With a big belly, He Naiko kicked the Shinto elder on the head.

Not only did he kick his tall hat down.

He even kicked a face full of blood.

It was true that every kick was aimed at killing him, and there was no mercy at all.

The Shinto elder is also a ruthless person.

He didn't even block, and he didn't beg for mercy.

He Naizi was allowed to vent her dissatisfaction.

Finally, He Naizi's high-heeled shoes accidentally got stuck into the elder's ears and eyes.

I used too much force and every time I pulled it out, the shoe fell off.

Only then did He Naizi stop, with one foot standing on its own.

"Old bastard, get up and give me my shoes."

The Shinto elder, due to a perforated eardrum, could not hear clearly what He Naiko said for the first time.

He turned his head, exposed his good ears, and asked cautiously.

"Master, what did you say?"

He Naizi raised his foot and wanted to kick it a few times.

However, the elder's face was full of blood, and she was afraid of getting her feet dirty.

"I told you, old bastard, give me back your shoes."

This time, the Shinto elders heard clearly.

He quickly stood up and pulled out the high heels from his head.

A fountain of blood gushes out, looking like a cartoon.

Carefully use your fine clothes to wipe off the blood on your high heels.

Then he knelt down and helped He Naizi put on her shoes.

There was still some residual blood stains on the shoes, and the elder carefully wiped them off with his sleeves.

"Master, I was wrong, I was a little rash just now.

If you want to punish me, you don't have to do it yourself.

I can do it myself, saving you the trouble of getting pregnant.

The reason for this arrangement is not my own initiative.

It was arranged by Jiutian Bodhisattva.

She said she wants to restore your memory as soon as possible.

Avoid causing any unnecessary misunderstandings.

I see you have completed your task.

I really should have asked for your opinion first.”

This humble appearance indeed fits Cai Gen’s stereotype of the island nation.

The Muqiang gene is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, so there is nothing human about it.

As for sympathy, it definitely doesn't exist.

It's just the right time to start making sarcastic remarks.

"He Naizi, if you are really angry, there is no need to torture him like this.

After all, at such an old age, it is too cruel.

Just beat him to death, be merciful."

He Naizi had to look at Cai Gen.

Any explanation at this time seems feeble, so just be more straightforward.

"Who said he is old?

Despite the wrinkles on his face, this body is actually only twenty-five years old.

But because he overdrawn his life and was surrounded by death, he looked a bit old.

I think back then, Jiutian Bodhisattva dug a grave and dug up one of the gods.

Although he is submissive now, it is because he was tied up by Jiutian Bodhisattva.

It's so arrogant to have a dog without a leash.

Right, Susanoo?"

Susano'o looked calm on the surface, but the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

"Master, you are joking.

This body of mine is that of my thirty-second generation great-great-grandson, who is already twenty-eight this year.

Otherwise, you'd better drink the old love water.

My memory is incomplete, which further delays the important event of Jiutian Bodhisattva."

Cai Gen silently took out a cigarette.

After I clicked it, I thought about it for a while.

In the end I didn't think about it.

I had to ask Shi Huozhu next to me.

"Azu, the name Susano'o.

I think I heard it in some cartoon.

I can’t remember it for a while, what’s the story?”

After Shi Huozhu heard that this obedient old man was Susanoo.

His expression had become serious.

After Cai Gen asked this question, he quickly organized his language.

"It is said that he is the son of Izanagi, the god here.

The most famous achievement was his fight against Yamata no Orochi, also known as Xiangliu.

Rumor has it that he beheaded Xiang Liu.

Judging from the results, it should be just spreading rumors and bragging."

Cai Gen looked confused when he heard this.

Cai Gen is very clear about Xiang Liu's strength.

Now I am still playing alone as my younger brother.

Since he can be related to Xiang Liu, his strength should not be weak.

Is this pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, or is the dog on a tight leash?

At Susano'o's urging, Konako picked up the potion bottle.

He glanced sideways at him.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Leader, no, these are all nine days."

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound.

The medicine bottle shattered on Susano'o's face, causing thousands of peach blossoms to bloom.

"Don't always try to suppress me.

I have the right to decide what kind of person I want to be.

I have the right to choose what memories I have.

I'm not a puppet.

I am Nimacha, He Naizi.

I am not a west dog.

I want to be Xiao Longlong’s wife, and I want to take charge of my own destiny.

The former He Naizi is dead, and I am who I am now."

In everyone's surprised eyes, He Naizi actually chose not to restore her memory.
To be continued...