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Oda Sakunosuke, who went out to meet the three sisters and Megumi Fukuro, returned soon. The red-haired boy's hands were already filled with bags of sundries, and the others behind him were no exception.

However, the number of people is not right.

Zhong Yuan looked behind the red-haired boy, and it was obvious that there were two unexpected guests.

Osamu Dazai leaned forward from behind Nakahara Nakaya and saw that he was an acquaintance.

To be precise, one of them was an acquaintance, and the other was a victim of their insidious director.

"Are you guys here too? It's getting interesting."

Osamu Dazai stroked his chin and looked at the two high school students, with a lingering dislike in his eyes, "It's such a waste—it doesn't even have a place to stay."

The black-haired boy looked at Gojo Satoru, who had already been drowned by so many bedding, and Gojo Satoru's expression instantly became particularly terrifying.

Nasty stinky brat.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Yokohama was a place where he was at odds with him. The first time he came to Yokohama, he was beaten up by Fu Heisher and he couldn't fight back.

This time, he came with Jie, but he lost his track before catching up with him. He was trying to find a place to stay because he couldn't be discovered by the magic world.

Arriving in the early morning, when the night fell, they still hadn't found a place to rest, and Yokohama became more and more dangerous as time went by.

Even conjurers who are used to seeing big scenes have to lament that Yokohama is really a crazy city.

What a crazy city—

Today's Gojo Satoru has not yet evolved into the model of a super rogue ten years later, and Gojo Satoru and Jiaru Glass, who are still good boys in essence, have never thought of the option of breaking into the empty door.

In Yokohama, everything will be scarce, but there is probably one thing that will never be missing.

It is nothingness.

After all, anything can happen in this city, and danger is always imminent. Homeless houses are everywhere, and experienced locals can even tell at a glance whether there are people living inside.

But obviously this kind of skill is not suitable for boys and girls living in peaceful Tokyo.

So when I was thinking about whether to go back home when I entered the glass, and Gojo Satoru was thinking about occupying the Yokohama branch directly, they met the three sisters and their party who were strolling leisurely on the street.

"Wu Jun?."

Chizi greeted first, and the girl was carrying a bunch of items in her hands. As for Shirako and Heizi, they were not idle, each holding a child whose hands were full, and even Takashi Natsume and Megumi Fukuro shared some of the slightest weight.

In this way, the girls who were overwhelmed by many products met Gojo Satoru, and their beautiful eyes were instantly filled with light.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, felt shuddering under such a scorching gaze.

···································································································奥布丽光先达, exactly the same as their insidious father.

So when Oda Sakunosuke went to meet him, the first thing he saw was a mysterious creature full of items that looked like a Christmas tree.

The family who didn't have the slightest love from his classmates didn't waste this good opportunity at all.

The limited-time photo, 'Gojo·Package·Christmas Tree·Satoru' is now available.

The young man who was born with a lack of ability to complain did not make any comments on Gojo Satoru's current situation.

He just glanced over at the items on the young man, and calculated in his mind what else needed to be added.

"The things are very complete, but there are still some necessities that are not enough, and we still need to buy some."

Gojo Satoru was relieved for a second that there was an honest man in Phoenix, but the next second the honest man stabbed him severely, adding a few layers of 'brocade' to the already rich 'armor' on his body.

This is why Osamu Dazai and the others saw Wujo Gojo and his family entering the glass.

Osamu Dazai's sarcasm was accepted as soon as it was good, and it was approaching that besides Gojo Satoru, there was a girl accompanying him, and this girl was a doctor by profession.

Chefs and doctors are the two types of people who should not be provoked. After all, if you offend them, you may not be able to realize that as a smart person, Osamu Dazai would not make such a low-level mistake.

At the right time, the three sisters interrupted the confrontation between Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru, and abruptly suppressed Gojo Satoru's rebuttal that was about to blurt out.

It has been like this since before, as long as he meets Gojo Satoru, a person who is closely related to Fujimaruhara, he will always suffer.

This is no exception now. Before the boy came in, he was stuffed with a rag and instructed to deal with the dust before he sat down. Gojo Satoru, who had nearly three years of experience in accommodation, was unexpectedly skillful.

The three sisters quickly divided up tasks for everyone, and even Osamu Dazai, who was very lazy just now, could not escape their clutches.

For a time, the entire facade of the house was filled with the sound of labor.

However, the house selected as the safe house was not too big, and it was a bit crowded for eight teenagers and two young children to live here.

A few people cleaned up and felt what it meant to be shoulder to shoulder.

There are a few people in the Central Plains who are okay. There are many members of Phoenix. Sometimes they will gather and play together in someone's room. Although Phoenix's room is very spacious, it will feel crowded if more than a dozen people rush in at once, so they Adapted well to the situation.

On the contrary, Gojo Satoru and Jia Ruzi were a little curious about such an atmosphere. Although the dormitory of the college was small, there were very few people living in it. At most, there were only three of them and Jie, and Haibara and Qihai would occasionally join them later.

So living in a small room with so many people is the first time for both Gojo Satoru and Iauri Glass.

It was clearly late autumn, and after cleaning the house, the bodies of several people were already wet, and they smelled the smell of sweat carefully.

"Tsk tsk, it's so dirty, it looks like I need to take a bath."

Gojo Satoru looked at the lit candles around him, it was impossible to take a bath without electricity, the boy sighed silently.

It looks like there is no play at all.

"Are you taking a bath? The water heater is a bit broken. Heizi is repairing it and needs to wait a while." Fujimaru Shirako stood under the corridor and replied. The girl pressed the light switch, and the room was instantly brightened.

It's just that the boy's expression at this moment is a bit complicated.

"What's the matter?" Fujimaru Shirako extinguished the candles around him, looked up at Gojo Satoru, "Is there anything else? Dinner will be fine in a while."

"—there is electricity here." He thought there was no electricity.

"Well, don't worry about the water and electricity. Before we leave, there will be no problems with the water and electricity. Chizi will maintain it."

No one has lived in the house for an unknown period of time, so naturally there will be no water and electricity flow. Now the electricity and water they use are all maintained by Fu Heizi's magic.

But why light candles when there is electricity.

"Zhi-kun wants to play Hundred Monogatari, and the new candle needs to be tested." Fujimaru Shirako put away the candles. The girl picked up a dozen candles and looked at Gojo Satoru. There is an elder sister's calmness and tenderness in between.

Gojo Satoru looked at Fujimaru Shirako, he didn't seem to have any doubts about it just now.

"This is a special skill possessed by elder sister." The beautiful girl replied.

Before the boy could react, the girl had already placed the trimmed candles one by one, shook her sleeves and went to the kitchen.

Although she didn't light up her cooking skills, her knife skills are so good that she can still help them.

The dilapidated kitchen has taken on a new look, and the broken door was removed by several people and replaced with light gauze.

Through the light, you can see the shadowy portrait on the opposite side.

Oda Sakunosuke and Nakahara Chuya were in charge of the cooking. Osamu Dazai was forbidden to stay away from the kitchen. The three sisters were very proficient in other things except that they could not touch the seasoning.

Cutting and cooking are extremely fast, and only the last step of seasoning can only be delivered to others.

Although Sakunosuke Oda can cook, except for the spicy curry, the rest of the dishes are average, but Nakahara is also extremely talented.

So today the chef is actually Chuya.

Five people make it, and dinner comes together in no time.

The two bathrooms are ready for use, and when Yairui Glass and Gojo Satoru came out of the bathroom, they saw Fuguro Megumi and Natsume Takashi obediently arranging the bowls and chopsticks.

"Are you going to eat already?" Iori Nishi wiped his hair and looked at the table, and moved away the objects that hindered Natsume Takashi's movement.

Because there were not enough seats, they found a long, low table and a group of people sat on the floor and enjoyed dinner.

Natsume Takashi was a little shy and thanked the housekeeper, then got up and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Fu Heihui continued to arrange the tableware. After the young child had placed the last tableware, he looked at the two and asked, "Can you eat spicy food?"

"Spicy? Yes." Jiarui Nitzi subconsciously took out the cigarette, just about to light it, but put it back quickly, but his fingers were still rubbing uncomfortably.

"Will the food be spicy? Hui." Gojo Satoru picked up the little Hui.

The field of vision suddenly rose, and the soles of the feet lost their strength. Fu Heihui felt a little uncomfortable, and the child's cheeks swelled slightly and shook his calf.

He glanced at Gojo Satoru unhappily and said, "If you can't eat spicy food, you can use less of Zhini's curry, as the Niang sauce tastes a bit heavy."

When the food was served, the two finally understood what the so-called heavy taste meant. Gojo Satoru and Iirui Glass swore that they had never seen such a 'red' curry in their lifetime.

Thick, bright red curry with a rich aroma.

Just one thing makes people swallow saliva. On the one hand, it is the stimulation of fragrance, and on the other hand, it is the instinctive fear of taste.

"Sit down, it's time for dinner."

Fujimaru Shirako spoke.

Everyone sat down obediently. After a hard day, they finally ate delicious food.

The crabs bought by Oda Sakunosuke were not wasted at all, and half of them were cooked by Nakahara Chuya and the others.

Curry crab and steamed crab are placed in front of Osamu Dazai.

Anxiety is swept away.

All toil is soothed by delicious crab.

"What's this?" Gojo Satoru asked with the strange dishes packed in shells.

"Ginger scallops, a modification of Aomori scallops."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was very interested in looking at the rough yet delicate dishes, "Well, it's not bad."

The young man stretched out his hand towards the scallop burning again, and the picky-looking young master was very satisfied.

"Chuya's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and it's ready for home use." Osamu Dazai put the eaten crab shells on the empty plate aside, and he couldn't close his mouth even if he ate.

The retribution came soon. The crab chosen by the black-haired boy was cut off, and Osamu Dazai looked at Chuya Nakahara with wide eyes.

For a time the scene was very lively.

Looking at the scene here, Natsume Takashi couldn't help laughing out loud.

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The next day, the sky was just right.

The dazzling morning light shines into the room through the thin window screens.

At this moment, the room just cleaned up yesterday was in a mess, and the tears from the embers of the candles overflowed slightly from the candle holders, leaving a series of mottled white marks.

The empty living room was full of people sleeping, and the boys and girls were wrapped in blankets and fell asleep.

Just by looking at the heroic sleeping postures, one can tell how happy they were last night.

The visitor knelt down and gently wiped away tears from the ground, and sighed.

"This is the little bastard who played the Hundred Story all night."

Fu Heisher leaned against the wall and looked down at the pair of Shen Shen, without reacting at all because someone came.

"If you relax like this, you will be killed."

Fu Heisher picked up his own son who had already slept in the entrance and hugged him in his arms.

With such a movement, Fu Heihui just murmured a few times, and had no intention of waking up at all. The boy leaned against his father's broad chest with his baby's fat cheeks and fell into a deep sleep.

Fujimaruhara stood up and stepped through the gaps between the boys and walked to the window.

Swah——

The curtains of several layers of light gauze were completely opened.

The dazzling light entered the house wantonly without any cover.

The sleepy teenagers and girls finally responded.

Oda Sakunosuke was the first to wake up, and the boy looked sleepily at the source of the voice.

The tall figure stood against the light.

In the mist, I saw a familiar face.

"The director, the director?"

Consciousness is still in a trance.

Oda Sakunosuke was about to break the shackles of instinct and fully opened his blurred eyes.

It's a pity that it was too difficult. Fortunately, someone helped him, so his consciousness was completely awake.

A shrill female voice sounded behind her.

"ah--!!"

The scream as if seeing a ghost instantly awakened everyone from their dreams.

The person in the dream finally returned to reality.

A fun night of relaxation has come to an end.

The handsome figure in front of him was the 'oppressor' who came to question them.

No matter how handsome and elegant the young man smiled, it seemed to them that it was difficult to conceal the darkness.

Although the room is full of sunshine at this moment, their hearts are desolate and desolate.