Demon Slayer: Leveling Up My Breathing Styles
Chapter 112

My Breathing Style

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Ignoring Hai Mi Mi clinging to his neck in the taxi, the taxi driver's lewd gaze, and the innkeeper's astonished expression, Yun Mu booked a room and tossed Hai Mi Mi onto the bed.

The reason he had made it through all those obstacles was probably that Ryoko Yakushiji had just given orders, right? But why were these two so astonishingly symmetrical, one on either side-was it because they both embodied imperfect beauty?

"You don't have to blame yourself. It was just an accident. I don't blame you," Qin Sixue said, taking a tissue to wipe her tears. Yet the tears she desperately tried to hold back slid down again.

Li Wei immediately leaped several meters away, but Lisa seemed to meet the attack head-on, charging straight at the tauren warrior. The two sides' savage charges instantly left Li Wei dumbfounded.

No wonder Liu Weihong had gone out of his way to transfer this man from the State Assets Office's inspection bureau. He really did have genuine ability. His proposal for further processing the products especially made Wei Fengyou's eyes light up. He found it very sound and more comprehensive than his original idea.

"But the conditions Shina has proposed are too harsh. They demand Japan's unconditional surrender. That is unacceptable," the chief of the General Staff said.

Bullets that had never before seen the light of day made their dazzling battlefield debut. Countless rounds shot out, pouring toward the enemy like torrential rain, punching through their armor and their hard skulls. Rank after rank of soldiers who considered themselves superior fell to the ground like harvested stalks of rice.

Ye Zetao also lost any desire to keep looking. If he really could study some artifact-refining knowledge under a master like this, he might be able to refine artifacts himself

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