The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

This weekend, Naoya made an appointment with Mamochi, and planned to go to the mall to buy some suitable regular clothes for himself. After all, he couldn't hang out in this kimono all the time, and if he stayed in the office before, those who had time to bring in the future The clothes he was wearing were no longer suitable for his stature.

"The young master has grown a lot taller."

Zhenwang tidied up two old clothes that Naoya loved to wear in the past, and made a gesture on them, and as expected, they were a lot smaller. Seeing this, Zhenwang's brows could not help showing a bit of sadness for a moment However, in the bottom of her eyes, it was difficult to hide the nostalgic smile, she looked at Naoya and teased kindly, "Remember, in order to grow taller, the young master almost had to drink a glass of wine for three meals a day. Milk... It's just that although people have grown taller now, their faces have also lost a lot of weight."

"It's much thinner anywhere," Naoya reluctantly took the clothes he had worn before in Zhenwang's hands. When he saw the familiar little fox pattern on his chest, he couldn't help but feel amused, and stretched out his fingertips to gently rub it. After a while, he looked at Zhen Wang again and smiled, and comforted him funnyly, "It's just because my height has grown a lot in the past two years, and you haven't seen me for too long."

Hearing this, Zhenwang just smiled, and didn't know if he believed Naoya's statement, but after getting up and putting away other unwearable clothes, he talked with Naoya, then left the room, tidied them up and took them together In the storage room of the office, I emptied the wardrobe in Naoya's room so that I could store new clothes.

Looking at the back of Zhenwang leaving, and the look in his eyes before leaving, Naoya knew that the other party did not believe his excuse, but he did not intend to argue with him, so he couldn't help sighing for a while, and shook his head a little funny. Shake your head.

That's right, he almost forgot that since he returned to the Zen monastery, Wujo Wujo and Zhenwang have often exchanged news because of him.

But the excuse of height is not just a random thing he said. After all, compared with his childhood height, his height has almost stagnated, and there has been no obvious growth change for several years. Since he "awakened" the operation at the age of ten, his His height seemed to be tied to a rocket, and he kept pulling him upwards rapidly.

Especially in the past two years, I don't know if it's because of the arrival of puberty, the speed of the upward jump is faster, even the cramps that he hasn't had for a long time, in the nights of these two years, from time to time Come to the door, and as long as he comes, he will definitely be tossing so much that he can't sleep well for most of the night. If Wujou Wushou sleeps in the same bed with him, guards him, and massages him to relieve his cramps. It's really hard for a person.

However, these words will naturally not be told to Zhenwang, just as in the past few years, Zhenwang will not tell him the troublesome and complicated things encountered in the office, and he does not want Zhenwang because of his trivial matter. , worried about him.

However, Naoya couldn't help pursing the corners of his lips when he thought that he would sleep with Gojo Satoru almost every night in the past few years.

Obviously, I never felt anything special before, but after going through the absurd dream a few days ago, everything seemed to be a little different, so that Naoya didn't even dare to think about it anymore, and just focused on thinking about it. I hope that that inexplicable dream can be completely expelled from his mind.

However, the reality is that the more you try to forget some things, it will seem to be deeply chiseled over and over again, and it will become clearer in your mind.

Even because of this dream, Naoya didn't know how to face Gojo Satoru's face, which he was already very familiar with, the slight embarrassment in his heart caused by that dream, and some inexplicable restlessness. It entangled him like a spider web, sticky and unable to break free.

Fortunately, the next morning after that night, after having breakfast at the office, Gojo Satoru was called back to the high school by a phone call. It was said that he had received some urgent task temporarily and he had to go back. Counting from the morning of departure to now, almost three days have passed.

With this in mind, Naoya took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and glanced at the column of Gojo Satoru in the text message record. The latest reply time displayed on it was around nine o'clock the night before, and Gojo Satoru complained to him as usual An annoying task, and then said that he will definitely come back before the weekend, and take advantage of the two-day holiday of the weekend to take a good stroll in Tokyo with him.

In other words, counting the time, Gojo Satoru should have almost appeared in the office today.

However, the fact is that it is now approaching ten o'clock, and not only did Naoya not see Gojo Satoru's figure at all, he even sent a text message in the past when he woke up early in the morning, and the other party has not replied a single word until now.

Originally, at the beginning, Naoya was a little thankful that this mission that appeared like a timely rain helped him take Gojo Satoru away, so that he didn't have to worry about how to face the other party for the time being.

But right now, Gojo Satoru didn't reply to the text message for a long time, but it made him feel depressed again.

Of course, he wasn't worried about any accidents or mistakes that would happen to Wujo Wu. Although Wujo Wu's current strength is not as abnormal as in the future, there are very few people in this world who can control the opponent, almost to the level of Wujo Wu. Nothing, and the only prison gate that can seal Gojo Wu, he placed it well in the deepest part of the shadow. Except for him, no one else in this world can get it, or even touch it.

He was just a little worried, whether Gojo Satoru was entangled in some troublesome things, and it would be difficult to get out for a while, so that he didn't even have a few minutes to reply to his text messages.

Just as Naoya was staring at the phone screen, frowning and lost in thought, the door of the room was suddenly opened at this moment, and there was a light creak, which interrupted Naoya's thoughts. He turned his head and looked, thinking it was Zhenwang packed his things and turned back, but he didn't want to. The figure was exposed from behind the door, wearing light-colored pajamas, rubbing his brows and eyes with sleepiness, obviously Xiaohui who had just woken up not long ago.

"Good morning, uncle." Xiaohui, who has been close to Naoya a lot now, walked slowly to Naoya's side with small steps in a soft voice, and leaned against Naoya, gently pulling Naoya's body with her small hands. Yijiao, asked obediently, "What are you up to, do you want me to help?"

"Hey, Xiaohui doesn't need to help, my uncle has almost cleaned up." Seeing Xiaohui who was still in a daze and didn't forget to share something for him, Naoya put away all those messy thoughts in his mind just now , simply picked him up, let Xiaohui lean in his arms comfortably, and asked warmly, "Today is the weekend, why doesn't Xiaohui sleep a little longer?"

"Well, I'm full of sleep," Xiaohui leaned on Naoya's chest affectionately, blinked her green eyes, and whispered shyly, "And... I'm a little hungry, I can't sleep. After finishing speaking, she blushed slightly and buried her head in Naoya's chest.

"So we Xiaohui is hungry." Naoya laughed for a moment, rubbed the top of Xiaohui's furry head, bent his eyebrows and said, "I really hope that Auntie has already gone to prepare breakfast, and it will be eaten soon, Xiaohui can bear it a little longer? "

"Well," Xiaohui nodded obediently with her head sullen, and after a long while, she raised her head again, looked at Naoya, and asked in a softer voice, "Uncle, will I cause you trouble... ..."

"Why do you think so?" Naoya, who originally planned to go directly to the restaurant with Xiaohui in his arms, immediately froze in place upon hearing this.

"Because, today is the weekend," Xiaohui looked at Naoya and said with a serious look. Although it was because of his young age, his speech speed was always a bit slow, but he articulated clearly, and he was able to express his thoughts clearly. He told Naoya, "Uncle should be like mother, rest on vacation, but still... take care of me."

Looking at Xiao Hui with a serious face in his arms, Naoya was speechless for a while, thinking in his heart a little puzzled, what kind of good luck did a bad guy like Shi Er have in his previous life to give birth to Xiao Hui who is so cute and charming? Distressed child's?

Or, in fact, Riho has more credit for it?Naoya couldn't help thinking wildly in his mind.

It stands to reason that the weekend should be the parent-child time for Shier and Lisui to play with Xiaohui at home, but Shier's personality, even for Naoya, after promising to look after the movement of Panxing Sect for the other party, so what? It may not take any advantage at all, and help for nothing.

Therefore, on the afternoon before the weekend, Shier handed over Xiaohui and some change of clothes to Naoya, and also called it to observe the specific situation of the spell power and the spell, and then the next morning, He took Riho together and went to Kusatsu, not far from Tokyo, to enjoy the couple's hot spring trip.

"Xiaohui," after thinking for a moment, Naoya held Xiaohui a little higher, tried to keep her eyes parallel, looked into Xiaohui's eyes, and asked with a light smile, "Xiaohui and uncle are together, will you feel unhappy? ?”

"No," Xiaohui shook her head quickly, widened her eyes a little, and said seriously, "I like being with my uncle, and my uncle's rabbits, dogs... I like them all!" As she said that, Xiao Hui stretched out her hand and counted her round little fingers, for fear that she might accidentally miss someone.

"I like Xiaohui too," Naoya replied with a smile, and rubbed his forehead against Xiaohui's forehead lightly, "I will feel very happy when I stay with Xiaohui, so I should thank Xiaohui That's right."

"But..." Xiaohui frowned slightly, as if she wanted to refute, but she didn't know how to speak, so she pursed her mouth in confusion.

"Nothing to worry about," Naoya pinched the tip of Xiao Hui's nose lightly when he saw this, and said in a warm voice, "Now, let's go to have breakfast first, and then Xiao Hui will go shopping with uncle and buy some clothes , okay?"

"Buy clothes?" Xiaohui looked at Naoya with some doubts, touched the overlapping fabric on Naoya's chest, and asked curiously, "But, uncle's clothes look good?"

"Because I also want to wear clothes like Xiaohui, which are relatively simple," Naoya explained with a smile, and winked playfully at Xiaohui twice, "So Xiaohui is willing to accompany uncle?"

"Well, yes." Xiao Hui nodded, looking at Naoya's gentle eyebrows, she didn't know what to think of, and said solemnly, "No matter what you wear, uncle, you look good."

"Pfft——" Hearing this, Naoya looked at Xiaohui in his arms in surprise, and after staring at Xiaohui for a while, he finally couldn't help asking, "Xiaohui, what... Did you come up with it yourself, or did you learn it from someone?"

"I learned from my father," Xiao Hui put her arms around Naoya's neck, and replied obediently, "Every time he says this, my mother will be very happy, and I want my uncle to be happy too."

Naoya: "..."

He didn't seem to be particularly surprised.

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Hundreds of kilometers away from downtown Tokyo, in the depths of an unknown dense forest, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a monk is sitting cross-legged on a futon beside a pool. , is the kind of person who knows at a glance and has practiced in the monastery for many years.

However, a circle of sutures was abruptly left on his forehead, like a centipede entrenched in front of his forehead, ferocious and disgusting.

This person is the long-lost Ling Suo. What he occupies now is the body of an unknown temple elder. He is hidden in the deep mountains and old forests. After several months of cultivation, he seems to have regained his former self. So calm.

I saw that the water in the pool beside him was extremely clear, but for some reason, white smoke was drifting inexplicably. A scene from deep water.

In the pool not far from the opposite side of the rope, a guy with a strange appearance, who looks like a human but not a human, is soaking in the water with his eyes closed. Usually, there are wisps of smoke from it.

It was the clepsydra that led to the annihilation of the whole army of the monastery.

"I said," I don't know how much time passed, the clepsydra opened his huge one-eyed eyes, and looked at the rope opposite the pond, "I still don't understand, why did you go to such trouble to lead Gojo Satoru to this deep mountain and old forest? , and specially asked Daoist to lead his companion back to the urban area."

"Clepsy, I remember that I should have said that Gojo Satoru is not so easy to deal with." Hearing this, Li Suo finally opened his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "What's more, the strength of the companion beside him is also very strong." Not to be underestimated."

"It's just two brats, what do you want me to cringe like you are?" The clepsydra has a bad temper, the most unheard words that fuel the enemy's arrogance, smoke is blowing from the top of his head, and The white smoke in the pool became thicker with his fury, and even the water in the pool bubbled up non-stop.

"Don't be angry," Lin Suo was unmoved by this. He squinted his eyes so that people could not see the hidden emotions in his eyes clearly, and the curvature of the corners of his lips rose a little bit, with a bit of a faint, as if Ruowu was provocative, and whispered to the clepsydra, "If you feel that you are strong enough, you can go to Wujo Wu to confront him face to face right now, and I will wait here for your good news."