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Beiming Xuanwu shook his head: "I don't care about this matter. What do you want to say? Just say it."

“Yamamoto Nagayama is dead.” Chiya Kuchiki shook her head. “Yamamoto Nagayama died before I came to Japan.”

Bei Ming Xuanwu listened without the slightest surprise: "Yes, this is the expected result. I know that he definitely did not intend to leave the country alive after this trip back home."

Upon hearing this, Chiyo Kuchiki raised an eyebrow sharply, her tone filled with icy coldness: "These bastards, they're not even willing to leave us a little room to maneuver?"

“You don’t need to be angry. Yamamoto Nagayama is dead. This may be a good thing for us,” said Beiming Xuanwu. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly and evenly, as if he were asleep.

"Is this your idea, or my aunt's?" Chiya Kuchiki narrowed her eyes, her gaze turning slightly cold, and said, "What about Nian Yamamoto?"

“Xiao Nian is safe.” Bei Ming Xuanwu said with his eyes closed, “After I took the things from Yamamoto Nian, I sent him to China. Over the years, China has taken good care of him. Now he has finished his senior year of high school and is preparing to take the entrance exam for a university in China next year.”

"That's good." Chiyo Kuchiki's eyes were unpredictable and extremely deep.

"You don't need to worry about me anymore. Take a good rest for a while." Bei Ming Xuanwu's tone softened a bit.

"Grandpa, what will I do if you die this time? Who can I rely on?" Kuchiki Chiyo's voice was filled with endless sorrow.

“You are a smart child, and I think you should understand my feelings,” said Beiming Xuanwu.

Upon hearing this, Chiyo Kuchiki's hands, which were hanging down, suddenly clenched.

“I understand,” he said through gritted teeth. “I also know what responsibilities I bear, and I don’t want to let you down.”

"That's enough," Beiming Xuanwu said calmly.

Then he coughed twice more.

"I'm going back now. I'm tired from the long journey."

Kuchiki Chiya helped Beiming Xuanwu put on his outer garment: "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he walked out and, as he closed the door, he specifically reminded Beiming Xuanwu: "Grandpa, remember to take your medicine."

"Understood," Beiming Xuanwu replied, but didn't turn to look at him, instead continuing to sit with his face up to the sky...

The door was closed, and Beiming Xuanwu's gaze gradually dimmed.

“I know I’m bound to encounter danger this time I come back,” he muttered to himself. “It’s inevitable. I’ve anticipated this before, but I’ve always managed to escape unscathed. But this time… I really can’t imagine what fate awaits Kyoko Yamamoto.”

This stubborn old man had already guessed his fate, but he refused to admit defeat.

“We’ve weathered so many years already, what’s a little more hardship?” said Beiming Xuanwu.

As he spoke, he coughed violently again!

…………

This old man, who was famous throughout the martial arts world and dominated the scene, was in a very bad state at the moment, with a knife stuck in his chest.

The hilt of the sword was gripped in Chiya Kuchiki's right hand.

At this moment, Kuchiki Chiya knelt down on one knee, his eyes slightly red: "I'm sorry, Uncle Beiming, please forgive me."

Beiming Xuanwu, panting heavily, said with difficulty, "There's no need to say such things. I know you did this to save me."

He was telling the truth.

Chapter 392 Uncle Beiming

“Uncle Beiming, don’t worry. Now that I’ve decided to kill Yamamoto Nagayama today, I will share the pain you’ve endured.” Kuchiki Chiya said, “I will absolutely not let Yamamoto Kyoko die.”

“No,” Beiming Xuanwu said weakly, “I am almost out of breath. You don’t need to feel guilty or uneasy about it. This is my own fault, and I can’t blame anyone else.”

These words brought tears to Chiya Kuchiki's eyes.

At this moment, this top figure in the underworld finally experienced what true sorrow meant.

Behind this man's back lies a story of vicissitudes and loneliness.

Beiming Xuanwu slowly raised his head and looked at the ceiling, as if reminiscing about the past twelve years.

"Your master was the person I admired most in my life. Unfortunately, he died young, and I didn't even have the chance to see his remains."

Beiming Xuanwu sighed softly.

"Don't worry, the day you and she reunite in the afterlife is not far off." Chiyo Kuchiki wiped away her tears. "I will avenge you."

“I will handle this matter myself,” Bei Ming Xuanwu said.

After saying this, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

Chiya Kuchiki covered his legs with the blanket, glanced at Beiming Xuanwu, and turned to leave.

After he left, Beiming Xuanwu opened his eyes.

He looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall with a complicated expression.

…………

Kyoko Yamamoto's bedroom.

The room is decorated in a simple yet warm style.

"Kyoko-neechan, I made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Xiao Nian walked over carrying a clay pot.

"Thank you, Xiao Nian." Kyoko Yamamoto smiled and took the bowl.

However, when Kyoko Yamamoto scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it to cool it down, and put it in her mouth, she suddenly frowned and a puzzled expression appeared on her face.

"Kyoko-neechan, what's wrong? Is the taste not to your liking?" Xiao Nian asked.

“No, it’s delicious,” Kyoko Yamamoto said.

This deliciousness was beyond her comprehension.

She never liked desserts, but that bowl of chicken soup just now gave her a huge surprise!

Although this feeling only lasted for about a second, it was already an unforgettable experience for her!

"Xiao Nian, thank you." Kyoko Yamamoto looked at Xiao Nian, her beautiful eyes filled with warmth: "If you have time, you can chat with me more often, whenever you want."

She truly hoped that Xiao Nian would stay in China forever.

"Of course, no problem! Kyoko-neechan, you have to do your best!" Xiao Nian blinked and smiled, "I'll always be there to support you. You absolutely have to succeed."

"Yes, thank you, Xiao Nian." Kyoko Yamamoto patted the little girl's head, her eyes shining with determination.

At this moment, Kyoko Yamamoto regained her sharpness and competence.

She wants to protect this family, her relatives, and her beloved, even unto death!

Yamamoto Nagayama is dead, so the remaining obstacles have been reduced by half!

"I believe that victory will belong to Kyoko-neechan in this battle," Xiao Nian said. "The brothers and sisters of the Yamamoto Group are all waiting for your triumphant return."

As she spoke, Xiao Nian playfully stuck out her tongue and said, "Besides, Xiao Nian also wants to marry Sister Gongzi."

Upon hearing this, Kyoko Yamamoto's eyes shone with satisfaction.

The little girl is only a few years old, but she is incredibly sensible and well-behaved.

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Beiming Xuanwu has been unconscious for four days.

Chapter 393 In a few days

In the past few days, Chiyo Kuchiki has basically been eating, sleeping, and practicing martial arts, keeping himself extremely busy.

After all, news of Yamamoto Nagayama's death had spread throughout Jiangjing and even the entire country. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the outcome of this battle, and many people were placing their hopes on Kuchiki Chiya, given that Kuchiki Chiya had created so many miracles.

"Kuchiki Chiya, how is Kyoko?" Li Youran walked in and saw Kuchiki Chiya curled up on the sofa, her whole body soaked in sweat. She couldn't help but shake her head.

“Still the same.” Chiya Kuchiki looked up at him and took a deep breath: “Don’t worry, Kyoko-neechan will be fine. I can definitely heal her.”

“I hope so too,” Li Youran said. Then she hesitated for a moment and asked, “He has been unwilling to see me all this time, and I don’t know where he is, but I believe he’s alright.”

"Don't worry, leave everything to me. I'll take good care of them." Chiya Kuchiki stood up and said to Youran Li.

"Yes, Xiao Nian is very sensible, and he's been helping you quietly." Li Youran patted Kuchiki Chiya's shoulder, her eyes filled with kindness, but tears still welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Okay, I'm going to rest for a bit."

With that, Chiya Kuchiki went into her bedroom and locked the door.

He didn't take a shower, but instead quietly leaned against the bed, staring out the window.

Many fragments of the past flashed before his eyes.

“Uncle Beiming, your condition is getting worse. I suggest you go to another hospital for treatment. Otherwise, your injuries may wear you down.”

"Uncle Beiming, you have to hold on. You promised me and Xiaonian that you would grow old with us."

…………

A single, glistening tear slid down Chiyo Kuchiki's cheek, running down her face and into her temple.

This second-in-command of the Green Dragon Gang, who usually had a sinister and aloof demeanor, looked extremely frail at this moment.

"Uncle Beiming, we will meet again."

He muttered something to himself, then closed the door.

This time, no one can stop his determination!