I was reincarnated as the strongest brother on the surface

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, and the mist is hazy.

The boy with brown hair and blue eyes sat across from Izumi with some restraint, unable to hold back his excitement and excitement.

However, due to the majesty of the leader and the inexplicable kindness in Ozaki Koyo's eyes beside him, Nakahara Nakahara forcibly held back.

He has always been taken care of by Sister Hongye as a child, if he is still so unsteady, it will aggravate his childishness in Sister Hongye's heart.

Fu Heihui sat diagonally opposite Zhongyuan Zhongye, and his current identity is still the son of God of the Bliss Sect (although it feels that there is no possibility of promotion at all).

Therefore, when Xia Youjie and He Quan were handling the work in charge of the church, as long as Fu Heihui was free, they would take him with them.

The current members of the Bliss Cult include the leader——Tong Mo, the unemployed Xia Youjie, the god son Fuguro Hui, the goddess Fukurozu Miki, the secretary-general Dashan Izumi, the chief guard Nanako, and the head of internal affairs Hanako-chan.

And another complete set of conjurer guards with a complete mechanism, including Fu Heshier, Bingyi, the magic tool maker Kitayama Tsuki, Miwa Yoko, Oyama Sachiko and others who are still in the growth stage.

This time, he also came to the Bliss Sect during his trip to the Central Plains.Not only Koyo Ozaki, one of the five cadres in charge of the port mafia, but also the pair of Oda Sakunosuke and Osamu Dazai who work for the Armed Detective Agency.

Of course, this partner...was forced by Osamu Dazai.

Zhong Yuanzhong also waited for a while, but still asked: "Um...Miss Hequan, when will Tong Mo come back?"

The gentle, dignified and smiling woman shook her head and said gently, "I'm not sure about this, but based on my understanding of Master Tong Mo, you won't wait for a long time."

Fukuro Megumi nodded politely to Oda Sakunosuke, and then directly ignored a bandage wasting device.

Osamu Dazai patted the table in dissatisfaction, his kite-colored eyes looked at the fried-haired kid on the opposite side: "I'm a guest, a guest, aren't you too unprofessional as a child of God?"

Fu Heihui: "Tsk."

Osamu Dazai shouted even louder: "Tsk? Allah, Ms. Izumi, this child is really rude, he needs to be taught well—"

"Shut up!" Zhong Yuanzhong also got a headache from the noise of this noisy mackerel, "Speak less, you dark unknown creature!"

The young man with short black curly hair became even more excited: "I don't want...why do you get angry so easily, a dark dwarf, you haven't grown up in so many years hahaha, your personality is so irritable, it's not suitable for you at all Chief—”

"boom!"

The world fell silent for a moment.

The bastard who was still yelling just now was pressed down on the table by Nakahara Chuya, who was furious. A big purple bump bulged on his forehead, and he fell into a coma and fell unconscious.

Oda Sakunosuke calmly picked up Osamu Dazai, and said to Izumi, "Thank you, I will take Dazai to rest."

Izumi, who has experienced all kinds of storms and waves, nodded without changing his face.

The young man who seemed too anxious for his age carried Osamu Dazai steadily out the door.

Because he often travels to the Bliss Cult, he doesn't need someone to guide him to find a room for them to rest.

However, after he put the young man drooping like a soft noodle on the bed, turned his head and left the room and closed the door——

The unconscious victim sprang to his feet, opened the door and slid out against the wall.

Fu Heihui, who was staying in the reception room, was serious on the surface, but in fact he was blatantly wandering into space.

Because of Brother Tong Mo's return, the Bliss Sect is about to become lively again.

including but not limited to--

He is obviously hated by everyone, but he can't be driven away, and he swears that he is just the son of the Zen Academy who wants to invite Mr. Shier home;

The head of the Wujo family who does not return to the ancestral house of the Wujo family or the apartment of the teachers of the college;

Knotaba Yuhito and Kizaki Wild Rose, who are supposed to exercise their abilities...

Hey, didn't those two idiots in the end really come to eat, drink, and care for them because Tong Mo treated them so well?

It's hard not to think so for Brother Fu Hei, who already disdains acting like a baby.

"benefit……"

Why is Brother Tong Mo still the same as before? Jin Meiji also said that she was too embarrassed to act like a baby to Brother Tong Mo who looked about her age.

"benefit?"

Fu Heihui regained consciousness suddenly, and looked at Izumi who was sighing helplessly at him with questioning eyes: "Sister Hequan, what's wrong?"

Hequan smiled and said: "I mean, you grew up with Chief Zhongye, you should have more conversations, right? Why don't you talk?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

topic?

Are you discussing how to be punched by Fu Hesher?

Zhong Yuanzhong also obviously thought of this, and his face became grim in an instant.

That rogue man with big breasts and no brains——Damn it!

In Zhongyuan, the thought of Fuheshier's existence already caused physical pain.

Although he is resistant to beatings, Fuheshier is simply not a human being. How could a human being be able to do that kind of thing? His body is as strong as a gorilla.

No, gorillas are no match for him.

And that bastard was just as violent in training his own son.

Fu Heihui and Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at each other, and they both understood the speechlessness in each other's eyes.

-

Night Moth Zhengdao is waiting for him.

Tong Mo didn't take Nanako with her to the high school.

"Mr. Ye Moth, long time no see. You—" Tong Mo said distressedly, "You shouldn't be crying, right?"

The emotion of Noctua's righteousness was swept away immediately, and there was a rare smile on his serious face like a gangster's big brother. The eyes behind the sunglasses glared at him, and soon the smile disappeared, and he patted him with his generous palm. Tong grinds his shoulders.

"Just come back."

Thousands of words are condensed in this short sentence, Ye Mo Zhengdao is not the kind of sentimental person, he remembered the last time Tong Mo went to see Tian Yuan, he couldn't help worrying in his heart, and said: "See Tian Yuan My lord, no matter what you do, don't be impulsive, think twice before acting."

"But I think you should understand this truth better than me. After all, your experience is beyond what we can think of."

Tong Mo paused, then smiled and said, "I know, Teacher Ye Moth."

Noctua stood right where he was, watching the boy's back as he left.

-

swipe-

Even though it is underground, when entering the barrier, one can see the empty sky and a gentle wind blowing from nowhere.

Tong Mo looked up at the sky, looked at the ancient, vicissitudes of life tree, and the entangled beetle on its body, calmed down, he glanced lightly at the attendant who appeared at the entrance, raised his foot and continued to move forward go.

"clatter……"

"Meet you again, Tong Mo."

Tian Yuan still looks like that, no different from the state when Tong Mo saw him 12 years ago, the most is that he no longer tries to make an illusion of kindness and kindness to Tong Mo.

"When I was born, it was you who told the great elder in Wujo that my existence would endanger Wujo Wujo. I'm curious why."

Tong Mo cut to the point, without even looking at the teacup Tian Yuan pushed in front of him.

The expression on the young man's face was flat, his brows and eyes were gentle, but his colorful eyes showed some kind of danger.

Tian Yuan chuckled: "It's me. But I didn't have any malice towards you, so I did that."

The two sides looked at each other quietly.

"You should have realized it, right?"

"This is not your first life."

"Because of you, the magic world suffered huge losses. The young magicians were killed and injured, and Gojo Satoru, the strongest magician in the magic world, was sealed—"

The boy's colorful eyes shrank suddenly, and he retorted subconsciously: "Impossible, I can't do that kind of thing."

He didn't deny the matter of realizing whether this life is the second week's goal, which can be deduced from King Ma Cangye's words.

But because of his existence, other people suffered accidents?

impossible……

Tong Mo believed that she would not do such a thing for some unreasonable reason.

Tian Yuan shook his head mysteriously: "You don't have any memories of the past, right? How can you say such words with such certainty?"

Tong Mo sneered, "I don't have any previous memories, do you have any?"

He stood up with his hands on the table, leaned over and stared coldly at Tian Yuan who looked like no one: "If you know everything about what happened, why don't you do anything or take any action?"

Tian Yuan opened his mouth.

Tong Mo didn't give him a chance to refute: "Don't talk about bullshit fate and variables—God's will cannot be violated, you are Tianyuan."

The young man looked around this complex, magnificent, but empty place.

"The existence that all conjurers in the conjuration world rely on to cast the enchantment. According to legend, Master Tianyuan strengthened the entire neon enchantment by himself."

"I knew what privilege is when I was very young. Whether it's medicine, spells, or the brain, as long as you have more advantages than others and can do things that others can't, then in your group , you have the privilege."

Those colorful eyes stared straight at Tian Yuan.

"Just like my believers need me, the Gojo family needs Six Eyes, and the magic world needs more fresh blood and more talented children."

"It's like you, Master Tianyuan, who are needed as long as the existence of conjurers and curses is not made public for a day."

Tong Mo paused, adjusted his expression, and said gently: "You tell me that you are such a special existence, can't you use the director's department or the Yusanjia to avoid those tragedies that should have happened?"

Tian Yuan remained expressionless, and said in a deep voice, "Are you blaming me because of that student named Hui Yuanxiong next to you?"

Tong Mo's eyes were astonishingly bright, and he muttered to himself, "I didn't blame you, I was just blaming myself."

"Obviously possessing such ability and status, but hesitant and indecisive, it's too bad."

Tian Yuan: "..."

Tong Mo suddenly started talking to himself, and the topic went off track all the way, which made him a little elusive as to what Tong Mo was thinking.

Tian Yuan said: "Did you come to me just to verify that matter—I told the Wutiao family that your existence is the source of all tragedies?"

Tong Mo shook his head, squinted his eyes and stood up: "Of course not. Lord Tian Yuan, don't you know why I'm looking for you?"

The white-oak long-haired boy said quietly: "My parents, lovely and kind parents, their bodies were stolen. It's really terrible. In the ancestral house of the Wutiao family, under the barrier you strengthened , My parents’ bodies were stolen like this—”

"It's so annoying."

"I said. Lord Tianyuan, do you know where my parents are?"

Tian Yuan remained silent.

After a while of silence, Tong Mo suddenly smiled.

"If you do this, I will be very troublesome." Tong Mo inserted his fingers into his hair and stroked back, revealing facial features that are very similar to Wujo Satoru. He raised his head slightly, but his eyelids were half-drooped, like an inhuman The pupils stared at Tian Yuan from top to bottom without any emotion.

"Ah!" It is obvious that he is an extraordinary existence who has lived for more than 1000 years, but facing such a childish torture, Tian Yuan can't help but feel a kind of trembling that spreads from the depths of his soul.

He looked at everything in the world like a god without emotion.

God...

Tong Mo didn't care what the thousand-year-old monster was thinking, and continued: "Since you don't know, I won't force you, but I hope you won't interfere with my actions in the future, otherwise I can't guarantee, and I will Won't……"

"Because I was too angry, I easily lost my mind and did some irreversible things. For example, I shot at the noble Lord Tianyuan—"

"You!" Tian Yuan stood up abruptly, his body shook violently, the skin on his body twitched slightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you threatening me?"

The young man stretched out a finger and shook it, then sighed: "You can't say that, Lord Tian Yuan, I just... just let you know."

"If you are not satisfied, you can attack me now."

"Whether you want to do it yourself or let people from Yusanjia and the Director Department help you, I can accept it."

"No one can beat me, and if there is, he can't beat my relatives and partners."

Tian Yuan shut up aggrieved.

It's not that there are talented and powerful conjurers in the current conjuration world, but it's not an exaggeration for those people to be called stinky fish and rotten shrimps in front of Tong Mo, so expect them to defeat Tong Mo?

Do not make jokes.

Besides, beside Tong Mo, Wutiao Wu, Xia Youjie, and Fu Heisher——

Tian Yuan lost his strength, he sat back again, and said tiredly: "I understand, Tong Mo, I will not interfere with your behavior."

Judging from the behavior pattern, this Tong Mo is still the Tong Mo ten years ago, even if he did something out of line, how far can he go out of line?

It's not going to smash the sky down, right?

That being the case, it's better to say what he thinks temporarily, so as not to really arouse his rebellious psychology.

Tong Mo put his hands on the corners of his mouth and smiled at Tian Yuan, put down his hands, left the room, and waved casually with his back to Tian Yuan: "Then, goodbye. Lord Tian Yuan——"

The back view is indescribably wanton and chic.

This young man spoke to Lord Tianyuan, but there was no respect or worship in it, instead it contained endless ridicule and ridicule.

Tian Yuan was silent for a long time after Tong Mo left.

After a while, he turned his attention to the black box placed in the corner of the table.

This black box has not changed its location for more than 20 years.

Tian Yuan slowly placed his palm in the air directly above the black box, lost his mind for a moment, and pressed down lightly.

The palm and the black box are tightly attached together.

-

The smell of blood...the smell of blood...

There is no other taste.

Tian Yuan's gaze followed the owner of the black box.

Only the bearer's lower jaw is visible from this angle.

But the long, slightly stiff white oak hair is so familiar.