My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 Watanabe Yoyo didn't even have the strength to stand up, squatted on the floor, looking up blankly.

　　 At a right-angle turn in the middle of the stairs, the wet-skinned creature, such as a large leaning, or an incredibly large slug, was slowly turning around and climbing down the last flight of stairs.

　　 hiss-hiss-

　　 The dangerous sound like a snake vomiting a letter, this is not an illusion, and he heard it right.

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