I'll kill you next time

"He is not my father!! My father...is him!"

Following the boy's stern shout, everyone's eyes focused on me.

I:"…………?"

Before I had time to complain, the white-haired kid kicked away and dragged the red-haired man to fly in front of me, hugged my thigh, howling while hugging:

"Woooooo Dad, I finally found you! Don't abandon Yavid again, okay?!"

The one who cried was so emotional and touching. If I hadn’t lived for many years, I would probably have been fooled by this little devil. The crowd looked at the man’s red hair, then at my silver hair, and finally all together. He came to a conclusion, that is, I am the father of this white-haired kid, did he choose me because of the similar hair color? He is really a cunning kid.

The problem is that I don't want to go into this muddy water at all. Seeing how this brat insists on dragging me into the water, it's probably useless to refute.

"Hey! Don't meddle in your own business, old man, hiccup. Let me tell you, this brat is a complete liar. There is nothing bad that he can't do. I managed to catch him today. If he is sensible, get out of here... ... Hiccup!" The red-haired man walked over, reeking of alcohol.

"What if I say no?" I patted the head of the brat underneath, raised my eyes and asked disdainfully.

"...then go die with me!" The man who was so drunk raised the nearest wine bottle and threw it in my direction. Seeing that a fight was about to happen here, the crowd immediately became chaotic. Hands and feet, just as this crowd was crowded, the white-haired boy who was still holding his legs and crying immediately wiped his tears and snot, and squeezed out of the danger zone while taking advantage of the chaotic crowd.

"Hmph, what a stupid old man, he actually went up to fight like that..." Recalling the remaining gentle touch on the top of his head, the boy couldn't help but slow down.

It's so warm... If you hesitate a little bit, you probably won't want to let go...

"Tsk, what's so important about that kind of thing, Yavid, the most important thing is to feed yourself well." The young man couldn't help but sneered at his rare weakness.

Anyway, forget all that and see what he stole from that stupid old man.

"Money and jewelry, it seems to be quite a lot~ um, this is a knife?" When he squeezed out of the crowd, he touched the old man's waist, unexpectedly got a weapon, but he He wouldn't use such a heavy thing, and he wasn't a robber.

If you take it out and sell it, it may be worth a few dollars...

Borrowing the moonlight, the young man raised the slightly quaint big knife to his eyes, and when he was about to pull it out to check its condition, he found that he couldn't pull it out at all. No matter how hard he tried, the blade was firmly fixed on the There was no movement in the scabbard.

"?!"

At this moment, patches of faint blue phosphorous fires emerged from the ground under their feet, and the phosphorous fires gathered together and turned into a translucent Apiao approaching the young man. At the same time, a familiar voice sounded from the top of his head...

"The sword of Athena can only be pulled out by a saint, so don't even think about it, you kid." I sat on the tree trunk and propped my head up, watching with great interest the kid holding up the knife and making moves with the undead I summoned. struggle.

"What is this, ghost, ghost?!" The young man looked at A Piao who appeared in front of him in panic, his legs were shaking with fright, but he still tried to pretend to be calm.

"Can you see it? It's really a bit of a surprise." Originally, I just wanted to come here to get back the money and the sword of Athena, but I didn't expect to find a boy with the same physique of seeing spirits.

But this kid's temperament is really bad, it's okay to be ungrateful for helping him kindly, and he stole my money, forget about the money, even the sword of Athena, if Sage finds out, I will definitely be punished again Trained.

I beckoned, and used my thoughts to take all the things in the little devil's hand back. As for the little devil, forget it, he will probably escape without hesitation when sent to the sanctuary with this temper, so don't cause trouble for Sai Qi.

"Hey! Old man, are you leaving like this?!" The boy hurriedly ran to the tree and asked, as if realizing that he had offended someone of great importance.

"Of course I have to leave, otherwise I would really stay and take you as my son," I complained.

"..." The boy's expression froze, of course he didn't forget what he did just now, but...

"Hey, old man, you are very strong, can you accept me as a disciple... I want to learn the move just now!" It can be felt that the young man has tried his best to put his tone as sincerely as possible, but it still sounds the same. It's annoying.

I glanced at him with a cold face: "No, I refuse"

"Can't I hand over all my belongings to you!"

"Well...it's quite tempting, but I'm not short of money to that extent, old man"

"So how on earth are you going to accept me as an apprentice?!"

"Sorry, I don't have any intention of accepting apprentices at the moment."

"Why!" The young man was puzzled, he was obviously a little tempted just now, wasn't he!

"There's no reason, it's just that you don't like it." Why is this brat so annoying, I said displeased.

"……me"

Seeing that the man was about to leave, the boy hesitated for a while and finally took a deep breath as if making up his mind and shouted:

"I can still make money, clean, do laundry, and cook. I don't accept being a disciple, and it's okay to be a servant!"

"........."

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【Pamir】

In the end, I brought this brat back, and I will never admit that it was the conditions given by this brat that moved me.

"No, let's get started, shit." I stuffed the broom into the hands of the brat in front of me without any explanation: "All the housework from now on in the mansion will be yours."

"Huh?" The brat who was still covered in blood was stunned.

Although he was already mentally prepared to endure hardships, he was still shocked when he was brought to Pamir. There really is such a place in the world that doesn't shit, and who else is a shit, bastard! !

"You said it yourself, I didn't force you to be a nanny." I pushed open the door, sat down on the futon in the middle of the hall, cut my wrists and let bloodletting begin to repair the holy garment.

"Hey... what the hell is this place, and what are you doing?" Yavid, who saw the blood rushing down from his cut arm, was terrified. It's the lair of the organization!

"Tsk, what a fuss, why don't you hurry up and go to work?" I was dissatisfied, the little devil had a demented expression when he came in, and he was not brought back to stand up.

"........."

The so-called villain is more tortured by wicked people. The unreasonable, sinister and cunning boy Yavid finally met someone who is even more unreasonable, sinister and cunning than him today. To the great trauma.

He regretted it a little. He shouldn't be begging this old man to take him away. Now he is fine. In this ghostly place with nothing but doing housework every day, the old man orders him back and forth. He originally said that he really wanted to learn. None of his moves were taught.

Is he being tricked?

"So, old man, when will you teach me that move?" On this day, the resentful young Yavid started squatting in front of someone again to feel his presence.

"Go away, kid, be careful I'll let your blood repair the holy clothes dry." I pushed away the big face in front of me, and continued to repair the holy clothes. 200 years have passed, and the unrestored holy clothes are still there There are still a lot of them. Although the more troublesome golden holy clothes have already been repaired, there are still many silver and bronze holy clothes. Every repair requires half of the body's blood, plus forging and repairing. I am alone Sure enough, it was too much. Fortunately, there was a leather mask covering it, and the extremely pale face due to excessive blood loss would not be seen by others.

But at such a time, this brat likes to get close to him and scold him, so I won't beat him up.

But today I really don't have the energy to beat him up. After losing half of my body's blood, what I need most now is rest. If I don't cultivate my body well, the quality of the restored holy clothes will be greatly reduced.

"Go and boil the water, wait until I come down to take a shower." I tiredly lifted up the curtain at the top of the stairs, turned around and ordered to a certain bear child with an unhappy face:

"Change is on the table. If you want something, go and exchange it with a passing traveler. And if I fall asleep, don't bother me..."

"... Bad old man" Seeing that the person had already left, Yavid complained angrily.

He grew up in the noisy and bustling Venice since he was a child. Although he is at the bottom of the society, he is like a mouse, but he has never lived such an ordinary life. This place called Pamir has no restaurants, no casinos, and even beautiful women. No, there is only a bare stone house and a dirty old man who faces a pile of broken things every day...

He's had enough, he's getting out of here, anywhere but not here.

It happened that the old man went to bed, now that he has searched the mansion for all the valuables and fled, he should not be found...

Thinking this way, someone was about to leave sneakily, but when he got to the door, he didn't know why he turned back.

"Tch... Forget it, it's rare for me to be so kind, I'll boil the bath water for you old man before you leave..."

So the Yavid boy walked into the kitchen muttering that he felt disrespectful.

The breeze in Pamir was still as comfortable as ever. In such a peaceful atmosphere, someone who was physically exhausted quickly fell asleep. He didn't even have time to take off his clothes, and the human leather mask on his face was removed. But it was thrown aside very casually, enough to see the master's uninhibitedness.

As a result, the Yavid boy who came up with a large bucket of hot water almost tripped over the mask thrown at his feet as soon as he entered the door.

"What?" Yavid looked at the lump of flesh-colored jelly under his feet and wondered.

Forget it, wake up this bad old man to get up and take a shower, although according to past experience, the chance of being successfully woken up is almost zero.

"Get up, old man, the water is already..."

Just when he was about to reach out to push someone, someone who was sleeping with his back turned to him turned over, and a young face completely different from his impression appeared in front of his eyes...

"It's ready..." Yavid was stunned.

Fuck, who is this? !

The author has something to say: According to my consistent urgency in writing, it is time to send out a mistress at this time!

Yavid is a character from Brother Ma, who somehow looks a lot like the old man

Shura field or something, I like to read it, but it is troublesome to write it, especially these two people will be hacked to death by the person I like [Candle