Lu Mingfei held the pillow of Asahi Na Shikuru, who was specially arranged for him by the Japanese branch, and she drooled her mouth and slept very soundly. The big bed in the presidential suite was particularly comfortable. It was probably the first time he slept so well for so long since school started. Because the room was soundproof, nothing outside could disturb his dreams.

Caesar drank a little wine and wanted to stop drunk tonight, but no one would drink with him. Chu Zihang is an extremely self-disciplined person and it is impossible to accompany him. Lu Mingfei was like a salted fish who had lost his dream and went to bed early. Helplessly, he could only lie on the bed, staring silently at the screen of his mobile phone in a daze. The screen interface was the chat record between him and Nuonuo, and there was nothing to say after "Good night".

Chu Zihang wiped the village rain in his hand and looked out the window silently. With the removal of the contact lenses, his eyes were brighter than the stars in the night sky. There were only a few lonely stars in the night sky tonight. His eyes looked at the sky were rarely confused.

In another room, Xia Mi, who was in Xuan Hao's arms at this moment, had completely lost his ability to move because of shyness and happiness.

Xia Mi's shy appearance on her face made Xuan Hao feel dizzy, so cute that she seemed to melt him.

He resisted the urge to bully her more deeply, lowered his head to her forehead and felt her pearly fragrance and soft body, and kissed her slightly red cheeks.

The dreamy night passed like this.

Xuan Hao, who was lying on the bed, looked at Xia Mi in his arms blankly, and seemed to have not recovered from the beauty of last night.

But even so, he still felt extremely incredible, because just last night, Xia Mi didn't drive him to other rooms to accompany the rough man.

This made him feel extremely happy. In his uncontrollable ecstasy, he actually mustered up the courage to vent his desire and bad thoughts that had accumulated countless times on Xia Mi. In fact, he did not do anything particularly excessive. He swore that he just wanted to check if Xia Mi had any dragon scales or something on his body, and did nothing else.

If it weren't for Xia Mi to kick him out of the room, she would have kicked him under the bed.

But what surprised him was that Xia Mi, who had always looked smart and clever, chose to pretend to be dead and just let him do whatever he wanted!

"I would have thought it would have been a little bit too much if I had known it." Xuan Hao was still regretful at this moment.

Xia Mi couldn't fall asleep all night, her cheeks were slightly red, her breath was a little thicker than usual, and she felt dizzy because of the man around her.

Do you know how anxious she was? She waited all night! This guy just touched her all night and gave you a chance and you wouldn't be useful!

But she was actually quite happy because she could feel the man's obsession with her, like holding a treasure in her hand.

...

In the mountains outside Tokyo, the dense cherry trees on both sides of the road are blooming with cherry blossoms. The breeze blows gently, and the swaying cherry blossoms fly, falling on the roof of the shrine, and are driven away by the wind and falling on the cherry path.

The man in black dressed in black, with a short knife with a white sheath around his waist, stepped over the burnt Torii and walked onto the Sakura Path.

They walked neatly, walked up the steps full of cherry blossoms, and stopped in front of the hall.

The ground of this temple is covered with tatamis and does not enshrined in shrines or Buddha statues. The inner wall is full of Ukiyo-e paintings, depicting a war of gods and demons in ancient times.

There is a charcoal stove on the wooden table in the hall, and a Guanxi iron pot was burned on the fire. The mist slowly rose from the spout, adding some fireworks to the Ukiyo-e painting on the four walls.

The white-haired old man in zipper clothes sat upright at the table, staring at the ghosts and gods on the wall, and the fireflies shining brightly in his eyes.

Before we knew it, the position around the old man was already full of people coming.

Hundreds of men and women in black knelt in their respective positions. They all knew their status in this huge organization, and no one knelt in the wrong place.

"Master, the participants have arrived. The Strategy Department Shizhouzhai, Dansheng Yan, the upper left and other elders, the head of the liaison department and subordinates, the five small family members have 134, the Kanto branch and team leader of the Japanese branch of Kassel College, the Kanto branch and team leader of the Kanto branch, the Kanto branch and team leader of the Iwarijuana Research Institute, the Maruyama Construction Institute... a total of 440 people are here." The black-clad secretary presented the list to the old man with white hair, "Mr. Masato, please check it out."

"First of all, thank you for being here." The old man looked around and glanced over every participant. His firm eyes were full of majesty, which made the people present unconsciously respect him.

"I believe you all know the purpose of summoning you," said Sekimasato in a deep voice, "because he is here."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little nervous, and everyone here knew who the old man was referring to.

"Two years ago, that man stepped on our territory, and he was just a student at that time." The tone of Shizumasato was calm, as if he was just going to tell everyone present a common story, but this story didn't sound very nice to everyone's ears because it represented shame.

"Just one student, we were helpless in the entire Snake Qi family, and even let the other party break into our base camp and escape. In the end, we have to bow our heads and thank you for his "help". What do you think?"

“…”

The whole audience fell into a dead silence, feeling? Anger, unwillingness, resentment... All kinds of emotions almost filled everyone's chest, but they did not dare to make any sound.

Why? Because that man is very strong, incredibly powerful.

Even Angers, who pierced through the Japanese branch with a folding knife decades ago, failed to make them so desperate. Angers' strength was not beyond their understanding, and this person was already inhuman in their eyes.

Almost all of us had seen the man's great power two years ago. There was still a crack in front of Mount Fuji. No matter how they filled it, it was as unwieldy as a scar on them.

"And now, he is back." Jushimasato continued, "This time, as the school director, he represents the entire Kassel Academy. He is ready to extend his hand to the 'God's Burial House'. I want to ask if you are unwilling to do anything in your heart?"

"What can I do if I don't want to?" The crow complained silently in his heart, "I can't beat it..."
Chapter completed!