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

Nine fox feathers opened their eyes, their pupils clear and alluring, captivating all who looked into them: "Coward."

The girl straightened up and stretched languidly. Sunlight streaming through the glass curtain wall bathed her in a golden glow, and her fair waistline beneath her white shirt exuded a captivating youthful charm.

She turned around, raised her foot, and placed it on the boy's chest. She leaned down, looking at him with a disdainful air.

"You're taking advantage of me so openly. What am I to you now? I didn't get this advantage for nothing."

With half the weight of the girl's body resting on his chest, Han Chuanyou stared at the hem of the girl's skirt. Today it was black, and the fact that she wasn't wearing safety shorts was a good thing.

Finally, he said in a serious tone, "Of course, it's a female friend I'm very close to, but it's also fine if you call me your male best friend."

Han Chuan You has always disliked the term "male best friend," but if her male best friend is herself, then it's a different story.

Of course, the Tauren would never do anything for other people; he's a pure-love warrior. He just really likes the identity that allows him to take advantage of others openly.

"Male best friend?" Kujou Kitsune chuckled, a smile playing on her lips.

"Don't like it? Then we can be family who can rely on each other's backs. That's the greatest recognition a man can give to another person."

Han Chuan You's family chivalrous spirit is now online.

Kujou Kitsune gave him a deep look: "This is boring."

Just as the girl lifted her foot to leave, Han Chuanyou grabbed her ankle and gently pulled her, causing her to lose her balance and fall into his arms.

The girl nestled into his arms, bringing with her a delicate fragrance. Han Chuanyou placed his hand on her slender lower back, his eyes fixed on her pupils. The girl's pupils were dark and bright, as if one could see whirlpools within them.

Han Chuan You asked with a smile, "So, what kind of status does Miss Kujo want? A girlfriend?"

Nine fox feathers rested their chin on his chest, their fingertips lightly tracing his skin, causing a subtle, ticklish sensation.

The girl didn't answer, but propped herself up with one hand and pinched the other person's chin: "You're suddenly being so proactive, does that mean you've fallen in love with me..."

Her tone was full of certainty.

Han Chuan You didn't answer either, just quietly looked at her.

Nine Fox Feathers curled her lips into a smile, leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and brought her beautiful face close to the boy's. To his slightly surprised look, her full, rosy lips pressed against his.

The cool touch was fleeting.

"It seems I've won."

When Kujou met his slightly dazed gaze, she curled her lips into a smile and slowly stood up.

Han Chuanyou realized what was happening and straightened up, completely surprised that the young lady would take such a proactive step: "There's no way you can win like this. Logically speaking, I would have won long ago."

Kujou Kitsune raised a hand and lightly touched the corner of her lips, turning her head to reveal a meaningful look: "Is that so? There are winners and losers. My goal has been achieved. So who is the loser?"

"Loser?"

Han Chuanyou looked strange; it wasn't him, anyway.

So... who is it?

The Yagyu family.

Yagyu Genon sat expressionlessly on the sofa, her hands placed on either side of her legs.

Anna Yagyu worked tirelessly behind her sister for most of the day, and finally succeeded.

"Sister, it's done! This hairstyle suits you very well."

Anna Yagyu clasped her hands together, nodded in satisfaction, took out her phone to take a picture, found Yuu Hanakawa's profile picture frame, and clicked send:

What do you think of the new hairstyle I designed for my sister, senior?

Yagyu Genon took the small mirror, and in the mirror, her long hair was tied into a ball and placed on top of her head.

Whether it looks good or not is another matter; she shook her head and felt that her head was very heavy.

Han Chuan You's phone beeped with a message notification.

Upon picking it up, one could see that the minister's head looked like it was skewered with black rice balls, and with its rounded crown, it reminded one of skewered roasted dumplings.

A slight smile played on his lips as he tapped the screen to reply: "Not bad, looks delicious."

Kujou Kitsune turned and walked to a tall safe in the corner of the study. Without trying to hide it from him, she entered a series of passwords and opened it. Inside were various documents and some collectibles that looked very expensive.

She rummaged through something and finally took out an exquisitely crafted velvet box. Inside was a pair of delicately designed earrings.

"Take this as a gift from us to Miss Mizuki."

"So this binds us together?"

Han Chuanyou put away her phone, took the small box, and found exquisite earrings inside, adorned with gemstones that shimmered with a unique light.

"This must be very expensive."

Nine Fox Feathers shook their heads indifferently:

"I don't know. I've never cared about these things. They were collected by my mother."

Han Chuanyou couldn't help but feel embarrassed: "You really are Aunt Zhenji's good daughter."

“My mother has a lot of jewelry, more than she can wear. She wouldn’t care about just one piece of jewelry.”

Han Chuanyou looked at the safe again, and after seeing an antique vase, a wisp of spiritual light seemed to emanate from it.

A special aura suggests new opportunities await you...

He instantly perked up.

Can I see other things?

Kujo nocked: "Whatever you want."

Han Chuanyou walked past her, picked up the vase, and carefully placed it aside. Then, an ancient book appeared in front of him, with four large characters on the cover: "Plum Blossom Divination".

[You have discovered a high-grade Earth-rank technique: the Great Derivation Heavenly Secrets Technique, a powerful deductive algorithm derived from the sixty-four hexagrams of Fuxi. It uses divine sense as the counting rod and the Heavenly Dao as the chessboard to deduce future changes, operating on multiple parallel lines and choosing the best one to follow.]

[Note: Fate cannot be defied; those who go against it will suffer retribution, except for those who possess the Heavenly Sacred Body.]

A high-grade Earth-rank technique, and one that deduces celestial secrets, is much rarer than an offensive technique.

Being able to see the future means being able to avoid risks in advance and make the best choices, which is nothing short of miraculous.

What makes Han Chuanyou feel even more invincible is that he possesses the Heavenly Dao Sacred Body, making him practically the favored son of the Heavenly Dao. While others suffer the loss of lifespan when their fortunes are told, he is directly exempt.

This technique, combined with his own physique, was like adding wings to a tiger.

He suppressed his joy, took the ancient book out of the cabinet, and flipped through a couple of pages. The pages were yellowed and the ink was old, but the handwriting was clear, and the illustrations and annotations were dense and eye-splitting.

“I’m very interested in this book,” he said, closing the book and looking up at Kujou Kitsune with a burning gaze. “Could I borrow it for a few days? I’ll return it to you when I’m done.”

Kujou Kitsune glanced at the traditional Chinese characters on the cover, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked with a hint of surprise, "You can read them?"

"You underestimate me. I am fluent in the Xia language."

Kujo no Kitsune didn't ask any further questions, withdrew his gaze, and nodded slightly: "Take it if you're interested."

Hankawa Yu was overjoyed:

"Fox Feather, I'm about to fall in love with you to death."

"lie."

"I can't really die."

"This is the kind of love I want." Kujou Kitsune smiled brightly and turned around gracefully. "Let's go, it's about time. Come with me to have a meal."

As I opened the door, the living room was filled with the aroma of food. Yuka had already prepared a table full of dishes.

The two sat side by side at one side of the dining table and began their meal.

After lunch, Han Chuanyou let the young lady take a nap with her head on his body before he prepared to leave.

In the spacious bedroom, Kujou Kitsune, having just woken up, noticed that the person in her arms had disappeared. She crossed her legs, sat up, and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, a few strands of hair clinging to her lips, giving her a strangely alluring look.

"Be careful on the road." Kujou Kitsune got out of bed, walked barefoot forward, and buttoned up his open collar one by one, her movements serious. "Remember, you're mine."

The young lady inexplicably exuded a wifely aura at this moment.

“I never said that.”

Han Chuanyou unbuttoned a button; buttoning it too tightly always made her neck feel uncomfortable to turn, and it always felt stiff and not free enough.

Kujou Kitsune gave him a disapproving look.

"I will make you willingly become my plaything."

"I'm afraid that's a bit difficult. Bye-bye, thank you for the gift."

Before leaving, Han Chuanyou gave her a tap on the buttock.

Watching the boy leave, Kujou Kitsune placed his hands behind his back.

She has never liked disobedient people, but when it comes to Han Chuan You Shi, she can't help but give in.

After a moment of silence, she let out a long sigh, her eyes filled with resentment.

After Han Chuanyou left, he asked Hongye to take him back to the mall where he had been before.

The gift the young lady gave to Meiyue felt too casual to be used as a pretext for something else, so after thinking about it, he decided to buy her a cosmetics set instead.

Having lived together for so long, their relationship no longer needed to be measured by the value of gifts to show how much they cared for each other.

"Mizuki, I'm back."

When Han Chuan You returned home, he first went to his room and put away the gift he had given to Mei Yue before going downstairs to the living room.

Mizuki, who was lying on the sofa, placed her phone on the armrest, where a beauty video was playing.

She turned her head and casually asked, "Where did you go just now?"

"It's a secret." Han Chuan You lifted Mei Yue's leg to make room for herself to sit down, and then put Mei Yue's leg back on her.

Han Chuan Mei Yue's lips curled up slightly.

Knowing Han Chuanyou as she did, she knew without a doubt why he had gone out so mysteriously today—most likely to buy her a birthday present.

Although she had already seen through him, she was happy to cooperate with him.

"As soon as he's on vacation, he just goes out and wanders around. He's never home."

……

During this period, Tokyo became even more chaotic and unpredictable because of the Grim Reaper.

Blowing stone house.

As the Tokyo branch of the Dark Light Society, it is quite famous in the entire underworld.

Before closing, Hamabe Umiho welcomed another customer today.

Before me stood a relatively short, stocky man who, judging from his features and build, appeared to be from Southeast Asia.

"I need news about the Grim Reaper," Juan Reyes stated directly, revealing his purpose for coming here.

Chapter 153 Where is it expensive? It's always been this price.

Another guy trying to get news from the Grim Reaper.

These days, Hamabe Umiho has lost count of how many groups of people have come seeking death.

International agents, underground spies, and assassins after the bounty...

In her eyes, these people were incredibly arrogant and ignorant.

The Grim Reaper's methods had already completely won her over.

That unfathomable power, that ability that transcends mortal comprehension, made her feel that being able to do things for him was an immense stroke of luck.

Aside from the occasional quirky sense of humor, no one can resist the allure of such a powerful figure.

Hamabe Uikane had consulted Kanakawa Yu about these people.

The reply was simple: regarding the information about the Grim Reaper, just provide the information the Dark Light Society had previously obtained. In any case, that information was a mix of truth and falsehood, so it wouldn't hurt to provide it.

But more importantly, she needed to find out as much as possible about these people's whereabouts, identities, and purposes, compile the information into a book, and then hand it over to him for processing.

For Han Chuanyou, these people were like experience packs delivered to his doorstep. He wouldn't refuse them; in fact, he secretly looked forward to it.

Appropriate bait is necessary; only then will the fish bite one after another.

Behind the counter, Hamabe Umi was filing her nails with a nail file: "We have news about the Grim Reaper, two hundred thousand dollars a copy."

"So expensive? Is this a rip-off?"