Why aren't people raising me

When the assistant supervisors had arranged everything, Masaharu and the others arrived at the first floor of the shopping mall. The tall floor-to-ceiling windows let in a little dazzling light. When the sun shone on their heads, Masaharu was thrown into his arms by Gojo Satoru He vacated the whole person, and the horizontal line of the viewing angle was raised a lot.

"Hey, wait...!"

Mr. Gojo, a mature adult, cheered, and easily held Masaharu in his arms.

Breathing, body temperature, there is no lower limit for being temporarily removed.

Yazhi is a little uncomfortable with such an intimate act. He hasn't recovered his memory yet. Maybe even if he recovers, it's too strange that his feet don't touch the ground. "There is still work to be done!"

"It doesn't matter, just hand it over to the assistant supervisor. We are responsible for dealing with the enemy." Gojo Satoru said happily, "But Masaharu, we are all in the middle of the third year, and you are getting younger and younger."

On the side, Nakahara Zhongya's raised hand froze in mid-air, his black gloved fingers trembled, his eyebrows twitched twice, he hesitated to speak, "Hey..."

Gojo Satoru heard it, but Gojo Satoru pretended not to hear it. He weighed Masaharu in his hands. This gesture was very familiar to Masaharu, "So light, did they really feed you? You must be malnourished."

"Even if they want to supplement it for me, I won't see the effect in a short time. I just woke up not long ago." Yazhi sighed.

"Do you still want to mention fat treatment?" Xia Youjie fully understood the sense of sight, "Now it's thin treatment."

"Jie, even you can make jokes without changing your face!"

Xia Youjie met Shang Yazhi's gaze, pursed his lips and smiled, "How should I put it...it's just the feeling..."

"It's a relief."

The wish of the few of them finally became a reality, and the long-standing nightmare was finally relieved.

Mature adults have learned to hide their emotions. Even if they are so excited that they almost cry, they will cover it up in a humorous way, "So Masaharu, why don't you just choose a guardian between us this time."

"It's not something you can make a hasty decision about." Masaharu frowned, "Let me down, although I'm used to getting along with you as a child, I'm not used to it."

Zhong Yuanzhong finally couldn't hold back, leaned over, and stretched out his hand, "Give me...let him down."

His feet landed on the ground, and before Masaharu could catch his breath, Chuya Nakahara turned over and held his face in his hands for a careful inspection.

"Chung Ye?"

"I'll see how you feel."

"I'm very good."

"Fart, you are obviously very sad now."

Jaji: "..."

Masaharu: "Although I haven't recalled all the memories with you, there is one sentence that I remember very clearly. You often said it to me." He cleared his throat, his voice was a little fuzzy because his cheeks were dragged by Chuya Unclear, "Don't swear, Zhongya."

Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed, "I take this sentence back, because I know you can distinguish what to say on which occasion, and I believe that you have grown into an excellent person."

Teaching children to be impolite is because children's speech habits and behavior have not yet formed, and they need correct guidance, but Yazhi has long since no longer needed it.

Zhong also patted him on the shoulder, knelt down on one knee, and made his eyes level with Masaharu.

He hadn't done this action for a long time, and now he felt a little nostalgic.

"Still sad?"

"...To be honest, a little bit."

Xia Youjie closed his eyes, looking at the cocoon-like rope, his eyes were full of coldness.

Of course sad.

Could it be that the past can be written off with one stroke of revenge? The harm suffered can never be treated as if it never happened, and Yazhi did die twice.

"I suddenly thought of one of his uses." Xia Youjie said, "He can manipulate corpses, and he can definitely have sensory feedback, just like an immortal demihuman, and there are many intractable diseases in the world that have not been found. way of healing."

This is what he learned from contacting the charity industry, how many people are dragged down by incurable diseases and high expenses that are difficult to pay.

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "That's right, Jie! He is a rare medical resource!"

"Waste reuse."

"The wicked do good."

Yidizhi Jiegao wrote this down with a wink, "What you said is very feasible, I will start to prepare."

Masaji was a little dumb, he opened his mouth, and then said to Zhongya,

"The identities of Akashi Masaharu and Nakahara Masaharu can no longer be used..."

Masaharu Nakahara is also a dead person in society. His death touched many people, and then Masaharu's fifth life came into being.

"If I go to Matsuda now, will he be frightened?"

Nakahara Chuya: "A police officer who plays with bombs every day, how timid he is."

Yaji: "...Oh."

"It's okay, we're still here." Zhong Yuanzhong also knew what he cared about most, and he grinned sincerely, "You will always be the way we know each other, and we have never changed."

"Hiss, this line is pretty good." Gojo Satoru stood aside and pinched his chin in thought, "Did you secretly go to make up lessons, to become a literary youth for Masaharu?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also reads well: "Speaking of feelings, the art of language."

They have a lot to say, and maybe a long talk all night is not enough to express their thoughts.

And surprises sometimes come one after another.

Masaharu heard the slight sound of flapping wings. He raised his eyes and saw a handsome young man with tea hair standing opposite the shopping mall.

He stared at this side, like a patron saint.

And beside him, stood a big demon.

Yi Nan.

Yaji widened his eyes in surprise,

Can he see monsters? !

Is it the inaction of a real person or——

And at this time, the silent father and mother broke into the topic with big tears, "Masaharu, what should I do..."

Its sudden decline made everyone else a little dumbfounded, Gojo Satoru thought something was wrong, "What's wrong?"

The speed at which the father and mother shed tears was not ordinary, and soon there was a puddle of water on the ground, "I cursed Masaharu."

Zhong was also surprised, "Curse?"

"Is it... the curse of death?"

Father and mother nodded, "One month later, I fell from a building and died. This was a last resort to gain the trust of the counterfeit. I believed in Masaharu, so I responded according to Masaharu's reaction. But now, Masaharu hasn't told me yet. How to lift the curse."

Gojo Satoru turned his head, "Masaharu?"

"Don't worry." Yazhi reassured them who had changed their faces, "Because I don't want Mommy and Dad to suffer anymore."

Father and mother pointed to themselves, "...me?"

Turned into an inhuman curse, wandering around the world in such a posture that disgusts me, I have to say...it's time to end.

Yazhi looked at Xia Youjie, "The real person was transformed by you, right?"

Most of the time, a look between them, a simple reminder, can understand each other's meaning.

So Xia Youjie silently summoned the real person, and the blue-haired curse spirit appeared out of thin air. The sutures on his face were no different from those in his life. Xia Youjie, the manipulator.

"You succeeded." The absorbed and transformed mantra lost its self, but retained a certain degree of consciousness. The real person opened and closed his fingers, "It feels really strange, and I don't feel angry at all. I won't It's a walking dead!"

"Almost." Xia Youjie is generally not interested in chatting with his curse spirit, he waits for Yazhi's instructions, "Yazhi, what do you want it to do."

"grow up."

Since Wuwei Transformation can change him from a fetus to a child, it can turn him into a youth in an instant.

——Of course Masaharu will not continue to be a child.

He should have been the same age as his friends, and should have grown up at the same pace, but now the gap between them is getting bigger and bigger. In terms of physical age, he and his brothers can be his father at the same time. When they grow up, these people become the characters of the uncle generation.

Thinking of that scene, Masaharu felt dizzy.

"I can't allow that kind of thing to happen. It's just watching you grow old, like a public service advertisement promoting filial piety is staged in front of my eyes."

The three of them were very silent, "..."

"Well, that's what I said."

For a long while, they numbly rejected the seemingly tragic future.

"If you don't intervene, Masaharu may live longer than us."

"Such a long life is not good at all."

"It's time for Masaharu to have some grown-up fun."

"That sentence is a little subtly bad."

"Where did you think of going?"

Wuwei's change was only in an instant, without even the special effects of smoke or light, and the white-haired child's figure elongated visible to the naked eye. Nakahara Nakaya looked at it with satisfaction, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Wait, no!"

He touched his little vest with one hand, and remembered that he had taken off his windbreaker when he was preparing to fight, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed Xia Youjie who was dazed by the side, and then pulled vigorously to remove the opponent's coat.

Xia Youjie stabilized his figure: "Maybe I should wear a robe today?"

Then at this moment, Chuya stretched out a pair of hands holding the clothes in front of him, "Master Chuya, this is what Master Dazai ordered."

Zhong Yuanzhong also choked on the thoughtfulness of such details: "..."

Masaharu reacted faster than him. He asked while getting dressed, "Dazai? He's here too?"

"In order to be my switch, in case I open the door of Huang Ba's vomiting..."

Masaharu was noncommittal, "Oh, I remembered, you are known as the best partners in the organization."

Zhong Ye's expression was as if he had swallowed poison, "That's in the past tense, he has long since betrayed the organization."

"Betrayal?" Yazhi was a little surprised by the result, "It seems that a lot of things have happened during this period... Hey, it's a good number, how did he guess it?"

Dazai Osamu is a dimension visually estimated based on Akashi Masaharu's speech video.

"His brain is so easy to use, it would be great if he could press it on me."

Gojo Satoru walked over and thumped his chest, "Your head is not bad, but you are a genius in the eyes of ordinary people."

They greeted each other the way their peers greeted each other.

Because Masaharu is about the same height as him now.

The body transformed by Wuwei has a tall figure, handsome facial features, and slightly long curly white hair. This is the high degree of harmony between the soul and the body. Masaharu's eyes, which seem to have gone through wind and frost, are finally no longer so inconsistent. He Touching her cheeks, her fingertips fell from the end of her eyebrows to her eyelids, and then from the tip of her nose to her lips.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

He showed a warm and gentle smile, and suddenly turned to the stunned father and mother,

"Mom, Dad..."

There was hope and a smile in his voice,

"—look, I've grown up."

The second the voice fell, the figures of father and mother blurred.

Those sticky blacks swam and fell off it, the huge body shrunk visibly like shedding its skin over and over again, and the vigorous mantra poured out in all directions, all disappearing into the air.

A finger fell to the ground.

In the end, what remained in the eyes of everyone were two illusory souls.

A man and a woman, with gentle and nostalgic eyes.

Masaharu walked over, he was even taller than Dad.

"I've thought about how to free you from a long time ago."

He embraced them vainly,

"Your obsession is to raise me as an adult. After fulfilling this wish, please... go to the other shore with peace of mind."

At this moment, they only have each other in their eyes, and nothing outside can disturb them.

People unconsciously silenced their voices. Even if someone wanted to prevent the mother of the curse from leaving, they only gave up under the gaze of their companions.

"Thank you all so much..."

This is the only pair of parents who have been with Masaharu for a long time.

They are firmly held by the bond called love, stubbornly unwilling to leave, and their wishes are simple and sincere.

Father and mother stretched out their trembling hands and hugged Yazhi. This was the hug they had always dreamed of, with the beautiful appearance that mother wanted, and the sober posture that father rarely saw.

"In the next life, if we are destined, I will ask Daryl to help me, and then I will be reincarnated as your child."

"We're just a normal family."

No monsters, no children perilously seeking redemption.

There were tears in Yazhi's eyes,

"But it doesn't matter what you look like."

Whether human or non-human,

"--I love you."

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It's over!

Thanks to the little angel who has been with me qwq

Next is some extras, I am going to study recently, and the extras will be a little more predestined_(:з」∠)_

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