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

A warm feeling welled up in Han Chuan Mei Yue's heart, as if she were filled with honey.

"You really missed me, so you pass."

She rolled over, pinning him beneath her, opened her lips, and pressed her bright, delicate face against his, kissing his handsome features before moving downwards.

She missed him terribly; she even dreamed about him last night. She was clearly completely inseparable from that brat.

"Meiyue..."

"Lie down obediently and let me eat you..."

"Yes, ma'am, I love you to death, Mizuki..."

Han Chuanyou gently stroked the top of her hair.

"How much do you love me?" Han Chuan Mei Yue looked up, her moist lips captivating.

"I love it so much."

Chapter 229 Mizuki had a great time.

The futuristic scene of an Israeli warplane being destroyed by a special weapon during the day was captured on video by civilians and quickly spread online.

In no time, the video was pushed to people all over the world by major mainstream platforms, and within a few hours, the related topic occupied the top of the trending charts in more than a dozen countries.

This is one of the few battle scenes involving the Grim Reaper that have been shown to the world.

More and more people are beginning to believe that the so-called Grim Reaper may very well possess weapons far beyond the current scope of human understanding.

Whether it's a super mutant secretly researched by a certain country, combined with unknown technology for practical testing on the Middle Eastern battlefield, or a sign of contact with some real extraterrestrial civilization, opinions vary.

But one thing is certain: all countries have turned their attention back to the Middle East.

In Tokyo, where there is still a degree of order, these people would be hesitant to act. However, in the Middle East, a chaotic place, many countries have room to maneuver.

The Metropolitan Police Department.

The departure of Death from Tokyo was a win-win situation for them. They didn't care about being criticized by the public for so long. The most important thing was that they no longer had to bear the pressure from above and could continue to be the tax thief in the eyes of the public.

Class Zero is located at the top of the building.

After finishing organizing today's case files, Tanaka Tsukasa picked up his briefcase and prepared to leave work. The departure of Death from Tokyo was indeed a good thing for the Metropolitan Police Department.

But for him, that's not necessarily true.

Congress's investment in Section Zero has only just begun. Training emergency response teams, recruiting elite personnel, and developing specialized weapons against Death all require huge financial investments.

The island nation's finances are already tight, and it's unknown whether they will suddenly cut Section Zero. With the Grim Reaper gone from Tokyo, these people are practically useless.

The hole he had created had been filled by someone else after he left, and he began to worry about his future again. Suddenly, he felt that it wasn't a big deal for Death to stay in Tokyo and cause trouble from time to time.

……

The twilight outside the window gradually deepened.

In the living room, the warm lighting, which has remained almost unchanged for more than ten years, casts a warm glow on the slightly rustic furniture.

Han Chuan You and Mei Yue in his arms embraced tightly. The woman's mature and beautiful face was flushed, and her eyes were tinged with a hazy blush.

Han Chuanyou took a bite in front of her and said irritably, "You actually ate it when I told you to?"

Meiyue rested her chin on his shoulder, her neck was smooth and warm, and the softness of his chest pressing against her thighs was obvious.

A seductive voice, with a hooked ending, reached his ears:

"You're being smug again, Xiaoyou. Come on, let me see where your limits are..."

Having tasted the sweetness, she patted Han Chuan You on the back of the head as encouragement.

After having a talk with Hamabe Umiho, Kanakawa Mizuki has completely given up on life.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"I don't care about my life, I want you. You are a part of my life. Don't worry, today I am..."

When Han Chuan Mei Yue spoke sweet words, it made people feel weak all over. She pressed her lips to his earlobe, hooked her arms around his neck, and held him tightly as if she wanted to embrace his whole body and never let go.

Han Chuan You gently felt the incredibly smooth skin of Mizuki's body and patted her from behind.

She opened her beautiful peach blossom eyes, gave him a charmingly disdainful look, released him, and slowly turned around, supporting herself on the sofa.

Han Chuanyou wrapped his arms around her waist, opened his mouth and bit her fair and smooth neck. The fine sweat on her skin carried a faint salty taste, mixed with her familiar fragrance.

Han Chuan You was completely absorbed in it.

"Meiyue..."

“Xiao You…”

The two responded in unison, putting everything else out of their minds.

I couldn't cook dinner, so I relied on food delivery and ordered Chinese food from a nearby restaurant.

The two snuggled together on the sofa, using the coffee table as a dining table.

Han Chuan You put on a nightgown.

Mizuki, on the other hand, let loose and leaned on his shoulder, glancing sideways at the red marks all over his open blue police shirt, which made her heart flutter again.

"Give me another one."

"Here you go." Han Chuanyou fed her a piece of pork rib.

Han Chuan Meiyue munched on ribs, her stomach rumbling with hunger, yet she still felt full of energy.

It seems that more exercise is beneficial; she attributed all the credit for this success to her regular exercise routine.

Han Chuan Mei Yue accepted the other party's feeding, opened her mouth and ate a mouthful of rice, rubbing her lower abdomen as she chewed: "Xiao You, you're not good either. People say that you have to make someone feel weak all over to be considered good."

Han Chuan You pinched her in an annoyed tone.

Why do you think you can be so lively and energetic? The spiritual energy of the Sweet Dew Technique deserves a lot of credit.

"Yes, yes, I'm no good. Lady Mizuki is much better; she can easily manipulate me."

A few grains of rice were sprinkled onto the white grease, their whiteness complementing each other perfectly.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Han Chuanyou lowered his head and ate it.

Han Chuan Mei Yue slapped his head: "You rascal."

"It's all thanks to Mizuki's excellent teaching."

[By exchanging Daoist techniques with fellow cultivators, your spiritual power has been amplified...]

Han Chuan You, who was eating, was stunned for a moment.

Is this even possible? They really teach well.

The spiritual energy within his body surged continuously, eventually converging in his dantian.

His cultivation level was rising rapidly, and he was about to break through to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, but he stopped at the last moment.

He looked intently at Meiyue, then turned his head, brushing his face against her thick, soft hair, and said seriously:

"Mizuki, I need your help in my cultivation."

"Go away, we'll talk about you when we need you."

Han Chuan Mei Yue pushed her head away from his face, peeled the shrimp, bit into the shrimp meat and ate it, threw away the shrimp shell, and licked her fingertips. She didn't look at him at all, looking like a heartless woman who would kick him aside after she was full.

Han Chuanyou was filled with grief and indignation: "What do you take me for?"

"What do you think? He's just a brat."

One thing at a time, physical indulgence does not mean overturning existing relationships.

Mizuki Hanakawa decided to separate the two matters.

What is the connection between the pervert who ate Xiaoyou and Hanchuan Meiyue, who is an elder?

Absolutely not!

She is an outstanding graduate of the Faculty of Law at the University of Tokyo, a top member of the Gold Watch Group, and the most popular section chief in the Metropolitan Police Department. She is a model of outstanding young people in our time. Would she do something like this?

"You good-for-nothing Meiyue, you've misplaced your trust."

"You've already eaten your fill and you're still not satisfied? If you come any more, our stomachs will be full..."

Mizuki Hanakawa decided to take a proper shower after dinner, even though it was supposed to be safe, the risks were still there.

At Hanchuan You's age, it's best not to become an "oh-do-san" so early.

Thinking about this, a strong sense of guilt washed over me again.

“Xiao You…”

"what happened?"

"If you dare call the police, you're dead."

"Based on your behavior when you were a child, you should have been reported to the newspaper by now, and if you were to actually call the police, it would have been you, Mizuki, who answered the phone."

"Stop talking..."

As always, they let things take their natural course. Their relationship had long since reached its limit, and their way of getting along remained unchanged.

With the final exams at the end of the month drawing ever closer, the kendo club has temporarily suspended training these past few days.

Compared to other schools in Tokyo, Harukawa's deviation score, along with its tuition fees, is second to none.

It brings together almost all the best students in Tokyo, who will go on to attend various top universities. Everyone has their own unique pride.

Putting everything else aside, I don't want to fall behind in my studies.

After school, Nakamura Taito turned around and said, "Kankawa, let me see your math notes."

"I thought you were going to stay up all night watching anime."

"Stop talking, none of the new anime series in June are watchable, they're getting worse and worse."

"There are a few adult anime, though."

The newly released anime series featuring older female characters has greatly pleased Han Chuanyu. The older sister is still top-notch, although the art style has some minor flaws, but these do not detract from the overall excellence.

"Han Chuan, you're tempting me!"

Han Chuan You took out his math notebook and handed it to him: "Want some?"

Nakamura Taito suddenly leaned closer and whispered, "Good brother, let's talk in private."

"I'll send it to you when I get home."

"Kanchuan, you wait." Nakamura Taito realized that today's study plan was going to be ruined again.

"Consider this my punishment for you, you little black-faced brat."

Han Chuanyou is known for holding grudges, and the anti-Han Chuanyou alliance is growing stronger, largely thanks to this hater leader.

……

In the Middle East, the Grim Reaper's operations continue.

Khan Younis Field Command Center, northern Gaza.

It houses the main command post of the 98th Elite Airborne Division, making it the largest and most comprehensive frontline military hub in the entire Gaza Strip, and the core dispatch point for operations such as demolition, sweeping, and tunnel clearing.

As night falls, the place remains brightly lit.

Han Chuan You's purpose tonight is this.

He couldn't wait a moment longer; he was ready to remove all the thorns in the ground and then, with lightning speed, slaughter all those beasts to vent his anger.

Inside the concentration camp where prisoners of war were held.

Several prisoners of war were stripped naked and forced to lie face down on the ground by a group of soldiers with guns pointed at them.

It's uncertain whether these so-called prisoners of war are actually from hostile units; some are even neutral journalists and medical personnel.

Anyone deemed harmful to their country, such as reporting their atrocities or helping those they identify as Hamas, will be arrested and sent to prisoner-of-war camps and placed under strict guard.

Behind him, three heavenly soldiers, each holding a dog, seemed to be waiting for something.

A soldier sprayed some special medicine on one of the prisoners of war.

Then, you could feel that the military dogs became noticeably excited.

"Slow down, slow down, don't rush..."