Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 7 The Finger That Can Grip Anything
The review lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Bailong sent the report that nothing happened to Jingu Yasuki, exchanged some pleasantries on the Internet, and returned to the dojo.

Continue martial arts training.

His opponent is still Saitama.

It is not easy to manifest a stronger opponent than Saitama.

His next target is Son Goku, who will turn into a Super Saiyan in Dragon Ball.

He intends to start with Super Two Sun Wukong.

Bailong's rating of his current strength is not based on the division of the world's nine extraordinary realms, but directly creates a star-studded standard above the nine realms.

If he doesn't control his strength, if he punches down, let alone a small Japan, even this planet will be destroyed.

Such a powerful force did not satisfy Bailong, he longed to become stronger.

What kind of power is someone who can't destroy the universe with one blow?
It's just that it's not so easy to manifest the super-two Monkey King.

Before that, you can only beat each other with Saitama.

……

After five o'clock in the afternoon.

Bailong put on a clean vest and black kung fu pants, put his hands in his pockets and returned to Jingu's house. He opened the door, "I'm back... Hey, why are you at the door?"

The expression on his face was a little surprised.

Jingu Mingtong stood in the entrance with his hands on his hips.

She is wearing the white special attack uniform necessary for the leader of the gangster, and the standard JK sailor uniform inside.

The sky blue top puffs up and has a navy blue bow at the chest.

A fierce spirit leaped out.

Underneath is a sky blue short skirt, which is deliberately raised to the height of her thighs in order to show her bad identity.

The tile-blue stockings gently and tightly wrapped the perfectly curvy legs, and the foot control could do three bowls of rice in one breath.

"Stupid Dragon."

"You stay here just to quarrel with me?"

Bai Long replied angrily.

Jingong Mingtong became a little speechless, seemed to have forgotten how to speak, and stood there blankly.

Bailong opened the shoe cabinet, took out the plush slippers, took off the mill-soled cloth shoes, and put on slippers.

The girl in front of her was still blocking it like a pillar.

"No matter how much you beg, I will not take you to experience extraordinary events without telling Master."

He made his point.

It's not that Jingong Mingtong's strength is not up to standard, on the contrary, her strength is far superior to most extraordinary people.

17 years old, third year of high school, reached the eighth level.

Compared with Bailong, it is nothing to mention, but against other extraordinary people, that is the first echelon powerhouse.

Some extraordinary people work hard for a lifetime, but in the end they are only six realms.

She hasn't graduated yet, and she is already standing on the finish line of most extraordinary people.

Perhaps it was the overpowering talent that made Yasuki Jingu unwilling to let his daughter be exposed to extraordinary events in advance.

Bailong can understand that there will be plenty of time to resolve the extraordinary incident afterward.

Campus life is limited to this age group.

Of course, like most of the children, Jingu Meitong regards the current campus life as a burden and always wants to get out.

"I won't beg you, I'm just a little worried about whether you are qualified for the position of review."

As Jingu Mingtong said, he suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and his tone was tinged with shyness, "I-I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about damage to the reputation of the Jingu family!"

Bai Long was very puzzled by her reaction, "You don't understand what you said, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Shen Gongqiansa came forward at the right time and said: "My sister is just curious whether Brother Long has asked for any information."

"Yes, yes, for example, monster organizations like Longmenlou!"

Relying on her sister's support, Mingu Mingong finally said the question she wanted to ask.

"Dragon Gate Building..."

Bailong fell into deep thought. He remembered that Longmen Tower was established before Yuzao, a SSS-level monster, and had a large number of monsters.

It is said that the base camp of Longmen Tower is in the different dimension space created by Tamamo, and the main hall of the shrine has not yet grasped the specific coordinates.

Along with the Psionic Society, it is one of the most dangerous organizations.

"There is no information about the Dragon Gate Building, but there is one about the Psionic Society."

"I'm not interested in that thing, the stupid dragon is just unreliable."

Mingong Mingtong's words changed, and he became very underwhelmed again.

She didn't stay in the porch any longer, she put her hands behind her head and strode towards the living room.

"Mingtong, why are you looking for Longmen Tower?"

"It's none of your business, stupid dragon."

"It seems that I must teach you the etiquette of dealing with people."

Bailong clenched his fists, and he didn't itch for a day. Is this the attitude to talk to people well?
Jingu Mingtong's chrysanthemum was cold, instead of obediently admitting his mistake, he turned his foot and his body turned half a circle to the left.

A spirit pattern emerged from the palm of his left hand, with five fingers grasping, he had already grasped the spiritual tool that appeared.

Flame Blade.

It looks like an ordinary Japanese sword, the scabbard is brown, and the handle is purple.

Jingong Mingtong adhered to the principle of being invincible first, exhaled and said, "Cut!"

The lightning-like light of the knife burst out from the sheath, and slashed at the head of the opposite white dragon.

"Consonant fingers." Bailong doesn't have four eyebrows, but has fingers that are more nimble than anyone else.

The index finger and middle finger pinch the side of the flame blade precisely.

"I told you many times, don't always think about killing with one blow."

Bai Long pointed out her flaws, shook his head and said, "Secondly, don't use a knife on me."

"It was you I cut!"

Jingu Mingtong is a loser but not loser.

……

"hateful!"

The blond girl was lying on the bed, and the delicious dinner in her stomach could not resolve the anger, "I will definitely make the stupid dragon look good in the future!"

"My sister's dinner has made Brother Long suffer."

Her younger sister's consolation shocked her, she turned her head and said dumbfounded: "You, you also think that the durian stewed chicken soup I made is not delicious?"

Realizing that she said something wrong, Shen Gongqian said with a smile on her face: "I mean Brother Long, his taste is different from ours.

I enjoyed my sister's dinner very much.

Rather, please continue to use this unconstrained thinking. "

"I see." Jingong Mingtong breathed a sigh of relief, and buried her head in the pillow.

While massaging, Jingu Chisa asked, "Sister, it's not your fault, mom..."

"Qiansha, I don't want to talk about this matter."

Jingong Mingtong interrupted her words, without leaving her head from the pillow, and said sullenly: "You go, I want to be alone."

"Hi." Jingu Chisa lifted up her pants for her, covering the two red areas.

Put away the medicine and go outside.

Kaka, the sliding door opened and closed, Mingu Mingong looked sideways to the right side of the bed, his eyes lost the vigor of not admitting defeat in the past.

The fair cheeks also became somewhat gloomy.

Seven years have passed, but what happened that day has never become blurred.

From morning to night, even the few clouds floating in the sky are always in my mind.

……

outside the bedroom.

Jingong Qiansha knocked on Bailong's bedroom door, "Brother Long, can I come in?"

"Well, come in."

Bailong looked away from the Analects of Confucius, and looked at Qiansha who was getting started, "How is Mingtong?"

"It'll be fine in a while."

Jingong Qiansha bit her lip, and said solemnly, "Brother Long, can you tell me about the Psionic Society?"

(End of this chapter)