I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

Chika Fujiwara frowned, as if to say: You continue to weave.

Shingu Cheng felt helpless, so she reached her ear and whispered a few words.

puff!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!

Unconcealed laughter sounded in the quiet corridor for an instant, and Chika Fujiwara held her belly feebly, laughing until she could stand firmly by the strength of Makoto Jingu.

The more presumptuous she smiled, the thicker the black line emerging from Jingu Makoto's forehead.

Seeing his increasingly ugly expression, Chika Fujiwara tried to stop her laughter.

But when he thought of what he had just said, he couldn't help but continue to laugh wildly.

Makoto Jingu rolled his eyes: "It's enough, enough, and still laugh, you almost lost your happiness in the rest of your life."

Chika Fujiwara covered her mouth and laughed so much that tears came out.

"I don't care about this, huh, that is your happiness for the rest of your life, it has nothing to do with me."

She said proudly.

Then, her gaze turned down: "I like you and nothing else."

"However, it seems that it would be better for me if it is really gone."

Fujiwara Chika said seriously.

Makoto Jingu:???

"You think, if you are really gone, then other girls will despise you."

"But I won't, so I can own you by myself, right?"

Chika Fujiwara thought about it suddenly, her eyes became very serious.

But Jingu was panicked.

You stared so seriously.. Is it true that you are thinking how to cut it off?

This is the most important thing for a man, really, if there is no such thing, then Makoto Jingu really doesn't know what fun there is to be a man.

So he admired the ancient eunuchs very much. It took how much determination and courage to make this choice.

Anyway, he can't do it, so it's better to let him die.

If he had to choose, he still chose to be locked in the basement.

Makoto Jingu quickly covered Fujiwara Qianhua's eyes: "Don't look at it, you should continue to laugh."

Fujiwara Qianhua didn't pat his hand away, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "So now is when Jingu-kun is your weakest, you can't bully me no matter how I seduce you."

"You... don't mess around."

Jingu Makoto realized that there was some danger, he quickly released Fujiwara Chika, and stepped back.

It happened that he still hugged his arm like a weak woman, which made Qianhua's playfulness even stronger.

The shrine-kun with this expression is so novel.

"Hey hey, don't worry, I won't do anything to it, I just want to kiss you."

Fujiwara Chika looked like a great demon, with a kind smile on her small face, step by step approaching Makoto Jingu.

"Um, don't...ah~"

Well, this is not the voice of Makoto Jingu.

After all, Qianhua is still young, and she doesn't know what to show the enemy by weakness.

Makoto Jingu can't mess around now, but there is something called hurting the enemy a thousand and hurting himself 800.

When he was forced to have nowhere to go, he could only endure the pain and teach the young Qianhuajiang a good lesson.

Although the long sword is painful when it is unsheathed, how much can a virgin withstand?

After a fight, Fujiwara Qianhua's face flushed, and she fell into his arms panting, and her little mouth whispered begging for mercy.

She has forgotten that her physique is also very sensitive, and it is almost the kind that reacts to the touch.

Makoto Jingong was in pain, and she was hanging up and down.

Jingong Cheng helped her and said jokingly: "Don't be too early to be proud, remember to hide better when you want to do bad things."

Chika Fujiwara blanked him weakly, and then shrank into his arms and panted.

After she recovered some strength, she suddenly said: "By the way, Jingu-kun, I just met Tosaka school girl."

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ps: I vomit. The computer needs to change the graphics card and the motherboard. I simply buy two more RAMs and SSDs. This month I am afraid that I will eat grass.

Chapter 202: Coming soon!

Jingu Cheng heard this, rubbing her hair for a while, and then returned to normal.

"Oh? That's a coincidence."

He looked softly as usual, as if only confirming this fact.

His plain response caused Qianhua's doubts. She asked cautiously: "What's the matter, have you quarreled with Tosaka schoolgirl?"

"No, what crooked thoughts are moving in your little head?"

Jingu Makoto couldn't help raising his hand and knocking on her little head, then chuckled.

Fujiwara Qianhua curled her lips aggrievedly: "It's clear that you said so plainly, as if you were arguing."

"Tsk, Sakura is so sensible, she won't be like you, a nigger with a belly."

Makoto Jingu sneaked her hand into Qianhua's dress, causing her to irritate: "Pervert, huh, where should I touch it!"

Qianhua Yoshihide verbally pressed his hand that was leaping downward, revealing an expression of disgust.

Humph, he said he couldn't mess around, and now he's flirting with others.

"Touch your belly to see if it's black."

Jingu Makoto rubbed it calmly, and everything was slippery.

"Eh, eh! Don't move around, fool Jingu-kun~"

Fujiwara Chika had just been molested by him and almost suffocated, and now the throbbing feeling of excitement was coming up again, she couldn't bear it.

Falling into his arms and panting, Qianhua who said rejection on her mouth secretly stretched her small hand to the belt and quietly loosened it so that he could feel more comfortable.

Jingu Makoto didn't mean to tease her either, so he didn't deliberately tease her, but gently kneaded it as if he were massaging.

"You can't see it again, huh, how could my little belly be black."

Fujiwara Chika put her chin on his shoulder, squinted her eyes comfortably, enjoying his gentle touch, and said with emotion:

"Senior Tosaka is indeed very sensible, she is cute and quiet, and I can't help but want to take care of her."

"No wonder you like her so much."

Qianhua pouted her small mouth, obviously remembering the last time Jingong Makoto compared Sakura with her.

Jingong Makoto suddenly lowered her head and sniffed her jade neck, the heat from the tip of her nose slapped her delicate skin continuously, itching like scratching her heart, Qianhua couldn't help but hug him tightly and giggle.

"It's so jealous, you deserve to be Hui Ye's best friend."

Jingu Cheng joked.

Qianhua hummed lightly: "Who asked you to cover up and pretend to be indifferent. If you speak frankly, I won't be jealous."

"Tsk, I veiled you to provoke you every word, if I speak frankly, I'm afraid I won't stop tonight."

Jingu Cheng was joking, Qianhua couldn't help but retorted, "I won't!"

Qianhua grumbled and said: "Do you really want to find her."

"Do you want to hear lies or truth?"

"Of course it's the truth!"

"Ha, I said I don't want to, you won't believe it either."

"No, as long as you say it, I believe it."

Chika Fujiwara stubbornly said.

"I believe you will not lie to me, and I will not be angry, so you just have to tell me the truth."

Jingong Cheng's heart softened, rubbing her hair, and muttering in her jade neck: "I would not have dessert for you if I knew it, and everything is so sweet."

Chika Fujiwara triumphantly said: "I have always been sweet."

"Well..."

After speaking, her little mouth was blocked.

A moist silk thread was drawn in the air, and Jingu Makoto slowly let go of her, jokingly: "Taste it, it's really sweet."

Fujiwara Qianhua hid himself in his arms, and said with nostalgia: "I really want to hold you like this, I really want to."

Jingu Makoto shattered her illusion with a chuckle: "Don't you still want to dance? The dance party is about to begin."

"Huh? Right!"

Qianhua suddenly remembered that the prom was about to begin.

At this time she was anxious that the time she came out seemed a bit long.

She patted his hand and groaned: "Don't touch it anymore."

After speaking, she struggled to get up.

This time she learned well, instead of standing up abruptly as before, she stood up slowly.

She glanced back at Jingu Makoto, who was still sitting on the stairs and didn't even think about getting up. She said with her hands on her hips, "Then I'm going back first."

"Ok."

"Even if you want to find her, you are not allowed to dance with her first, you have to dance with me first, or you won't mess with you next time."

"Oh? Is this a reward?"

Qian Hua blushed and said shyly: "I don't care, anyway, you have to dance with me first!"

"Hey, I know, I will definitely not forget this time." Jingu Cheng nodded with a helpless smile.

"Hehe, you have to hurry up, or you will miss the opening of the prom."

Fujiwara Chika was about to leave, but was held back by Makoto Jingu.

She turned her head and looked suspiciously, and saw Makoto Jingong's mouth hanging from the corner of her mouth, reaching out to help her tidy up her somewhat messy dress.

"Why are you walking in such a hurry?

Lay out some misplaced bra buckles, level the wrinkles of the dress, and finally comb out her somewhat tangled hair.

After doing all this, Jingu Makoto glanced carefully, and nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, you go back first."

"Oh, by the way, it's best to wash your face first, otherwise~" He squeezed her little face: "Such a little red face, I will arouse Huiye's suspicion later."

Chika Fujiwara pursed her mouth silently and nodded obediently.

He stood on tiptoe and kissed him gently, smiling like a flower: "I'm not here, don't be in a daze."

Patter.

The crisp footsteps of high-heeled shoes echoed in the dark corridor, and the bright moonlight was scattered, only the back of Jingong Makoto.

call..

Makoto Jingu slowly exhaled a suffocating breath and murmured softly, "Is this playing a strategy game? One level after another."

He didn't rush back, but gave enough time to prepare Qianhuajiang in advance.

After standing there waiting for about ten minutes, Makoto Jingu took his gaze back from the moonlight outside the window and turned back to the hall.

As soon as she left the gloomy corridor, the magnificent and brilliant excitement made Jingu Cheng a little uncomfortable.