I used 300 JPY to catch up with my parents

"If you kill me now, not only will you have no money, but it will also be difficult for you to marry a rich woman in the future."

Fuxi poured a cup of tea for the angry Fu Heisher, "There should not be many rich women in Japan who are high-ranking college students. Uniform control."

She thought to herself, this can be regarded as interrupting Fu Heisher's career as a boy from the root.

Fu Heisher didn't believe in evil, went to the bathroom and rinsed it many times, and even poured out the magic tool to scrape the oil paint on his skin, but the paint was deeply attached to his muscles and bones, and grew into one body, as if he was originally this color.

Fu Heisher said nonsense: "You actually thought of such a vicious method because you want to take me as your own—"

Fuxi's hands that wiped his hair trembled, and so did her lips.

"I regret it a bit, Mr. Fuhei."

"Then why don't you wash it off for me?"

"I regret not drawing you a maid outfit."

"..."

Even though Fu Heisher had nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine impulses to kill Fuxi, and his bones were turned into ashes, the last little bit of reason left suppressed those impulses.

If you kill her, all previous efforts will be wasted, and you will not get a cent of the billion dollars.Besides, even though she bullied him, she didn't kill him, so she had to wash off the paint on his body.

and another question -

"Little ghost, did you live near Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto before—"

"No." Fuxi denied without thinking.

"...Think about it carefully."

"No." Still in denial.

"Will your sequelae of the sky and the curse include bad memory?" Fuheshier still had doubts about the silver-gray haired man he saw in his youth, "Do you have snowfall?"

"No." Fuxi lowered her head and cut the food on the plate, "But I can freeze your mouth, do you need this service?"

"What a brat who doesn't respect his elders." Fuheshier ate his breakfast cursingly, and even snatched the grilled sausage and foie gras from Fuxi's plate - even though she had cut it for him.

After breakfast, it means that you have to worry about the day's accommodation and food expenses.

Fuxi stuffed her schoolbag and drawing paper into Fuheisher's arsenal, and the latter was speechless: "You are really rude to me."

"Why don't we start a moving company." She suggested, "There should be no limit to what you can put in your arsenal."

"Stupid." Fu Heisher gritted his teeth heavily, "I don't pay taxes to the government."

At this moment, Fuheshier's cell phone rang.

Caller ID is an unfamiliar number.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. [Rich Woman, Hungry, Fanfan]?" It was a woman's voice on the phone.

Rich woman, hungry, hungry...

Fu Heisher realized that he had entered the wrong number when he was looking for a job online, and changed it to his usual surfing private number, which was given by Kong Shiyu for him.

"Yes." Fuxi replied from the side, "Excuse me, is it the employer?"

"Master!" The woman was very emotional, trembling, "I'm looking for my son! They all said he was dead, but I can feel that he is still alive, luckily Guitar must be alive—"

At this point, the phone was forcibly hung up.

Fuxi and Fuheisher looked at each other in blank dismay.

"It's a scam call," Fuheshier said.

"I think what she said is true." Fuxi thought for a while and said, "Let's call and see."

Fu Heisher was reluctant: "Even if this kind of thing is true, it usually won't make much money."

He pressed the call back button, and a few seconds later the call was connected.

"Hey--"

"Sorry, Master." This time it was a man who answered the phone, his voice was tired, "My son passed away, my wife couldn't bear the blow, and she has mental problems, don't take her words seriously, I'm sorry to cause you trouble gone."

The other party hung up the phone hastily, and Fu Heisher tapped Fuxi's forehead with his mobile phone unhappily.

"Stupid, let's see what order you grabbed?"

Fuxi covered her forehead, thoughtful.

Fu Heisher pondered for a long time, and decided to call Kong Shiyu to ask if there was any order to kill someone. After all, placing a reward in an intermediary is different from the curser forum. A deposit is required, and the probability of encountering a scammer will be much lower.

Kong Shiyu didn't answer the phone and sent an email.

[There are no rewards for killing people for the time being, but there are rewards for killing curse spirits. 】

Fu Heisher: [address sent. 】

Kong Shiyu quickly replied: 【...It seems that it does not meet your awareness of being a magician and killer. Isn't it the job of a magician to exorcise curse spirits? 】

This is soul torture.

A week ago, Fuheshier would not give priority to such work that makes positive contributions to society, but now he has no money to bet on horses, no money to stay in hotels, and where to eat his next meal is a problem. A bastard who doesn't make money but only spends money...

Fu Heisher: [Otherwise, you can lend me [-] million for living expenses. 】

Of course, Kong Shiyu couldn't borrow it, so he quickly sent the task over.

The location of the mission is Shimizu in Higashiyama, Kyoto.

When stepping into this land, Fuheshier thought of his youthful experience again, and asked Fuxi again: "Have you really never lived here?"

Fuxi asked back: "Do you think I have the Kyoto dialect passed down from your family?"

Not having a Kyoto dialect does not mean that he has not lived here. Just as Fu Heisher was about to refute, the phone rang again.

It's still the same number I was looking for my son from before.

Fu Heisher pressed the hang up impatiently.

But the opponent insisted on continuing to fight, and he continued to hang up as if not admitting defeat.

"You have two choices." Fuxi wrapped the arsenal around his waist, "Lahei—"

"Or listen to who is lying, and one of the two must be telling a lie."

"I don't have that much free time."

Fu Heisher blocked him decisively.

The employer introduced by Kong Shiyu is a single young rich woman named Yingjiang.

Single young rich woman, every word is full of imagination.

Fuxi coolly reminded: "Before approaching, you have to make sure that the other party is under control or not."

Fuheshier choked.

Originally, he had good looks and a good figure, but now...the figure is no longer an advantage, it can only be wrapped in clothes.

"The intermediary really didn't lie, Master Fuhei is a handsome guy."

Ying Jiang is a mature and glamorous blond beauty, wearing a water-blue long skirt, and a pair of thin and long high-heeled shoes.

What does it mean that there are legs from the neck down? Fuxi has seen it today.

Ying Jiang stretched out his hand, showing a gentle and decent smile.

"Master, you still have a child with you, is she your partner?"

Fuxi closed her eyes, she was no longer a child.

"A child from a relative's family." Fu Heisher said nonsense, "Her parents are busy with work, and no one cares about her during the holidays."

"Master is really gentle and patient."

The gentle and patient master bent his lips, Fuxi glanced at him lightly, and decided to temporarily break away from them to have a conversation like a god.

Yingjiang's residence is a manor.The manor is huge, full of flowers and green leaves, Fuxi walked and looked around, looking for sunflowers.

As she walked, she felt that she was being watched.

This inexplicable line of sight was not hostile, but strange, probably followed her for 200 meters.

"Who is there?"

The bushes behind her moved, and since she couldn't tell whether it was an enemy or a friend, she chased after her without using spells.

The person did not stop, but the bushes only reached her waist, so judging from this, the person was not very tall.

Possibly the children at the manor, she thought.

Fuxi seldom runs like this. May's manor is still, but when she runs, she feels the breeze blowing on her face.

Like a very gentle touch.

If I could keep running like this——

puff.

Her legs gave way and she fell headlong to the ground.

...It is estimated that this time it will be disfigured.

But it doesn't seem to be a loss, at least I have experienced the beauty of running.

The expected pain did not come, and she fell into a soft embrace.

The boy in a fleece coat was placed under her body, his purple eyes stared at her quietly and innocently, and the lyre in his hand fell into the grass.

For a moment, Fuxi felt as if she had met the Son of God.

As for Fuheshier, who was standing in the distance and witnessed this scene, he felt like he had encountered a silly spore—it was already May, and there were still people wearing big padded jackets and plush caps.

He came here to look for someone after he found out that Fuxi was missing. She seldom went out, and she would get lost 100% of the time, and she might cause trouble.

Seeing Fuxi running, Fu Heisher didn't try to stop her.

He had never seen anyone get excited just by running.

Probably because his physical fitness is too strong, he can't empathize with the weak - it's not right to say that she is weak, her spells and spells are actually very strong, and it is a disaster when she goes all out.

The conjuration world uses this to divide the strong and the weak, but Fuxi seems to prefer to live among ordinary people.

Fu Heisher walked towards the two of them.

"It's you."

Fuxi recognized this young man who was like a son of god.During the time when she wandered around the casino, she became defiant because she was out of the way without being discovered, until she met Fyodor, who was still a child at the time.

Fyodor saw her through easily, but chose to lose to her, saving her face.

After that, Fuxi left the casino, and they never saw each other again.

Fyodor recognized her too.

"It's really you." The girl got up from him in surprise, and patted the dust off his clothes.

Fu Heisher's eyebrows twitched.

Ah, this familiar opening line.

Neptune couldn't hold it anymore.

He was the first to say for her: "She wants to draw a picture for you. She doesn't usually draw people very much. You made her have this urge."

Fyodor: "?"

Fu Hesher: "??"

"Mr. Feodor, it's really you." Fuxi said, "It's been five years since we met last time. Your hat hasn't even been changed. The fighting nation is so simple."

Fu Heisher asked curiously: "Has your head circumference not grown in five years?"

Fyodor: "...the hat is elastic."

Fuxi introduced: "This is Fu Heisher, my...well, Wangnian friends."

Forget about your size, Fu Heisher really wants to hit someone.

"This is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky."

Fuheshier felt that his ears were broken: "Femikhashsky?"

The author says:

感谢在2021-06-1215:39:52~2021-06-1320:27:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Fuheihui for my wife; 3 bottles of Yulinling; 1 bottle of Mr. Ju's..., I am super fierce;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?