pure love tyrant

Fu Heihui had never seen Gojo Satoru's murderous look while smiling like this, and he was a little terrified.

But the strange thing is that the black-haired man whose name has not been revealed so far is also showing murderous intent, but Fu Heihui feels that...

It's nothing.

It's obviously a terrifying murderous look, isn't it?

Fu Heihui looked at the knotweed Youren.

The pink-haired boy who was rubbing the goosebumps on his arms retreated again and again, obviously not used to the powerful aura of these two people.

Where is the difference?

After the trusted teacher arrived, the boy with the head of a sea urchin was relieved, and silently started his errands.

And the two adults over there chatted with murderous intent.

"This thing."

Shi Er took out the dead wax finger from his pocket, and gave Wutiao Wu a nod.

"It's your target."

"Ah. That! Can you return it to me? If not, those bad old men who can't be killed will be very annoying." Gojo Satoru nodded.

Shier put his fingers back into his pockets and patted them.

"Haha——" Wujo Wu smiled brightly, but what he said was completely dark, "I can get it if I kill you."

"What price are you going to offer?" Shi Er stretched out his hand to Gojo Satoru, "This finger, and—"

He looked at Fu Heihui.

"Save your student's job."

Fu Heihui looked over with a surprised face: "Huh? Me?" It's fine to sell Su Nuo's finger for money, but saving him also counts as money?

Wujo Wu replied with a smile: "Hui, well, well, well, this man is like this, he wants money to death."

"I don't know if there is such a life flower~"

Gojo Satoru almost seized the opportunity to harm the heaven and the tyrant.

It's shameless to ask him for money after saving his own son.

This level of irony, to Shier, is completely drizzle.

The older adult said lightly: "You don't have to worry about this, even if it's in your ass, it's my business."

Gojo Satoru laughed loudly: "Really? The famous magician killer still does this? Come on, come on, what are you going to do?" He looked very interested.

Shi Er poked his ears: "First oo, then xx, then gg."

Wujo Wujo shook his head tut-tsk: "Is this still necessary? Can you do it?"

Shi Erbi gestured: "It's more than enough to deal with you."

The brash fight between two unscrupulous adults directly caused smoke to rise from the children's heads.

Yuzu Yujin blushed, covered his ears and shook his head vigorously: "Ah! Ah! I, I can't listen! I'm still underage! I'll be scolded if I hear it!"

Fu Heihui also had a thin layer of red on his face, and the veins on his forehead popped out: "Hey! You guys! If you want to talk about something serious, hurry up!" What are you talking about!

"Sorry~"

"whispering sound."

There is no sincerity.

"Tsk!"

The annoyed minor gave the two bad ones a hard look, lifted the curtain and walked out of the ramen restaurant.

Seeing Fu Heihui leave, Knotaba Yuhito, who was still covering his ears with his hands, followed out.If he stayed any longer, Fenmao DK felt that it was time to have a strange dream at night.

"Okay, let's talk about it, Hui's scumbag father." Gojo Satoru smiled.

After lighting a cigarette again, Shier took a deep breath and exhaled thick smoke. The expression under the black broken hair was blocked by the smoke, making it hard to see clearly.

"I want to read the collection of the high school, and when necessary, I will also read the books of your Wutiao family."

Gojo Satoru didn't get to the bottom of the strange conditions put forward by Tian and Tyrant, and he might not tell the truth if he asked a man. Six Eyes just mentioned something out of the protection of ancient books.

"Would you take it away, damage it, copy it?"

"No, just look."

"There's nothing wrong with that, it's a deal."

Shi Er simply and neatly threw the dead wax to Gojo Wu. He was not worried about Liuyan cheating. On the one hand, the arrogant Liuyan didn't bother to do this. Proprietary is only good.

Tsk, this guy is still cheap.

Shi Er, who felt that he had done a loss-making business, was angry.

"Is the super-grade magic item already rotten on the street now? Any bastard can get it. It's just shit luck that your magic world is not over yet."

"I think it's over, too, but not now."

Gojo Satoru heard the implication of Tian and Tyrant, which was implicitly saying that the super-spelled object should be equipped with a more powerful handler, instead of assigning him to the immature Kei.

Oh, oh, is this here to defend your son?

Not entirely unconscionable.

It's just that Gojo Satoru didn't intend to follow his words.

"Why, do you feel sorry for your son? When you sold Hui back then, didn't you have a good time?" You sneered as soon as you opened your mouth.

Shi Er was taken aback.

Although he had already confirmed that this was not his own world, he did not expect that the self in this world would also have the idea of ​​selling his son, and it would be so successful.

This shows two things.

First, the self in this world has not met Xing.There is Xun Zai, that half-grown boy is definitely not the dead-hearted person he is now.

Second, according to the surname, the self in this world should not have sold that kid to the Zen Academy.

So who did it sell to?

The surname Fu Hei came out randomly. Is there really such a person or family in this world?

Also, what about the 'Shir' of this world?

Gojo Satoru saw his own reaction was a bit big, it seems that the 'Shier' of this world has been missing for a long time, otherwise, Gojo Satoru wouldn't be so surprised.

There are a lot of questions, but for Shier, they are all knowable and unknowable.

This is not his own world, and this cub is not his own cub.

He cares so much what to do.

Thinking of this, Shi Er sneered.

"Don't provoke me with words, the magic world and that kid have nothing to do with me now."

Yes, nothing to do.

His favor will beat his shoulders, serve him tea, puff his mouth when he is teased, whether it is a chubby face or a sea urchin head, it feels good to the touch, and he is usually a bit serious, but at home, that kid Always looking for praise with a smiling face, a childish kid.

Instead of this young man who was thin and thin, who refused to be approached by others just like his prickly black hair, with a dull expression.

Shi Er has seen the deadness and meaninglessness in the young man's green eyes many times.

In the mirror from many years ago.

Fu Heihui came out of the room yawning, and a pink hair came out from the room on the left: "Oh, Fu Hei! Good morning."

Fu Heihui: "Huh?"

Immediately afterwards, a black hair came out of the room on the right.

The man with dark circles under his eyes yawned and waved his hands as a greeting.

Then he bypassed Fu Heihui, went into his room, opened the refrigerator, took out the breakfast prepared by Fu Heihui, tore open the package, and ate.

Seeing this, Hu Zhang also walked in, and shouted very familiarly: "Brother, how do you know that there is food in Fu Hei's room."

With a rice ball in his mouth, Shi Er casually gave the knotweed one, vaguely: "Guess." The kid in the family has the habit of hoarding food since he was a child, but he didn't expect this grown-up version to do the same, which is quite convenient.

Yujin Yuzhang was still polite than Bisher, and he did not forget to thank the maker while eating the rice ball.

The pink-haired boy clasped his hands together: "Thank you Fu Hei for the food."

Fu Heihui: "..."

The blue veins appeared in the corner of the boy's forehead early in the morning.

"Boom boom boom!"

On the old wooden floor of the curse, an angry sea urchin stepped out of the sound of thousands of troops and horses marching in unison.

Fu Heihui suddenly opened the door of the teacher's office: "Teacher Wutiao! What's going on with those two guys!"

Gojo Satoru, with two long legs resting on the table, raised his face and looked at his student backwards.

"Kojo Yuhito wanted to help more people, so he became a student of Curse High and your classmate! The little guy has good physical fitness, and he can learn how to use magic tools from Maki. As for that guy..."

"Just treat him as a transparent person~~"

Gojo Satoru replied happily.

"how could it be possible!!"

One and two are both troublesome characters, why should they live next to themselves!Is this some new form of punishment? !

While Fu Heihui was holding back his anger, Gojo Satoru gave another blow: "By the way, Hui, these few days, while resting, you take that guy to the Curse High Library."

"Be a good lecturer~"

"Can you refuse?"

Fu Heihui made the last struggle.

"certainly--"

"No~~"

Gojo Satoru turned around the chair and patted Fukuroi on the shoulder.

"The second grade went out, and Knotweed is going to receive basic training from Principal Ye Moth. I'm going out for a while, and you guys just met again, so don't say no, it's you, Hui~"

Fu Heihui: ...

Let the world be destroyed.

When two men, one big and one small, walked through the mansion with their stinky faces, they scared many assistant supervisors.

Fu Heihui was assigned a job that he didn't want to do, while Fu Heisher was sleepy.

After coming to this world for a few days, Fu Heisher has not had a solid sleep.

The arms are empty, the bed is not right, tossing and turning, only a night of nightmares and dark circles under the eyes.

How long has it been like this?

Gee.

hurry home!

Shi Er used Su Nuo's fingers to exchange the reading rights of the Jugao library and the Wutiaojia library, for this reason.

He was looking for spells or spell tools related to time and space.

Even if he can't go back, as long as he can send a message to Xun, Xun will definitely be able to find him.

Shir believed so.

Manga's library is no different from a normal school library, with tall bookshelves and neatly arranged books, the only difference is probably the seal symbols that can be seen everywhere.

Fu Heihui likes books very much. The world shown to him by books can make him forget many troubles.

But at this moment, in the quiet library, surrounded by many books, Fu Heihui's irritability gradually subsided.

Putting a thread-bound book back to its original place, Fu Heihui let out a long sigh of relief. Looking up, from the gap in the bookshelf, he saw a black-haired man flipping through the books quickly.

The actions were very rude, and there were a few books that looked very old at first glance, and the pages of the books fell out.

Fu Heihui's blood pressure soared instantly.

Hello!That is an ancient book!Take out all things that can enter the museum and be listed as cultural relics!

Fu Heihui, who couldn't stand it, walked over quickly and stopped the man's rough behavior.

"Please do not do this."

Although he was scolding fiercely in his head, Fu Heihui was still a child who knew the general idea, and he still paid attention to the wording when he said it.

It's a pity that his politeness is of no use to the man in front of him.

Shi Er said "hmm" without raising his head, and continued to go his own way.

The yellowed pages were supposed to be gently twisted and turned carefully, but in the man's wide palm, like a magazine, they were turned with a clattering noise.

The corners of Fu Heihui's eyes twitched, he snatched the book from the man's hand, and said in a cold voice, "What are you looking for, I'll help you find it. Please don't treat books so rudely."

Shi'er raised his head and looked at the boy with his lips pursed, looking unhappy: "Do you like to read books? Have you read all these books?"

"Well. Almost." Fu Heihui replied very coldly.

But when he saw the black-haired man raised his eyebrows, his expression seemed a little surprised.

Fu Heihui:?

Another same preference.Is it true that you are alone?

Shi Er threw the weird idea of ​​'different worlds and one cub' behind his head, and said, "Help me find spells and spell tools related to time and space, and similar historical records are also fine."

Fu Heihui's eyes widened slightly, and the strange answer aroused great curiosity in him: "Why are you looking for these?"

Then, as if realizing that it was rude to pry into other people's privacy, Fu Heihui added: "Ah, I'm sorry, you don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Shi Er looked at him fixedly, with an inexplicable look on his face.

When curiosity appeared in the boy's eyes, Shi'er finally saw a shadow of his own little boy.

'Dad, how can I be as strong as you? '

'It's good to beat people more. '

'Liar...'

'Really, I was beaten by others first, and my body was strengthened, and then it was me who beat others. '

'Are the people you beat up okay? '

'?What's the matter with you kid, shouldn't you ask your dad if I'm okay? '

'I don't think the people my dad beat up are no better than my dad. '

'That's right, they're all dead. '

'...'

Shi Er raised his hand and put it down: "It's nothing to tell you."

"I'm looking for how to send a message across space."

Fu Heihui pondered: "Is it like Wutiao's teleportation? Biu suddenly appeared from a far away place to the front of your eyes."

"It's about the same, but the distance is a little bit farther."

"How far?"

"Probably, the phone can't reach far."

With a black line on his face, Fu Heihui, who was muttering "Isn't this because of the lack of signal?", still honestly searched for books according to Shier's request.

This look is exactly the same as the expression of his own son when he obviously doesn't want to, but still obeys his orders and works for him.

Shi Er blinked, contemptuous of his sudden softness.

It must be because I didn't sleep well.

Thinking of this, the black-haired man asked, "Do you want to eat ginger?"

Fu Heihui turned his head abruptly: "!!"

Under the skeptical gaze of the young man, Shi Er scratched his chin with a lot of stubble, and held back a reason: "Just thank you for helping me find the book."

Fu Heihui frowned, stared at Shi Er for a while, and then nodded slightly: "Yes."

When Gojo Satoru came to find Fu Heihui and Knotweed to welcome their third freshman this year, he saw:

In Fu Heihui's room, Fu Heisher, who was extremely disqualified as a father, brought a large bowl of delicious dishes and put them on the table of the black-haired boy.

Fuhei's little sea urchin tentatively picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth. Then, his green eyes lit up.

The black-haired man showed off proudly, and got a big white eye from the boy who kept chopsticks.

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, then laughed silently.

It doesn't matter what you say.

Doesn't it matter?

After this meal, the relationship between cross-border father and son improved a lot.

It's a pity that the harmonious relationship cannot make what Shier is looking for appear.

"I'll visit Wutiao's house in the afternoon."

If there is no Wutiao family, he will go to the Buddhist monastery; if the Zen monastery is not available, he will go to Kagao in Kyoto.

If he couldn't find it, he kept looking for it.

This is the only thing he can do besides waiting.

Fu Heihui was a little worried. The dark circles under the black-haired man's eyes became more and more serious. Although his face was not haggard, the aura on his body was more gloomy and sharp than before.

Knotabagi Youroto told him twice in private.

"Hey, Fu Hei, what's wrong with that big brother? It seems like he's going to explode in the next second."

Knotweed's animal intuition is really right.

Shir's room was in a mess, with beer cans scattered on the floor and cigarette butts piled up like hills in the ashtray.

From this point of view, the problem has already begun to become serious.

However, when Fu Heihui asked Shier, he just shook his head: "It's useless, this is my problem."

I don't belong here.

After the man said this, he fell silent and continued to smoke one cigarette after another.

Now, Fu Heihui has nothing to do.

The boy hesitated for a moment, and said to the black-haired man who put on his coat and was about to go out: "If there is anything I can help, please feel free to tell me."

Shi'er didn't say yes, nor did he say that he didn't need it, but when he and the boy passed by, he reached out and patted his head.

Fu Heihui looked at the slightly arched and broad back of the black-haired man, and lightning flashed through his mind.

This scene in front of me.

I always feel like I've seen him somewhere.

Gojo Satoru greeted him, and Shi Er entered Wujo's house without any twists and turns, and entered the library of Wujo's house without any trouble.

Looking at the books in several cabinets, Shi Er poker-faced, picked up one of them according to the classification.

The light outside the window went from bright to dim and then disappeared.

It was dark in the library of the Gojo family.

Shier lowered his hand, and the book in his hand fell to the pile of books on the floor.

No, still no.

There are quite few spells and spells related to time and space, and some of them are also forbidden types, such as the prison gate.

As for traveling through time and space...

Not an iota of information.

Shi Er walked out of the dark library of Gojo's house, thinking while walking.

Apart from Yusanjia, who else might know this information?

After reading the book for so many days, Shi Er has a relatively comprehensive understanding of the magic world

When this thought surfaced, his first reaction was.

Tian Yuan.

The immortal who has truly lived for a thousand years.

At that time, Tian Yuan opened the barrier, and he was a person with profound knowledge and amazing talents. After that, he experienced another thousand years.The knowledge reserve should be quite good.

The more Shi Er thought about it, the more reliable it became.

At this time, a group of people came across the long corridor of Wujo’s house. The group of people didn’t even look at Shier who was wearing a hood. .

Before the man's hand touched Shi'er, he was pushed to the ground by Shi'er's movement too fast to see.

"Bold! Don't you know that this is Mr. Shan from the Buddhist monastery! You still don't kneel down!"

Thinking that Shier was just a servant of Wutiao's family, the group of people yelled loudly.

"Oh? It's a fan."

Shi Er took off his hood and looked at the Nabo people—[Bing], headed by Zenyuan Fan, to discuss some cooperation projects with the Wutiao family.

"It's really... long time no see."

In the ghost-like expressions of those people, Shi Er raised the corner of his mouth and showed a malicious smile.

Where in life do not meet.

At the same time, in Kanagawa, north of Sangmo Bay, an inconspicuous warehouse door opened from the inside out.

In the darkness, a head poked out cautiously, looked left and right: "No one!"

Immediately afterwards, a figure carrying a cross-body bag came out of the warehouse, followed by one, two, three, three figures who looked like children.

The moonlight passed through the clouds, sweeping down a very faint halo on the ground, and also illuminated the four people who suddenly appeared in this remote warehouse.

It was the Fuhei family who came to look for Shier.

The primary school student Hui looked around, saw the words on a box in the warehouse, and pulled Xun's sleeve: "Xin, this is Kanagawa! This place looks no different from home, is dad really here?"

The place the little boy with the head of a sea urchin traveled to was either the strange Hunter Continent, or the New York where superheroes were flying all over the sky. When he first came to a normal place, the little boy felt...

It's not time travel!

Xun held an old compass in his hand, and the needle of the compass did not shake at all, pointing straight to the northeast.

"This is the magical compass I borrowed from Captain Jack. It can point to the direction of what the holder wants most. It now points to the northeast, and Mr. Shire is there."

Maki: "There are many cities to the northeast of Kanagawa, which one is it?"

Xun: "I can't be sure. If Mr. Shier moves, the compass will also move. We can only follow the compass."

Zhenyi: "Then we need a place to stay and a car now."

Xun put the compass in his messenger bag, and pointed to the lit street not far from the warehouse: "Then let's go! I hope the yen can still be used here, if not, I can only use gold..."

The three boys chattered behind Xun and discussed.

Hui: "This world looks so ordinary."

Maki: "Not all other worlds are exaggerated."

Zhenyi: "You don't need to go to class, you can go anywhere."

Megumi and Maki gave Zhenyi a thumbs-up at the same time: "That's right!"