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How should I put it, this should be Saito Mori's second meeting with the Patriarch's uncle in a short period of time, right?

Just looking at the man in the house, who was wearing a kimono made of high-quality fabrics, was walking up and down on the floor, holding the obviously newly customized Gojo Satoru in his arms, Saito Mori couldn't help but laugh.

"Master Patriarch, Mr. Wu didn't come in?"

The moment he uttered these words, the busy figure sat down immediately, took out his fan and tapped his knee familiarly, and then burst out laughing.

A few seconds later, he put away his fan and looked at Saito Mori with a gentle attitude like an elder.

"Arsen."

"Being able to escape among many first-level spell spirits, you already have the qualifications of a strong person—just like your father expected, you have grown into a powerful and reliable person without knowing it."

Patriarch Wutiao sighed, looking at the generous girl next to him.

"Is this... is your spell?" Patriarch Wutiao stroked his beard: "Although Wu mentioned it to me, I haven't seen it yet—is anyone's spell that looks like a human being? Girls up to ten years old?!"

"Hey——" Alice let go of Saito Mori's hand, and stared at the old man in front of her with those beautiful eyes that were as pure as the blue sky: "So, does grandpa hate Alice?"

"...Grandpa?" Patriarch Wutiao was stunned when the girl suddenly called him that.

"Yes." Alice curled up the corners of her lips, showing a little devil's smile: "After all, I'm outside—everyone thinks I'm Rintaro's daughter!"

Saitomori next to him rubbed his little hands, and pink bubbles quickly appeared from his back.

"Alice Sauce~"

"Although you are super cute like this, it's better to call me brother according to my age~"

Saito Mori said almost in a complaining tone, but Alice turned her head directly and snorted rather arrogantly.

"Never--"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Alice!!"

Although this appearance looks like a quarrel, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Saito Mori is enjoying the atmosphere, or in other words, enjoying getting along with Alice.

But... is there really no problem with this? !

Let his spells call him "Dad", "Brother" or something... I can't tell, this kid, A Sen, is so good at playing.

Of course, now is not the time to complain about such things.

Patriarch Wutiao let out a light cough, successfully breaking up the pink bubble atmosphere and turning it back.

"Arsen."

"I heard Satoru mention—do you want to see your mother?"

Patriarch Wutiao said, his eyes that had been washed by the years did not let go of Saito Mori's reaction.

After all... Saito Mori's mother, that is, his sister... The current situation is quite special.

It's so special—the kind that ordinary people will be locked up if they mention it.

And the most important thing is... Saito Mori hasn't seen his mother for nearly 19 years. Even if he had the chance to meet, it was when Saito Mori was a baby, and he spent a few minutes with his mother when he was just born.

But there are no memories of infancy.

So... what's going on?

Why did Asen suddenly have such an idea?

Saito Mori is naturally clear about the series of confusions that Patriarch Wujo can come up with.

After all, his behavior is really too aggressive.

"Uncle." Saito Mori called each other for the first time since entering the house, reminding them of their relationship.

"You pay so much attention to me, you must be aware of... Fu Heisher who was defeated by me and Wu Jun?"

Patriarch Wutiao nodded.

This matter can be said to be well known.Most importantly, he also knew that Fuheshier was from the Buddhist monastery, and his old friend Zhibi from the Buddhist monastery was Fuheshier's uncle.

"I admire Fu Heisher's strength—but he is an out-and-out scumbag."

Saito Mori slowly showed a disgusted expression.

He even noticed the shock in the pupils of Patriarch Wutiao.He twitched the corners of his lips and continued: "I don't know how his first wife was, so I won't comment."

"but--"

"His second wife raised his son for him and was thrifty. But Fu Heisher didn't recognize that woman as his wife. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"The most important thing is - to sell my son to the family of the Buddhist monastery." Saito Mori lowered his eyes, his emotions were turbulent, but his heart was extremely calm.

He still wanted to say something, but Patriarch Wutiao pursed his lips in a complicated expression.

"A Sen... so that's why you beat Zenyuan Naoya?"

"………?"Um?Zen garden straight?How did it get involved with that thing?

"Looking at your expression, it's not clear... Naozai of the Chanyuan is the son of the Chanyuan, the future patriarch of the Zenyuan, right?"

"Son of the Chanyuan?" Saito Mori showed his confident smile: "Is this the only strength?"

When Wutiao Patriarch heard this, he couldn't stop laughing.

"Good! As expected of a child of my Wujo family!"

"a!"

"It's normal for you to dislike the existence of Zenyuan family who always regard women as reproductive tools." That's how to put it, this kind of thinking is slightly incompatible with Yusanjia.

Presumably... This kind of respect for women and embracing grievances against women was also learned in the Einzbern family, right?

Their Wutiao family is far less traditional than the Buddhist monastery next door, and girls can still learn things to become magicians, not a tool for breeding offspring.

It's just... Asen's mother...

A trace of entanglement flashed in Wutiao Patriarch's eyes.But when he raised his head, he looked at Saito Mori, who was not as sick and weak as he remembered, and was even strong enough to become a super magician, and showed that satisfied smile again.

"Arsen."

"As the head of the family, I allow you to meet your mother."

"But you have to remember." Patriarch Gojo slowly stood up from the tatami, and turned to look at each other at the same level: "No matter what happens, you must ensure your own safety." He raised his hand and patted Saito Mori shoulders.

"After all, you... are a treasure that the Gojo family managed to get."

"Okay, let's go out quickly. I haven't been out for so long, Wu must be in a hurry, hahahaha!"

Patriarch Gojo smiled, and Saitomori also smiled lightly.It's just that the moment he left and turned around, the sunlight leaking in from the window shone on him, making him look extraordinarily gentle, but only those deep red eyes were cold.

The treasure of the Gojo family?

When a person is weak, no matter what, once a person is strong, he is a "treasure".

His patriarch's uncle is really... extremely snobbish.But anyway, he didn't hate this kind of behavior.

After walking out of the room, Saito Mori could vaguely feel the gaze behind him.It wasn't until Gojo Satoru and Zhongyuan Zhong also walked up after walking out of the range that the line of sight behind him disappeared.

"boss!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly came over: "That old man didn't touch you, did he?"

"Hey——" Gojo Satoru next to him couldn't help yelling: "The old man wouldn't do such a thing." After finishing speaking, he looked at Saito Mori, who was already a little tired between his brows and eyes: "A Sen, follow me back to the room to rest Bar?"

"I have to take a break." Zhong Yuanzhong also continued: "After all, many things happened today, even the boss has to digest them."

"right."

"Then Asen, come back with me. As for you - I will let the tribe arrange a guest room for you." Wujo Wu rested his hands on the back of his head: "However, the beds are all adult beds, so I guarantee that you will not roll around while sleeping. fall down!"

Zhongyuan also gritted his teeth.

"Get out, do you want to fight!! Ah?"

There was also a trace of fighting intent in Gojo Wu's eyes: "Okay! Just hit!"

However, when the two cats were trying to make gestures, Saitomori raised his hand and rua accurately touched the hair of the two people.

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Zhongye—" He smiled and rubbed the hair of the two of them: "Can you just take a truce for my sake?"

Seeing the two people pause for a while, Saito Mori always felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

He rubbed the hair of two people.

"However...if I'm watching, it's not impossible to compete." He withdrew his hand and smiled lightly.

"After all, diamonds are polished by diamonds."*

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A Wutiao cat and a Zhongye cat, I suck! ! !

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