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

This time, Han Chuanyou pressed her down directly, the two facing each other, their breaths filling the air between them, and she could feel a clear sense of pressure in front of her.

He admired Meiyue's fair and delicate oval face, and said with a smile:

"Let's stop here. You're the best, Mizuki. Please forgive your brother this once."

As he spoke, Han Chuanyou touched the tip of her nose with his lips.

Han Chuan Mei Yue turned her face away, her expression cold, and remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't react, Han Chuanyou tried to kiss her rosy, full lips again, but Meiyue blocked him with her palm.

"Let me go."

The voice clearly showed some dissatisfaction.

"Alright." Han Chuanyou knew when to stop, so he immediately got up, took her hand and pulled her up, and said with a smile, "I'm hungry, Meiyue, it's time to cook."

"There's no food to eat, so just go hungry."

Han Chuan Mei Yue brought her legs together and pulled her skirt down a little.

"Please, Mizuki, I was wrong. I was just kidding. Please don't take it seriously."

Han Chuanyou hugged her arm and shook it, just like when she was a child and begged for her forgiveness.

Han Chuan Mei Yue narrowed her eyes, her gaze still dangerous: "Bend over and I'll give you a few slaps and then I'll forgive you."

Han Chuanyou immediately shook his head: "This is really not possible. It concerns my dignity as a man."

"Then what about my dignity as the eldest sister?"

Han Chuanyou leaned on her shoulder, a smile playing on his lips: "It's nothing, Meiyue. Anyway, you'll be under me sooner or later. Apart from this, Meiyue, I'll do anything you want."

Don't try to be all frivolous with me.

What could Han Chuan Mei Yue do to him? She couldn't possibly kick him out of the house.

She gave a reproachful look and said, "I'm going to cook."

"I love you to death, Mizuki."

That's why he loves Miyuki so much.

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Night falls.

With Earth Escape Technique and Wind Control Technique activated alternately, Han Chuan You's figure swiftly traversed the Tokyo night.

He emerged silently from the exterior wall of a building, his figure soaring into the air like a night bird, disappearing in a flash amidst the neon lights of the city.

The next second, he emerged from another building. To him, the entire city was nothing more than an unobstructed wilderness.

If you were to ask where the most chaotic place in Tokyo is, Adachi Ward would definitely be on the list, where theft, robbery, and violent fights occur almost daily.

And this is also his destination tonight.

The border area between Adachi Ward and Arakawa Ward, in particular, is a melting pot of all sorts of people, where countless crimes are hidden.

When he walked out of a secluded alley, he had changed his appearance and looked like an ordinary office worker.

To be honest, this was his first time here. Although he had heard about the situation here before, the scene in front of him still surprised him.

Garbage was everywhere, and there was an indescribable stench in the air. Various notices about crime regulations posted by the police could be seen on the walls.

Witnessing these scenes, and recalling those comments about how clean island nations are, Han Chuan You could only laugh. Even in a safe place like Nakano Ward, there are still many dirty and chaotic areas.

It's easy to imagine how ignorant someone is to say something like that.

He released the paper puppets, constantly shifting his perspective as he searched the surrounding area for his target for the night.

Before long, the roar of a motorcycle engine came from behind, growing louder as it approached.

Han Chuan You turned his head away.

Not far away, a lone woman with a shoulder bag was walking along the roadside, having just finished her night shift.

The motorcycle roared past her, and the man on the back, wearing a full-face helmet, suddenly reached out and grabbed the shoulder strap of her bag.

The woman screamed as she was dragged to the ground and pulled for three or four meters, losing one of her shoes in the process.

She clung tightly to the bag strap, refusing to let go. Inside was her newly received salary, money for her child's medical medicine; she couldn't let it be taken away.

As she was dragged, her body scraped against the rough asphalt, making a dull, grating sound. Her clothes tore, and her skin burned with pain, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let go.

Seeing that she still wouldn't let go, the man in the back seat pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, deflected the blade, and swung it at her wrist.

The woman screamed in terror and finally let go. Her handbag was snatched away, and she collapsed on the roadside, covered in injuries, her eyes filled with despair.

With the bag in hand, the person on the back seat let out a strange cry, and the motorcycle suddenly accelerated, the engine roaring loudly as it charged straight toward Han Chuan You.

Seeing this, Han Chuanyou's eyes suddenly turned cold.

A drive-by robbery, complete with a knife—that's incredibly audacious.

Chapter 66 Burned to Ashes, Paying to Be Green-Haired

Han Chuan You stopped in his tracks.

The motorcycle roared closer and charged straight at him.

Seeing that he didn't move, the people on the bus assumed he was going to meddle and shouted, "Hey kid in front! Get lost!"

Han Chuanyou turned to the side, and just as the motorcycle brushed past him, he reached out and grabbed the shoulder bag that the man on the back seat was carrying under his arm.

The man felt an immense force, and his hand went empty; the bag was gone. The huge pulling force caused the motorcycle to lurch violently, almost throwing him and the motorcycle off the road.

"You're asking for death, aren't you?!"

The man in the back seat steadied himself and turned around to glare at him fiercely.

The person in the front seat also gripped the brakes, preparing to turn around and teach this reckless guy a lesson.

Before they could turn around, police lights flashed in their rearview mirror, and the headlights of a patrol car were coming from the other end of the street. The roar of a motorcycle must have attracted their attention.

"Just you wait!"

The man uttered a harsh remark, patted his companion on the shoulder, and the motorcycle roared off again, turning a corner and disappearing into the night.

Thank you! Thank you!

The woman staggered over, clutching her recovered handbag, bowing repeatedly, her fingers trembling as she unzipped the purse and reached for the money inside.

"You're welcome." Han Chuanyou waved his hand. "Go to the hospital to get your injuries checked."

He turned and left.

The woman opened her mouth, wanting to ask for contact information, but the figure had already walked away.

Han Chuanyou turned into a dirty and messy alley.

Are you going to make me wait? Then I'll just offer myself up.

He simply didn't want to cause trouble for others.

He lowered his body, using earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape into the ground), and in the high sky, the paper puppet looked down at the entire block, taking in the motorcycle's movements. He then sped after the motorcycle.

Having anticipated the motorcycle's route, Han Chuanyou revealed himself at the entrance of an alleyway by the roadside.

A ferocious Asura mask covered his face, and his aura suddenly turned cold and sharp.

With a wave of his hand, a long black whip appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Motorcycles roared past the alley entrance.

With a flick of his wrist, Han Chuanyou's whip instantly extended, slicing through the air like a serpent and bursting forth.

The whip tip got tangled around the two people on the motorcycle, and he yanked it sharply.

"what!"

The two men broke several ribs instantly due to the sudden stop, and the irresistible force ripped them off the road along with their motorcycle, sending them crashing into the depths of the alley.

The metal rubbed violently against the ground, sending up a string of dazzling sparks.

"you!"

The man in the back seat clutched his head, which was throbbing from the fall, and looked up to see the hideous Asura mask in front of him. His pupils contracted sharply.

The man in the front seat had also gotten up, and the arrogance on his face turned into fear.

"Death...Death?!"

Han Chuanyou didn't speak, but simply raised the whip in his hand. Karmic fire rose from the whip, and the dark red flames were like a venomous snake awakening and flicking its tongue.

"You are guilty."

“I…we…”

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Just as the two were about to beg for mercy, before they could finish speaking, the long whip came down and struck them.

The karmic fire that ignited did not directly burn their skin, but seeped into their flesh and bones, and penetrated deep into their souls.

The man in the back seat who was responsible for snatching the items froze, his pupils dilating suddenly.

The dimly lit alleyway in front of them disappeared, replaced by the faces of the victims they had robbed.

The women who were dragged down, the men who were stabbed, the elderly who were thrown off their motorcycles and suffered head injuries...

Screams, cries, pleas—all the sounds flooded his eardrums like a tidal wave.

"Ah! No—"

He clutched his head, his body convulsing violently, feeling a pain that seemed to penetrate his very soul.

The fire of karma burned within him, scorching his soul, making him feel the sins he had committed and every bit of pain he had inflicted on others.

The homeless man who had his welfare money stolen by them last winter eventually froze to death in his tent due to cold and hunger.

And the old lady he dragged down, her head hit the road, bleeding profusely, and she never woke up again.

At this moment, his body felt as if it were in extreme cold, and the back of his head felt as if it had been repeatedly struck by a blunt object, his skull on the verge of cracking.

"Cold! So cold... It hurts... It hurts so much!"

The man in the front seat also fell to the ground and rolled around, bleeding from his seven orifices. Then, his blood, like fuel, was ignited and burst into dark red flames.

They felt the pain of each victim, whether physical or psychological.

The despair of having your livelihood stolen, the fear of being slashed by a sharp blade, the pain of being dragged along and having your flesh rubbed against your skin...

All the evil they had suffered backfired on them at that moment.

The karmic fire burned ever brighter.

Dark red flames spread outward from the two men's bodies, engulfing their limbs, torsos, and heads.

They opened their mouths, but no sound came out, because their vocal cords had been burned, and dark red flames were coming out of their mouths.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with endless fear and remorse.

But repentance came too late.

The flames licked the air, making a faint crackling sound.

A few minutes later, the fire went out, leaving only two piles of grayish-white ashes on the ground, which were scattered in the dirty alley by the night wind.

Han Chuanyou put away his long whip, his eyes behind the mask showing no emotion.

You have killed two evil demonic cultivators and seized 30 low-grade spirit stones.

What a worthless piece of trash.

He turned around, his body sinking into the ground and disappearing into the night in an instant.

In the alley, only ashes remained, drifting in the wind like ghosts with nowhere to go.

The experiment is over.

The power of a Xuan-rank magic weapon is indeed great, and it is indeed satisfying to deal with these scumbags, but it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. It is fine to deal with one or two people, but it becomes troublesome when there are many people. Therefore, the main weapon should still be Qingling.

One slash and you're done for a Japanese head, that's no worse than this.

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