pure love tyrant

Amidst the cheers of the surrounding audience and Gojo Gojo's barbell-like laughter, the pachinko civil war of Fuhei's family came to an end.

Xun crushed her opponent Fu Heisher with a perfect posture of winning 88 consecutive victories!

The boss smiled from ear to ear, personally delivered a big gift bag, and asked to take a group photo with Xun.The boss said that the photos should be enlarged and framed, together with the records created, and hung in the most conspicuous place in the store to motivate future customers.

This photo has been hung for seven or eight years.

Until one day in the future, a certain pink-haired boy who is also good at pachinko discovered this legendary record.

The young man was astonished, he took a closer look, good guy, the creator of this record seems to be the mother of a classmate.

Look carefully again, in the corner of the photo, there is a classmate's father who is alone and becomes the background board.

When the pink-haired boy told the news to his classmate, the classmate showed a gloating expression: "I said, why dad rarely beats pachinko. It turns out that he was taught a lesson."

The pink-haired boy worshiped: "Master beat Pachinko so hard, do you accept apprentices?" Count me in!

The classmate took a look at the pink-haired boy: "I advise you not to mention it at all."

Seeing that the pink-haired boy was at a loss, he obviously didn't understand his warning.

Sea urchin head patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "I don't like minors touching that thing."

"When she knew that we had also played, she sorted out the exercise book that was as tall as Jade Dog. Maki and Zhenyi, I, and I wrote it for a whole summer vacation before finishing it."

Who knows how he survived that time!

The pink-haired boy gasped.

Going back to the present time, the pachinko shop has fallen into a sea of ​​carnival because of the unconventional winning streak.

As a loser, Shi Er was actually not as depressed as other people thought.

It's no big deal to lose to his wife, his wife will be happy when she calms down, this is his victory!

At this time, Xun, who was surrounded by everyone, looked at Shi Er who was sitting in the corner and no one cared about him, raised the luxurious gift bag in his hand, and made a mouth shape:

Right away!

Shi Er was taken aback, and then smiled back.

Not in a hurry.

Listen to what your wife says, what a month is nothing, you have to listen to it for the rest of your life.

correct!The opportunity is right, just to play master and servant!

Shi Er looked at Xun in the crowd, and his smile deepened.

I don't know if my wife likes the deacon's money or the slave's money?

He can do it~

From Shier's point of view, everything has been perfectly resolved, except——

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The bastard who let out a chicken-cracking laugh.

"Laughing fart! It's so noisy!"

Shi Er picked up the cup at hand and threw it at Wujo Wu who was standing beside him without looking back.

Of course, the cup and water were bounced away by Unlimited, Gojo Satoru taunted unceremoniously:

"It's really ugly to vent your anger or something? Isn't it, Fu Heisher."

"Wrong. I just don't like your laughter,"

Shi Er stood up from the pachinko machine, looked at Gojo Satoru,

"It's just—huh? Huh??"

Seeing Gojo Satoru surrounded by the leader, Shi Er's expression went blank for a moment, and he completely forgot what he wanted to say.

"you--"

Seeing that his eyes fell on the bag in his hand, Gojo Satoru immediately introduced it cheerfully.

"Tang, clang, clang! This is Jie's photo! From regular edition to collector's edition, and top-secret limited edition! Give you back an unprecedented leader of Panxing Sect!"

"By the way, I didn't expect Jie to be like this in private. It's really insightful!"

"Originally, I didn't have any photos of Jie. Now it's all over! I have so many at once, so happy!"

Shir: ...

"And this and this!"

Then, Gojo Satoru took out the same ball head headgear of the leader, the same style of bangs decoration, and the same style of fox eye mask from the peripheral pocket of his right hand, and quickly dressed.

Then, he posed for a teacher’s picture that he saw on the Panxingjiao fan forum “Monkey Mountain”—grabbing his thumb across his cheek, raising his jaw at 30 degrees, and staring indifferently in his eyes.

"Keep quiet! Monkey!"

In the second half of the animation, after the scene was quiet for half a second, the fans who claimed to be monkeys let out a roar and tsunami, and finally ended with Xia Youjie's troublesome gentle smile.

The huge contrast between coldness and gentleness fascinated the fans so much that they screamed.

Gojo Satoru had a great time in "Monkey Mountain", and gained a lot of interesting stories about his friends and a lot of photos.

In these photos, almost all the friends Gojo Satoru knew appeared on the scene, and in a few of them he even saw Principal Noctua Moth!

No wonder the nitro here said that the Panxing Sect can now be regarded as a high school branch.

Flicking the fake bangs hanging in front of his forehead, Gojo Satoru looked like a primary school chick who was going on an outing tomorrow, and his whole body was filled with excitement from the inside out.

"How is it? Isn't it super cool~~~"

Shir: ……………

The black-haired man looked away blankly, moved his feet, and distanced himself.

This alien Wujo Wujo is probably seriously ill.

Tsk, quickly ask his wife to send him away!

"Cut~ I don't know how to appreciate~" Wujo Wu pouted.

"Go back and show Glass and Nana Ming, they will definitely like it~"

Jia Ruzi and Qihai Jianren from another world suddenly shuddered.

After leaving the pachinko shop, Xunya finally met Gojo Satoru.The young man's pendants startled her, and she couldn't help joking:

"I have received a lot of presents. Mr. Gojo seems to have a good time with his friends."

"Thanks to Ms. Xun~, I had a very pleasant weekend~"

Facing Fu Hei Xun Xun, Wu Tiao Wu was much more amiable.Thanks to this woman with magical powers, he is able to meet his dear friends and companions who have sadly lost their lives.

However, people are greedy.

After one glance, I want to take a second look.

Wutiao Wu briefly told Fu Hei and his wife the news he heard from the native Wu.

He wasn't worried about the issue of leaking secrets at all. Fuheshier, who had finally left the magic world and had a normal life, would never let his wife and family go back to that dangerous world.

"Whether the magic world is dead or alive is none of my business! Don't tell me this, I don't want to hear it!"

Look, this is Fuheshier's attitude.

Avoid it.

"No, the purpose of telling Ms. Xun these things is to see if "my" reform method will work."

Xun suddenly guessed his real purpose, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wutiao, why don't you just say that you want to come here again? You still have to make such a big turn."

Wujo Gojo grinned: "It's all there. It's true to observe the reform process, and it's true to watch friends."

Shi Er was not happy when he heard it.

Xun is my wife!It's not just for you to open the door!

He pulled his wife into his arms, and drove Gojo Satoru away like a fly with one hand:

"Think about it yourself!"

Gojo Satoru didn't pay attention to Fu Heisher with a stinky face, the white-haired young man gently took off the blindfold, and stared at Xun seriously with those blue pupils.

In those eyes was the calmness after suffering, the nostalgia for the old love, and an undisguised pleading.

"Please."

He stared at Gojo Satoru for a while, then patted Shier's hand, signaling him to let go of his embrace.

She walked up to Gojo Satoru,

"Perhaps doing so will make Mr. Wujo feel that he is taking advantage of others, but I can only ask you."

"Mr. Wujo, within your ability, please take care of Xiaohui."

"Tsk."

Shi Er frowned, opened his mouth, but said nothing, and turned his face away with a snort.

On the other hand, Gojo Satoru laughed.

"Fu Heihui has always been under my protection, Mrs. Fu Hei can rest assured~"

He was not surprised by Miss Xun's conditions at all, she was "mother" after all.

Xun nodded and made an agreement.

"Same as last time, on the morning of the 10th of every month, I will visit Xiaohui, and Mr. Wujo will come over directly at that time."

Carrying the friends' surroundings, and also bought the edamame Daifuku from the Kikuan specialty store in Sendai, a shopping street, Gojo Satoru said goodbye to Fukui and his wife with a full harvest, and returned to a world that was not so perfect but worthy of his struggle.

It was cloudy during the day, so that at night, there was nothing but stars and moon, and it was late at night, and the lights of the surrounding residential buildings were turned off.

In the dark night, there are only a few dim and flickering street lamps that can be used to shoot ghost movies, barely supporting a little halo, so that the Fuhei couple will not go home in the dark.

"It's so dark."

"Give me your hand."

"I'm not afraid of the dark."

"..."

A chuckle sounded in the darkness.

"Tear and pull." The sound of stacking paper bags.

Shi Er put all the gifts from the pachinko shop on his left hand, and his right hand accurately grasped the hand of the woman beside him who was shaking it back and forth.

Xun struggled for a while, but didn't break free. After thinking for a while, he said, "Mr. Shi'er, I'm going to exercise my right to be the winner—"

You have to listen to me.

"Let go of my hand."

The man paused for a moment, and then reluctantly let go of his palm.

There was an invisible "hum" in the darkness.

Xun pursed his lips to hold back a laugh, and continued talking.

"Hands on pant legs."

What are you doing? ?

Filled with doubts, the man still complied.

Then, Xun grabbed his four fingers.

"It's always you holding me, and I want to hold you too, stupid Mr. Shier!"

In the darkness, Shier was taken aback for a moment, then curled the corners of his lips.He hooked his fingers, scratched the woman's soft palm, and circled gently.

The palm full of nerves, being treated like this...

Xun couldn't help shaking: "Don't move!"

Shi Er replied with a smile: "Yes, my master."

"Why do you call it that, it's strange."

"Then, master?"

"Isn't that what the master meant?"

"It's just a title, that's not the point. Besides holding hands, is there anything else I need to do? Master~"

"Well, after Mr. Nasher comes home, let's wash his clothes first, and wash off the oil stains."

"..."

Wife got into a fight with laundry tonight, right?

Fuhei's house, bathroom.

Shi'er was shirtless, with a serious expression, and his eyes locked down, as if he was facing a century-old problem.

The door of the bathroom opened. Wrapped in a towel and steaming, Xun leaned out half of his body, looked at the foaming clothes, and then at the man standing in a daze.

"finished Wash?"

"The oil stains can't be washed off." The voice was full of confusion.

"Ah, just put more detergent and just use a little force when rubbing! I believe Mr. Shier can do it, come on!"

Xun gestured twice, gave him a thumbs up to cheer him up, and then closed the door neatly.

Shir: ...

The man took the detergent on the sink with a blank expression, slammed down half a bottle, and then did what his wife said—force!

After half a minute.

Shi Er looked at the t-shirt with a big hole in it, lost in thought.

Does that count as oil stains?

After looking through the holed t-shirt twice, and confirming that it was really gone, the man happily threw the t-shirt into the washing machine.

After taking a quick shower, Shi'er threw herself onto the bed, hugged Xun who was already lying down, and buried her in the crook of her neck, smelling her smell, her hands also began to be dishonest.

The most anticipated bedtime exercise~~~

The big hand slid down against the concave and undulating curve, rubbed it in a circle, and drilled in skillfully, reaching the center of the leg.

"Look~"

Xun turned around and looked at him: "I am the master, right?"

Shi Er felt a little bad: "...um."

Xun smiled: "Then let me say, sleep now, Mr. Shier will listen, right?"

Shier: "...Yes."

He took out the hand placed on the chest and between the legs, threw it out of the bed, arched it, and rubbed it against Shier's chest, leaning on the soft and elastic chest muscles, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Good night, Mr. Scheer."

Shir stared at the ceiling in the darkness.

How does this make him sleep? ?Can't sleep at all! ! !

However, 10 minutes later, the man who thought it was impossible to fall asleep hugged his wife in his arms and slept soundly.

The next day, Xun looked at the torn T-shirt that was taken out of the washing machine, and then looked at the man on the side.

Shi'er's face was innocent: "You made me push hard, and then it became like this." Can't blame me!

Xun took a deep, deep sigh.