Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

No, you're already being subjected to unspoken rules right after they've submitted?

She briefly regained consciousness.

In all my years in the Dark Light Society, no one has ever dared to be so direct. This is simply outrageous.

Just then, a burst of golden light suddenly emanated from Han Chuan You's hand and entered the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, firmly imprinting the Tian Ce mark into Bin Bian Hai He's mind.

In an instant, Hamabe Umi felt a strange connection arise between her heart and the mysterious person in front of her, as if an invisible bond was connecting the two of them.

Her gaze softened, and her previously tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

If she had been forced to submit under mental pressure just now, she could no longer harbor any disloyalty towards the person in front of her.

"How do you feel?"

Han Chuanyou tried to channel a wisp of spiritual energy, sending it into the other person's body as a blessing.

In an instant, the lotus flowers by the sea emitted a faint blue glow.

"Lord Death, this!"

The sea lily by the shore was extremely surprised.

A surge of heat suddenly welled up inside me, as comfortable as the physiological relaxation that comes after wetting my pants. Combined with the snug feeling of my private parts being enveloped by that warmth, it made me feel relaxed from the inside out.

She clenched her fists, her whole body brimming with power.

I don't know about the others, but my strength has increased considerably compared to before.

Is this what they call divine power?! It's unbelievable.

"You'll keep this a secret, won't you?"

Han Chuanyou stared intently into her eyes, his body radiating an undeniable aura of power.

After her initial surprise, Hamabe Umika's eyes became submissive: "I will keep this secret for Lord Death, and I am even willing to give my life for it."

With such incredible abilities, is the person before me truly a god?

As the head of the Dark Light Society, Hamabe Umi was always dominated by rationality and never believed in the existence of gods. However, this scene that actually happened to her caused a turmoil in her worldview.

"That's good."

Han Chuan You withdrew his hand, quite satisfied with the result.

He preferred the current method to forcibly altering people's thinking and cognition using the Bewitching Illusionary God Scripture, transforming them beyond recognition.

He first used his mental power to briefly oppress them into submission, then used the Heavenly Strategy Spiritual Chapter to inscribe a mark on them. With the combination of the two, the subdued subordinates were not only loyal, but also retained their rationality and judgment, and were more humane. This was exactly the kind of subordinates he needed.

Next, Han Chuanyou issued her the first command.

"From now on, you must report any malicious organizations or incidents that occur in Tokyo to me. At the same time, you must monitor the movements of the Metropolitan Police Department and other forces targeting me. Can you do that?"

“Yes, that’s a piece of cake for me,” Hamabe Umi nodded in agreement, then looked up again. “Then how should I contact the adults?”

"You only need to think about contacting me in your heart, call my name, and I will know naturally."

Upon hearing this, Hamabe Umika silently murmured "Lord Death."

The next moment, Han Chuanyou answered in her mind, his voice clear, as if whispering in her ear, even though she didn't open her mouth.

"Understood?"

Han Chuan You asked.

"understood."

Hamabe Umi looked at him with even more awe; this unconventional way of communicating had once again overturned her understanding.

"Go ahead and do it with confidence, I'll take full responsibility for the consequences."

Han Chuan You thought for a moment.

This subordinate's job is quite dangerous; we finally found someone useful, so we can't let him die easily.

I remembered that I still had a few amulets left from the previous acquisition.

A small wooden plaque appeared out of thin air in his hand, which he casually tossed over.

He accidentally tossed it into the crevice of her bosom, and it slipped down her neckline.

Before Hamabe Uika had recovered from the shock of him taking something out of thin air, she felt a chill on her chest. She quickly reached in and pulled the wooden plaque out, glanced at it, and then secretly glared at him to express her dissatisfaction.

Han Chuanyou pretended not to see it: "This thing can protect your life in a crisis, remember to keep it safe."

Binbian Haihe's expression changed, and the seemingly ordinary small wooden plaque in her hand suddenly became unfathomable in her eyes.

Han Chuanyou stood up from his chair: "That's all I need you to do for now. I won't interfere much with your usual actions, but you must do what I ask of you."

"Yes."

After giving the instructions, Han Chuanyou didn't linger and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Hamabe Umi looked at the spot where he had been standing, lost in thought for a long time.

In just a short while, he got beaten up and went from being the head of the Tokyo branch of the Dark Light Society to becoming a member of the Grim Reaper's faction.

She turned and walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a pack of women's cigarettes.

She doesn't usually smoke, thinking it's bad for her skin, but at this moment, she suddenly wanted to light one.

The lighter flame flickered, she bent down to light it, gently put the thin filter tip to her lips, and took a sip.

Smoke slowly escaped from her lips. The overwhelming sense of power within her body had not yet dissipated. Amidst the swirling smoke at her fingertips, her gaze became somewhat complicated.

Despite her casual demeanor, she is ambitious at heart; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken over this place from her father.

Perhaps, her life will undergo a dramatic change after tonight...

Chapter 131 I Want to Be the Most Courageous Man!

Back home, Han Chuanyou lay down on the bed. The night in the residential area was very quiet, with the occasional chirping of unknown birds.

He took out a Spirit Gathering Pill and swallowed it. While refining the pill, he took out a Soul Crystal and began to absorb it. His spiritual power slowly increased under the nourishment of this power, and his mind became clearer.

With an intelligence chief helping him gather information, his goals will become much clearer and more specific, and he won't have to rely entirely on luck to carry out his Death God business.

With the addition of an account manager, my business as a sole proprietorship is starting to grow and thrive.

Remembering that he still had a shared vision that he hadn't used, he tried to communicate with the Heavenly Strategy Spiritual Chapter in his sea of ​​consciousness, where he found an imprint that exuded the aura of the seaside lotus.

He immersed his consciousness into it, and suddenly an incredibly clear image appeared before his eyes.

It's quite big and very white; the black mole keeps swaying, making me dizzy.

But... who's a kind person who's still up so late?

Meanwhile, at the Fukishige-ya (blowstone house), Hamabe Umiho had just survived a life-or-death crisis. She was covered in sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable, so she decided to take a shower before going to bed.

As the showerhead washed over her body, she looked at the wound on her abdomen from the blow she had just suffered. The strange force had reduced it considerably, leaving only a faint red mark.

He showed absolutely no mercy or tenderness towards women.

She silently cursed in her heart, thank goodness that the punch hadn't made her lose control of her bladder.

Just then, she suddenly felt a closer connection with Death.

She tentatively asked, "Death... Lord Death?"

"It's okay, you can continue taking a shower."

Han Chuanyou snapped out of his daze, surprised that the other party could sense him. His tone was unusually awkward as he proactively disconnected the connection.

"Yes, what?"

Hamabe Umi responded, then suddenly realized that the Grim Reaper knew she was taking a bath, which meant...

She instantly brought her legs together, covered her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other.

Even though I'm now one of Death's people, I still have the right to privacy.

Han Chuan You opened his eyes and sighed.

Tsk... not as good as Mizuki.

In the morning, sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side, casting black and gold shadows across the corridor.

Han Chuan You opened the bathroom door, and Mei Yue was standing in front of the sink rinsing her mouth. Her hair was loose and slightly messy, and her eyes were still a little hazy, but she was still full of charm.

"Mizuki, morning."

As Han Chuanyou passed by her, he casually patted her big butt, which made her mumble a complaint.

He squeezed out the toothpaste, took the mouthwash cup from Meiyue's hand, took a sip, and stood next to her to start brushing his teeth.

Although my body can now be kept clean, I still retain the habit of washing and grooming.

It's not enough for you to think you're clean; you have to make Meiyue think you're clean, otherwise she won't let you kiss her.

After quickly rinsing her mouth, she splashed two handfuls of water on her face, dried herself with a towel, and that was considered her washing up. Meiyue had just finished brushing her teeth.

"So fast, can it get clean?"

"Why don't you just give it a try?"

Han Chuanyou wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned down and bit her moist lips, taking the opportunity to suck on them.

"It smells great. Next time, Meiyue will buy peach-flavored toothpaste. I want to try a different flavor every day."

Han Chuan Mei Yue pursed her lips and pushed his face away: "Get lost, I'm going to make breakfast, what do you want to eat?"

"Eat... Mizuki, your noodles are fine."

Han Chuan Mei Yue rolled her eyes coquettishly: "You better be serious."

"You won't even let me eat things that aren't proper."

……

After breakfast, we headed to school, where the kendo club held its morning practice.

Han Chuanyou downed his drink in one gulp, let out a satisfying shout, and then accurately tossed the plastic bottle into the trash can not far ahead.

I accidentally bumped into the disciplinary committee member on the other side, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses and had a stiff face.

As if recalling that experience, the disciplinary committee member covered his face with the folder in his hand, pretending not to see it, and walked quickly toward the school gate.

That's its unique charm, enough to make people abandon all moral boundaries.

Han Chuanyou placed his hands on either side of his body and looked at the girl beside him who was tilting her head back to drink water. After exercising, her cheeks were flushed, her hair at her temples was slightly damp and stuck together, and a few beads of sweat slid down her throat and into her gymnastics uniform. Her body exuded a warm aura and carried a unique girlish fragrance.

"Minister, your abilities have improved recently."

He could sense that Yagyu Genon's swordsmanship skills had been steadily improving, and with his own sparring partner, his progress had accelerated considerably.

In theory, the two people's kendo talents were not that different, and the one who had the advantage was simply the male physique.

Now, she feels that the gap between them is widening because he has cheated.

Yagyu Genon put the beverage bottle aside: "Of course, one day I'll pin you to the ground and beat you up."

"Actually, you can find a secluded place right now, pin me to the ground and beat me up, whether you're standing or sitting, it doesn't matter."

"Really?"

The naive minister didn't realize the hidden meaning in his words, making Han Chuan You too embarrassed to continue the topic.

"fake."

Liu Shengxian glanced at him sideways with her phoenix eyes.

The day's classes made everyone drowsy, and the students in the class hadn't yet transitioned from the leisure of the holidays to study mode.

The first class in the afternoon, Chinese language class, has ended.

"Ugh! How could the teacher make the class so boring? I think if I recorded this class, I could definitely listen to it to help me fall asleep at night. I'm so sleepy."

Nakamura Taito let out a wail and collapsed onto the table, unconscious.

Han Chuan You took out the textbook for the next class from the desk drawer:

"I don't think you need to force yourself."

Nakamura Taito suddenly stood up, turned his head and said:

"You don't understand. As long as I'm not asleep, knowledge will enter my brain."

"As it turns out, no. The monthly exam results are out. How are you going to explain this?"