Thus, the youth arrived at his eighteenth year.

After summer, the second semester of third grade began. There were the sports festival, the cultural festival, and Christmas. Mainly, I will write about Christmas.

On Christmas, he visited his sister’s grave, then wrote a bit about Tsukimiya Jinguji’s middle school days. The main focus was on how wonderfully his life had become now, almost to the point of forgetting his sister.

He went on to study at the University of Tokyo’s Faculty of Letters, majoring in social psychology.

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This autumn’s cultural festival was no different from previous years—still the students’ wild celebration.

He turned around unhurriedly, raised his right hand, and warned him with an extended index finger. Seemingly intimidated by his even darker and more terrifying aura, his brother-in-law’s expression turned pale, and he stopped in his tracks, no longer advancing.

“Yuxi, wait. Can I say a few words to you?” Ye Ning called out anxiously from behind.

Something unrecognizable, with those same unblinking eyes fixed on her, stared back. It even revealed an eerie smile, the head wobbling on its neck as if about to fall off, the hand gripping her arm torn and bloody.

Not far from escaping, she saw Zhou Zhitong crouched in the corner, endlessly drawing circles on the ground.

He was slightly surprised. He had always known the man was resolute, but he never imagined such resolve—to abandon everything for Tu Ying.

Zhu Manfu watched Ma Yunshan flirt coquettishly in Xu Shitao’s embrace, gloomily downed several drinks to ease his mood, then planned that once Xu Shitao and Qu Manting left, he would take Ma Yunshan to a hotel.

The eldest sister returned to the sofa, utterly distraught. Silently, she drank a glass of water and then spoke slowly.

“You have already guessed my identity. Though I am an assassin from the Rakshasa Tower, I would never kill my lifesaver,” Xiao Yun said calmly, yet she had no intention of leaving immediately.

With a “thud,” the joints in the arm creaked as Manager Liu was forcefully pushed back several steps, staggering and nearly falling.

Seeing Han Anran unwilling to help, and feeling the conversation was pointless, Wang Xu decided not to waste any more breath.

Blue Flame looked anxiously at the withered guards. He knew that if he escaped without finding the Grizzly Bear and that mournful Ah Niu who had wept for Xiao Yan, and if he didn’t summon the Gray Wolf King to protect him before the war ended, his fate would likely be torn apart in the wilderness.

Hearing Tu Chen’s comforting words, the ghoul finally exhaled in relief, his inner turmoil easing considerably. The look he gave Tu Chen shifted from sorrow to sincere gratitude.

Wang Miao’s anguished screams didn’t last long before he was kicked again in the back. His nose hit the ground, blood flowing freely.

He pondered seriously for a long moment, weighing every advantage and disadvantage, and ultimately abandoned the idea of attacking the Netherworld’s overwhelming darkness.

Ye Manxiang was speechless. Her mind raced, but she simply couldn’t understand what Duan Gujin was thinking.

Liang Yubo naturally didn’t refuse the suggestion. His own walking speed wasn’t an issue, but for Dong Xuanyuan to get from the abandoned dock to a place convenient for taxis would take quite some time.

“Ye Chen... I want to have a relationship with him, but he has never once looked at me,” Lu Manman said bitterly.

Su Xiaoqing glanced back. A black business car was quietly following her at a steady pace.

The remaining two jonin’s calves trembled. Nakaya Shoji proved Li Zhi’s strength with his life.

Matriya’s height was about the same as mine, roughly 1.75 meters. The records stated 1.76 meters—such a slight difference was hardly noticeable.

At this moment, Zuo Jun regained consciousness. Looking at the column of about twenty people ahead, he frowned and quietly asked Yao Shisandao, “Senior Brother Yao, do you know where they come from? What should we do now? Is there a way to deal with this?” Such strange beings appearing in the burial path surely could not be living humans.