Conjuring Ceiling runs with his best friend

Xia Youjie will never be able to truly reject Gotiao Wu. This is a truth that should be included in middle school textbooks.

'Whatever, I'm not the one who will regret it anyway. Xia Youjie, who failed to object, could only return to the temporary residence with the large roadblock behind him, "One day he can't take it anymore, he will go back by himself, anyway, the Wutiao family can keep him." '

'It's already like this, how could it be the worst. 'He fumbled for the key.

With the "click" sound of the key twisting, sleeping crookedly, still not forgetting Mimiko holding the weird doll in her arms tightly, and Nanako who was sleeping next to her, was suddenly awakened and rubbed her eyes sleepily : "...Master Xia You?"

The two children sat in the porch and waited for an unknown amount of time, and finally fell asleep next to each other.

"Master Xia You?! How did you get hurt so badly?" Originally, he wanted to apologize, but was stopped by Nanako's sudden exclamation. Complaining distressedly, the more shy Mimiko had tears rolling in her eyes, and she was about to cry.

"Oh~ this is the little devil's head you picked up? It's so sweet~" Gojo Satoru, who was ignored, forcibly grabbed Xia Youjie's shoulders through the little girl, with an unscrupulous smile on his equally seriously injured face.

"It's not the kid, it's Nanako and Mimiko." Xia Youjie knelt down and tried his best to comfort the two disturbed children as gently as possible, while introducing Gojo Satoru.

"Who are you, uncle!" Nanako stared at this white-haired man who was actually taller than Mr. Xia You, no matter what she looked at, she didn't like it.

"Uncle... Uncle!?" Wujo Satoru squatted down in shock, barely raised the corners of his mouth, pinched the cheek flesh that Nanako had managed to grow up, "Who are you talking about Uncle, brat, I will give you a chance to reorganize the language , I am a few months younger than Jie!"

"Sui Sui will kill Sui Sui!" (Whoever should be talking about who!) The struggling white-haired girl insisted on staring at the big white-haired man whom she labeled as a bad guy.

"Don't bully children, Wu." Xia Youjie hugged Mimiko who had finally stopped crying, closed the door and walked into the house, and asked Mimiko in his arms as he walked, "Have you eaten yet?"

She shook her head: "I want to wait for Mrs. Xia You to join me..."

Sure enough, Xia Youjie sighed, and changed the weight slightly heavier than the original: "If I can't come back in the future, don't wait any longer. If there is no food in the refrigerator, just order takeaway, I taught you that , the number is posted next to the phone, okay?"

Mimiko didn't say a word, she just buried her face in the side of his neck, looking at the two white-haired ones, one big and one small, who were still confronting each other through the gaps in the broken hair. 'Is that person... the person in the photo in Master Xia You's wallet? '

Xia Youjie stuffed the photos taken when the high school trio went out to play together, and Xia Youjie kept it in his wallet, and he didn't take it out even when he defected. He probably forgot it.

Xia Youjie, who was sore and tired, didn't have the heart to cook, but there was no takeaway to order at this late hour, so he had to fry the leftover food in the refrigerator to make do with it.

"Jie, you know how to cook? I'm not the first one to eat it!" Wujo Wu dialed. Although the appearance was ordinary, at least the fried rice was edible. It felt as novel as if he had never known Xia Youjie before.

"You just learned it, so you can't let a child who is not as tall as the cooking table do it." Xia Youjie is not surprised by his question, they are not people who can cook, even Nitzi is better than the cooking table Taiwan is interested.

"It's like a single mother who gave birth out of wedlock, Jie." Wujo Wu stared intently at Xia Youjie with a calm face, as if a flower had bloomed on his face.

"I won't have children." He paused, and answered this sentence from a wonderful angle.

Gojo Wujo, who was amused by Xia Youjie's answer, let out a breath and leaned back on the chair: "Jie is still the same as before, he made it so serious, I thought he had to get used to it again."

Nanako and Mimiko went back to their room to sleep after having a late dinner. Before leaving, Nanako gave Gojo Satoru a warning look, as it should have been ignored by the wayward magician.

Xia Youjie, who had given up understanding the five-article logic long ago, rubbed his forehead habitually, and directed the curse spirit to clean up the kitchen waste, "So what exactly are you thinking?"

Giving up everything in the magic world and coming to him, madness isn't that crazy, is it?But in his heart, he was not surprised by Gojo Satoru's choice, he could only say that he was worthy of Gojo Satoru, a man who was not surprised by anything he did.

"I've said it twice, Jie, didn't you listen to me?" The conjurer who repeated impatiently for the third time, no, he should be a curser in the future. Sunglasses, "What I think is not important at all, the most important thing now is, what are you going to do?"

"how should I do?"

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"As expected of Fu Heisher's agent." Xia Youjie sincerely praised Kong Shiyu's ability to work.

Although I didn't expect it, I finally found the remnants of the Panxing Sect.Both Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru find this kind of black humor that resembles the plot of a movie wonderful.

"Do you really want to go out in such a suit? That brat also agrees?" Kong Shiyu looked at Xia Youjie wearing five cassocks. With his usual gentle face, he inexplicably had the illusion of compassion, and went out to deceive some ignorant believers. is enough.

Xia Youjie looked at him calmly and calmly. He didn't think there was anything wrong with pretending to be a monk, even though he hadn't even read the most basic "Diamond Sutra": "Not bad, right? Playing mysteries is very important."

Xia Youjie thought for a long time, what reason should he use to gather manpower and money?Even if the ideal is to kill all non-artists, it doesn't affect him knowing that this is a career that requires a lot of money and time, and the fastest way to get money is definitely inseparable from non-artists.

"Since you recommended the Panxing Sect, do you have any ideas?" Xia Youjie asked Kong Shiyu, "You know I have a grudge against them, right?" Although there was a smile on his face, the curse spirit in his hand He is ready to go, and if he doesn't have a satisfactory answer, he doesn't mind changing an agent.

Kong Shiyu took a sip of tea calmly, as if he hadn't noticed the surge of mana, and pushed the documents calmly: "They are the most suitable for your request. You should be clear about the influence of religion in this country. According to Using religion is perfect for your purpose. Panxing Sect has many believers, firm beliefs, and abundant funds. There is no other such superior condition."

Flipping through the materials he handed over, Xia Youjie felt a little subtle: "Religion...is really suitable for manipulating people's hearts."

Now that it is decided to establish a religious group, it is very important to establish the object of belief.Whether it's Xia Youjie or Wujo Wu, they are people who don't believe in gods at all. Instead of setting up a sculpture on top of their heads that makes them feel uncomfortable, it's better to put it on their own.

After killing titles such as bishop, leader, god son, pope, god master, etc., the identity settings of the patriarch Xia Youjie and the saint son Wujowu were finally determined.

"Why am I the Holy Son, and you are the Patriarch, Jie?" The white-haired cursing teacher puffed up his face in dissatisfaction, "It feels like becoming your son."

Standing in front of the mirror and admiring the new clothes, Xia Youjie watched Gojo Satoru rolling around on the bed from the mirror: "Because the Holy Son is connected to the gods, and the Godfather is just a human being who manages the congregation," he said with The inexplicable smile continued, "So it's not father and son." It's the relationship between false gods and false believers.

The quilt with Gojo Satoru as its stuffing squirmed twice, and fell silent.

Xia Youjie released him from the quilt: "Don't make trouble, every time you make a mess, you don't tidy it up. Come and see how I wear this?"

Wujo Wu, who was driven to the ground, crossed his legs and looked up at Xia Youjie who was making the bed: "Why is it five cassocks...it feels weird."

While re-laying the quilt, he casually answered his question: "Isn't it good-looking? Religion always requires some special clothing." Then he squatted down and smiled slyly at Gojo Satoru, "And it's five cassocks. "

Gojo Goto was stunned for a moment, then suddenly touched the tip of his nose with one hand to cover up, and covered Xia Youjie's face with the other and pushed him away: "Is it really intentional! Jie is so wicked!"

Xia Youjie, who was pushed down and sat on the ground, laughed loudly: "This is the devout belief of believers, Lord Wutiao!"

"What, you don't believe in God at all!" Wujo Wutiao rushed forward and began to wrestle, and the two of them rolled around to avoid dragging the floor.

In short, the general framework is settled in this way, and the details can be filled in slowly. The important thing now is to meet the future believers for the first time.

"Master Xia You..." Nanako and Mimiko hid in the background, watching Xia Youjie who was getting ready, Gojo Satoru stood behind them with his arms around the two little girls.

In the past few days, their relationship with Gojo Satoru has become much better.Although Nanako still doesn't like the man who made Lord Xia You come back with injuries all over his body, but because he is the only close friend of Lord Xia You, she still reluctantly accepts Gojo Satoru.

And it is impossible for Wutiao Wu to care about the two children, let alone these two little girls were raised by Xia Youjie as daughters.After a few days, the three of them can already get along with each other like this.

"Look carefully," Xia Youjie rubbed the heads of the two of them, then looked up at Gojo Wu, "Really not going?"

"No~ God should keep a little distance from ordinary believers, right?" Gojo Wu, who was resolutely refusing to put on the gojo cassock and only wore a navy blue kimono, tightly hugged the child's hand, "And at the critical moment I can still cover it up."

Xia Youjie understood what he meant, and he also thought that it would be better for such a young child not to give blood casually.Without saying anything more, he turned to Kong Shiyu who was behind him: "Is everything here?"

It was the first time he appeared on the stage, although the scene was a bit bloody, but it must be experienced, and some small waves are harmless at all.

"Since you're a monkey, why don't you just submit to me honestly?" Xia Youjie looked at the blood splattered on his clothes with disgust, "I can't wear the clothes I just changed. Ah, it's so annoying, and there are stains on my face." It’s touched, why does the monkey have so much blood? I really want to take a bath, or should I just disinfect my whole body?”

Non-magicians are all monkeys, and I hate monkeys from the bottom of my heart.