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A white-haired boy ordered a cup of pearl milk tea with double the sugar at a milk tea shop in the town. While waiting, he asked, "Excuse me, do you know where Tomoka Ito lives?"

The clerk at the milk tea shop kept peeking at him, but he didn't care, he was obviously used to it, but this time it might be different, the clerk showed the same expression: "You are Zhixia's cousin, your hair color is the same, Yesterday, Zhixia also said that his cousin is coming today, and if he saw it, he would show him the way."

The white-haired boy showed a somewhat surprised expression. He thought for a while, narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "Yes, it's me. Can you tell me the specific address."

The milk tea shop clerk took out a piece of paper with a string of addresses written on it: "Zhixia gave it to me yesterday, and asked me to give it to you when I saw you, and I said it would not be such a coincidence, but I didn't expect it to happen. "

The white-haired boy raised his eyebrows, and took the note and the ready-made milk tea. While drinking the milk tea, he raised the glasses on his face with his hands, revealing a pair of blue eyes. He looked at the written address and attached it. Taking a sip of the milk tea from the simple map, he walked in the direction of the address on the paper. He suddenly became interested in this person he hadn't met yet.

Zhixia lives in a remote place. The white-haired boy didn't take a taxi, and walked for more than 40 minutes from the town to Zhixia's house. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but found that the door was open. He pushed it open and walked in. , suddenly heard a mechanical voice saying: "Welcome, welcome."

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw an ugly doll hanging on the wall. This should be the kind of sensory doll that would make a sound when someone passed in front of him.

The white-haired boy walked through the yard and went straight to the living room. When he opened the door of the living room, he smelled a familiar sweet smell. signature cake.

He walked in and saw a note on the table, which said "still sleeping, please do not disturb, a little dessert is not a respect, I will get up in a while".

The white-haired boy, or Gojo Satoru, looked around the living room, and then actually sat down and began to eat.

When Zhixia got up, he saw Gojo Wu sitting on the sofa in the living room watching the game strategy that Zhixia threw on the sofa. On the table were the desserts that had been wiped out. Zhixia yawned and walked towards him. , he didn't look up, but moved to the side to make room for Zhixia.

Zhixia was not polite, and sat directly next to him: "You sneaked here." Zhixia was suddenly notified by the system yesterday that Gojo Satoru was coming today.

He hurriedly made some preparations, and then he didn't sleep all night because he was nervous, but he ended up sleeping today. He planned to get up earlier, but fortunately, the system left a note, which seemed to be quite useful.

Gojo Satoru then raised his head to look at Zhixia, and then he stopped suddenly for a while, Zhixia waved his hand in front of him strangely, and then his hand was grabbed by him, Gojo Satoru looked at Zhixia and said, "How did you become like this? , what are you now?"

Zhixia pulled his hand out of Wujo Wu's hand, and took a few steps back. Did he hear Wujo Wu scolding him just now? Zhixia didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Zhixia thought for a while and said: "I probably understand what you mean, can't you ask another way? I had an accident when I was making the magic tool, and I became like this. I am still human, but the color has changed."

Gojo Satoru shook his head: "It didn't just change the color, you don't have any magic power on your body, or it's completely blank, accident? Where is the magic tool you mentioned, show me, what kind of magic tool is it?" How could such an accident happen?"

Magic tools, how can there be such magic tools, Zhixia tilted his head slightly, but he had already thought of an excuse in advance: "Sell it, I'm so poor recently, I sold it to survive, it's not a powerful magic tool, five pieces The young master of the family will definitely not understand us poor people." Zhi Xia began to sigh while pretending.

Zhixia turned to look at Wujo Wu: "Isn't that why you came here? Well, I admit that I sold something belonging to Wujo's family. I have no choice but to. If I don't sell it, I will starve to death. My current situation As you can see, I don't really want to be noticed by the magic world, I've already been very careful, and I always pick the ones that are not easy to be discovered when I sell them."

Zhixia covered her face, why is she so unlucky, she can be caught, can it be better, but Zhixia is not afraid of Gojo Wu, because as Zhixia said at the beginning, Wujo Wu came out secretly, and the Wujo family is impossible now Let him come so far by himself.

Gojo Satoru imitated Zhixia's movements and fell on the sofa: "It can only be said that you are unlucky. The person who bought your things re-sold those curse tools, and some of them flowed into the hands of a curse master, and then the curse master used them These spells are used to deal with the Gojo family.

The materials given to you by the Wutiao family are all registered, so they will soon find out that they are wrong, but they haven’t suspected you yet. I have to say that your master left a very good impression on those people of the Wutiao family, and they probably don’t believe it. His apprentice would do such a thing. "

Zhixia clasped her hands together and said reverently: "Thank you Master, I will definitely bring more good wine and food next time I pay homage to my disciples."

Then Zhixia stretched her waist and stood up, and asked Gojo Wu naturally: "What do you want for dinner, go back quickly after eating, your family must be crazy looking for you."

Gojo Satoru looked at Zhixia curiously: "Don't you even ask me why I came to you? How did you predict that I would come to you and ask the clerk of the milk tea shop for directions? You even left the door open for me, like You have predicted everything, if the accident you mentioned really exists, does it give you a different ability."

Seeing that Gojo Wu didn't answer, Zhixia called and ordered some food casually, and he replied to Wujo Wu's question: "I do have some premonitions about you, as for how these premonitions came from, I don't know, maybe it's The legendary sixth sense, you know, people always have this feeling at some point, the accident really only changed my color, and the rest did not change, as for why you came to me, this Only you know, you can tell me if you don’t mind.”

Gojo Satoru was not satisfied with Zhixia's answer, but he didn't ask any more questions. He would always know when he had time in the future. He answered Zhixia's question: "There are magic tools made of Gojo's materials that are circulating in the market. It is impossible for the craftsman of the magic tool not to know, I have never met your master, I don’t know what kind of person he is, he can make the people who connect with you trust you so much, but I still have some doubts, just because I am bored, I decided to come Look, I didn't expect to see something interesting, but those magic tools are really not a big problem, and the family will not spend a lot of time to check."

Zhixia felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by Wujo Wu, his eyes were exactly the same as those of Zhixia when he saw a game he liked, anyway, it was not the eyes of people: "Okay, I understand, I hope you don't tell others what happened today, as a reward I'll buy you dessert."

"I won't say it. If I say it, you will definitely disappear. That's one less interesting thing."

Zhixia is safe for the time being. He really didn't expect that he would be approached by the master so soon after selling a magic tool. Fortunately, it was Gojo Wu, and others knew that Xia would peel off his skin even if he didn't die.

After getting the guarantee that was not a guarantee, Zhixia felt relieved at once. He happily picked up the game strategy that Gojo Satoru had read just now and took a look, then invited him to play that game together, and find something to do while waiting for the takeaway.

For about an hour, Zhixia only won once, which was the first time, and he never won again after that.

Zhixia even thought for a moment that she was playing with Jie, so it was really annoying to say genius or something. When the takeaway came, Zhixia had never put down the game controller so happily to get the takeaway.

He ordered a few dishes and rice, took the food out of the bag and arranged them, Zhixia and Gojo Satoru sat face to face at the dining table and began to eat.

It may be because Zhixia has an inexplicable affection for Gojo Satoru because he is very similar to Jie. Although he only knew each other for an afternoon, he feels like an acquaintance who has known him for a long time.

Zhixia naturally began to tell Wujo Wu some interesting stories about the recent room. Wujo Wu had the style of a big family when eating, and he did a good job of keeping his mouth shut, listening quietly and not talking.

Soon after the meal was over, Zhixia tidied up her things briefly. Seeing that Wujo Gojo was still sitting on the sofa and did not intend to leave, she was a little puzzled: "Aren't you leaving yet, isn't your family looking for you?"

Gojo Satoru looked indifferent: "It's not the first time, they are used to it, it's okay, let's continue to play."

Zhixia twitched the corner of her mouth: "Are you addicted to food abuse? Isn't my loss bad enough?"

Enlightenment was a little puzzled: "Abusing vegetables? No, don't you sometimes win." He basically never played with other people like this, he just thought it was fun, and he didn't notice that he was winning all the time.

But Zhixia was not happy: "I only won once at the beginning, and you have been winning since then, don't tell me you didn't find out!"

Wu thought about it for a while, and it seemed that it was indeed so. He changed his expression of disgust: "You are too weak, and the games you keep winning are not fun at all, so stop playing."

Zhixia has something to say, I don't know if I should say it or not, what?Stop swearing?Well, then he has nothing to say.

Zhixia rolled up her sleeves, picked up the handle and sat down: "Play, why don't you play, don't think you are very good, when I played this game, you didn't know where to play with mud, I didn't take it seriously before, come on, let's play!" Just let you know how powerful I am."

At dawn the next day, Wujo Wu left, leaving only Zhixia who lost all night, Zhixia paralyzed on the floor, and didn't go to send Wu off, he was thinking about life with a blank face.

Who am I, where am I, why should I play games with Gojo Satoru, why should I play games with Xia Youjie, can't I play alone, should I say that I really deserve to be my future buddy? They are synchronized, but Jie will at least occasionally let Zhixia experience the feeling of winning, and Wu is simply enjoying the feeling of abusing food, and suppresses Zhixia to death.

The result of thinking is that it is really better to be her own child. Zhixia got up, and suddenly thought that she didn’t want to think about this. Sure enough, people can’t always stay up late, and their brains are not normal. Zhixia struggled to climb onto her bed and catch up on sleep. up.