Tokyo becoming a god starts from the bathroom

Chapter 155 Satisfaction
Boy, I really hesitated!

Driven by those thoughts in his mind, he looked at the sandpaper with an indeterminate expression, full of entanglements.

then
"Bang~!"

The teenager quickly rubbed the fine sandpaper with the balls of his fingers.

This is 600-grit fine sandpaper that can be used for polishing. The fineness of the sandpaper is actually quite good. How good is it?

Probably, the boy's fingertips were not injured at all, and he didn't even feel any pain!
"Huh? Could it be that the sandpaper I gave him was too gentle?"

He Chen frowned slightly.

But at this time, there is obviously no chance of another replacement.

So, he could only watch regretfully as the boy nervously stretched the sandpaper
"Huh, that's right, knead it first, make it softer before using it."

The boy stopped, and rubbed the sandpaper in his hands.

As a result, the pads of his fingers didn't hurt when he rubbed them before, but now when he rubbed the sandpaper like this, he felt a little pain from the rubbing on his more delicate palms.

This... can be seen, the boy hesitated for a while.

But, look at the sandpaper that has been kneaded, and think about yourself who has squatted in the toilet for nearly an extra hour.

Come here.

"Huh ~ start!"

The crumpled sandpaper, controlled by the owner of the body, reaches out to the most delicate place!
In two seconds, the touch of sandpaper has clearly come from a place that shouldn't feel the sandpaper.

"Gudong!"

The boy swallowed, his spirit visibly tensed up.

Then, after a brief pause, he pressed the sandpaper down hard!

"Oh! Hiss~!"

"Uh uh uh uh~!"

Good guy, wipe it off hard, and the boy screamed in place!
"Sigh~"

He Chen looked at this scene, and made a sound like he felt when watching a movie.

Well, He Chen's real body was in the Inner God Realm, so what he gasped was the air-conditioning in the Inner God Realm!
Of course, Lord Shenming still has a bit of conscience, and the divine power at this moment is resolutely blessed, so that the boy will not be injured.

It is one thing to teach (zhao) (zhao) (zi) to him (myself), but after all, he is his believer, so it is good to give him a rare life experience, and there is no need to get hurt if he is really hurt.

Just when He Chen was thinking about whether to add a little "his own thoughts" to the young man.

The young man who had just experienced the first experience of life actually turned his head to look at the sandpaper, and found that there was no blood, so he slowly put it on, and then, swish!
"Hiss~ah~!"

This time the boy's strength, like his cry, was obviously controlled even smaller.

But, after all, you are polishing your own chrysanthemum swallow with sandpaper!

After this, the young man who had only walked one-fifth of his life, the expression on his face twisted violently again, and then, after it was over, it slowly relaxed with the cry.

"Whoo~"

"Twice already, already twice."

The teenager comforted himself, and then, after taking a deep breath, folded the sandpaper again!
the third time!
Sandpaper is thicker and harder than ordinary paper. After two times of folding, the thickness of sandpaper is quite acceptable now, so that it is a bit similar to a small whetstone.

So, after several gasps and attempts, the boy chose the hypotenuse.

But in this way, there is no room for this sandpaper to be used anymore.

Looking at the sandpaper, the young man's face was both regretful and grateful. Although he only wiped it lightly three times, it was not considered clean, but since the sandpaper had
"Crack~!"

With a slight sound, a new piece of sandpaper appeared in the place where this piece of sandpaper appeared just now.

The boy was attracted by the slight sound, and then, after seeing this new piece of sandpaper on the ground, he fell silent.

The sandpaper on the hands is not yet cold, but the sandpaper on the ground is already raw.

Although he didn't hear a word, this sandpaper that appeared silently seemed to represent many things.

For the first time, a definite miracle appeared in front of him, but he just wanted to be silent.

The question that was posed to Hamlet back then echoed in the boy's heart:

To be or not to be.
Can you pick up the sandpaper on the ground?

Wipe half of the butt, do you want to continue to rub it with another piece of sandpaper?

The teenager looked at the sandpaper in his hand and the sandpaper on the ground. In his mind, a word that was extremely popular in neighboring countries reverberated inexplicably.

'It's all here. '

The buttocks have been wiped halfway, and the sandpaper has been used several times. Under such circumstances, since the sandpaper is continued, what can the boy say?
After staring blankly at the sandpaper for more than ten seconds, the boy bent down and picked up the new sandpaper that appeared on the ground.

Habitually turn to the back, the sandpaper is the same except that the mesh has changed from 600 to 800.

Um, wait?

Mesh changed from 600 to 800? !
The boy who once handed in wood carvings as homework for the holidays still knows a little bit about the amount of sandpaper. The number of grits increases, isn't it used to polish objects!
"Sigh~"

The boy's face was full of toothache, and at the same time, the sound of toothache could not help but come out of his mouth.

Ah, this, this, my God, it won't happen, it won't be what he thinks, right? !
No, no matter what, even if it hurts, you must wipe it off with this piece of paper!

Otherwise, if it continues like this, it feels like there will really be an incredible polishing scene!
When he thought that he obviously just wanted to wipe his ass, but in the end seemed to have embarked on the road of polishing himself under inexplicable circumstances, the boy felt inexplicably flustered.

Even a young man who has always been ordinary always hopes that he can become extraordinary in his heart, but even he absolutely does not want to be extraordinary with a shiny mirror-coated swallow, okay?
So, the boy who was inexplicably panicked, picked up the sandpaper on the ground, and pressed his sensitive parts decisively!
"Hi~!"

"what!!!"

fold!

"Hi~!"

"what!!!"

"Tsk, it's a man!"

Seeing this scene, He Chen couldn't help but praise the boy.

Good guy, after the new sandpaper was replaced, the boy seemed to be a different person. Wiping his buttocks was called a snappy one, and that was called a powerful one!
Let's just say that, seeing this scene, another person would have to wonder if the young Pi Yanzi was his own!

Similarly, when the boy was working so hard, he also successfully wiped himself clean with this piece of sandpaper.

In such a situation, what else can He Chen say?
Of course it's a good time to return!

"Hey, by the way, I have bought so many things, shouldn't I promote the side of me as a god who saves people from suffering? Otherwise, it is estimated that more people will ask me for help in the toilet or study in the future."

The priesthood of luck can actually be developed in the direction of saving suffering, right?
He Chen, who bought something worth a million yen, felt that he should be lucky to develop it!

(End of this chapter)