Miss Xuemei's birthday dinner was more like a coronation ceremony.
There were no visitors, no customers, no friends, only people from Tenye Ranch and the Ikeda family and the Matsui family participated.
Zhu Tong and the other four outsiders might as well go back to Master Heji. After drinking three glasses of wine, they were politely persuaded to leave.
In some respects, this was a compromise within the Ichi Consortium. Everyone officially recognized Miss Xuemi's identity, and the Matsui family returned to the ranch again. As part of the compromise, Miss Xuemi's guests had to leave the ranch and return to China.
Yukimi Iike's residence in Tokyo is located in Ashiya.
Unlike the crowded and noisy steel forests in the city, mountain garden villas can be seen everywhere in this wealthy area.
Open the curtains and you will see the lush and charming Mount Rokko.
In the morning, Zhu Tong and Qusangzhuom, accompanied by Ichi Xuemi and Matsui Heishi, took the Ichi family's special plane to Tokyo; the flight to China was at ten o'clock in the evening, and they were expected to arrive in Shanghai at midnight.
Matsui Heishi is about thirty, the grandson of Matsui Shiki, and the eldest son of Matsui Masaga, who committed seppuku two months ago.
When they met for the first time, Zhu Tong had a very good impression of him; especially this morning when he took off his kimono and put on a well-fitting suit, wearing rimless glasses, and his manners were polite, elegant and free. He was simply the Japanese version of Lan Zhanjiang.
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"The company is busy with business, so please forgive me for not being able to send Mr. Li on the plane. I will leave the young lady to you, please take care of me. Grandpa's illness is thanks to your wonderful hands. I hope to see Mr. Li again."
Matsui Heishi didn't care about Ichi Xuemi's slight resistance. After having lunch with them, he left a gift and left politely, leaving time for Miss Ichi Xuemi and Zhu Tong. This once again made people
Zhu Tong felt ashamed. Last night, Matsui Shiki attended Ichi Xuemi's birthday dinner. Nomura Hanahai arranged Matsui Heishi next to Miss Ichi Xuemi, which already showed that he is very promising to be Ichi Xuemi's husband.
In the afternoon, Zhu Tong visited a few shops and bought suitable gifts for Li Xiang's relatives and friends in Shanghai. In particular, he chose several sets of fashions and a pearl necklace for Ye'er.
Jingchi Xuemei has been quietly by her side, neither talking to Qusangzhuom nor disturbing Zhu Tong. There are six bodyguards in black on the left and right. This makes Zhu Tong very awkward. There are already reporters taking pictures in the dark. I want to come.
It is Jingchi Xuemei’s appeal.
Therefore, he took the initiative to finish shopping in a hurry and was pulled by the RV to this place for a "temporary rest".
The female living Buddha couldn't bear Jingchi Xuemei's pleading eyes, so she surrendered helplessly and asked to go to the garden to see the scenery. As soon as the door was closed, Jingchi Xuemei threw herself into Zhu Tong's arms, sobbing softly and hugging him tightly.
Zhu Tong didn't know what to say. What the old liar said was right. Being a liar also comes with a cost. After all, he is not a cold-blooded animal. The affection Jingchi Xuemei invested was not rewarded at all. He gently stroked the long black hair and lowered his head.
Said: "I'm sorry."
"You don't need to say sorry, it's me who should say this. It's me who hurt you." Jingchi Xuemei raised her head, her pretty little face was like pear blossoms with rain, which was particularly endearing.
"Why do you say that?" Zhu Tongqi asked.
"That assassination was arranged by me. Only in that way can I get the support of Master Nomura. But I don't know that Mr. Smith really wanted to kill you. He gave the killer a poison bomb."
Is this called risking death and resurrecting? Zhu Tong can completely understand why Jingchi Xuemei did this. She was using her own life as a bargaining chip to send a warning to the guardians of the Jingchi family: If she does not come forward to help her, all those who are attached to her will be destroyed.
Those who exist in the Jingchi family will lose their support and become paupers with nothing.
"Didn't I die? You also got what you wanted. Don't cry. I'm a doctor. I'll be fine if I go back and nurse myself back to health in two years." Zhu Tong could only comfort her. Jingchi Xuemei still had some conscience.
, he was afraid that if he blamed or made any demands in anger now, it might stimulate her to go to extremes.
After saying this, the little liar thought to himself: It's dangerous, pretending to be a saint is not your strong point!
In summer, Zhu Tong only wore a shirt, and Jingchi Xuemei's small white top was also extremely thin. The two hugged each other like this, and they could feel each other's heartbeats; the temperature in the room was adjusted to be very comfortable, and the girl's
The body temperature is gradually rising.
"Li Xiang, please take me." Jingchi Xuemei buried her face into his shoulder, unbuttoned two buttons with her slender hands, took Zhu Tong's hand, and pressed her heart.
Among the luggage was a samurai sword given by Nomura, which was said to be six hundred years old. The word "Flower God" was engraved on the sword, and the murderous aura attached to the sword proved that it was a murderous weapon that had drunk blood.
"It can remind you of what you have said. If you don't like it, just leave it in Tokyo." The scene from last night flashed by, Zhu Tong's mouth showed a sneer, and he tore open Jingchi Xuemei's top.
"Ah." Even though she was ready to sacrifice herself, exposing her body in front of a man was, after all, a shameful thing for a girl. Ichixuemi exclaimed and put her hands on her chest.
His wanton hands ignored her upper body and groped behind her. His deft fingers flicked open the buckle of her skirt and pulled it gently; all she had left was a pair of pure white briefs.
The shyness for the first time was trembling slightly. With white and tender skin, long black hair, round and slender thighs, slender waist, and snow-lotus-like arms, the secret of a girl was displayed before his eyes.
She was still a little green, so Zhu Tong took two steps back to admire her. I only promised not to offend her purity. If I take a look and touch her a few times, it shouldn't be considered a violation of my oath, right?
Even though he knew that this house was not safe, Zhu Tong still stretched out his clutches and carried her sideways towards the soft sofa.
It's so comfortable, the delicate skin sticks to the body, Xuemei's body trembles gently, and a layer of light pink appears under the white and tender skin.
"Xue Mei, it is said that you remain chaste until you get married."
"Who can care about me? A small operation..." Jingchi Xuemei lowered her head deeply, letting her long hair fall down to block some of the spring sunshine.
These proud and ambiguous words instantly inspired the animal nature hidden in Zhu Tong's blood. He had been involved in the world since he was a child, and he had become a brave man.
Whether Jing Chi Xuemi is a virgin or not is just a small operation; virginity is just a label that makes everyone look good. Who dares to really care about the authenticity? Nowadays, no one can really control her. She has
You have the right to do this, why don’t you have the guts to enjoy this delicious meal?
Zhu Tong was like a lone wolf wandering in the wilderness who found a white rabbit. His long-repressed wildness broke out of the shackles of reason, and he wildly pulled away the tender hands she was holding on her chest, biting the delicate red bit.
Jingchi Xuemei gritted her teeth and endured it. The pain and pleasure stimulated her alternately. She wrapped her arms around the man and breathed out a series of moans: "Please be gentle, I..."
Hearing this voice, Zhu Tong became even more excited. One hand reached between the girl's sacred legs and penetrated into the pure white lace panties...
The sound of the prayer wheel sounded at the right time, the butterfly god's sleepiness returned from violent to quiet, and the little liar suddenly woke up: What am I doing?
Jingchi Xuemei trembled all over, her white skin flushed with lust, she closed her legs tightly and tightened her hands that were wreaking havoc.
"Mr. Li, do you want to remember what you promised?"
The deep voice of Nomura Hanahai came to my ears, and outside, the female living Buddha was throwing two men in black out of the garden.
Zhu Tong took out his hand and laid her flat on the sofa.
Ichixuemi didn't hear Nomura Hanami's voice, and her body came into contact with the cool leather, thinking that he was going to take the next step; she glanced at the man shyly, and covered her face with her hands.
After waiting for a while, Ichichi Xuemei didn't feel any follow-up action, so she secretly peeked through her fingers, only to find that there was no one in the room.
Deep in the garden, at the foot of Mount Rokko, Zhu Tong and Nomura were fighting in a sea of flowers. The dragons and phoenixes were pricking Nomura's eyes left and right. His body was light and elegant, but he could barely keep himself from being hurt by the opponent's flower hoe.
He was injured and did not dare to use too much force. The two magic needles were only to intimidate the other party. However, Nomura Hanami had more worries. Firstly, the lady would lose her temper if he was hurt, and secondly, the female living Buddha standing not far away was counting walnuts.
Nomura Hanami's kung fu comes from the ancient Japanese ninjutsu, but it is more advanced and practical; every move has hidden murderous intent. Like Zhu Tong, Nomura Hanami is not good at fighting head-on. Otherwise, based on his current state, he would have been killed long ago.
I was squatting aside and coughing up blood.
Ninjutsu was originally based on the Tantra of Tibetan Buddhism. The so-called nine mottos of Ninjutsu are: all those who face a battle are arrayed in front. It seems to come from Taoism, but in essence it is a variation of the Tantric mantra seal method. To Nomura Hanahai this branch
, removing those unnecessary bells and whistles and retaining only the most practical five-character seal method, which is called the Wushan Sect.
The opponent in front of him couldn't be hurt, but he still wanted to teach him a lesson. Nomura Hanami pressed the seal method and raised the flower hoe high, gritted his teeth and shouted: Fight!
The Dou Zi seal belongs to the inner lion seal, which has the power to take away the soul. Nomura Hanami has no hope of controlling the opponent's mind, as long as he can scare away this annoying doctor.
As expected, Zhu Tong staggered, and it was not him who was defeated by the Dou Zi seal, but the Butterfly God. The Butterfly God was so frightened by the seal, how can a little liar do anything good?
"呲啷啷……." The female Living Buddha shook the prayer wheel under the walnut tree and recited the Vajra Magic Mantra in a low voice. Zhu Tong immediately became energetic and once danced, it was even more elegant than before, and his body was like a flower in the wind.
Light as petals.
Nomura Hanahai was so shocked that she was almost blinded in her right eye by Ryuusei. Fortunately, the others were experienced enough and immediately dropped the flower hoe and fell over and rolled continuously, barely avoiding this round of attacks.
The female living Buddha has a smile like a flower, with two men in black stepping on her feet, and her chanting seems to be singing and dancing.
With the sound of prayer wheels and chanting, Zhu Tongru had divine help, and the dragon and phoenix star's sharp stabs forced Nomura Hanahai to parry, and could no longer use any seals to counterattack.
Since he couldn't beat him, he wouldn't just wait to be beaten.
Nomura threw a black pill into the sea of flowers, and when it hit the ground, it blossomed and scattered a cloud of smoke.
Zhu Tong couldn't bear the smoke and left the battlefield coughing. When he looked again, there was no sign of the old gardener in the garden.
"You hurt me." Zhu Tong said to his disciple dissatisfied.
"I'm saving you. Without me, you should be the one running away now, right? Is it right to watch the master being defeated by others? The master will be dissatisfied if his reputation is lost." The female living Buddha turned away.
Use the sutra tube and gently massage and soothe the master.
The little liar still didn't appreciate it: "Since I saw it, I should have gone up to help. Ahem, look how tired I am, ahem!"
"That would be even worse. Master is the leader. How can I dare to make random moves if you don't say anything? Isn't it good now? The old gardener will not dare to ignore Master easily next time."
Anyway, the little liar feels that he is not a good person. Does Nomura Hanami think that he is very smart? This question is very doubtful. At least on the surface, he was beaten away by him. With this result, it seems good. The little liar is not pedantic.
The man had no choice but to cough a few times and settle the matter. Besides, he really didn’t know whether he should punish the female living Buddha.