Fox summer oil breeding manual

How much can happen in a month?

Within a month, Xia Youjie managed to get out of Natsume Takashi's mouth that the account of friends was indeed in his hands. At the same time, he detected the increase in monster activities in the Kyushu area, and happily informed Natsume of the news.

"Kyushu? Do you mean that those monsters are for the account of friends?" Natsume was shocked.

He has already deeply understood how important the account of friends is. Anyone who gets it can become the master of a hundred monsters. It is impossible not to attract people's covetousness. Said, this thing is a trouble that cannot be thrown away casually.

"But why? I only opened the account once."

"One time is enough," Xia Youjie chuckled, "If the paper that records the monster's real name is touched, the owner of the name will definitely sense it. Otherwise, how does the account of friends control the monster?"

Intuitively, he doesn't like the word "control". Natsume frowned. He always felt that the purpose of the account of friends was not to control the monsters on it, but after all, he didn't know anything about Grandma Reiko. Even if he didn't like it, he couldn't find any rebuttal for the time being. reason.

"What are you going to do?" Xia Youjie observed the immature boy in front of him, not knowing what kind of reaction he was expecting.

"I haven't encountered any monsters in my friend's book yet, so I can't say what I'm going to do," Natsume collected his thoughts and slowly considered, "Actually, in a few months, I may have to move to Yahara, Kyushu."

His father's distant relative Toko Fujiwara came to visit a few days ago and said he hoped to adopt him.

This is the first time that a family actively welcomes him to join, instead of being forced to take him in reluctantly like other relatives, Natsume is still very moved.

"Already decided?"

"Not yet, they don't know my abnormality."

If they knew, would they look at him with repulsive eyes like everyone else?Thinking of this, Natsume felt a little depressed.

The Fujita family he currently lives in, although not as repulsive as those families in the past, but the politeness and strangeness towards the guests still makes the boy unable to feel at home, but Fujiwara Toko is concerned about his body when they first met And life, eyes and tone of voice can not deceive people, she really cares about Natsume's feelings.

"It's hard for ordinary people to accept monsters."

Seeing the young man bowed his head and said nothing, he sighed and turned to comfort him: "Although I don't believe them, not all ordinary people are so narrow-minded. Maybe you are lucky enough to meet a fool?"

"Aunt Tazi is not a fool."

Hearing Natsume's subconscious retort, Xia Youjie knew that he had already made a decision, and now he was just hesitating in the face of the future.

It's a pity that such a good seed can't stay, but it doesn't matter, anyway, Natsume is so affectionate, even if she moves away, the friendship with Nanako and the others will not be interrupted. The special status of the first and second friends is not there. So easy to be consumed by the distance in space.And vice versa, Nanako and Mimiko are also the first time to seriously make friends with their peers. As a result, within a few months, the little friends are going to travel far, maybe they will cry...

Xia Youjie: "Remember to tell Nanako Mimiko in advance, otherwise the two of them will explode."

"I have not…"

Facing Xia Youjie's penetrating eyes, Xia Mu silently closed his voice, he was already moved, wasn't he, so why hesitate?

He made up his mind to try one last time, if Fujiwara Toko and his wife could accept his occasional strangeness, then he would leave with them, if not...it would be better to stay in Tokyo, at least with the same friends.

After solving the troubles of the young Natsume, Xia Youjie returned to his busy work.

The curse master's business has successfully expanded to foreign countries. Recently, he has been fighting fiercely with some underground organizations in North America. It literally means "fighting". After all, when newcomers enter the market, they always have to show their strength first, and then they can attract sincere cooperation. Stand your ground.

"Master Xia You, the SPW Foundation under the Spitwagen Foundation has sent a commission."

Look, isn't it here?

"Still testing," Xia Youjie snorted after receiving the report, "These big consortiums are troublesome. Haven't Lalu and Miguel made any arrangements recently? Then let them go and build a branch by the way."

The SPW consortium is a well-known oil tycoon in the United States. In recent years, it has begun to transform into medical and environmental protection. However, in the world, their most famous place is their fanatical pursuit of supernatural phenomena. Every year, they spend a lot of money on related research. As it should be, curses and incantations also entered their field of vision.

Xia Youjie didn't care what research results they had. Anyway, the other party came to do business seriously, and he had no reason to refuse, not to mention that this was a perfect opportunity. The situation is completely opened.

"Why do you want to develop in North America? There are everyone there, it's a mess."

Finally freed from the boring banquet at the Izumo Shrine, King Ye had time to wander around again.

"It's good because of the chaos. Our curse masters are not on the side of order. It is convenient to act in places with many people and chaos."

Moreover, the indigenous forces in North America have been wiped out a long time ago. There are all kinds of monsters and ghosts on the earth. Xia Youjie has been there several times, and seeing the non-human beings on the street who are no different from ordinary people, he is so surprised that he can't tell. Speaking of which, he even saw angels and demons set up shop together!

"Tsk, Satan doesn't want to take over North America. Reincarnation can only rely on the great spirit. Non-humans have no soul. They don't care at all when they start their hands. It's annoying." Ye Wang complained.

As the actual master of the great spirit, it is because of this current situation that he can only put the great spirit on the land of the Paqi tribe, and usually still use the fire spirit as the holding spirit.

Xia Youjie was a little surprised, he had never known this before: "Isn't there even an afterlife over there? Why doesn't Satan want North America?"

Ye Wang was indignant: "Satan is a slacker! It is very troublesome to establish order in the other world. Not everyone can start from scratch like King Yan Mo and the ghost lamp. Hell in Europe is said to be Satan's territory, but everyone knows that there Originally created by God, Satan is simply an airborne leader! That is to say, he is strong enough and wretched enough in character to be able to be safe and secure for so many years without being overthrown."

The hell of Europe far away.

"Ah - sneeze!"

The great Lord of Hell, Lord Satan, was flipping through comics, lazily lying on his side on the throne.

"Who's talking about me?"

He turned around, didn't have any clues, and was planning to continue reading the maid manga that Beelzebub specially purchased from the East: "Sure enough, we should let the devil in the castle change into a maid costume..."

"Your Majesty, there is news from the ground that there are demons appearing on the earth without permission." Beelzebub, the second in command of hell, the elite among the elite, knocked on the door and bowed his head respectfully.

"What?!" Satan stood up in an instant, and his ferocious expression finally took on the demeanor of the Lord of Hell. "Who is so bold to disobey my order?"

Beelzebub pushed his glasses: "After investigation, the other party is not a demon who went to the ground recently, but a vampire transformed by a human. Do you need to bring it back?"

"Human beings..." Hearing that there were no demons leaving hell privately, Satan lazily waved his hands on the seat again, "Don't worry about it, let them solve the human affairs themselves, what does it have to do with us."

"Hey, wait! That vampire has nothing to do with Katz, right?" He stopped Beelzebub, who was about to leave after bowing, a little uneasy.

Don't, don't get me wrong!How could the great Lord Satan be afraid of a [-]-year-old immortal!It's purely out of respect for the seniors, and I don't want to make Katz angry because of the bunny running away!

Beelzebub paused for a moment, and his tone was a little subtle: "It should be considered related. The vampire named Dio was transformed by using Lord Katz's stone ghost face, but it was not Lord Katz's captive food reserve. It should be coincide."

So is it relevant or not?Since it's a vampire with a stone ghost face, it should be on Katz's recipe, right?But he doesn't know...

"Go and have a look quietly," Satan whispered cowardly after struggling for a long time, "If he dies in the hands of human beings, then he will be ignorant of anything, if he is not dead, then he will be captured and locked up in Katz's small bread breeding Base, count, count the gift I gave him."

"Your Majesty, hasn't Lord Katz been sent into space? He probably won't be able to come back."

"What do you know! A pervert like Katz, as long as he is given time, there is definitely a way to return to the earth to make trouble again. If we don't make arrangements now, we will be the ones who will be unlucky then!"

[Kaz who stopped thinking: ——]

It can only be said that the men of the pillars have left too much shadow in Satan's heart. Even knowing that Katz, who has become space junk, is basically impossible to come back, he can't restrain his inner fear.

Not yet knowing the horror of the [World] time stop, Beelzebub accepted the mission confidently and came to the ground.

"This is the material of Dio Brando's human period."

"What's the use of this? Information from more than 100 years ago is already outdated!"

"Then what's your opinion?"

Gojo Satoru kicked his feet up and yawned. The "discussion" in front of him has developed from a verbal attack to a duel. Britain is indeed a country of gentlemen, and these people throw their white gloves really well.

"It's really boring," Ming Ming, who was also invited, complained in a low voice, "Time is money, and I don't have extra money to listen to their nonsense."

"But I didn't expect to see you here. Is the opponent so difficult to deal with this time?" She twisted her waist and looked at Gojo Satoru, a hint of curiosity flashed in her black eyes.

"Probably?" Gojo Satoru shook his legs, looking bored, "How long will they be arguing? If I had known earlier, I would have acted faster than myself."

"I won't leave now, or it will be bad if I don't get the final payment." Seeing Gojo Wu stand up and walk out, Mingming smiled, and secretly decided to add 10% to the final payment.