Our Brother-in-law Can Do Anything!

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Chapter 248 In Japan, playing...

Miyano Tianhui opened his eyes when the cold air that caressed his skin spread along the back of his neck to his whole body.

With all the floor coverings taken away, all that was left was a thin summer blanket.

So he himself sat down on the floor by the window, let the soft blanket cover his body, and fell asleep against the wall.

Although Miyano Tianhui himself is very rich, but he does not have the delicate energy of a rich man.

For him, sleeping is just a process that must be followed in order to meet his body's needs.

It really doesn't matter to him where he sleeps.

If the body does not need to rest, he can completely give up the need for [sleep].

After opening his eyes, the boy didn't get up immediately.

He first allowed his eyes to gradually adapt to the darkness, and then moved his stiff body to make sure that all the skills of his body had returned to the basic level. After there was nothing serious, the boy stood up.

Picking up the phone and taking a look, the time stayed at 5:03.

(Only slept for three hours?)

After seeing that his sleep quality had declined again, Miyano's eyes froze slightly.

I don't know when it started, Miyano Tianhui found that his sleep time began to decline.

From the original 8 hours, to the later 6 hours, and now to 3 hours!

Although no matter how much sleep, the body will adjust to the best.

Still, he wanted to be more human if he could.

Now this phenomenon, he felt a little strange.

(When Mingming slept with Futaba, he slept very deeply!)

Miyano Tianhui couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic when thinking of the sound sleep when he and Futaba Rio were sleeping on the same bed some time ago.

He hasn't experienced that kind of high-quality sleep quality for a long time.

After the phone screen went completely black, the boy picked up the wooden knife in his hand and prepared to go to morning exercises.

When he walked past his bed, he glanced at a pair of sisters who were occupying his bed, sleeping tightly, defenseless.

The young man suddenly remembered that when he had chatted with Nakano Kazuka before, she had clearly said that he was sleepy and had poor sleep quality at night.

However, when he thought of the girl who was lying on his bed with Wu Yueyi last night, and within five minutes, she let out a slight breathing sound and fell asleep, he really wanted to complain, what about accepting the bed?What about poor sleep quality?

O woman!I really don't believe a word of nonsense.

After thinking wildly, he closed the door gently and left the room.

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In the corner of the city where the moon has gone far and the sun has not yet shown its face, there is a whistling sound.

This ear-piercing sound that comes from time to time sounds like a grass flute at first glance, but if you get close to it carefully, it will be similar to the song of a bird.

Shaking this silent twilight is a vigorous young man, relying only on the melody produced by a gust of wind with a wooden knife.

In the small park bathed in the light of dawn, Miyano boy brandished a wooden knife longer than his waist, playing the melody of the wind.

The movement of the young man wielding the wooden knife is in sharp contrast to his slender limbs, which is both sensitive and sharp.

First, a move from the upper section to the lower section, with a standard slashing posture, and then turn the wooden knife, and swing an upward pick and cassock chop that is comparable to the sword drawing technique.With such fierce swordsmanship, if someone really confronted him, his face would turn pale with fright, or his limbs would be broken.

With every swing of the wooden knife, the boy's golden hair flutters along with it.

"Is it time?"

At the end of the curtain with a sharper slashing sound, the young man who had repeatedly practiced swinging the sword—Miyano Tianhui ended his morning practice.

He squinted his eyes, looking at the sunrise that dyed the eastern sky white. With the morning air, he let his slightly sweating and feverish body skills cool down.

From the time he came out of the house to now, the teenager has spent more than 45 minutes doing morning exercises.

Although he is not in any dangerous area now, as a former half-adventurer, he has already formed a habit.

He always practices wielding a wooden sword before dawn.

Even with the rapid development of technology and now that he has left the adventure business, he still does not neglect exercise for a moment.

Because to him, no matter the dangerous environment or the bustling city, there is no difference.

Morning exercises like this, he has already integrated into a habit of instinct.

but.....

"It always feels like something is missing."

The murmur from his lips was the boy's most sincere thoughts.

Swinging a knife mechanically and straightforwardly like this is of no use to the young man.

He didn't know much about swordsmanship.