pure love tyrant

Wutiao passers-by were sent by the Wutiao family to persuade the Buddhist monastery, and they were very reluctant.What's the matter with my Wutiao family because of the internal strife in their Buddhist monastery? Killing lives and killing them, wouldn't it be cheaper for our Wutiao family to die?

But the person who sent him said that the besieged Buddhist temple was given instructions by the head of the family, Gojo Satoru, and he was allowed to freely enter and leave the library of the Gojo family.The important places of the family, such as the library, can be opened to him, and that Buddhist temple must be deeply trusted by the head of the family.

If that person made any mistakes in Wutiao's house, it would be difficult to explain to the head of the house.

Based on the above reasons, the five passers-by muttered, but they still came to the Yanwu Field - the place where the two waves of the Buddhist temple made an appointment.

Five passers-by thought they would see a tragic battle.

The lonely Chanyuan looks tall and powerful, and looks capable of fighting, but he is facing [Bing] led by Chanyuan Fan, the Zenyuan's elite magician team, which is well-known in the Yusanjia and even the entire magic world.

such a challenge

, No matter how powerful that lonely monastery is, it will be in a hard fight.

But in fact, what the five passers-by saw was a boring "scraping" battle.

Why is it called scraping? It means that one party is too weak to cause any real harm to the other party.

It's like scratching the skin with a finger, even hp-1 can't do it.

The [Bing] people, centered on the Zenyuan fan, use spells or shadow techniques to attack the only opponent.They cooperated with each other tacitly, advancing and retreating in a certain way, and it looked like that.

It's a pity that all the attacks were dissipated by the black blade in Gushenyuan's hand.

Zenyuan Fan, who has always had meticulous hair and an arrogant and indifferent expression, now looks like a desperate gambler, with no image, flushed face, bulging veins on his neck, and his body is explaining what it means to be out of breath.

"Damn it! A bunch of idiots! That spell is weird, cut off his hand! Take the spell over here!! Kill him!"

Wutiao passers-by do not have mind reading skills, otherwise they would have heard [Bing] people deceiving themselves and others and not wanting to believe the facts in front of them.

"Damn it! We can't lose! It must be a problem with the magic equipment!"

"It's just trash with zero magic power! We are [Bing]! We are the elites of the monastery!"

"Let's go together! I don't believe we can't kill him!"

A vicious light flashed in their eyes, and this group of people launched a shameless attack again.

On the other hand, the monastery with the scar on the corner of its mouth always has a faint and frivolous smile on its face, like an elegant black panther strolling in the shadow of sinister swords and swords.

The black blade in his hand flipped lightly, chopping up the magic spells condensed one by one.

Quite easily.

The man seemed to feel that it was not exciting enough, so he threw a few taunts from time to time:

"That's it? Chanyuan fan, can you do it?"

"Work harder and show off your domineering attitude in the Zen garden!"

"Oh, I don't have magic power, but now I'm the one who beat you all to the ground. Does this mean that the noble [Bing] is actually worse than trash? Haha, this is really a good joke. "

The merciless ridicule made Zenyuan Fan and the group of [Bing] so angry that their faces turned blue, as if they would die suddenly at any time.

But what can be done?

The magical attack has little effect, as for the physical technique——

Several corpses with collapsed sternum and bleeding from the seven orifices on the side of the martial arts field told all the participants an extremely tragic fact.

Playing gymnastics with Tianyu the tyrant is like hanging himself for a long life!

Wutiao passers-by didn't care much about whether the people in the Buddhist monastery died or not. He was more curious about the man with the scar on the corner of his mouth.

After watching for a while, Wutiao passers-by were surprised to find that this one pick

An elite of the monastery, a man who is still able to handle tasks with ease, unexpectedly has no magic power.

This is very interesting.

The group of monasteries carried out a massive attack like a headless chicken, but there was no use for the attack. Seeing the man put on a defensive posture, they thought the attack was successful, so they became complacent.

As everyone knows, the man released an ocean.

This is the observation result of five passers-by.He has the strength to kill everyone, but not only did he not, he even deliberately avoided their vital points.

Just hang those Zen temples like this.

Seeing them panting and approaching the limit, but because of the mirage-like victory he secretly gave, they gritted their teeth and squeezed out the last trace of magic power to continue to activate the spell.

Wutiao passers-by didn't know if he would die if his spell power was exhausted, but it was obvious that the man was working hard in this direction.

Really bad.

The mice who were played with by the cat in the applause finally all fell down.

Powerless to move the Zenyuan fan with one finger, he looked at Zenyuan Shier who was approaching at a leisurely pace, and roared sternly.

"Chanyuan Shier, you can't kill me! I am the younger brother of the patriarch of the Zenyuan, and I am important to [Bing]—ah!!!"

Sher kicked his spleen.

The black-haired man was quite handsome, and his smile was naturally charming.But in the eyes of a group of Zenyuan people who had just been tortured by him, that smile was like a ghost.

"Do you know what I hate the most in the Buddhist monastery?"

"If you are a magician, you are superior to others. Such absurd remarks."

"However, I have killed so many magicians. After they die, they will be a pile of rotten meat like any ordinary human being. How high is it?"

The pain in the body is far worse than being looked down upon by a waste with zero magic power. The Chanyuan fan crazily shouted:

"The Chanyuan Shier! The Patriarch already knows what you did! Let me tell you, the Chanyuan will not let you go! The Patriarch will send assassins, and you will die without a place to die!"

Shi Er, who had already stood up and went to take care of the other [Bing] members, raised his head: "Really?"

"That's fine."

Shi Er turned his head to look at the five passers-by standing on the side, and said casually: "Hey, you go ask Wujo Wu, 30 billion, the Yusanjia has become Yuerjia, ask him if he will do it."

Five passers-by: "!!"

Chanyuan fan: "!!"

Everyone in the Buddhist monastery: "!!"

"Chanyuan Shier, do you want to be an enemy of the entire Zenyuan family? It's beyond self-control!"

"Master Zhibiren of the Chanyuan and Lord Naozai of the Zenyuan, it is not something you can defeat!"

"Catch it without a fight, you still have a chance to survive."

Everyone in the Zen courtyard who fell on the ground scolded Shi Er angrily, without the slightest sense of being defeated.

Seeing this group of otherworldly Buddhist temples, Shi Er couldn't help but find it funny.

Even in a different world, the monastery still does not change its stench and hopelessness.

Too lazy to talk to the dying person, Shi Er walked out of the martial arts arena, passed Wutiao passers-by, and said, "Go and contact Wutiao Wu, and there are corpses."

"Moses Moses~ what?! Really or not?"

Sitting in the luxurious Bentley bound for the high school, Gojo Satoru held the phone and opened his mouth in surprise.

"He really said that? The tone is really serious! Uh-huh, send the corpse back to the monastery, and bring his words to the old man by the way. Let the old man see it too~~ That's it-"

Gojo Satoru glanced at the black-haired woman sitting opposite him, and said again: "By the way, has he left? If he hasn't left, tell him that his wife and children are with me."

Searching for it, eagerly: "Is it Mr. Shir?"

Gojo Wu hung up the phone: "Yeah, Fu Heisher played a big game, and the [Bing] of the Buddhist monastery might become history, haha, what a reckless patriarch of the Zen monastery should have a headache~"

Not knowing that Shier had done the same thing in the original world, the Fuhei family was very worried about Shier's confrontation with a behemoth.

"Shir/Dad, is he all right?"

Gojo Wu raised his phone: "Very good, alive and kicking."

"Oh……"

Fuhei's family was out of their minds, and the atmosphere that had just been warmed up became cold again.

How could this be so close, Gojo Satoru thought about it, and decided to take out his top-secret treasure to save the dead topic!

"Ma'am, please look!"

The white-haired young man turned on his mobile phone with a smile and put it in front of Fuhei's family.

The family of four suddenly widened their eyes: "?!!"

With prickly hair and cold and delicate eyebrows, she is the juvenile version of Fu Heihui!

"Qiang Qiang~~ This is the real 15-year-old Fu Heihui! Ma'am, do you want to see it~~~"

Gojo Satoru saw the family's attention focused on himself as he wished, so he stuffed the phone into Xing's hand.

"Then take a good look! This is Wutiao teacher's first-hand information!"

Xun: "Thank you."

All four pairs of eyes stared at the phone at once.

The juvenile version of Fu Hei Hui, eating, dozing off, reading, fighting, healing, and training, is just presented in front of the Fu Hei family in another world!

Dou Dinghui pouted: "You're 15 years old, why are you still so thin?" She thought she would be as strong as her father.

Maki: "Oh, Megumi likes to read documentary books."

Zhenyi: "There are also supernatural books, Hui, which are completely different from your favorite fairy tales!"

Douding Hui protested: "I'm only 8 years old! My preferences will change, okay?"

The white-haired youth found it very novel: "It's so lively..." It was completely different from his two students.

Xun smiled, it is a good thing that children are lively, which proves that life is worry-free.However, Hui here...

Xun's smile faded, and she found that in these photos, the juvenile version of Hui mostly had a stinky, cold, expressionless face, and smiling photos were as rare as the number of times Shi Er won money.

Except for certain times, such as fighting, training, or traveling with others, when alone, the expression of this teenage Hui is the same as that of Shi Er who Xun just met a few years ago.

Lonely, indifferent.

It seems that the world has nothing to do with them.

Looking at these photos, Xun's heart feels like being grabbed by a big hand, it hurts a lot.

"This child... seems to seldom smile..."

Xun murmured.

Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, sighing inwardly.

Mothers who don't really care about their children can't see this.

"That's because... there is nothing worthy of his happiness."

His biological mother died young, and was abandoned by his father and stepmother one after another. The step-sister who depended on each other was deeply cursed.

His student, 15-year-old Fu Heihui, has never been truly happy.

How can such a child smile at the world?

Wu Tiaoqu's faint words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Xun's heart fiercely.

The black-haired woman trembled and said in a low voice, "Where's his mother? Where's his father?"

"Mother is dead, father..."

Killed by me.

Gojo Satoru didn't want to frighten Mrs. Fuhei from another world, so he changed the subject and said ambiguously:

"I haven't seen him for a long time."

Xun hesitated, "Huh? Where did Mr. Shier go?"

Don't look at my own Shi Er who likes to bully, ah, no, teasing Hui, but Xun knows that men care about their sons very much.

It's just that Shir doesn't know the correct way to get along with father and son, and doesn't know how to show this love.Just obeying instinct, grabbing Hui's food, rubbing Hui's head randomly, and reading out the composition that Hui blocked.

Every time the child is so angry that he jumps his feet, but seeing the slightly raised corners of Shi Er's mouth, Xun knows that Shi Er is actually enjoying it.

This is the case with Shier at home, so the Mr. Shier in this world should be similar, right?

"Why isn't he by Hui's side?

Gojo Satoru looked at the woman who looked anxious and worried, and his heart was full of sighs.

Both Fuheshier are the same bastard, but different Mrs. Fuhei have brought completely different results.

On the Importance of a Good Woman

Thoughts were churning in his mind, but Gojo Wu just smiled and said in a narrow tone, "Ma'am, if you marry Fu Heisher, you should know what kind of person he is. Fu Heisher here, you sold your son for a living. Big price, run away by yourself."

Searching:"……"

benefit:"……"

Maki Shini: "..."

No wonder Hui here can't laugh, how can he laugh even after being sold by his own father!

Rubbing the twitching forehead, Xun was glad that the Mr. Shier she knew didn't do such a bad thing—however, Xun didn't know that the Shir she knew had the same idea, but because of her existence, she was dispelled Just this thought.

At the same time, Fu Heisher, who was planning to go to the monastery, turned around and ran towards the mantra when he learned that his wife was coming, sneezed again.

"Hush-"

what happened? ?

What happened to sneezing violently in one day!

Fuheshier scratched his cheek, then stepped on the accelerator, and continued to stage a speed racing in the urban area for 100 yards, rushing like lightning to the Kagoko located in the suburbs of Tokyo.

And behind the car he borrowed from Wutiao's house were several whining traffic police cars...

Manga in the outskirts of Tokyo is built on the hillside, hidden in dense forests, and the environment is very quiet.

Gojo Satoru enthusiastically introduced the school building to Fuhei's family, looking for tourists with three Douding, who seemed to be following the introduction of a tour guide, looking around in wonder.

At the same time, Megumi Fukuro (Megumi in this article is called Megumi Douding, to show the distinction) and Wild Rose Nagizaki at the same time are buying drinks at the vending machine at the entrance of the school building, and the student of Kyoto Manga High School who came to visit, Todo Aoi and Chanyuan Mayi bump into each other head-on.

The boys and girls faced each other face to face, and the foreign tour group over there gradually approached.

At this moment, a black car flew out of the dense forest, flew over the heads of the confronting teenagers and girls, and landed on the stone floor of the square.

Fu Heihui went to Wutiao's house several times with Wutiao Wu, and recognized that it was one of Wutiao's private cars, and was wondering how this car fell from the sky.

The car door on the driver's seat was suddenly kicked away by a big foot. The strong force made the car door fly up, and the Fuhei family, who was walking towards this side, was startled.

Gojo Satoru stood in front of Xunhe and the three Douding, and stepped on the sliding car door.

"Searching--"

Shi Er rushed out of the car and looked at his wife in surprise, oh!The three little kids are here too!

But what the hell is that white hair standing in front of my wife? !

"Fu Heisher, you crashed my car like this, you want to accompany—"

Shi Er, who rushed over with big strides, pushed the annoying white hair aside and stood in front of Xun.

"Mr. Shir!"

Xun looked at him without blinking, his black pupils gleamed, and he was almost overflowing with joy.

"I found you!"

She raised her hand to touch the stubble on the man's chin, and gently stroked the black and blue under his eyes with her fingers, and said in a low voice:

"However, I seem to have kept you waiting, sorry—"

"No."

Shi'er grabbed the woman's hand, kissed it on his lips, and with all his strength, brought her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"As long as you find me, it's never too late."

The erratic and irritable heart suddenly fell back to its original place and became quiet.

Looking at the couple hugging each other as if no one else was around, Gojo Satoru asked the three little bean dings at his feet full of advice.

"Well, are the two of them usually like this? So..." As if he couldn't find an adjective, the white-haired young man had a constipated face.

Doudinghui said for him: "Slimy?"

Gojo Satoru: "Ah, that's right!"

Maki Shinyi: "No, they usually direct sex."

Gojo Satoru: "Ah..."

The three little bean dings shrugged their shoulders, and they were obviously accustomed to the behavior of showing affection to their parents at every turn.They looked away and looked around.

Then, so unprepared, I saw the "self" who had grown up.

Knowing that this is a different world and that there is a self with a different life experience, the three Doudings are still calm.

Dou Dinghui disliked it: "Looking at the real person, I'm even thinner."

Douding Zhenyi disliked it: "The me here actually became a magician when I grew up? What do you think!"

Douding Maki explored: "I don't know how her strength is..."

look at the other side -

Dongtang Aoi touched her chin: "Interesting! Zhenyi, you have a younger sister!"

Nagasaki Wild Rose's gaze repeatedly moved between Douding and her classmates: "Is it real or fake? It's exactly the same!"

The panda hugged its head and said incoherently: "Ah! Gou Juan! Tell me quickly, this is in a dream!"

Gou Juicing's eyes widened: "Tuna! Tuna!!"

Teenagers and girls are in great shock!

As for the parties involved, Fu Heihui, Zenyuan Maki, and Zenyuan Zhenyi.

It crashed quite simply.

The light in my eyes has disappeared~