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

Han Chuanyou was forced to press down on her.

Yukinoshita Yuri brought her nose close to his neck, then moved to his lips.

Their lips met, and a soft, satisfied hum escaped her nose.

Seemingly dissatisfied, she gently patted his back and whispered, "Be more proactive..."

Han Chuanyou was speechless for a moment.

Miss Lily, is it really okay for you to be so direct?

Since that's the case, Han Chuanyou no longer restrained himself, his hand tracing over her soft leg, gradually moving upwards...

After an unknown amount of time, the two embraced, feeling each other's body heat.

Han Chuanyou pressed his forehead against hers, and then, as if remembering something, asked her, "How old is Miss Baihe?"

"Can't you feel it, Yuuki?" Yukinoshita Yuri's cheeks flushed with a charming blush as she raised her hand and pressed it against the back of his hand through the thin nightgown in front of her. "I'm pregnant."

Han Chuan You remained silent for a moment.

"No, I mean age."

Yukinoshita Yuri opened her hazy eyes, looking somewhat conflicted, before finally speaking slowly: "I'm thirty-something now, Yu-kun, do you think I'm too old?"

"No, she's not old at all. Miss Lily looks like a college student. When she walks with me, people at most think she's my older sister."

Han Chuanyou was afraid that she was too young and that after taking the Rejuvenation Pill, her face would turn back into that of a teenage girl.

He then asked:

"Miss Lily, what do you want...?"

"what?"

Yukinoshita Yuri didn't understand what he meant at first.

Han Chuanyou didn't explain much, but instead produced a pink pill with a floral fragrance and placed it to her lips:

"Eat this."

Yukinoshita Yuri glanced at it, and without much hesitation, opened her lips and put it in her mouth, as if she would swallow even poison in one gulp.

The warmth of her fingertips was fleeting. After she swallowed it, Han Chuanyou took out another Qi and Blood Pill. The pill was dark red and had a faint herbal fragrance.

"Oh, right, and this too."

Yukinoshita Yuri glanced at him again, without any hesitation.

"Miss Lily, aren't you going to ask anything?"

Yukinoshita Yuri nestled comfortably in his arms, shook her head, and then asked, "Were you the one that day?"

"Ah."

"That's enough."

Yuri smiled gently at Yuki.

"Just because of that?"

"Because of this, but not only that, Yu-kun is a very good person, and he deserves..."

Her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness, as if she had already decided on him.

A moment later, the blush on the woman's face deepened, the blood flow in her veins accelerated, a surge of heat coursed through her body, and her skin became burning hot.

"Yu-kun, I'm so hot."

She pressed herself against Han Chuanyou's body, using his slightly cool body temperature to relieve the heat generated by her continuously improving physical condition.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a bit."

The warm, fragrant body in his arms felt like a hot water bottle to Han Chuanyou, making him feel incredibly comfortable.

He slowly channeled spiritual energy into her body through his palm, helping her to digest the medicinal effects.

Yukinoshita Yuri felt an inexhaustible energy that she needed to unleash.

Her shimmering eyes glistened with tears as she leaned closer, their foreheads touching, and rubbed against each other.

"Yu-kun, please help me."

How can I help?

A ripple of emotion stirred within Han Chuanyou's heart.

"Mmm..." Yukinoshita Yuri's lips brushed against his chin, then kissed his lips again. After pulling away, she exchanged breaths with him. "I'll teach you."

"……All right."

The woman's suggestion was impossible to refuse, and Han Chuan You gave up struggling.

Before he could make a move, the woman slowly slipped out of his arms.

Han Chuanyou's palm lost its warmth, only to be replaced by an even hotter temperature.

Her soft calves gently brushed against his arm.

Han Chuan let out a long sigh of relief.

outside the window.

The sky darkened, plunging the room into darkness. The surrounding sounds gradually faded away, as if everything inside had fallen silent.

Tokyo at the end of June is in the rainy season.

A light drizzle began to fall, nourishing everything silently, carrying the warmth of early summer and making the night feel somewhat muggy.

A muffled rumble of thunder sounded in the distance, and the rain suddenly intensified, making everything in the world damp.

The wind and rain swayed, and everything gradually calmed down after the distant birdsong.

The feeling of fullness changed in Han Chuan You's embrace.

Yukinoshita Yuri's cheek was pressed against his, her beautiful face flushed and still warm, her breath hot against his neck, tickling him.

"Hmph... Yu-kun, thank you..."

"You're welcome."

Han Chuan Youzhen really didn't know who was taking advantage of whom.

Yukinoshita Yuri only then realized the abnormality within herself. She clenched her fist, feeling the surging power within her, and her eyes showed some surprise.

She smiled gently, raised her hand and ruffled Han Chuan You's hair as if she were a baby: "You-kun is amazing. I'm leaving now, but I'll come back if I need anything."

Without asking any further questions, Yukinoshita Yuri leaned against his chest and reluctantly got up.

Watching the other person reopen the sliding door, she turned back to look at him one last time before helping to close the door.

Judging from Miss Lily's unconscious actions just now, her physique has improved a lot. If it were him before he started cultivating immortality, he felt that she could have extracted his soul.

Han Chuan You closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

He has an exam tomorrow, so he plans to go to bed early.

Chapter 238 Self-Destruction, Continued Harvesting

Lowell, who once made outrageous remarks, claiming that the entire country of Lebanon was Israel's playground, was judged by death in the street, causing a major earthquake throughout Israel.

His power was comparable to that of the Prime Minister, earning him the nickname "Dark Emperor." He held a pivotal position in the country, and Lowell's death served as a wake-up call for other Israeli leaders.

The power vacuum created by the power vacuum has led to greater chaos in the political arena.

Despite Israel's best efforts to cover up the news, they never expected that the message sent by Death the next day would quickly make Lowell's death known to everyone.

On the dark web, Death posted another tweet.

The image shows Lowell wearing a white cap, raising his hand as if making a statement, but it has now been turned into black and white with a bright red cross drawn on it.

The caption reads: "[Self-destruction, this is just the first.]"

The extremely arrogant remarks infuriated some people, but also chilled others to the bone.

The news quickly spread throughout the world.

Inside an underground bunker in Tel Aviv, an online meeting about death is taking place.

The appearance of death in the country has made most officials afraid to show their faces in public.

The Prime Minister's face was grim.

Lowell died just like that.

Although the other party was at odds with him and he had always been hampered by Lowell, his death this time would allow him to completely take control of military power.

But his death also shows that death has actually appeared in Tel Aviv. He was just the first one. Will he be the next one to die?

"How did Death find his location? Is there something wrong inside?"

In the video, CIA Director Heath shakes his head:

"The possibility is extremely low. Minister Lowell came to talk to you on short notice. There was no opportunity for the news to leak out. The accompanying military and police have also thoroughly investigated the matter and found no problems."

The Prime Minister closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He didn't quite believe it.

It couldn't have been just bad luck.

Just then, the air raid siren sounded again overhead, and shortly afterward, several faint explosions traveled through the thick concrete into the underground bunker.

The Israeli Prime Minister seemed used to it; with a sullen face, he picked up his coffee and took a sip.

Having reached this point of no return, they have no way out.

He paused for a moment, pondering whether he should go to America to avoid the storm.

But if that's the case...

Without his presence to stabilize the domestic situation, if others seize the opportunity to force him to step down, his fate will not be good either. Some might even blame everything on him, trying to buy his life with death.

His stubbornness turned into a double bind, and his expression grew increasingly gloomy.

"Strengthen the defenses here! Don't let a single fly in!"

He did not plan to leave the underground bunker during this period.

Over the years of war, this military bunker named Zion has become increasingly sophisticated, filled with entertainment, religious, and various military facilities, and is heavily fortified enough to withstand a nuclear attack.

Moreover, it has various hidden emergency escape exits, so if Death dares to break in, he has countless ways to escape.

With this thought in mind, he felt somewhat reassured and continued to give instructions:

"Implement a citywide curfew. Find the Grim Reaper and kill him without warning, no need to report."

"Yes."

David, the head of the National Security Agency, immediately responded that he was on the Prime Minister's side and would take over most of the work from the Minister of Security after his death.

After the meeting, the Israeli Prime Minister repeatedly reminded himself of these lessons.

The war cannot stop; they are God's people, and God will not abandon them.

Everything they did was for survival, even at the cost of the lives of the lowly.

……

The meeting is adjourned.

David Gurian closed his notebook. He had been in the command post for a long time; he had just returned home a couple of days ago to see his son.

He had intended to stay a little longer, but Death's actions yesterday had served as a wake-up call, and he had to return to the command post to await orders.

"Alright, Yolan, listen to the nanny at home, behave yourself lately, and don't get into fights at school."

David put his arm around the young nanny's waist and, in front of Yoran, gave her a deep kiss. After they parted, his tone carried the indifference of someone in a superior position.

"I'm entrusting Yoran to you."

"No problem..." The woman stiffened slightly and responded softly.

His wife was driven to despair by his repeated infidelity and subsequent alcoholism, which led to physical abuse and the exhaustion of all her affection and patience.

The two are now living apart for a long time and are like strangers.

In David's narrow-minded and arrogant mind, this was not a mistake at all.