After dinner, Haruhiko was in no hurry to exchange any skills or thoughts with Tsuchigomon Mari.

Because it's still a little early to go to bed.

In his previous life, he was a night owl and often went to bed after twelve o'clock.

In this life, as a psionic being, he has developed a good routine.

Except for encountering succubi at night.

It's only seven o'clock now, and Haruhiko has decided to continue cultivating.

But not a spell, it's the Snow Maiden's breathing.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

After washing the dishes and coming to the living room, she saw Haruhiko sitting on the carpet in a strange pose.

With both hands on your feet, your body is arched, like a tumbler.

She couldn't help but smile.

Haruhiko had also practiced before, so she recognized it as the Snow Maiden Breathing Method.

Tsuchigomon Mari didn't bother.

She went back to her room and opened the closet.

What should I wear tonight?

Tsuchigomon Mari is quite familiar with Haruhiko's preferences.

Ideas came up on the spot.

Cut-out black silk nightdress.

Tsuchigomon Mari sat on the edge of the bed, put on black stockings, and then changed into a nightdress.

Combat equipment was thus formed.

All that remains is to wait for Haruhiko to finish his cultivation.

She was back in the living room.

Haruhiko glanced at it, almost making a mistake.

This nightdress is really good, faintly, and it seems to be worn or not.

Large swaths of his skin were exposed to the air, making him a little dizzy.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Tsuchigomon Mari was very satisfied with his reaction, and said with a light smile, "Then I'll wait for you in the room." ”

It wasn't until after she left that Haruhiko let out a breath.

Fortunately, he is a player, and there is no such thing as going crazy.

If it was the world of cultivating immortals, it was estimated that he would die on the spot.

Haruhiko continued to cultivate.

Two hours later, he was paralyzed on the ground, gasping for air.

There is a feeling of falling apart all over the body.

But soon, it was replaced by comfort.

The effect of cultivation is manifested.

Haruhiko had a small metamorphosis.

Come once a day, in less than a month, you can reach the fourth level of the Snow Maiden's breathing method.

At that time, his true meaning is to have the body of a fourth-order demon.

Except for Yukihime and Tsuchigomon Mari, he doesn't need to be afraid of anyone anymore.

As for Jinguji Winter Palace and Earth Imperial Gate Mashiro, because they haven't competed, it's unknown.

After Haruhiko rested for a while, he got up.

Because of the exercise, I was covered in sweat, and the next thing was to take a bath, and finally to go to sleep.

He thought of the nightdress before Tsuchigomon Mari.

Suppressing the urgency in his heart, he went to the bathroom.

Haruhiko released hot water, and suddenly the mist filled the air.

He was about to take off his clothes and enter the bathtub when he was suddenly embraced.

It was very abrupt, and he was startled.

When he reacted, he was suddenly stunned.

There is a familiar scent that pervades.

"Guess who I am?"

Her voice was gentle, as soft as her body.

It's Yukihime.

Haruhiko was stunned.

For a moment, there was some confusion.

How did she end up here?

Could it be that the real pear of the earth and the gate has changed?

No, it shouldn't be.

With her character, plus she is a little bit out of touch with Xue Ji, it is impossible to become her appearance.

Therefore, it is indeed Yukihime herself.

"Can't guess?"

The voice rang out again.

But there is a little resentment in the gentleness.

"Of course I know who."

Haruhiko took her hands, turned around, and came face to face with her.

His eyes lit up.

Xue Ji is also wearing a nightdress, a pure white silk suspender, and the collar is quite economical in fabric.

However, it is still the nightdress of the earth and the door to the real pear that is cooler.

But that's not to say that Yukihime can't compare.

White nightdress with white stockings, pair with black nightdress with black stockings.

Haruhiko had a hard time making a choice.

"When did you come?"

Of course, now is not the time to evaluate nightdresses, there is a more important issue to solve.

That's what Yukihime is for.

Did she come to bring herself home?

In this case, Haruhiko will inevitably offend Tsuchigomon Mari.

He didn't dare to think about what would happen to the female president who stayed alone in the empty room for one night.

In short, will die quite ugly.

"It's not long since I arrived."

A smile appeared on Yukihime's face and she asked, "Aren't you welcome to me?" ”

"Definitely welcome."

Haruhiko hurriedly said, "I was just a little surprised. ”

"Alright."

Yukihime took his hand, got into the bathtub, and said, "I'll help you take a bath." ”

in a room on the second floor.

Tsuchigomon Maori, who was reading a book, suddenly frowned.

Undisguised voices came from the bathroom.

She subconsciously clenched the book.

This woman is just too much!

It's hard to come back, and she still has to stir up the situation.

The original good mood disappeared in an instant.

Tsuchigomon Mari put down the book in her hand, went downstairs, came to the bathroom, and pushed the door open.

Haruhiko shook in fright.

But Yukihime remained the same, and even glanced at Tsuchigomon Mari.

Her face was ruddy, and there was a provocation in her misty eyes.

Tsuchigomon Mari bit her lower lip, and there was a cold aura all over her body.

It's just too deceitful.

She didn't hesitate to join the warband.

All of a sudden, it was very chaotic.

Haruhiko felt as if he was on the Island of Fire and Ice.

One moment cold, one moment hot.

Jumping repeatedly at the gate of the underworld, the king of Hades had to say that his life was good when he saw it.

A long night that seems to have no end.

Haruhiko doesn't know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dawn.

He looked at the ceiling and felt like he had no strength in his body.

Do your own iniquity, and in the end you will bear it yourself.

Haruhiko shook her head.

It shouldn't have been like this, but things turned out to be unexpected.

Facing the front and back attacks of the two fifth-order demons, he lost a mess.

There was a knock on the door.

Haruhiko turned his head.

There was a wonderful figure by the door.

Slender waist, bulging nightdress, and slender thighs.

"Are you awake?"

Tsuchigomon Mari stepped forward.

Haruhiko smelled a faint scent.

"What time is it?"

He yawned and collapsed on the bed, still not wanting to move.

"It's eleven o'clock."

Tsuchigomon Manori leaned down, her rosy lips in front of him, and asked, "Do you want me to give you a little motivation?" ”

Haruhiko was naturally unkind and kissed him directly.

He hugged the soft body, and the suspender of the nightdress slipped off, revealing more snow white.

"Alright."

Tsuchigomon Mari got up again and said, "It's time for me to go back to the Takamagahara-based ruins, and if I don't leave, the entrance will disappear." ”

"Then you go first."

Haruhiko said with a wave of his hand.

It stands to reason that Tsuchigomon Mari should have left early in the morning.

She had probably waited three or four more hours because she had waited for him, and she hadn't woken him up halfway.

Actually, there is no need.

Of course, Haruhiko was still very moved.

"Until next time."

Tsuchigomon Masari smiled faintly and turned to leave.

It may seem like a waste of time to outsiders, but she doesn't think so.

Haruhiko closed his eyes again.

After a few seconds, he felt a sinking of his body, a familiar touch that let him know who it was.

"Get up and eat."

Yukihime's fingers flicked on his forehead.

Haruhiko suddenly didn't dare to think about how she and Tsuchigomon Mari had been together safely all morning.

"Then you get up first."

He looked down, and his gaze suddenly fell into the abyss.

Yukihime smiled softly and left his embrace.

Breakfast is ready.

After Haruhiko washed up, he sat down at the dining table.

He picked up his chopsticks and finished the tonkotsu ramen in one go.

Last night was an all-nighter, and too much physical strength was consumed.

He didn't eat breakfast today, and now it's noon, and he is indeed hungry.

Yukihime had already expected it, so she went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of tonkotsu ramen again.

Haruhiko ate three bowls in a row, and finally ate and drank to his heart's content.

"I'll finish washing the dishes and go home."

Yukihime cleaned up the table and said casually.

In her opinion, this is obviously not her and Haruhiko's home.

Although Minami Park belongs to the University of Tokyo, it is home because there are too many memories.

Besides, here, Yukihime would think of Tsuchigomon Mari, which made her a little dissatisfied.

Especially last night, fighting with her for sovereignty made her feel intermittent.

"Hmm."

Haruhiko nodded.

Neither Tsuchigomon Mari nor Tsuchigomon Mashiro are here, and there is no point in him staying here.

Unless he goes to Yui Tachibana.

Well, she's unconscious now, just like a doll.

After waiting for a while, Haruhiko and Yukihime returned to the University of Tokyo's South Park.

He began to work cultivation again.

At the same time, the ruins of Takamagahara.

Michiman Ashiya took a deep breath.

He's actually out there, and he's not used to it, because the psionic energy is too thin.

A thousand years ago, he lived in an era that was very rich.

And the ruins of Takamagahara can give him a sense of the past.

But now is not the time to be nostalgic.

"Take me to May."

Ashiya Michiman came back to his senses and said.

"Please follow me."

The young man in front of him nodded and said respectfully.

Although Ashiya Michiman is a fifth-order psionic person, he can't forcibly break into the Takamagahara-based ruins.

The only way to do this is through space.

Just using spatial teleportation, the consent of the Grand Imperial Palace and the Edo Archaeological Bureau is required.

Naturally, Ashiya Michiman couldn't do it.

But that fifth-order demon could.

The two men have been in touch all these years.

After all, on the surface, their purpose is the same, they are all to rescue the Yaqi Snake and kill the gods.

Michimitsu Ashiya followed the youth to the Edo Archaeological Bureau.

In front of a rather ordinary two-story building, the two men stopped.

"May-sama, I'm waiting for you inside."

The young man bowed slightly, then turned to leave.

Michiman Ashiya pushed the door open.

The Edo Archaeological Bureau is located on the first floor of the Takamagahara Ruins, but there is still no sunlight and only relies on lights.

In the light, Ashiya Michiman saw May.

A teenager who looks like he is in his teens.

"Long time no see."

May smiled faintly and said, "Ashiya is full of road. ”

"It's been four years since we last met."

Ashiya Michiman sat across from him and said, "You're doing well." ”

May chose an extremely interesting means, taking control of the Edo Archaeological Bureau.

That is to take in the apprentice and train him to become the director.

In other words, he was actually the one behind the Edo Archaeological Bureau.

But except for the current Kaneda Yu, everyone's memory of him is stuck seven years ago, when he died of illness.

(End of chapter)