I am 5t5 his ancestor

Although he was ready to be looked down upon all the time after coming hundreds of years, he was a little dazed when he was regarded by Wu's teacher as a child who took his mobile phone by mistake.

But soon, Wujo Liu felt the breath of Wujo Wu.

He turned his head slightly, and saw Wujo Satoru, who was much taller than him, wearing a girlish apron, took off the sunglasses from his eyes, and put them on his face gently.

"Little ancestor, leave the next thing to me?"

Wu Tiaoliu nodded: "Yeah!"

Then, pushing the glasses that were still hot, he walked outside.

I have to say that the glasses are a good thing, and the messages that can be received quickly decrease hundreds of times.

But I can't help but think of Wu... Is it ok not to wear glasses?

After all, since he was born, he has received hundreds of times of information every day, and he has long been used to it.

"Sure enough, give it back to him."

Wu Tiaoliu thought about it, and returned to the hall with his hands in his pockets. Looking up, the guests who were enthusiastic just now disappeared at some point, the door was closed tightly, and more than half of the lights were turned off.

Obviously still dressed as always.

But without the favor and heat, it is so lonely.

The corners of Wutiaoliu's mouth trembled.

Suddenly remembered, before fighting the Patriarch of the Chanyuan family, his parents stood in front of him, smiling extremely kindly.

"Aliu, we are the ones who let you bear such great pressure at such a young age. You were born with six eyes, and you were born to hold glory... But no matter when, you are still our son."

"So..." The parents looked at each other, then raised their hands and placed them gently on his forehead.

"Abandon the position of Patriarch, in front of us—"

The familiar heat gently placed on his head, and the hearty boy banned the past parental voice.

"Cry if you want to."

The huge loneliness exploded in my heart like fireworks.

Wujoliu stared at the toes of him and Wujo Satoru, listening to the crying that was like a beautiful accompaniment, and gradually clenched his teeth.

The people in front of him just stared at him, and under the dimly lit scene, the tall man gently hugged the crying boy.

"Really, when I was your age, I was like heaven and earth. If anyone dares to make me cry, I will definitely beat his whole family!"

"Who is crying? Don't make false accusations!"

Listening to the hoarse voice after expressing, Gojo Satoru looked helpless: "It's okay, you didn't cry..."

Oh really.

After all, it was a child, much younger than him.Although he is a small ancestor on the surface, he has borne countless pressures since he was a child.

It's not like him.

Not long after he was born, although many people assassinated him, the Wutiao family protected him like a treasure.

Naturally, when he grows strong enough... the assassin has completely turned into a door-to-door experience.

Wujo Satoru couldn't help feeling emotional when he thought of this.

He will never forget before, after seeing the message from Wutiaoliu, he suddenly remembered—before him, Wutiao's family also had such a Liuyan.

But the Six Eyes died during the battle with the Patriarch of the Zen Academy, on that windy day.

And the existence in history that should have died, that made people feel emotional, and left a faint imprint on the genealogy, now has life and courage, and puts down the burden that was suppressed on him.

"Aliu."

Gojo Satoru said in a low voice: "From today onwards, you are no longer the head of the Gojo family."

He looked at the boy trembling slightly, and continued: "I declare to you as the current Patriarch."

"Fart!" Wu Tiaoliu quickly raised his head, and the tears he had accumulated quickly flowed down from his eyes as he stood up quickly.

But Wutiaoliu didn't care about these at the moment.

"The Wutiao family is gone, so what are you going to do with the Wutiao family?" He pulled off his sunglasses, and quickly ran towards the resting direction with his head on his back.

"I'm going for a rest--"

"good night!"

In the same place, Gojo Satoru looked at the wet sunglasses in his hand and chuckled.

"Sure enough, he's still a child."

"Let me bear the excessive pressure!"

Yidizhi Jiegao, who had been watching for a long time, walked over slowly. Before he could speak, the man in front of him waved his hand.

"Yidichi, forget what you just saw."

Yidichi Jiegao's face twitched: "..."

Help, he really can't forget! !

in a small room.

After watching the whole process, Duochuan Xuecheng, who was almost in the form of a cat, retracted his head and yawned slowly.

Ugh!

The little friend is leaving, and the daily turnover may drop again.

Duochuan Xuecheng pulled the mat, and suddenly found that his mobile phone lit up.

After he slapped it away quickly with his paw... there was only one message on it.

[Natsume-sensei: I will come to Tokyo to see you the day after tomorrow]

Tachuan Xuecheng, who told the teacher that he just came out to relax and not a cowherd: ...

Help! !

Lots of dreams tonight.

Even the elders of the director department couldn't sleep well, and the people below worked overtime even more.

Their building was destroyed and they had to temporarily go to work elsewhere.

It's not that they haven't thought about backing up... It's just that the idea was just born, and they thought: their director department has existed for hundreds of years!Who would bomb their building for nothing?

Oh... there is one.

"Damn Gojo Satoru, what are you doing to bomb the Director's Department? Is he dissatisfied with the Director's Department!! That fellow Noctua Masato hasn't contacted Gojo Satoru yet, and the Gojo Family's people are there to fight with each other—"

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and the elders who couldn't sleep were very worried, so they simply dragged everyone to work overtime together.

However, their overtime work is not to do serious things, but to slap the desktop incompetently and furiously.

"Who knows what Gojo Satoru wants to do?"

Another elder was very worried: "Obviously before the Yusanjia and the director's department maintained an extremely stable relationship."

"What else can it be! Gojo Satoru wants to do something!"

Many elders were extremely angry.

But they couldn't do anything.

Directly threaten people Wujo Satoru is familiar with?Is it because he is afraid that Gojo Satoshi is not good enough?

"Ugh……"

Sighs came and went.

At this time, there was a sound of refreshing Twitter.

Many elders glanced over there... The person who was seen was looking at the picture with his mobile phone, and when he realized that he was being watched by the elders, he quickly stepped forward and expressed his sincerity: "Elders, I think I know where Gojo Satoru is!"

The elders are not angry.

The person who was followed immediately got the meaning and handed over the phone.

The elders looked over one by one.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Liuyan, who was wearing a cowherd suit and long white hair, came into view against the background of the supermarket elevator!

Perhaps the person who took the photo provoked the people of the Gojo family, and the other party looked over...the blue eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

But this also made the elders see more clearly.

"This is definitely six eyes!"

"Is it Gojo Satoru?"

"It's definitely him—under such circumstances, he has the leisure to go to the mall!"

The elders discussed it.Finally, one eye saw it well: "Wait... the time is wrong!"

"It's about whether you have discovered it? This six-eyed one seems to be a head lower than Gojo Satoru."

"If you have to say it...is it the new Six Eyes?"

As soon as these words came out, all the elders panicked.

"How could it be six eyes!"

"Fake, is this the p-picture that the young people said?"

All kinds of discussions and all kinds of churning.

Fortunately, a respected elder made the final decision: "Go and investigate—"

A vicious gaze flashed in his eyes: "Whether it's the new Six Eyes or Gojo Satoru's deliberate disguise!"

Early the next morning.

Wutiaoliu woke up and found that something was wrong—I always felt that the surroundings were too quiet.

He put on his clothes and walked out of the room slowly.As soon as he came to the hall, he saw a bunch of people dressed in black suits who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and quickly turned around to salute him.

"Master Liu!"

"By the order of the Patriarch, I will pick you up to school!"