There is a Sensoji Temple in the island country of Tokyo, it is said that it was the oldest temple in Tokyo before arriving here, that is, the name is frustrated, and it also symbolizes a spirit of the people of the island country, so what is short can only Asakusa, poor women can only make up for the lack of quality with quantity, so it will lead them to have one more profession, to be a woman to be excellent, English abbreviation as a noun A plus V, a very vivid metaphor is to wear pants called A, take off pants called V, anyway, women are in this process repeatedly.

The incense in Sensoji Temple is vigorous all year round, and the real and false monks in the temple also follow the Buddha to take advantage, the golden body of the Buddha statue is not long, and the monks' brains are full of fat, and the tinkling incense money does not know whose pocket it is?

In these years, money can make ghosts grind, push the little ghosts happy, this principle is universal all over the world, there are a lot of rooms in Sensoji Temple for pilgrims to rest, there are a few luxurious decorations in the room will not be much inferior to the star hotel rooms, because these rooms are dedicated to the big people to live.

The luxury wing room is a separate courtyard, someone comes to clean it regularly every day, all kinds of service facilities are readily available, and one thing is most important, it is absolutely safe here, and now there is a man and a woman living in the Lei Zi No. 1 wing, or a very busy couple. What is the relationship between the two don't care, just pay the precondition on the line, a lot of money.

Tang Guobin sat cross-legged in the center of the courtyard covered with small round stones, holding the handle of the Muramasa knife in his left hand and stretching it upward, holding a piece of linen in his right hand and slowly wiping it, the neatly folded cloth was like a square pancake, and the middle was not filled with stuffing, but a knife, which was slowly pulled out with the blade of the knife, so that the blade could be wiped clean.

The whole article of drawing the knife has been thoroughly integrated three days ago, Tang Guobin does not have much joy in his heart, if the water meditation is constant, as if all this is a matter of course, do not like things and do not feel sorry for yourself, the knife will always fall in his hand.

In fact, the knife flow originated in Huaxia, and its real name was recorded in the last knife book, but it is a pity that the guy who wrote the knife book was determined to take this set of knife methods as his own and pass it on in his own name, and shamelessly hid his real name, but he never thought that this set of knife techniques still fell into the hands of the ancient Chinese warriors.

Tang Guobin created a miracle after practicing the last sword spectrum, breaking through the heavenly realm, and now he is already a quasi-heavenly realm martial artist, but his heart is like water, Gujing Wubo's eyes stared at the receding blade, inch by inch by sackcloth, inch by inch brilliance, the last article of the sword flow is only four words, no knife to cut the sky, never realized.

What does it mean to be bladeless? What is the meaning of slashing the sky? Tang Da Shaoshu has read a lot, I don't know, he doesn't remember how many times he scolded the little devil who wrote the knife score in the past few days, and finally came to hang his appetite with those four words, and he didn't play like this.

Choke! The long knife was reversed from behind, the tip of the knife was behind him, and the figure of a woman slowly extended from the tip of the knife to the hilt, Tang Guobin put the knife away and stood up, the woman behind him walked a few steps quickly, stretched out her arms and hugged his waist, and put her cheek on his back, as if a little wetness was passing through his clothes, and he could feel a little cold after the warmth.

Tang Guobin turned around, grabbed the woman's shoulder with one arm, and said in a low voice: "Tomorrow, you will be completely free, continue to be your queen, you should be happy, there is nothing to cry about." After speaking, he wiped a handful on the woman's face with a rough palm, spread it out, and the tears gathered into a bead in the palm of the palm, a crystal clear tear droplet.

The woman's crying stopped, and a pair of tearful eyes looked at the water droplets in his palm, which refracted a colorful halo in the sun, and it turned out that tears could be played like this.

"Sesshomaru-kun, I don't want to be free, I don't want to leave you......" The woman's voice was as low as a dream, since she was captured by the man in front of her, she soared at the peak of happiness several times a day, and the wonderful taste of ecstasy ate her soul like a drug, and before she knew it, the center also sank.

The corners of Tang Dashao's mouth curved into an evil arc, and he said in a low voice: "But tonight I will do something that will make you remember me for the rest of your life, Empress Jingzi." ”

"Tonight?" Kyoko is now quite sensitive to this verb of two horizontal and one vertical, as long as she hears her, she will be inexplicably excited, but tonight seems to be too long, she reached out and pulled Tang Guobin's shirt, and said in a pleading tone: "Don't wait until tonight, now, do it now......"

Tang Guobin's expression was stunned, in fact, what he wanted was to go to the palace tonight to cut Mingyou's eggs, and then let the high emperor become the name of a long knife, Ju Yiwen, I didn't expect this quasi-queen to be able to associate another layer of meaning, this understanding is really amazing.

"Women are the land, men are oxen, and the more the land is cultivated, the more ripe it becomes...... In broad daylight, then do it! Tang Guobin grabbed Jingzi's waist with one hand and lifted it up hard, carried her whole person on her shoulder, and strode towards the room, the plane trees in the yard full of dead leaves seemed to be stirred by this meaty scene, and the withered yellow leaves fell one after another, like a small boat, or on their backs or overturned to the ground, like a pair of hand-to-hand men and women kept changing their postures, turning over, and leaning over......

Some people are hot and some people are cool, a young man with a vertical collar is half-squatting in front of the sushi restaurant that was burned beyond recognition by the fire, and there is still a faint smell of burnt smell here, but soon someone will come to redecorate, you can see that all the useless things in the store have been cleaned up, and the two glass doors have also been replaced.

The young man squatting at the door of the store seemed to be particularly interested in the road leading to the palace, his eyes would always look at the cement road intentionally or unintentionally, he had been guarding for several hours, and he didn't even have a familiar shadow, this rosacea young man was Xu Qing disguised, he only used this stupid way to pay attention to the people in the direction of the palace, hoping to see Tang Dashao rise first.

Huang Pulan didn't follow, she would rather stay in the hotel to surf the Internet, but she also has a very important thing, that is, to find a way to fool Long Fengyang, as much as possible to buy time for Xu Qing, more time, the division of labor and cooperation are different.

Time flies quickly, but after being blown by the cold wind for a long time, it will feel that time passes very slowly, just like the current Xu Qing can't wait to give up the surveillance and go back to the hot quilt, the temperature difference in this ghost place is still relatively large, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and put it in the corner of his mouth, lit it with the lighter sent by Cao Fengge, and just took a puff, he saw two old men walking quickly in front of him.

The appearance of the two old men cheered up Xu Qingmeng, and the cigarette was curling green smoke at the corner of his mouth, and the main man was finally halfway there.