I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

In Mochizuki's view, this god child withstands physical torture and purified his body's equivalent "True Power of Great Rivers and Mountains" within a short period of time, and it must have consumed several times this divine power.

But the other side's appearance at the moment seemed more than enough.

The divine power in this god child can never be several times his own, right?

"Hey, why? Have you seen...Yoyogi Park at four o'clock in the morning?"

"No, no, hard, don't you..."

Hearing Mochizuki's question, Fujiwara Takumi vomited blood from his mouth into the snow, and hugged the other's thick thigh like a worm: "Then you must have never seen it, I was at the snowy dawn, ghost crisis 7. Kijingling Countless nights of cultivation in the nightmare, including memnesia, evil ghost possession, extreme fear of pornography, etc., the entire apartment building turned golden!"

"You, what are you talking about... I see, you are delaying time on purpose..."

Looking at the bruise, swelling, and nosebleeds on his face, Fujiwara Takumi, who looked more than enough and turned on the preaching mode, looked particularly bleak, and the anxiety in Mochizuki's heart began to ferment...

"Enough, so embarrassed, this battle has no meaning to continue!"

It seems that because of the other's slender appearance, the wife has underestimated this "favored person who has met once in four thousand years."

Under the prestigious name, there are no vacancies.

"Uh ah ah ah ah, I Mochizuki, there are still many things that must be done, and I will definitely not lose here!!!"

He struggled to gather the will and strength he had accumulated while speaking, and against the pressure of the gods, he exploded with unprecedented power...

"Crack."

The moment he kicked Fujiwara Takumi’s chest, the sound of something breaking...

"uh-huh!!"

Fujiwara Takumi was kicked back a lot by his extraordinary performance.

"and many more……"

Lying on the snowy ground, he stared blankly at Mochizuki, who was completely out of "physical contact" in front of him...

"Chance!"

Taking this opportunity, Mochizuki didn’t care about the state of his pants that hadn’t been lifted. He smiled crazily in the chrysanthemum bushes while struggling to wriggle forward frantically: "Ahahahaha, it seems that Hokkaido is too far away, and your god can’t take care of it. is you……"

It seems that Fujiwara Takumi's purification technique can only be activated in contact with the body.

At this time, the distance between the two sides opened up, and his physical strength and great power began to recover rapidly.

As long as he climbs out of this "chrysanthemum field", he can quickly recover the "power of the great rivers and mountains" in his body, get rid of this annoying kraft sugar god child, and return to chase the missing Araki Sousuke!

"Up, down, left, right, left and right X!"

In the next second, the pulling sensation from the trousers and the "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" spreading over the body turned the joy and excitement in Mochizuki's eyes into gray and emptiness.

"For... why..."

He turned his head stiffly, looked at Fujiwara Takumi's hands and feet like a virgin coconut and caught up with him, struggling to reach out and grab his trousers.

"Why, to achieve this level..."

Even if the spiritual power in the body is endless, but after having "fighted" with myself for so long, I can't remember how many heavy blows with my face...

Especially the last foot just now, it is very likely that the kick has cracked the opponent's breastbone.

Even the elites under him should have long been unable to bear the pain and fainted.

"What the hell are you... insisting on?"

The seemingly weak young man in front of him has used willpower from nowhere to support it until now.

"What to stick to?"

With his entire face buried in the snow, immersed in the endless pain of his body, Fujiwara Takumi felt that even his words were leaking.

"After so many years, I can't hold on to anything..."

After the Obon Festival, every time in the middle of the night, when he recalled the picture of Uncle Keiwu being pierced through his chest by the Chongdein Temple in front of his eyes, he would feel an inexplicable throbbing and unwillingness in his heart.

He tries to resume his daily "three-minute routine homework", clears all the horror games on the market, "tests the courage", and selects some low-guarantee spirits to entrust "handsmanship" every month...

"Those self-righteous'efforts' are nothing more than self-paralysis, allowing one to escape more comfortably."

But from Tokyo all the way to Hokkaido, whether in the hands of ghosts and gods at the foot of Hakkoda Mountain, or under the siege of Ainu and the "Aju Ningyo", he can only hang on Araki Sosuke like a sloth pendant. On the thigh...

"In the end, I'm still the one who can't change anything, can't protect anything! But, even the salted fish..."

Fujiwara Takumi slammed up and pulled his ankle hard: "After a long time, I sometimes have the urge to turn over!"

Mochizuki, who was dragged by this force, lay down on the snow with his five fingers deeply buckled into the snow, bringing out ten traces like plowing fields, his eyes desperately watched as he slipped into the depths of the "chrysanthemum field"...

"Do not!"

It felt as if he had just escaped from hell with one foot, but was immediately dragged back by the evil spirit in it.

At this time, behind him, Fujiwara Takumi, who looked like a madman, was "the favored one who met once in four thousand years", which was clearly a "devil who met once in four thousand years."

"Kaz...hiss."

The sound of the belt buckle breaking and the cloth shattering rang out in the room.

This messy "Snow Slurry Wrestling" plunged into an awkward silence for a while.

"I……"

Fujiwara Takumi, whose face was swollen and painful, stared blankly at the camouflage trousers in his hand with a broken belt buckle and fluttering in the wind.

"Do not!!!!"

With too much force this time, he even took off Mochizuki's pants as if they were peeling a shrimp shell.

"Ha...hahahahaha..."

Laughing frantically, ignoring the *** that had faded to the crooked legs, Mochizuki cheered up on the snow with his hands and feet like a chicken blood...

"Fujiwara Takumi...you are very capable..."

He squirmed naked on the snow, climbing faster and faster, and soon climbed out of this chrysanthemum field...

Behind him, Fujiwara Takumi seemed to have completely surrendered and became extremely quiet, and even the desperate roar had stopped abruptly.

"This victory or defeat, after all, is my skill!"

Lying on the snowy ground at the edge of the chrysanthemum field, I felt that the tremor from the gods gradually faded, and the "power of the great rivers and mountains" hidden in his arms and ghost horns began to recover again. Mochizuki only felt the biting wind and snow. They all became so fresh: "Araki Sosuke, you wait for me..."

Before his eyes, it suddenly went dark.

"Um?"

The mountain-like shadows obscured the dazzling snow light and enveloped Wangyueche's whole person.

"You, you are..."

Mochizuki looked up and looked up. I don't know when he stood in front of him. It was a man with deep eye sockets, a straight nose, and a big beard, wearing an unsuitable winter suit...

He hasn't recognized this somewhat familiar man, and the huge stone held high by the other's hands has been smashed down like a gust of wind.

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