The daily life of Shier and 5t5

"If it's fake, he's your bastard father." Wujo Wu rolled his eyes in disgust, "Even Lord Yama won't leave."

Fu Heihui turned to his father.

"You showed up this time to take me to the Chanyuan home?"

Facing his son's immature face, Shi Er said decisively: "Of course not."

From the few words of the baby face, he learned that he had escaped from the Zenyuan family before.

Can make him so disgusted, that kind of feudal family is inseparable, it must be a morgue full of decayed bones.

How could it be possible to bury his flowery Huihui in that kind of corpse?

——My son, he must follow me.

Shi Er is very confident. Although he is poor and has no fixed place to live, he has a lot of capital: strength, skill, face, and body.

Not glamorous, but enough to feed a child anyway.

"From now on, follow me." Shi Er slapped the little boy's hedgehog head.

A little sticky, but surprisingly lovely to the touch.

Fu Heihui stiffened his neck and refused to be pressed down by him: "What are you doing after you?"

"Be popular, drink hot food, bet on horses, and win money." Shi Er squeezed his son's shoulders, "Train your little body into a strong one."

"What about the money owed?" Fu Heihui asked again.

Shi Er's forehead twitched: "When I have money...before that, avoid debts first, no, travel first."

"I can wander with you because I am your son." Fu Heihui was serious but indifferent, "But Tsumiki is a girl and cannot live that kind of life."

Tsumiji was the girl who was waving to Huihui upstairs just now.

"You boy..." Shi Er was a little surprised.

At a young age, he has a stronger sense of responsibility than a father.He is so considerate of others, this kind of gentleness is probably inherited from his mother.

Unlike him, Hui will definitely grow into a wonderful man in the future.

Shi Er had mixed feelings in his heart, and grinned on his face: "You're pretty good at picking up girls."

Fu Heihui was obviously angry: "She is my sister."

The little boy was obviously angry, but his face was stiff like a little adult, his pupils were as beautiful as obsidian.

Grass is so cute.

Shi'er's heart was full of excitement, and he was just about to say something when someone pinched his palm.

"Father and son is deeply affectionate, it is really moving." Wujo Wu said so, but his expression was still owed, "But do you forget to ask, what am I doing?"

"Trafficking?" Shi Er didn't give him a good face.

"This is another task." Gojo Satoru raised his index finger, "The main task, as Shier said just now, I'm here to collect debts~"

He pulls out a long list, the end of which hangs directly to the floor.

"Glass' resurrection fee, two-year nursing fee to maintain Shier's vital signs, guard fee, equipment fee, medical expenses...the amount is too much, and it can only be mortgaged by Shier himself. It is an indefinite sale."

"Wait, forget those, what's the last one?" Shier squatted on the ground, grabbed the end of the list, "What the hell is so expensive?"

I saw an "infinity" symbol drawn behind the last arrears amount.

"That," Gojo Satoru smiled sincerely, "it's compensation for my mental damage and disfigurement."

Shi Er raised his head, and the dead fish eyes rolled up, looking at him like a mentally disabled patient.

Gojo Wu pushed back the broken hair at the corner of his forehead, revealing his forehead: "Shier was stabbed here, I thought it would leave a scar, and I was worried for a while."

Immediately, he smiled coquettishly and said, "I'm a priceless treasure, so it's only natural to pay 'infinity'."