I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Chapter 815 830831 Have you ever seen Yoyogi Park at four in the morning?

"I didn't expect that Your Excellency still has the strength to use divine arts..."

Wang Yueche originally thought that this son of God didn't use any decent magic from the beginning to the end, just like himself, because the two forces were tired of confrontation and difficult to control.

Looking at it like this, the other party seems to be overwhelming him in terms of power control?

"It's a pity, the purification technique is such a weak technique, it's better to save it for the blessing ceremony!"

Feeling that the "Power of Great Rivers and Mountains" began to decline under the purification of the other party, a trace of panic emerged in his heart, and he kicked Fujiwara Takumi's face fiercely: "I could have suffered less, but you asked for it!"

"puff!"

The cold, heavy, and hard military boots smashed into the boy's white and tender cheeks roughly, splashing a string of blood drops on the snow...

"oh?"

However, this heavy foot only slightly loosened the hands that were holding onto his ankles, and on the contrary, they gripped even harder.

"Greedis Good!"

Takumi Fujiwara, whose face was half swollen, grinned tremblingly, and recited the mantra again...

Another golden light bloomed from his palm, climbing up to Wangyueche's body layer by layer.

Shinto, purification, x2.

"Uh ah ah!"

Another purification technique was superimposed, which not only further annihilated the "true power of great rivers and mountains" in Wang Yueche's body, but even the plump and tough muscles began to wither little by little.

The already tilted balance seemed to be added a chip to the sinking end.

"Let go, is the water in your head frozen?"

In desperation, Mochizuki no longer cared about the other party's identity: "You are the son of God, and you use your own life to fight for ten more minutes for Araki Sousuke. What's the point?!"

"boom!"

Another kick, violently kicking Fujiwara Takumi on the other side of the face.

"Xiumi hot and get it!"

However, Takumi Fujiwara, who had swollen cheeks on both sides and could not even speak clearly, clung to life-saving straws, murmuring spells of unknown meaning as if he was talking to himself.

Shinto, purification X3.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Feeling the "true power of great rivers and mountains" in the body, which is comparable to the power of ghosts and gods, retreating steadily, and the pressure of the "sixteen petals and eight layers of chrysanthemum pattern" that makes it difficult to move has eroded into the body again...

"Since you are looking for death yourself, you can't blame me!"

Mochizuki put aside the idea of ​​"click until it ends", and kicked out with his right foot turned into an afterimage...

This time, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"A mistake was made in the flower field"

"boom!"

"Power... Over... Whelming!"

"Say yes, forget it before dawn."

"Long!"

"Impulse9!"

"Hugs turned into suffering."

In the snowy grove, there was a fast-paced, fist-to-flesh bombardment, accompanied by the golden light that lit up from time to time, and the young man's unremitting spell...

As if, played a snow wrestling without SAFEWORD.

"A mistake was made in the flower field"

"Boom!"

"Nwca... gents!"

"Mistakes are like being obsessed with being bored."

"Boom!"

"HESO...YAM!"

"Please excuse my affectionate interruption."

"Boom!"

The golden light flickered more and more frequently, but the rhythm of the bombardment gradually slowed down...

It was as if someone poured out a whole box of chips, submerging the entire balance like a mudslide.

"Huh...huh...huh...idiot...don't you understand..."

Five minutes later, on the messy snow, Wang Yueche's heavy breathing like a broken bellows could be heard.

"Even if it's you...to completely purify my power..."

He was lying powerlessly among a golden chrysanthemum swaying in the wind...

"Even... in my current state... relying on melee combat skills and experience alone... you have no chance of winning!"

The body that was half covered by the petals seemed to be hollowed out by something, leaner than usual, shining like oil under the golden light.

"And... your divine power... is almost... at its limit..."

After more than a dozen "purifications" by Takumi Fujiwara in succession, the "power of true great rivers and mountains" in his body has long since disappeared without a trace, and it is difficult for the whole person to move under the terrifying coercion of the god...

Not only the dark red ghost lines on the body surface and the ghost horns on the forehead shrunk to the point of imperceptibility, but the coke-like left arm was even thinner and skinny.

Under the terrifying coercion of the "God Son of Trembling", he urged every cell in his body, and kicked a weak kick towards his body with difficulty: "Give me... let go..."

"Hey, hey, hey... I never planned to beat you from the beginning to the end..."

In the deepest part of the chrysanthemum bushes, Fujiwara Takumi, whose face was swollen into a pig's head, covered with blood, and could not even open his eyelids, greeted the opponent's soft kick with his chest, and let out an idiot-like smile: "As long as I can get you Staying here...is enough..."

At this moment, he was grasping Wangyueche's belt tightly with both hands, pressing the opponent's calf under his body, wriggling forward like a caterpillar...

"You... crazy, crazy!"

Not caring that his trousers were far away from him, and his lower body was icy cold by the wind and snow, Wang Yueche crawled forward on the snow with a ferocious expression...

As long as he can climb out of the area covered by the golden chrysanthemum pattern and open the distance between him and Fujiwara Takumi, he can restore his original strength and regain his life.

Looking down from above, in the chrysanthemum field in the snow, it seems that two caterpillars are entangled and racing hard.

"You just said... the limit?! Hehehehe..."

Behind him, Fujiwara Takumi's hysterical laughter and the feeling of climbing along his thigh made Mochizuki feel a chill in his heart.

"I'm sorry, my gaudy spiritual power...although it's hard to pull out ordinary grievances..."

Blossoming "sixteen petals and eight-fold chrysanthemum patterns" are shaking off Fujiwara Takumi's body faster and faster, and taking root on the snow...

"But the only thing worthy of praise is the large amount and the fullness..."

With the corner of his mouth crooked, Fujiwara Takumi crazily burst out more "sixteen petals and eight-fold chrysanthemum patterns" that make people bow their heads and are powerless to resist!

"this……"

Looking at the chrysanthemum field that moved with him and expanded to the surroundings, as if he would never be able to climb out, his heart was as strong as Wang Yueche, and he also felt a trace of despair.

"Why, it's only a dozen or so purifications... Are you going to shout daba?"

Like a virgin coconut freshly baked from the TV, Takumi Fujiwara twisted his body in a distorted posture, climbing forward bit by bit: "For those who can clean hundreds of collections in the hand office for an afternoon For me who cleaned one by one without taking a breath... I just finished warming up... Wow ha ha ha ha ha!"

"What are you talking about inexplicably...are you kidding..."

Seeing Fujiwara Takumi's ghost-like face constantly approaching him, Mochizuki Che, whose strength to crawl forward became weaker and weaker, felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.

"Why, you still have such a huge amount of spiritual power?!"

In Wangyueche's view, this Son of God purified the equivalent amount of "True Dajiangshan Power" in his body in a short period of time despite the physical abuse, and must have consumed several times the divine power.

But the other party's current appearance seems to be more than enough.

The divine power in the body of this son of God cannot be several times that of his own, right?

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

"No, no, it's difficult, don't you..."

Hearing Mochizuki Che's question, Fujiwara Takumi spat out the blood in his mouth onto the snow, and hugged his thick thigh like a worm: "Then you must have never seen it before. , amnesia, possessed by evil spirits, extreme phobia, etc. During countless nights of training in nightmares, the entire apartment building turned golden!"

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

Looking at Fujiwara Takumi, whose face was particularly bleak due to bruises, swelling and nosebleeds, but who looked more than adequate, and started the preaching mode, Mochizuki began to feel uneasiness in his heart...

"Enough, it's so embarrassing, there's no point in continuing this battle!"

It seems to me that because of the other person's slender appearance, the wife and wife have underestimated this "one-in-four-thousand-year God's favored person".

Under the prestigious name, there are no empty people.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He struggled to condense the will and strength he had accumulated while speaking, and against the coercion that was like a god, he exploded with unprecedented strength...

"Crack."

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

"uh-huh!!"

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

"etc……"

Lying on the snow, he stared blankly at Mochiueche who had completely lost "physical contact" in front of him...

"Chance!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wangyue Che ignored the fact that his pants were not lifted up, and while laughing wildly with a contorted face, he struggled and squirmed forward crazily: "Ahahahaha, it seems that Hokkaido is too far away, and your god can't take care of you... "

It seems that Fujiwara Takumi's purification technique can only be activated in the case of physical contact.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was widened, and his physical strength and the power of Dajiangshan began to recover rapidly.

As long as he climbs out of this area, he can quickly restore the "power of the great river and mountains" in his body, get rid of this annoying jellyfish god, and turn around to chase the missing Araki Sousuke!

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

In the next second, the pulling sensation from the trouser leg turned the joy and excitement in Mochiueche's eyes into gray and dull.

"For...why..."

He turned his head stiffly, and looked at Fujiwara Takumi, who was chasing up with Kayako-like siblings and struggling to grab his trousers.

"Why, to do this to this extent..."

Even though the spiritual power in his body is endless, but he has been "close to body" for so long, and he has suffered countless heavy blows with his face...

Especially the last kick just now, it is very likely that the opponent's sternum was cracked.

Even the elites under him should have fainted from the pain long ago.

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

This seemingly weak young man in front of him actually used the willpower he didn't know where he came from to support him until now.

"Hold on to what?"

His whole face was buried in the snow, immersed in the endless pain all over his body, Fujiwara Takumi felt that he was leaking even when he spoke.

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

After the Obon Festival, every time in the dead of night, recalling the scene of Uncle Keigo being pierced through the chest by the Sotoku-in in front of his eyes, he would feel an inexplicable throbbing and unwillingness in his heart.

He tried to resume his daily "three-minute routine homework", cleared all the horror games on the market "test courage", and selected some subsistence allowances every month to entrust "practice"...

"Those self-righteous 'efforts' are nothing more than self-paralysis, so that they can escape with more peace of mind."

But all the way from Tokyo to Hokkaido, no matter in the hands of ghosts and gods at the foot of Hakkoda Mountain, or in the siege of Ainu and "Akiku dolls", he can only be hung in Araki Sousuke's house 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 if it's a salted fish..."

Fujiwara Takumi stood up suddenly, and pulled the ankle in his hand: "After a long time in the sun, I occasionally have the urge to turn over!"

Being dragged by this force...

"No!"

This feeling, as if I had just escaped hell with one foot, but was immediately dragged back by the evil spirits in it.

At this time, Takumi Fujiwara, who looks like a madman behind him, is not a "goddess who meets once in four thousand years", but is clearly an "evil ghost who meets once in four thousand years".

"Crack... hiss."

The sound of the belt buckle breaking and the cloth shattering resounded in the arena.

Let this messy "snow wrestling" fall into an embarrassing silence for a while.

"I……"

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

"No!!!!"

This force was too strong, Wang Yueche's pants, like a shrimp shell, were completely separated from his body.

"Ha...hahahahahaha..."

Laughing maniacally, without bothering to lift the thongs at the bend of his legs, Wangyue Che struggled to crawl on the snow with all his hands and feet as if he had been spattered with chicken blood...

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

He wriggled naked on the snow, climbing faster and faster, and soon crawled out of this...

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

"This victory or defeat, after all, I am superior!"

Lying on the edge of the snow, feeling that the trembling feeling originating from the gods gradually faded away, and the "power of the mountains and rivers" hidden in the arms and ghost horns began to recover again, Wang Yueche felt that the biting wind and snow had changed. It was so refreshing: "Sousuke Araki, just wait for me..."

His eyes suddenly darkened.

"Um?"

The mountain-like shadow covered the dazzling snow light and enveloped Wangyueche's whole body.

"You, you are..."

Wang Yueche looked up, and at some point standing in front of his head was a man wearing ill-fitting winter clothes, with deep eye sockets, a straight nose and a big beard...

He hadn't yet recognized this somewhat familiar man, but the huge boulder he held high with both hands had been smashed down like a gust of wind.