As the blood-red, six-sided pinwheel reappeared in his eyes, a burst of black flas suddenly surged from the ground, completely swallowing a nearby cherry blossom tree.
The scorching temperature caused the surrounding space to distort.
But it wasn't over yet. In the next mont, the flas rapidly spread in all directions.
The speed was so fast that even Shiroko, the caster, was caught sowhat off guard.
Seeing that it was about to spread to the house, Shiroko hurriedly retracted it.
In an instant, the sky-filling flas dissipated, leaving only a ss on the ground.
The originally tranquil courtyard had been ruined beyond recognition.
Seeing this, a hint of helplessness flashed in Shiroko's eyes, and he imdiately began to clean up the aftermath.
After spending 250 Salvation Points, he successfully restored the yard to its original state.
"Hmm? 250? System, why do I feel like you're mocking ?" Shiroko asked.
[SYSTEM: How could that be? It's just a coincidence, just a coincidence (～￣▽￣)～]
"..." Shiroko was speechless.
anwhile, in Kanna City, the weathered man carrying a torn sack was casually lying on the side of the street, holding a cara and frantically snapping pictures of the won walking by.
As he took photos, he muttered softly in dissatisfaction, "Rotten **, another rotten **. Is there really not a single suitable *~pot in this huge Kanna City?"
Just then, a short-haired beauty with an amazing figure, dressed in a black-and-white office lady outfit, walked over.
Looking at her, a burst of sharp light imdiately erupted in the man's eyes.
This figure, these curves, those red lips... she was absolutely the perfect *~pot in his heart!
'It's decided. It's you, my *~pot number one,' he thought.
Suehiro Madoka was in a very bad mood at the mont. They had clearly agreed to go to a love hotel together, but the other party had actually stood her up halfway.
'I ****, and now you're telling this?' she thought.
'Unforgivable!'
She had already decided to ignore that guy for the next few days. Didn't he like keeping that old hag company? Then let him!
Just as Suehiro Madoka was thinking about how to punish him later, she suddenly noticed a gaze from the side.
Turning her head, she saw a burly, wretched-looking man with a face full of fierce flesh, constantly taking upskirt photos of her.
Walking up briskly, she slapped the cara out of his hands and imdiately stomped it to pieces. "You damn pervert!" Suehiro Madoka scolded harshly. "If you dare take upskirt photos of girls again, I'll teach you a lesson..."
After unleashing a barrage of insults at him and venting all the frustration in her heart, she finally left in satisfaction.
During this entire ti, the man didn't say a single word, silently enduring it all.
After she left, he stared at her slender, curvaceous back. Sticking out his thick tongue, he gently licked his lips, a wolf-like, eerie gleam flashing in his eyes.
In the evening, still in a bad mood, Suehiro Madoka stumbled alone through a quiet alley, holding a liquor bottle.
Lifting the bottle, she took a huge gulp and let out a loud burp. Drunk and belligerent, she cursed, "That damn dog of a man! Do you really think I like you? I just..."
Her noisy voice echoed continuously through the silent alley, successfully attracting predators in the dark.
Through the dim lighting, seeing her slender figure and beautiful face, two n around thirty years old exchanged a glance, their eyes full of greed.
The next mont, the two slowly approached her. "Miss, you look like you're in a really bad mood. Want to co have a few drinks with us?"
Raising her drowsy, drunken eyes and seeing the two ugly mugs in front of her, Suehiro Madoka sneered disdainfully. "Trash like you want to sleep with ? Why don't you take a piss and look at your own f*cking reflections? You'd better hurry ho and suck on your mothers' tits..."
Being insulted so brazenly to their faces, the two n instantly flew into a rage. "You damn stinking bitch, you're asking for death!"
Saying that, they reached out and grabbed her clothes.
*Riiiip~*
Accompanied by the sound of tearing silk, a patch of snow-white skin was exposed before them.
(Note: Suehiro Madoka is not a Goddess, and the protagonist has no intention of taking her in.)
In an instant, the two n were like starving wolves seeing at, a faint green glint appearing in their eyes.
However, just as one of them was about to expand his gains, a liquor bottle suddenly smashed down hard onto his head.
His brain short-circuited for a second or two, and in the next mont, an intense, violent pain assaulted his head.
Reaching up to touch it, all he saw was blood red.
Never expecting the tables to be turned on him today, the man flew into a furious rage. "Damn it! Ikko, hold her down! I'm definitely going to ** this slut today!"
Hearing this, his companion hurriedly stepped forward to subdue her.
But right at that mont, a deep, slightly hoarse voice suddenly rang out from not far away. "Two pieces of trash, and you actually dare to steal my prey."
Looking back instinctively, they saw a burly man bathed in the dim light, his head lowered and his hands tucked into his sleeves as he slowly walked toward them.
"Who are you?!"
"That's none of your concern. Scram now, or stay here forever!"
"You're asking for death!"
Seeing the other party trying to snatch their prey with just a few words, the man who had his head smashed open earlier imdiately lost his temper.
After cursing angrily, he swung his fists and charged forward.
But before he could run more than a few steps, he saw the man slowly raise his head.
At that mont, their eyes t.
Looking into the other party's eyes, the thug's body suddenly stiffened. What kind of eyes were those? Cold, bloodthirsty, and deathly still.
In an instant, it felt as if he was no longer facing a human, but a brutal, bloodthirsty prehistoric beast. The other party only needed to slightly move a claw to devour him until not even scraps remained.
Gradually, drops of yellow liquid slowly dripped from the cuffs of his pants.
Finally, unable to bear this kind of psychological pressure any longer, the man let out a loud yell, turned around, and fled.
Seeing this, his companion didn't dare to hesitate. He hurriedly let go of his prey and hastily followed suit.
Slowly walking up to Suehiro Madoka, Ito Kisaku looked down at her from above, a smile gradually curling on his face.
Opening her blurry, drunken eyes and seeing that it was actually the piece of trash she had scolded during the day, Suehiro Madoka resud her verbal assault. "You filthy bug..."
Hearing this, the smile on Ito Kisaku's face was gradually replaced by indifference. "What a *** woman. Let teach you what respect ans!"
Saying that, Ito Kisaku reached out his hand...
By the ti a ray of morning light rose in the distant horizon, seeing that Ito Kisaku was about to leave, Suehiro Madoka actually took the initiative to approach him. Hugging his sturdy waist, she revealed a look of infatuation. "Don't go!"
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