The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Perhaps it was because the name "The Weapon of Great Sin" was too ominous, or because the Kaguya he saw today was too abnormal.

Yes, Takeya is still wondering until now, is the person he saw today really Kaguya?

Of course, this does not refer to the elegant demeanor, but to a temperament between words and deeds. If you want to say beautiful, you will be three points more charming, and if you want to say proud, you will be seven points less gentle.

Today's Kaguya gave him a feeling of evil charm, which he had never felt before, whether it was the first time he saw Kaguya, or after getting acquainted with him later.

Kaguya is indeed a little mean-spirited and has a dark belly. He will never be soft when he bullies others, and he will not understand what regret is when he is dead, but there is a limit to it after all.

The Kaguya that Takeya saw today was closer to the legendary Kaguya Princess than the Horaishan Kaguya in his memory, but it was also farther away from the Kaguya who he knew well as the Princess of the Moon.

Something is wrong.

"Hey, Wu Ye," Mei Hong called out to wake Wu Ye from her contemplation. She stared at herself and asked, "I've been paying attention to it since just now. What exactly are you holding in your hand?"

"what?"

Wu Ye was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he had been holding the weapon of greed in his hands all along, and remembered that the shape of this thing was too special, which attracted Meihong's attention.

"Dinner is not served so early, and it's better for you to be hungry today!"

"Huh?! Why!"

"It's easy to have a long memory if you are hungry!"

"..."

In this current family, Meihong has become a well-deserved head of the family, and Wu Ye can only be regarded as a bastard at best, let alone Xiaoxiaomeihong, so she ordered that Wu Ye might have to forage for food by himself today. .

"Ugh."

Takeya, who was still thinking about all kinds of doubts about Kaguya just now, immediately fell into trouble about what to have for dinner because of Meihong's words.

But he didn't have a headache for a long time, because Fujiwara couldn't wait to come.

"Haha, Wu Ye, I will definitely beat you today, is the chessboard ready?"

Far away, the voice of Fujiwara Bubiwai has come. After getting along these days, the relationship between the two has progressed from Fujiwara-sama and Mr. Kosaka to Bubiwai-sama and Takeya.

Although the other party tried his best to say that there is no need to add honorific titles, he hoped to form a year-end friendship with Wu Ye, but due to some special indescribable reasons, Wu Ye did not agree to this.

A little sister Hong almost made him burnt to ashes. If he brought her another big brother who would not wait for him to come back, maybe Meihong would be able to swallow him alive.

"It's better than waiting for the adults. I seem to be in high spirits today? Are you not afraid of losing another big defeat?"

Wu also showed his confidence without hesitation. He knew Meihong's chess skills well, and he almost doubted his life when he killed Fujiwara from the blue.

With this absolute support, even if there is another hundred rounds, Fujiwara will not have a chance of winning. There is a gap of 1000 years!

"Today I am different from before, don't underestimate people, Takeya... Huh?"

Fujiwara Bubiwai who walked into the courtyard first greeted Takeya, then nodded to Meihong, and finally set his sights on the third person.

"This little girl is...?"

Fujiwara Bubiwai frowned and looked at the little girl Hong who was hiding behind Takeya, looked up and down for a while, then tapped his palm and suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

Under Wu Ye's bewildered reaction, Fujiwara Bubi waited to glance at him with an ambiguous expression, and teased: "No wonder I suggested that you take a few more concierges but you rejected it, so it's not because you don't want it, but because you haven't met the right one." Appetite, haha."

"..."

Wu Ye stared at Fujiwara with a dumbfounded look on his face. Do you really know what you are talking about?

On one side, the little girl Hong's immature face was full of bewilderment and a little loss. It seemed that she had realized that her father did not recognize her, while on the other side, the girl Hong's entire face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

This guy is hurting me!

After being caught by Mei Hong's angry gaze, Wu Ye felt a chill run down his spine. The feeling of being stared at by a giant beast made him uncomfortable, and he always felt that he would be eaten in the next second.

"Huh? Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

Fujiwara didn't wait, nor was he an idiot who didn't know how to read the atmosphere. He clearly noticed the dissatisfaction emanating from Mei Hong, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Ah, that's it, sorry, sorry, I made a mistake, it should be It's the daughter."

"..."

Wu Ye, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, almost turned his back in anger again, and Fujiwara Bubi waited to touch the little girl Hong's head like a kind elder: "Come on, call me uncle."

"Hmm..." The little girl stared at the kind Fujiwara in front of her with her big eyes, and didn't wait for a long time before she said, "Father..."

"Haha, I guessed it right, it really is a daughter... huh?"

After Fujiwara Bubi waited to laugh, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. His father was right in yelling, but why... he was yelling at him?

Chapter 28 Wait a minute, let me set up a flag first

"Father..."

The little girl Hong timidly yelled at Fujiwara Bubiwai again, this time Fujiwara Bubiwai's expression changed obviously.

He opened his eyes wide at first and stared at the little girl Hong fiercely, then his eyes widened and widened until he saw Meihong trembling, then he slowly looked away.

Originally, Wu also thought that the next scene would be a good scene of a loving father and daughter filial piety, but who knows, he accidentally heard Meihong's sigh, and then...

"Who allowed you to come here?"

Fujiwara Bubiwai's tone was very cold, very cold, it didn't seem like he was talking to a daughter whose blood was dissolved in water at all, but he was talking to a stranger, a passerby.

His voice was not very loud, but his words were heavy. His tone was not very fierce, but Xiaoxiaomeihong's eyes were already filled with tears.