The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

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After the people greeted each other at random, they went home separately. Only Ji Junlan fell in love with her idol Qingchuan, and she just put together two photos.

After returning to the hotel, Sayuri Aokawa took a breath and fell onto the bed without a figure, casually kicking off the expensive high-heeled shoes on his feet and stretched out a big lazy waist.

Miss Murakami on the side frowned and said, "Qingchuan, but you are a popular idol, pay attention to your appearance."

As if she didn’t hear it, Qingliu continued to roll on the bed and screamed lazily: “I’m exhausted. I met too many people today and watched two good shows. It’s really exhausting.”

Miss Murakami continued to persuade: "Qingchuan, what you should do now is to immediately return to the island country. At this time, it is just the New Year. You have to show more and expose it to the people. How can you waste time here?"

Sayuri Aokawa ignored the agent’s words and continued: "Who is that person named Ye Chen? Why did he make those fierce and fearful people so scared when he showed his identity?"

After hearing this, Miss Murakami frowned and thought for a moment before saying: "It looks like it should be a child of a big family. This kind of person may be useful when you expand your business to China in the future, but Right now, we should concentrate on the country!"

Qingchuan Sayuri's mouth was light, and said: "No, what I want to do now is to get the man named Ding Liangcai. As long as he gets him, what is the status of the idol star?"

"what did you say?"

Miss Murakami was very anxious and angry, and wanted to speak out, but found that the other party did not know when to stand up. Her long black hair was windless and automatic, and her white and soft skin did not know when it was covered with strange patterns.

She just opened her mouth to make a sound, but only felt that a gust of wind had hit her, and she couldn't even open her mouth.

At this time, Sayuri Aokawa stood up with a strange smile and said lightly: "Ms. Murakami, in all fairness, you are a very conscientious agent, but my world is not what you can imagine."

Suddenly, knocking sounded outside the door, Qingchuan Sayuri raised her eyebrows, and stood standing still, just waved her hand, and the thick and heavy security door opened automatically.

The man who walked in from outside the door was the man in the daytime who had almost checked the color of the underpants by Ye Chen, but did not know it. He was all respectful at this time, first bowed, then glanced at Murakami who collapsed on the bed and said: "Miss, do you want me to deal with this woman?"

Qingchuan Sayuri said lightly: "No, I have erased her memory. Although this guy chased me all the way to Huaxia, there is no need to kill it. After all, my idol career will depend on her in the future."

The man grinned: "Miss has the Qingchuan family behind to support, where can I still use a small agent, I can't use her blood to feed my knife..."

Before his words were finished, Sayuri Aokawa sneered: "Shut up!"

The man stood up in a hurry and bowed respectfully ninety degrees: "Ha---"

Qingchuan Sayuri took a deep breath. After all, she was twenty years old. Unlike many people in the family, she was not very cold-hearted about this agent who took care of herself like a sister.

But in front of him, this man named Fujiwara Shinji was one of the masters cultivated by the family and one of the only four masters of martial arts, but he could not ignore him.

So Sayuri Aokawa soon said again: "Fujiwara, we will soon start working on the master of martial arts, and then your love knife will naturally drink blood, this woman is useful for me to keep her, hope you Forgive me."

Fujiwara Shinji nodded and said yes, but there was a trace of greed in his eyes. He had coveted the proud and glamorous woman in front of him, but he was afraid of the other party's status before he dared to start.

"Sayuri, one day I will set foot in the sanctuary, and by that time, I will definitely make you both physically and mentally belong to me!"

Swearing secretly in his heart, Shinji Fujiwara smiled and said, "Then we will do it tonight?"

Qingchuan Sayuri shook her head and said: "Wait for another two days, it will be a shameful day. If Ding Liangcai can be refined on that day, he might become a boy of heavenly shame."

Fujiwara Shinji nodded and said: "With Missy's ability, coupled with a master of the martial arts refining, it will surely become the first person of the new generation of the Onmyoji division, even the group of people in the Ise Grand Shrine. on!"

Qingchuan Sayuri shook her head and said: "The Qingchuan family is just the end of the Yin and Yang division. How can it be compared with the Ise Grand Shrine, if it is not for the protection of the Great God of Ix, and the protection of Mr. Saito, I am afraid that it will be difficult to continue."

Speaking of which, she showed a firmness in her eyes: "However, I will definitely make the Qingchuan family rise and stand on the top of the island's Onmyoji again!"

In the next two days, Ding Liang only had unexpected joy. He and Ji Junlan, a girl with a carefree personality, got along very well. Plus that night, the girl took the initiative to pretend to be his girlfriend in order to help him out. Ding Liangcai was very moved.

After two visits, the relationship between the two is getting better and better, and even when shopping, they can already hold hands.

However, as the so-called music is extremely sad, Ding Liang was humming a small song that day, walking on the way home, planning in his mind where to take Ji Junlan tomorrow, but saw a man wearing a kimono walking in front of him.

Ding Liangcai was acutely aware of the other party’s malicious intentions, and suddenly his eyes narrowed: "Who are you, what do you want to do?"

Fujiwara Shinji has now changed back to the costume of the Japanese waveman: wearing a hat and a kimono on his head, stepping on the clogs at his feet, and his own love knife Sakura robbery at his waist.

"Ding Jun, Shigeru Shimodahara, entrusted by Miss Qingchuan, invites you to come to visit."

Although the vocabulary is relatively jerky, Fujiwara Shinji's wording is relatively polite. The islanders have always respected the strong. In his eyes, Ding Liangcai has become a master of martial arts in his twenties, and his talent is obviously not under his own.

Ding Liangcai frowned: "Qingchuan Sayuri? I have nothing to do with her."

Hearing the meaning of rejection in his words, Shinji Fujiwara smiled coldly and said, "Ding Jun, don't rush to refuse, otherwise your little lover may be very dangerous."

In this way, he raised his wrist, and Ding Liangcai suddenly stared at his eyes, only to see that the other party was holding it, and it was the bracelet he gave to Ji Junlan himself!

Ding Liangcai suddenly glared at the bull's eye and shouted sharply: "What do you want!"

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