Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 23

Mingu Mingong made a phone call at home to report that he was safe, and then followed Konoe Taka to the prison in the main hall of the shrine.

The shape looks like a rectangular warehouse.

It was dark and humid inside, and the air was a bit chilly.

Shen Gongming's eyes swept across the prisons, wondering what the detainees had committed.

Jinwei Ying took her to an open prison door and said, "You stand inside the circle in the middle, and I will inspire the word spirit to trap you."

"Oh." Jingu Mingtong looked at the oracle bone inscriptions written on the ground and matched some more primitive image notes to form a complicated pattern.

She held the Flame Blade and walked towards the reserved circle inside.

The guardian eagle placed one hand on the circle on the wall outside the door, poured spiritual power into it, and those characters, like little tadpoles that came to life, swam from the wall to the ground inside the cell.

"Be careful, I don't know what psionic means are."

"Hehe, I'm not afraid of those people who sneak around."

Jingu Mingtong sat cross-legged on the ground, with the flame blade across his knees, as if practicing sword meditation.

Full of arrogance.

Jin Weiying smiled, he didn't dislike arrogant young people, and said: "Then I'll go first."

Jingong Mingtong suddenly remembered that there was a question that he forgot to ask, and shouted: "Wait, psionics are making such a big fuss with them, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"can not say."

Jinwei Ying shook his head, and said with deep meaning: "Some things are just recorded on paper and spread to people's ears, which will cause huge disasters.

If you want to cut off their floating channels, you have to cut off all anchor points. "

"What are you talking about?"

Jingong Mingtong was completely confused.

"can not say."

Konoe Taka shrugged, and without giving her a chance to ask, he closed the door with his backhand.

……

The next day, May [-]th, Boys' Day.

According to his usual habit, Bailong got up at 05:30 in the morning for morning class.

He stood barefoot in the empty practice field, closed his eyes, and tried to imitate the super second Monkey King in his mind.

Soaring golden hedgehog head, strong body...

"Huh, it's still not good." Bai Long let out a breath and scratched his head.

A little trouble appeared on his face.

If the psychological warfare simulation wants to achieve a real state, it must display a imagination that is comparable to the real one.

Saitama's ability to simulate is that he references his own body to imagine Saitama's body.

Son Goku is a Saiyan.

Bailong is not a Saiyan, and there is no need to restore the real Saiyan physique.

But he had to imagine the reasonable body of a Saiyan, not only externally, but also internally.

If you can't do this, you can't simulate Monkey King from your brain.

Bai Long shook his head, he still read too few books and movies and lacked imagination.

He gave up imitating Monkey King and continued to impersonate Saitama, beating each other until six o'clock.

The door of the guild hall opened, and the faint morning light fell on the door. The short-sleeved "boy" was wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt and gray sweatpants for easy activities. He shouted: "Good morning, Mr. Fandai Bai!"

"Well, Qilin Temple, let's run in the morning first."

Hakuryu stopped the simulated battle with Saitama, walked to the shoe cabinet area outside the practice field, took out his mille-soled cloth shoes, put them on, "As usual, run three laps around Toneri Park!"

"Oh!"

Qilin Sijing still couldn't easily overcome the difficulty of running three times in Sheren Park.

Perhaps because of the corset, I felt like my soul was about to ascend to heaven after the run.

But she was full of energy and had no intention of being discouraged at all.

"set off!"

Bailong admired the momentum of Qilin Temple, and took the lead to run outside.

He didn't run casually, but walked in place under his feet at a high speed that could not be observed by the naked eye.

After walking for a while, he moved forward a little bit, and then continued to walk on the same spot, but he still maintained the posture of running without interruption in the eyes of outsiders.

It is a test of power and speed control.

With the power of the white dragon, it is very easy to destroy the planet.

And it is very difficult to train yourself to the maximum extent without destroying the planet.

Every day, he carries out morning classes day after day with the awareness that if his mind is a little distracted, human beings will be destroyed.

……

"One two one, one two one."

On the third lap, Qilin Sijing felt that his legs were filled with lead weights, and the cloth strips seemed to be forcibly torn.

Gold stars began to emerge from the orange-gold eyes.

Very good, reaching this state should not be far from finishing running Scheren Park.

She was thinking in a daze.

"Kirin Temple, you run back first."

Qilin Sijing didn't think about why Bailong didn't go back together, and nodded mechanically.

Continue to shout slogans and run forward.

Bai Long stopped and stared sideways at the lawn on the right.

Eyes light up.

On the lawn, groups of cherry blossom trees were lined up in an orderly manner, and black backpacks were placed on the gray-blue round stone table.

A brown-haired woman with wavy curls sat there, looking like a top female model in the world.

Anyone who saw that figure would call it hot.

When sitting down, the tight short jeans seem to swallow the stone bench underneath.

The sense of oppression is full, but it does not make people feel that there is a kind of twisted and deformed idea.

Because her height reaches 1.9 meters seven.

The chest and buttocks are not suitable for a woman with a height of 1.6 meters. For her, it is just the golden ratio.

With only this level, Bailong can at most waste a roll of paper, which is not enough to stop exercising.

What really stopped him was the amazing power contained under the plump body of the avatar of Slaanesh.

The distribution of muscles and the structure of the skeleton are all different from normal people.

This is an excellent Saiyan template!
Although the strength cannot be compared with that of a Super Saiyan, it allows Hakuron to imagine the body of a Super Saiyan with this body.

I really want to fight with each other.

The instinct of the Bailong martial arts Taoist is itchy, or he is happy to see Lie.

Without hesitation, he strode forward and said: "Hello, my name is Bailong, a martial artist, and I want to learn boxing with you."

"Hey, it's really troublesome." The brunette woman sighed, it was difficult to have a smooth breakfast outside.

Obviously they all hid in secluded places where no one was around.

She supported her side face with her hands, raised her legs, her 1.3-meter long legs swayed gently, and said lazily, "Sorry, little brother, sister is not interested in toothpicks, please don't disturb me for breakfast."

With her height, it is enough to laugh at most men as toothpicks.

"You are beautiful, but right now I just want to fight with you."

Bai Long didn't leave, he quickly punched her in the face, and then withdrew it abruptly.

Stretch and shrink.

The woman was stunned, her dark brown pupils dilated, she stood up slowly and said, "I was really rude just now, my name is Heli, and I'm considered a part-time martial artist."

Bailong subconsciously took a step back to avoid bumping into the bulging Himalayas.

"If you want to fight, I will accompany you at any time."

Heli's lazy voice was mixed with a hint of excitement, "You can choose the venue."

(End of this chapter)