Having a look that makes many real women feel ashamed of themselves. It is softer than most women, delicate and white skin, charming eyes, soft voice, and the soft and confusing emphasis made Junko Kasahara unable to help but feel excited again. Her hair bun, her forehead kept oozing, and her chilling cold flow ran up and down her spine, her scalp became numb, and her skin suddenly became tight and crisp. She knew that the guy in front of her had made a mistake in gender, body parts, everything, subverted humans, and confused the concepts and images of men and women in some ways. It was extremely perverted.

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. Even if I die, I won't leave you the chance to insult my body." Junko Kasahara sat down on the ground in a daze, lowered her head, and said helplessly.

“This is the best.”

Like burning down the thorn strips, I didn't see how Chiyo Momura acted. The black iron chains wrapped around Junko Kasahara's body instantly decomposed, turning into black smoke and disappearing. Then I stood up and took two steps slowly, waiting there quietly. He was not afraid of the woman in front of me making any tricks. He held them in his palm and couldn't turn out the waves. He could cut the meat on the chopping board as he wanted.

Junko Kasahara stroked her chest with her hand, as if she wanted to make something from her chest, but she suddenly stopped and turned sideways, making the whiteness under her neck cover the towering breasts and the deep gully that was squeezed out. She said: "Mr. Momura, stare at the lady's chest. Don't you know that this is a very impolite behavior?"

Chiyo Momura's eyes shone with strange light, shook his head slightly, and spoke out loud, and said with envy, "Miss Kasahara, do you know? I envy you very much. Your breasts are perfect, beautiful, and the size and shape meet the standards of supermodels. Even more, it is a pair of babies that make men dream and go crazy. To be honest, I really... I really envy, very...how can I say, I really want to cut them bit by bit with a knife, become my collection, and keep them intact."

"Abnormal!" Junko Kasahara felt the cold flow in her body even more, and she cursed in a creepy voice. She slowly straightened her upper body, reached in, and slowly searched in her chest.

"Are you perverted? No, you and I have different understandings and different starting points of looking at problems, so you won't understand my feelings about beauty. Women are the most beautiful creatures created by God, no doubt. Any organ or part of them is worth collecting. A beautiful woman like Miss Kasahara, if she peels off the cell and does not have a dead skin, and refines it into a human model, I believe that she has more collection value than antiques. That kind of beauty is not something that can be measured by money or other things."

Junko Kasahara was already numb to her hearing. The cold chill was colder than the cold winter month, but there was a hint of possibility that she wanted to escape quickly. The person in front of her could no longer be called a human being, he was a devil.

But there was no chance. At this moment, the only thing she could do was to drag the devil to hell as much as possible.

"The Way Ruokapan Nirvana" is a trick that uses her own essence and blood as a catalyst to explode her spiritual power, and dies with the enemy. It is also the last trick after falling into a desperate situation. It takes enough time to accumulate spiritual power. Time, she needs time now, and she is afraid that she will be discovered by Chiyo Momura. Junko Kasahara knows that this excuse cannot be delayed for too long. If the things cannot be handed over, what Chiyo Momura said will correspond to her one by one.

The same thing is said, she is not afraid of death. She is under the Chikusa Temple, and there are no disciples who are afraid of death. But she is afraid of this inhuman way of death. People say that death is like a lamp extinguished, but the human body is the only proof of existence in the world. Especially for women, whether they die or live, their bodies are holy and flawless. The body is destroyed and fiddled with, and the serious consequences are even greater than being insulted when they are alive. The sweat beads oozed out of her palms formed water stains, and her heart even raised her throat. Although the master is a famous Buddhist monk in the world, Junko Kasahara does not believe in things like gods and Buddhas, and her heart is also like fashion and trendy urban women. She chases stars, likes Hermes, lv, likes Chanel, and longs for the Fontainebleau Avenue in the romantic capital. After bathing, she likes to wear translucent purple lace underwear in front of the mirror, scratching her head and showing off her beautiful and confusing jade body.

But now, I can only pray for the blessing of the Buddhas of the heavens. For a while, just wait for a while. The spiritual power in my body flows rapidly, accumulates in my lower abdomen, and the amount becomes larger and larger. While it is constantly accumulating, it also needs to be carefully controlled and suppressed under the surface of my body. A slight leakage will arouse the alertness of Chiyo Momura, and even fail. She cannot let herself die with her eyes open.

The head lowered, the originally fresh pink cherry lips were as pale as paper, biting out teeth marks and red blood. The determined eyes were already full of death.

I endured the discomfort caused by the accumulation of huge spiritual power at an abnormal flow rate. Especially the brain, it was so swollen that it was about to explode.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! She kept silently reciting in her heart.

Tang Ning, who was hiding behind, suddenly discovered an abnormality since more than ten minutes ago.

Although at midnight, the nearby street lights are not bright enough, resulting in limited vision, for those who practice martial arts, they not only practice qi, but also refine their spirits on weekdays. Therefore, the impact of seeing things at night is not very big. There is no reason not to see things clearly. The light is even distorted and the shadows are blurred.

He flashed out, walked closer, and carefully investigated. Soon, he discovered, to be precise, he felt it. At some point nearby, someone set up a formation similar to a barrier, which could block all breaths. Fortunately, he stopped at the right time and did not touch the edge of the formation. There was no one who alarmed the formation.

Who is it? Is it that Japanese woman or that shemale?

This multiple-choice question was almost unblocked in my mind for a second, and Tang Ning confirmed who the person who set up the formation was.

Because although the limbs cannot touch the edge of the formation, they can be detected with spiritual power. The spiritual power of the formation belongs to Yin, and only those who practice Yin Qi or Yin-cold magic can have this kind of spiritual power. Can't enter? Tang Ning is unsure of his mind. Strictly speaking, the other party did not have a direct conflict with him. Knowing who the person who set up the live array on the ring was enough tonight. Not long ago, he wanted to withdraw and planned to give up and continue to follow. But his curiosity made him wait until now. At present, this formation that can block and isolate all the aura images inside. No matter what the cause is, it seems that there is no need to let him continue to get involved. Of course, there is also a reason for fear of the human demon. Rarely involved will inevitably lead to conflict. This is not in his interests as a third party.

Not going in? Not willing to give up.

Frowning, his eyes turned a few times, gritted his teeth, and thought for a few minutes, Tang Ning decided to go in. No matter what, he had to go in and see what happened. Even if the conflict was inevitable, the buddy might not have lost. Besides, he has not had any experience in fighting with a real Qimen master. If you have a fierce fight, even if you vent your anger for Boy Jiang.
Chapter completed!