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

It's still a bit difficult for him to extrapolate to this extent.

But is it just that others think it's an accident...?

Han Chuan You pondered whether or not to have a roll call by the Grim Reaper.

Every now and then, a list of the dead is released, and that person is made to experience various accidents in fear before finally dying.

The causal weapon is simply too unsolvable.

At the entrance of the house in the snow, Miss Yuri was tidying up the yard.

"Aunt Lily, I'm back!"

Takahashi Haruna excitedly opened the courtyard gate.

Yukinoshita Yuuki smiled faintly at Hanakawa Yu, then looked at Hina: "Is there any money left?"

"Um..." Takahashi Haruna's eyes darted around. She had wanted to lie, but she had already spent all her money. In the end, under Yukinoshita Yuri's intimidation, she still behaved herself. "There's a little bit left. Consider it a delivery fee?"

Yukinoshita Yuri patted her head: "Alright, come in and take your things inside."

She knew perfectly well that there was definitely plenty left, so she was given a little extra on purpose.

Last time, I deducted her allowance for a week because she was too naughty. Later, seeing how pitiful she was, and wanting to teach her a lesson, I could only make up for it in this way.

"Okay!"

Takahashi Haruna excitedly ran into the house.

Yukinoshita Yuri looked at Hanukawa Yuu again with her beautiful eyes: "Yuu-kun, would you like to come to my house for dinner?"

"No, Mizuki should be finishing cooking soon. Maybe next time."

Yukinoshita Yuri didn't insist. She took a step forward and, like an ordinary elder, straightened his collar, lingering her fingertips on his neck for a while.

She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his neck, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Yu-kun, come to my room tonight..."

???

!!!

Han Chuan You didn't react for a moment: "Miss Yuri?"

“You heard me right,” she said, a gentle smile playing on her lips, “You don’t want your sister to know either…”

However, halfway through her threat, the woman seemed to be provoked by her own words, letting out a seductive moan and blushing.

This is outrageous...

He, the mighty Grim Reaper, was actually threatened by a woman who couldn't even kill a chicken.

Han Chuanyou stared at the woman's beautiful face and finally agreed in a humiliating manner.

"I see."

He was so afraid that their relationship would be exposed to Mizuki.

Chapter 158 Let me see, the underwear thief

As night deepens, the residential areas become quiet much earlier than the bustling city center.

An unknown insect chirped intermittently outside the window. Han Chuanyou finished digesting a Spirit Gathering Pill and opened his pupils.

A glint of inspiration flashed in his eyes.

His dantian was full of spiritual energy. He touched his stomach and felt a fullness, which made him feel very satisfied.

The next step is to try to liquefy spiritual energy, officially break through the Foundation Establishment stage, and reach the realm of advanced Foundation Establishment cultivation.

Han Chuanyou curled his lips. The spiritual energy within his body had increased many times over compared to the beginning. He was increasingly looking forward to that new level. At that time, ordinary weapons would probably be no match for him.

Even someone as powerful as him had to submit to the tyranny of mortals when faced with threats.

He sighed.

Has it finally come to this?

My divine sense probed the Yukinoshita family next door, where Miss Yuri was leaning against the headboard, as if waiting for something.

Why would someone ask you to go there in the middle of the night?

He felt that if he didn't go this time, Miss Lily would probably sneak over and knock on his door next time.

Despite having a deep understanding of Miss Lily's obsessive nature, he was still unsure.

If she really wanted his body, under her threat, he would probably have no choice but to offer himself up with tears in his eyes.

When the time comes and he faces Mizuki, all he can say is sorry, I can't go back...

He hesitated for a moment, then got up.

Filled with grief and indignation, and with absolutely no expectation, he slowly got off the bed and put on his slippers.

He opened the sliding door to the balcony, touched the ground with his toes, and leaped up, landing silently on the opposite balcony.

The balcony door wasn't locked from the inside, so it seems they were prepared in advance.

Han Chuan You opened the door and went in, scanning the area towards Yang Cai's bedroom with his divine sense. At that moment, the girl was lying on the bed playing on her phone, her little feet swinging in the air, looking very relaxed.

A strange sense of excitement inexplicably arose in his heart.

Finally, he arrived at Miss Lily's door and opened the door that had led him into depravity.

The bedroom was filled with warm light. Yukinoshita Yuri leaned against the headboard, holding a book in her hands.

Seeing him approach, her eyes curved slightly, she raised her hand and patted the ground beside her, saying softly, "You-jun actually came. Come and sit here."

Han Chuan walked slowly over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Why did Miss Lily ask me to come over tonight?"

Yukinoshita Yuri got up and pressed her body against Yukinoshita.

"I want you to be my subject..."

A blush rose on her cheeks, her delicate face so close to his that he could see his reflection in her eyes. Her breath carried a faint orchid scent, which seemed to smell like toothpaste.

"what?"

Han Chuan You didn't react for a moment.

The woman lowered her eyes, seemingly finding it difficult to speak:

"My main job is writing novels. Recently, readers have said that the physiques of the male protagonists in my novels don't have a vivid image, which is bothering me a bit. So, I'll just consider it for the sake of my career..."

What types of novels require looking at other people's bodies?

Han Chuan You expressed doubt: Could it be that Miss Yuri wrote a peach story?

Seeing what he meant, Yukinoshita Yuri explained, "No, I write mystery novels, but because the majority of my audience is female, I add a lot of romance elements..."

Han Chuanyou understood perfectly. Wasn't this just a case of wanting to write a strange plot but not being able to come up with anything to use as material? As the primary source of inspiration, even mystery novels were no exception, and he understood perfectly.

"So, Yu-kun, let me see it quickly."

Miss Lily pinched the hem of his clothes with her fingertips.

"Miss Lily!"

Help! There's a female hooligan here!

Han Chuan You was unable to "resist" and was eventually stripped of his clothes.

"Miss Lily, let's skip the upstairs area; this place is really not suitable."

"I want to see..."

"Hiss..."

The noise Miss Lily was making was simply unbearable.

I don't know how much time passed...

Han Chuanyou wrapped herself in the blanket, her face full of grievance and indignation, looking like she had been played by a scumbag woman.

"Is it okay now?"

"That's fine, Yu-kun is full of energy."

Yukinoshita closed the tablet case, which was covered with detailed notes. An alluring blush rose on her cheeks, radiating a unique sense of satisfaction.

"How can I repay you, Yu-kun? Anything is acceptable."

"Whatever the conditions?"

Han Chuan You subconsciously repeated her words, his divine sense constantly observing Hina's side.

Suddenly, he noticed that Hina got out of bed, rummaged through drawers and cupboards in the room, and finally ran out of the room, as if she was coming this way.

The scene before me was very strange no matter how you looked at it.

If Hina finds out, and the explanation is that she was helping Yuri gather information, who would believe that? Hina may seem silly and cute, but she's definitely not stupid.

He immediately reminded her, "Yin Cai is coming over."

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita Yuri didn't doubt his words at all. She picked up the clothes on the ground, stuffed them into the blanket, and then lifted the blanket and pressed herself down on him.

Hina opened the door, her voice urgent: "Aunt Yuri, have you seen my charger? My phone is about to turn off."

The phone was playing game sound effects; the reason for this urgency was probably that I was playing a game when my phone suddenly warned me that the battery was low.

Han Chuanyou felt as if he were sinking into Miss Lily's soft and warm body, like cotton. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.

Yukino Yuri peeked out, her cheeks flushed with a charming blush, and said casually, "When I was tidying up your desk, I think I just casually stuffed it into your bedside table."

"is it?"

Takahashi Haruna was engrossed in the game on her phone and didn't notice that Yukinoshita Yuri looked quite large under the covers. She responded and hurriedly ran back to her room.

With a click, the door closed, and Yukinoshita Yuri turned her head to the ground beneath her, sniffing his scent.

"Yu-kun...this is **, isn't it?"

Yes, yes!

wrong!

"You already know Miss Lily, why are you asking?"

"This is my fault, and I will take responsibility."

Yukinoshita Yuri pressed her body close to him, nestled in his arms, and pressed her delicate cheek against his neck, bringing a soft, wet sensation.

She looked up again and whispered in Han Chuan You's ear with her uniquely gentle and indulgent words, "It's okay, enjoy yourself..."

She uttered an onomatopoeic word.

The blankets were damp and hot, and Han Chuanyou felt that the soft body in his arms was incredibly hot.

Finally, Han Chuan You lifted the blanket.

"Miss Lily, you really are..."

"Because Yu-kun seems to like it very much."

These words immediately shut down what Han Chuan You was about to say.

"Well... I'll take my leave now."

"Um... Thank you for your help today, Yu-kun. Can I contact you next time if I need anything?"

Han Chuan You paused in his dressing.

There's absolutely no reason to refuse.

"We'll see."

He wasn't even wearing a shirt; he grabbed his clothes, opened the door, and left quickly.

Behind her, Yukinoshita Yuri's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing had not yet calmed down. She took a deep breath of the remaining scent of Han Chuan You, without any intention of dealing with it, and covered herself up with the blanket again, burying herself deep under the blanket, as if she wanted to retain all his scent.

……

Han Chuan You still didn't know what kind of novel content Miss Baihe was supposedly researching for that day.

"Mizuki, I can never go back..."

Han Chuan You sighed deeply, took a big gulp of milk, looked at Mizuki in front of him, and sighed.