Penguin Style Cub Breeding Diary

What is the world like?

Different people will have different answers to this question.

But no matter what, what they see is the world seen by normal people.

On this question, Gojo Satoru has the only answer.

The boy who has a pair of unique eyes since he was born is known as the Son of God, and the world in his eyes is also the world seen by the dimension of God.

Gang Ji dragged his cheeks and made a wow sound, and tilted his head.

"So what's it like?" he asked curiously.

——Although he is called the Son of God, Gojo Satoru is still a human cub.

Although not as energetic and curious as the one around me, it is still a pure white piece of paper.

He was sitting on the stone chair with his sleeves tucked in his sleeves. His back was originally very straight, but when he saw Gang Ji who was pulling half of his body onto the stone table while talking, he hesitated for a while, and tried to put his hands on the table. up.

It looks like a white puppet cat with paws.

Maomao heard the cub's inquiry and blinked his beautiful blue pupils.

In the blink of an eye, information about everything and everything touched by his sight will flood into his mind.

It's okay now, earlier when he couldn't control his abilities, Gojo Satoru was often annoyed by these complicated messages.

Coupled with the fragile body of young children, Gojo Satoru, who is even younger, will sometimes have to be confined on a bed because too much information burns the cpu of his brain.

The white-haired cat also tilted its head.

"It's too abstract." He said bluntly, seeing those clear brown pupils full of curiosity, he couldn't help but continue to explain after a short silence, "It's like you, uh, in my In addition to being a person, the eyes are also a mass of energy."

Everyone's energy clusters are different, and his eyes can help him capture these energies and analyze and distinguish them independently. If he wants to learn more, he only needs to look a little longer.

The price of being looked at by the young master of the Wutiao family has already been exorbitantly high in the outside world. The Wutiao clansmen silently peeled the oranges for the young ancestors without daring to raise their heads.

After a while, I heard the young master's slightly smiling voice.

"Well, you're kind of funny."

The white-haired puppet cat stretched out its claws and made a surprised sound.

Tsuna stretched out his claws out of nowhere, not knowing what the other party was doing, so he thought for a while and touched his hands with the other party's paws.

【Ah!Great!die!up! 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

[Medical soldiers!Where are the medics! ! 】

Gojo Satoru, who didn't expect Tsunayoshi to extend his hand, was also taken aback for a moment, and Chu Er laughed.

The Son of God, who has always been indifferent, laughed like the snow on a high mountain came to spring. The snow melted, and the Wutiao clansmen who surrounded him also knelt on the ground with a plop.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then withdrew his smile.

【Uh-huh?what happened? 】

[The Wutiao family looks like the kind of big family with high rank and dignity in the Dahe drama...]

[Indeed, I discovered it in the morning. 】

[What is Nawu sauce?Wujo の Secret Treasure or something? 】

【Wujoのsecret treasure, are you going to laugh me to death hhhh】

【snort!Then our cubs are also Varian's secret treasures! 】

【You are so strange, Modo Modo. 】

But he put his hand down but didn't take it back. Instead, he grabbed the brown-haired cub's claw with his backhand.

Tsuna looked around and didn't know what happened, why was the person kneeling on the ground next to him, so he followed Gojo Satoru's strength and rubbed against him.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a low voice.

Gojo Satoru seldom speaks in such a sneaky whisper. He was educated since he was a child to say what he wants directly, and he will naturally be satisfied.I don't have anyone around me who talks like this, so it's very novel.

So the little god from the Wutiao family also leaned over with an indifferent face, imitating Gangji and answering in a low voice: "It's okay, they found something dirty on the ground."

As soon as these words came out, the Wutiao clansmen kneeling on the ground stiffened, their eyes fixed on the ground, as if there were really some stains.

Gangji nodded blankly.

"But why do you kneel on the ground and watch?" He scratched his head with his free hand, "Can't we use the vacuuming machine to clean it up?"

He accompanied him to dinner in the morning, and was also the Wutiao clansman who peeled oranges for the two little ancestors just now—his name was Wutiaojia, and his face was already covered with sweat.

Listening to the conversation of the young ancestors, Wutiaojia thought to himself that you should stop asking, otherwise he was afraid that the young master would wipe them all out.

However, Gojo Satoru just smiled slightly.

"Probably because they are grown-ups," he said, "that's what grown-ups are all about."

Gang Ji felt that what he said was right: "Oh——"

[Laughing to death, baby, why are you so easy to fool——]

【Zai Zai (although I don’t understand it): Oh——】

Gojo Satoru also felt that this stupid rabbit didn't understand.

But it’s fine if you don’t understand, it’s just a rabbit in the first place, knowing what to do with so many twists and turns, as long as you know him is enough.

Gojo Satoru thought about it, and felt his body and mind relax.

He waved his hand, watched the stupid rabbit get closer, and whispered: "Do you want to know why you are funny?"

As expected, Gangji took the bait, the invisible rabbit's ears stood up, and he looked at the other party with bright eyes.

"miss you!"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to rua a handful of fluffy brown hair, and said, "Because you don't look like a child, like..."

As his voice dragged on, the cub's eyes widened.

Wujo Wujo paused for a moment, as if panting, until the other party held his breath for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Like a little rabbit."

rabbit!It's a rabbit again!Bell also said that Tsuna is like a rabbit!

It's not that Tsuna has never seen a rabbit before. That delicious thing has light brown fur and long ears. He stretched out his hands to pinch his own small ears, and wrinkled his nose.

—— Said that Gang Ji is like a little rabbit, but he doesn't have two ducks with pricked ears!

[Zizai is so cute, he even touches his ears. 】

【Zai Zai: Am I a bunny?But Zai Zai doesn't have bunny ears. 】

[This wave is about evil-minded cats and silly sweet cubs, I'm so excited. 】

The two little protagonists have already changed the subject.

After a while, Gojo Satoru was respectfully invited away by the members of the Gojo family, and Tsuna was carried by the already very skilled Gojojia, and began to get familiar with this overly large mansion.

Gojo Satoru could walk this way with his eyes closed, he stopped, and the barrier door was pulled open before his eyes.

The filthy mass of souls I saw first looked like a mass of light pollution.

He curled his lips indistinctly, and his little face became even more stinky.

The visitors didn't take it seriously when they saw Wutiao Shenzi, who was as inaccessible as in the rumors—after all, he was just a kid, but he wanted something, and he had to show a hypocritical flattering smile on his face.

Gojo Wujo walked to his seat and sat down without looking sideways. Watching the light pollution making noise, his thoughts could not help but wander to the temporarily free-range cubs.

It's not funny because the other person looks like a rabbit, of course-that's just a small part of the reason.

What made him unable to move his eyes away for a while was the warm energy emitted by the other party, which seemed to be able to contain and devour everything.

The perennial snow in the high mountains will not melt in the severe cold.But if you light a fire, the snow will melt.

The elder Wutiao, who was playing Tai Chi with the fat-headed and big-eared client, saw a smile on the cold face of the little ancestor who was always impatient with such things in a blink of an eye.

"Huh? Mr. Gojo? Do you agree to the condition just mentioned?"

"Heh, heh heh, I think we can discuss it again, what do you think?"

No matter what, let's finish this wave of Tai Chi first.

……

As we all know, Gang Ji was originally a very well-behaved child.

When he was still the mouse of the dead house, he was just a soft and sticky little rabbit.Although he became the mascot of the Rat of the Dead House by virtue of Pengci Tuosi, when he first arrived at the Rat of the Dead House, he was even more rat than the group of rats.

It's fine when he's lying on the bed, but when he can get out of bed, he hides in the gap of the attic stairs, carefully observing everyone in the room.

The eccentric Gogol grabbed a jar of honey from nowhere, and Pushkin mixed a cup of warm honey water for each of them. He paused while passing by the small attic with his own share, and slammed the door to release it. At the child's door, the next day, he got an empty cup and a cub who could only hold the hem of his clothes and timidly observe the world.

Tosi said it was a baby bird effect, but Gogol said that even if it was, it should have stuck to Tosi who was touched by him, and then Ivan kindly caught him out and had a fight.

Later, when he came to Varian, the cub was already a little bolder, probably because he was familiar with the relationship with Skuvalo in the environment of his trusted brothers. He adapted quickly to the new environment, but he was still very nervous. Well-behaved.

However, when the gift Bell arrives, this boy will have to weigh it.

The soft dumpling-like cubs followed the blond little prince to climb over the old tree in the courtyard, and used oil-based pens to draw sharks on the Vongola Castle, and the daring tyrant Hawthorn named Varian, gradually changed from soft dumpling Turned into a slightly hard dumpling, although the action is still a little lacking, but there are quite a lot of eccentric ghost ideas.

And Wujo Satoru is the object surrounded by everyone since birth.It doesn't matter whether he is the son of God or a monster, because of those special eyes, since he can remember, he has been placed high on the high platform to be worshipped.It is buckled in by a delicate cover.

Respectful clansmen, a boring world that can be seen through in the same way, an unchanging life.

Gojo Satoru has the power and freedom to act, but he has his tail drooping and his face indifferent, and he doesn't want to move at all.

Because it's so boring.

This boring life ended when he raised a small animal.

Although the little animal is soft and spreads into cakes with a poke, it will share its life with bedtime stories that it has never heard before. After listening to the bedtime stories for three consecutive days, it will tell itself that tomorrow will be white. Mao Mao Mao can't help it!

He waved back the Wutiao clansmen who followed him, and jumped onto the low wall of Wutiao's house with a whoosh.

A vivid expression appeared on the young master's usually indifferent face. He stretched out his hand and decided to invite his little animals to have a happy run away from home.

"Hey, let's go out and play."

The author has something to say: Wutiao's family (covering his heart): Urgent, urgent to save the heart... Oh, it was the young master who abducted other people's cabbages, so it's all right.

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0.5 (?) (anti-customer-oriented)

2.7: When did Gang and Gangji become the little animals of Wutiaoni? ? (Tutu shocked)

1.8: Silent Knockout