Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 50 Mingtong never surrenders (for further reading)

Bailong never worries about the enemies on the bright side, nor does he feel any upset about the enemies hiding in the dark.

The enemy always shows up when it's time to show up.

How to find and defeat the enemy is a goal that requires hard work and struggle in the eyes of others.

Bai Long didn't think so.

In his view, the defeat of the enemy is an established fact.

He only needs to follow his own pace and walk towards the result of defeat, without spending extra time thinking about how to defeat those enemies.

Enemies worthy of Bailong's concern only exist in his mind, and only through the simulation of psychological warfare can he experience the passion of facing a powerful enemy.

It was an idea he never wavered from.

……

wow wow.

Bailong wiped the short inch of the top of his head, turned off the nozzle, dried his body with a towel casually, and put on his clothes.

The plastic bags continue to hang there.

He turned and left the shower room, picked up the mobile phone on the chair in the changing room, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and strode outside.

The driving range was empty.

By this point in time, Robert and Qilin Sijing had already left.

A clean floor acts like a mirror.

Bailong put on the mille-soled cloth shoes at the entrance, and left the guild hall.

The sunlight on the street was weaker than two or three o'clock in the afternoon, but it didn't mean to enter dusk at all.

The spring breeze blew over the cherry blossom branches inside the door, causing the bamboo leaves at the corner of the yard to shake slightly.

Under the filter called sunlight, the traditional Japanese mansion is like a residence in a manga.

Bailong opened the door and shouted loudly: "I'm back."

"Welcome back, Brother Long," Jingong Qiansa hurried out of the room at the sink.

The hair on the forehead was wet with sweat, and the cheeks were flushed like cherries picked up from the water.

"Are you blushing?"

Bailong was a little strange.

When we met in the changing room earlier, her expression was normal, and she didn't turn into a monkey's butt after a while.

Shen Gongqiansha fanned the wind with her little hand, and said with a pout: "It's all because of the hot weather, huh, doing a little work makes you sweat profusely."

Hooking the neckline with his fingers, he deliberately pulled it to let the wind out, wanting to show off the color of his underwear.

"Turn on the air conditioner if you are afraid of the heat, don't save a little electricity bill, we can't afford it."

"Using air conditioners frequently is not good for the environment. We can use it or not."

Jingu Chisa maintains the character set of being diligent and thrifty.

If I really use the air conditioner, the blush on my face can't be explained by the hot weather. I can't say that I smell too high and my brain is a little lack of oxygen.

"I can't say no to you." Bai Long raised his hand and rubbed her head. He was so young at such a young age.

Really virtuous.

On the other hand...

Looking at the domineering blond girl wearing an apron like a war robe.

He sighed secretly.

"Stupid Dragon, you're thinking something rude again in your head!"

Mingong Mingtong glared at him viciously.

"It's said that if you don't know how to read minds, don't guess what other people are thinking."

Bailong refused to admit the thoughts in his head, sat on the dining table, looked at the big lump on the plate, and said in astonishment: "You."

"Shut up, if you dare to say it's shit, I'll spit in your face."

Jingu Mingtong interrupted what he was about to say, untied his apron and said, "This is chicken masala durian curry. I specially chopped the chicken into pieces for easy eating."

"Why do you like durian so much?"

Bailong is really not used to durian, the taste cannot be described in words.

Jingong Mingtong shook his head and said, "I also can't understand why there are people who hate durians in the world."

"Hey, I'm hungry, let's start~"

Chisa Jingu smiled and joined the conversation, reached out to scoop up a spoonful of curry, and spread it on Bailong's rice.

Golden.

Resignedly, Bailong picked up the spoon and asked, "Ming Tong, did you go to school today?"

"No."

Jingong Mingtong replied confidently, raised his head and said: "The world is on the brink of destruction.

At this time, if the Japanese high school students don't stand up, who can stand up and save the world? "

"Go back and read to me obediently. Use your brains. Within seven days, I will solve the problem of the psionic meeting."

Bailong scooped up curry mixed with rice and swallowed it.

Jingong Mingtong never doubted the strength of the stupid dragon, but he was a little surprised: "Don't you say you want to wait for them to come to your door?"

"There is news that the world will be destroyed in seven days, and they should make waves within this week."

Bai Long frowned, continued to eat curry rice, and said lightly: "If there is a lot of noise, I will kill the other one."

"Bagalong, you should save one for me."

Jingong Mingtong immediately expressed her inner dissatisfaction, how could she stay out of such a major event as saving the world.

Bai Long said slowly: "You don't get a roof tile for a day."

Akihito Jingong suddenly felt a chill under her buttocks, and couldn't sit still anymore. She knew the idiot dragon's character very well, and it was true to say that he was slapping people.

No hesitation at all.

"Ha ha."

But she is not easy to provoke, and she will never be weaker than others in terms of momentum, "It is not certain who will win!"

His eyes, as clear as amethyst, were filled with fiery fighting spirit.

The spirit pattern flickered on the palm of the left hand, and the flame blade came out in response to the thoughts in his heart. The knife was not out of the sheath, but it had already sensed the surging fighting intention of the master, and a circle of flames circulated.

Bai Long put down the spoon.

Mingtong is a piece of stubborn iron, the more it is hammered, the tougher and harder it becomes, so there is no need to worry about breaking it.

"Ming Tong, it seems that you don't plan to sit and finish this meal."

"Stop rambling, if you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end!"

She widened her eyes, pulled them out, and poured all her spiritual power into the flame blade.

Flames burst!

Jingu Chisa lowered her eyes, unable to bear to continue watching the next scene.

"Ah, you bastard, ah!"

Although Bailong likes to give his opponent time to display his abilities to the fullest, but for Jingong Mingtong, one second is often too much.

The clothes hanger that fell down was the love of my brother who had nowhere to put it.

……

"Damn it!"

Jingong Mingtong was lying on the bed, his face was full of anger, and his butt was blown out again.

It can also be called white flour mantou with strawberry jam.

Shen Gongqiansha helped to rub the essential oil, so as not to be so painful that she couldn't even sit on the stool the next day, "Sister, I can leave the matter of the psionic meeting to Brother Long."

"Hmph, I won't succumb to the idiot dragon. I'll take care of the psionic society."

Jingu Mingtong slapped his forehead with his hand, and almost forgot that he had a news network. The world is about to perish, and the main hall of the shrine will not have no news at all.

"Hiss." Turning over, the back suddenly became hot.

She took out her phone and clicked on LINE. The friend list was pitifully small, not at all like the LINE account of a young girl.

Jingong Mingtong opened the account of Jinweiying, and sent a message, "What's the action of the psionic society recently?"

While waiting for a reply, he lay on the bed and enjoyed his sister's massage.

Qian Sha asked, "Sister, who are you sending messages to?"

"Kenwei Eagle, the priest of the main hall of the shrine."

Mingu Mingong replied.

She wants to prove her strength.

(End of this chapter)