremony?" "

"Jie Jie Jie Jie... Is this the legendary "Shen Zi no trembling" that rubs the body at a high frequency 100 times per second, reaches its peak in an instant, and spews out the body's divine power? "

Kneeling on the tree trunk, Mochizuki, who couldn't even lift his head, sturdy body trembling like a tiger, rubbed his throat and roared like a beast: "Good come, strong enough!"

In that chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power, there is a sense of sheer to the extreme pressure.

At this moment, Mochizuki Che felt as if there was a god who was as magnificent as the heavens and the earth, and could not be looked at directly, looking down at his tiny self in front of him...

Not only that, but there seemed to be an inherent restraint in this coercion, which made his connection with the ghost horns and ghost hands in his body gradually thin.

"No, listen to my explanation, it is to break this spiritual power... Wait, why can you describe the kind of moves that I don't know and don't exist in such detail?!"

Looking at the man who looked like a volcano about to erupt, Fujiwara Takumi subconsciously wriggled back along the tree trunk...

"Hey Hey……"

Mochizuki had tried his best to maintain his kneeling posture, obviously he didn't have the time to listen to the other party's explanation, just murmured something in his mouth.

"Because... is a high god... so does anyone have to bow their heads and bow down?"

"No, you obviously knelt down by yourself! 』

The chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power of the Heavenly King's Lower Realm and Hess's might seem to have awakened the two consciousnesses sleeping in his body.

"The two guys in my body didn't say that!!!"

"The... two guys in the body? ! 』

A kind of disgust and unyielding from the depths of the soul suddenly broke out in the bottom of his heart, making him feel that his forehead and left arm were burning!

Mochizuki Che seemed to see the bloody scene of countless evil spirits and humans fighting each other and killing each other in the battlefield of blood and corpses in the vast river and mountains stretching for thousands of miles.

"They, have fought with your'god' for thousands of years..."

In the dare to shout, the ghost lines on the surface of Wangyueche's skin squirmed and spread.

"Even if you are frustrated, you have never succumbed to one day!"

"Who is frustrated, who do you look for!" ""

The already developed muscles have doubled, like the thick tree roots layered on top of each other, it looks even more unlike humans...

"Is this stinking smell in the divine power, the descendant of the Amaterasu who claims to be the royal family? Tsk, the head with the horns of my wine swallowing ghosts, you can't lower to this stuff..."

The crimson double horns in the forehead, like dead wood in the spring, revolved and soared more than half a meter long, just like the giant horns of the devil!

"Hmph, this is the only point, I agree with you... Dajiangshan's broken arm is not for lying on the ground!"

The bandage on his left hand was then torn apart, revealing a ghost hand that was chapped like carbon and charred all the way to the entire left chest!

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"I'm already anxious enough, please don't grow strange things without authorization, and shout so loudly!" 』

Accompanied by the roar of the angry waves, Mochizuki bit his blood-stained lips and raised his head little by little, little by little, against the irresistible breath that surpassed the level of life: "Fujiwara or Abe, you These gods who are born with everything..."

"Do you have any misunderstandings about "Having everything"? ! 』

"Have you ever experienced..."

With the pair of scarlet ghost pupils, he stared affectionately at Fujiwara Takumi, who had already scared the petrochemicals in front of him: "You need to work hard and sacrifice everything to stand on the same starting line with you in the sadness of Mochizuki?!"

"Don't be like those training institutions that sell anxiety and forge a starting line that doesn't exist at all! 』

"However, if you can trample you guys on the ground under your feet..."

"Why are you taller if you are taller?" 』

The originally distinct golden and purple flames on his body gradually merged together in the endless boiling and bursting...

"What's wrong with giving up this person?!"

"No one forces you to abandon anything at all! 』

It turned into a touch, pure and deep, gray flames!

"Ghost...the power of ghosts...on humans?!"

It seemed that something was sensed. The chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power in Fujiwara Takumi's body exploded like cat hair through static electricity, and he actively competed with the gray flames of the opponent's body!

"No, this is truly pure, free of low-level tastes, the power of a great country!"

"Which kind of low-level taste did you get away from?" ! 』

Mochizuki Che's body, which looked more fierce and fierce, surrounded by gray flames, set off by huge ghost hands and ghost horns, slowly stood up from the "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern".

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