I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Cough cough cough cough..."

In the next second, Fujiwara Takumi, who had not had time to get up, was firmly strangled by the dark and cracked arm, and lifted it into the air.

"Could it be said that the ‘Evil Ghost of Once in Four Thousand Years’" that combines the power of Jiudun and Ibaraki can’t enter the eyes of Your Excellency?"

Close at hand was Mochizuki's fierce and cold face.

"Tsk tusk tusk, what a powerful divine power, even the purest "True Power of Great Jiangshan", still can't break through..."

When the distance was very close, the two powers in the two people's bodies that represented a thousand years of blood feud between humans and ghosts, and incompatible with fire and water, were more intensely intertwined and annihilated each other.

"But even if it is stronger than yours, you will still be shackled by a weak body!"

"boom."

Mochizuki’s sandbag-big fist hit Fujiwara Takumi’s stomach fiercely: "Unlike your traditional spirit removers born to fight against evil spirits, our Mochizuki clan originally acted as'killing spirit removers.' The weapon was born!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Fujiwara Takumi's thin body arched in mid-air like dried shrimps, spitting out a big mouth of blood.

"Cut, can't you stand it with just one punch?"

As soon as his neck became loose, he slipped to the ground like a torn sack...

"After losing the protection of that powerful divine power, the so-called'divine child' is just the level of an ordinary college student..."

Looking down at the "16-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" all over his body, Fujiwara Takumi, who knelt down and held his abdomen in pain, shuddered crazily. Mochizuki's eyes flashed disappointment: "Even the'divine power' on your body, They are more spineless than you!"

In the situation where the original powers of the two parties are annihilated and unable to drive the art, Mochizuki, who is no longer suppressed by the divine power and can be used as a soldier, can hang ten "Heisei abandoned houses" like Fujiwara Takumi with one hand. .

"A boring battle... But, I have to thank you for catalyzing this ‘power of the country’ for me..."

No longer looking at Fujiwara Takumi on the ground, Mochizuki turned and took a step towards the foot of the mountain...

"...Let me solve Araki Sosuke with a more perfect posture!"

The distance stretched away, and the gray flames that escaped from the entanglement with the chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power, when he slammed into the ground, sprayed from the soles of his feet...

Mochizuki Che's calf seemed to be about to launch a rocket, and his whole body rushed out...

"Pattern."

In the next second, the violent gray flames all over his body suddenly died down and turned into a boiling appearance like hot oil...

Like an athlete who raised his hips and started running, but was suddenly caught by his ankle, Mochizuki slammed into the ground beneath him with violent potential energy.

"boom!!!"

On the snowy ground, there was an extra depression in the shape of "Tai".

"Pooh!"

Mochizuki, who was embedded in the snow, raised his neck, spit out a mouthful of blood, and turned his head to look at his heel: "Oh? It doesn't seem to look like it, so spineless?"

There, Fujiwara Takumi, who fell soft to the ground, stretched out his thin hands and stubbornly pulled his ankles.

The surging "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" was spreading from his wrist, boiling down Wangyueche's body.

"Sorry, it's one-on-one this time..."

With his facial muscles twitching constantly due to pain, Fujiwara Takumi, with a blue nose, swollen nose and bleeding nose, squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying: "I can't find an excuse to escape."

...

"Uuuuu..."

Unwilling weeping sounded in the quietly driving Toyota Century sedan.

"Cousin Takumi, don't move, I'll put some medicine on you."

On the back seat, a little girl in a kindergarten standard "yellow hat and black dress" was awkwardly turning out band-aids and alcohol in the portable medicine cabinet.

Sitting next to her is a "Bump Manjun" who is wearing a hooded bodysuit and sobbing in a low voice.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"There are five of them. It's normal for you to suffer."

That "Bumpman" pulled off the headgear on his face, revealing the boy's face with a swollen nose and swollen nose: "But, but, they are only middle-class students, I'm already a primary school student, okay..."

He wiped his nose with a sleeve full of tears, and even though the girl gave himself medicine, the expression on his face was still resentful: "My world limited edition of 2,000 sets of the'Noah Bumpman COS suit' actually failed to produce expectations. The deterrent effect must be that they are usually too ignorant! Pain and pain..."

"Does it still hurt? I'll help you blow it... Although, Takumi's cousin suddenly dressed in strange clothes and mixed into the kindergarten and declared to ‘sanction’ the boys in my class, which surprised everyone..."

The girl carefully cleaned up the wound for the other party, and her low-buried face showed a blush in the sunset: "But...Qianyezi is very happy!"

"Ahem, like Tyro occasionally loses to Enmago, Beast Button, and Beria, this time it's just me careless!"

Seeing the girl's eyes full of admiration, the boy's bruised face showed a consciously cold, but distorted smile: "However, those guys should have learned a little lesson, and I will not dare to bully you so arrogantly in the future..."

He suddenly folded his hands and put a handsome "cross" on his chest: "From now on, you can go to school with peace of mind, the giant of light will protect you in the dark!"

"Oh... Cousin Takumi is amazing!"

...

"I'm not good at all..."

"Only I am in Hokkaido, even if I freeze to death and starve to death, turn into bear food, Ainu sacrifices, or trafficked to make strange films, I will never find that bus..."

On the snowy ground, Fujiwara Takumi, who threw his five bodies on the ground, looked up at Mochizuki, who was grabbed by his ankle and also threw his five bodies on the ground.

"But, that fellow Zongjie is very strong...If it is him, it will definitely be possible, save everyone..."

This time, he firmly met the opponent's fierce eyes: "At least for now, no, I can't let you disturb him."

"Huh, meaningless action... Why do you stop me... with this small body?"

Mochizuki snorted coldly, lifting his foot to pull out his ankle...

"Up and down, left and right BA!"

A dazzling golden light burst out of the palm of Fujiwara Takumi's palm!

Shinto Technique·Purification!

In the next second, the majestic and fine chrysanthemum patterns spread from the ankles to Wangyueche's whole body, and more fiercely collided, exploded, and annihilated the gray flames...

The balance maintained between the two forces began to tilt little by little.

"Uh!"

Mochizuki felt that he had become a live fish falling into a pan of oil. The "power of a great river and mountains" in his body was like the "moisture" continuously evaporated by the "hot oil", and it started to dissipate a little bit.

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