I tore off a black hooded poncho from the wall and stared at the soybean-sized rain out the door.

For me, the teahouse is so familiar that I don't need to step on it at all.

The alleyways were empty from the pouring rain, and the rough pieces of boulder blew the water into eight petals, and the barking of dogs mixed in with the raindrops.

I tugged at my hat and slipped forward against the wall until I ......

Chapter 938 of "Northern School Onmyoji" The house thief is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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