The daily life of Shier and 5t5

Zenyuan Naoya's smile collapsed for a moment.

He has been looking forward to the expression on that pretty face when he meets Shier again.

Anger, panic, or fear?

All in all it must be exciting.

But never expected that he only saw alienation and blankness.

I heard that it was amnesia, and I no longer remember the past.

— what a disappointment.

"I heard from my father that Mr. Shi Er lost his memory, even I don't remember it, but it's true." Naoya frowned slightly, slightly sad, "...and, he has a son."

Shir watched him coldly.

He instinctively loathes this person who exudes hypocrisy from the inside out.Deliberately hitting people to get his attention, even the number of butt-offs is not so low.

Before he could speak, Naoya had already moved closer to the boy in his arms: "Hui Jun, I'm your uncle."

Fu Heihui was like a vigilant little black panther, unwilling to talk to strangers, and stuck closer to his father.

Shi Er pampered his son, and when he turned to Naoya, his eyebrows were raised, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

This person claimed to be Hui's uncle, and he had already explained his identity.

Whether it is Zhibiren or Shan's son, each has only one identity-an enemy who may threaten the son.

Naoya was squinting and smiling, when suddenly his neckline was pulled up roughly, and he met Shir's face suddenly.

At an extremely close distance, the eyes of ferocious beasts fell down black and heavy, choking his breath.

Naoya tasted blood.

"It doesn't matter what you're here for." Shi'er's voice was low and hoarse, "but since you know Hui is my son, then be sensible, before I crush your head—get out."

Naoya stopped breathing.

He didn't know what his expression was, anyway, when he recovered from the blank mind, the man had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and licked the bite wound in his mouth.

"This is not the end, Shier." Naoya raised the corners of his lips, "Just wait, I will let you recognize your proper identity."

A beast with beautiful fur should be locked in a cage and let others play with it.

As for the weak cub?

Strangling to death in front of the beast, the expression on that face must be very refreshing.

"...Master?" The casual attendant was frightened by his terrifying expression.

"To shut up."

"No, master, it's..."

A hand patted Zenyuan Naoya's shoulder.

Naoya's pupils constricted: When did someone stand there? !

He moved quickly in an attempt to get rid of it, but the hand remained intact on his shoulder, obviously able to handle the speed with ease.

impossible……!How could anyone in the world be faster than him? ! !

A laughing voice came from behind Naoya.

"It seems that you know Shier's past very well." Gojo Satoru said without refusal, "find a place where we can have a good chat?"

The scene in front of him changed instantly, and in the blink of an eye, Naoya found himself in the pavilion at the back of the Zenyuan home, and all the servants around him disappeared.

——In this kind of place, even death is silent and no one knows.

Gojo Satoru kicked the stone bench in front of him and smiled.

"Naoya, sit down."