The Crucifixion Cross

Mishima's mansion is very big, outrageously big, even if he just walked around like this all day long, it would probably take dozens of days to barely walk through every corner of this mansion.

The reason why it is so exaggerated is naturally not because Mishima wants to show his financial power to the outside world in this way.

In fact, Mishima doesn’t need to emphasize to others how big his fist is, because he knows what he should know, so he will never offend him. If he shouldn’t know, he won’t have contact with Mishima at all, and it’s okay to show off his strength. significance.

Except for some "disciplinary committee members" who read too many light novels on the Internet and only want to take the "fattest pig" to the knife, there are very few people in this country who deliberately provoke Mishima.

The mansion was built so large purely because Mishima needed it——

"boom!"

"coax!"

"Snapped!"

"Boom!"

Countless noisy sounds came from a distance, and the huge roar could easily remind people of the "hundred billion turrets, hundreds of billions of stars" in war movies, but the little boy resting on the railing was not surprised, He just raised his eyes lazily and glanced listlessly.

After discovering that the place where the sound came from was the faintly visible corner of the forest eaves, he quickly looked away, leaned back on the railing, and continued to stare at the blue sky and white clouds above his head in a daze.

What's the surprise?

But it's just that the disciples of the 'inner sect' are doing daily practice again, the boy has long been used to it...

It's a pity that he is not used to practicing with these "little monsters" who can dismantle tanks with bare hands, but he is used to listening to the sound they make from afar...

Envy?

Of course envious.

Jealous?

Jealousy of course.

But what about envy?What about jealousy?

Envious, jealous, can I practice with those guys?

The answer, of course, is no.

Without the slightest talent for practicing martial arts, he can only stay in the "outer door" to practice the most basic boxing kung fu of [White Tiger Listening to the Wind] for the rest of his life - he knew this judgment as early as when he first entered this mansion up.

It stands to reason that, as a reborn person, he waved his sleeves angrily, turned around and left, and came back after he became famous and slapped those guys who said he had no talent in the face.

But, he can't do it...

Even if he is doomed to only watch from a distance, he will feel an incredible sense of satisfaction in his heart—the world in his dream really exists...

I couldn't give up, so I chose to stay here without living up to expectations.

However, the reality is so cruel, no talent is no talent, the little boy is not even allowed to stay near the martial arts arena, because his body is too weak, and he will be injured by "Qi" if he is not careful...

For the safety of his own life, and in order not to become a despicable person who is "jealous of the virtuous", the little boy finally chose such a way of life that is both close and far away.

Fortunately, although he was unable to practice 'Qi', his life in Mishima was quite fulfilling.

Kazumi Mishima, the master who led him in, put a bunch of super-sounding companies under his name, without even considering whether a six-year-old child is capable of taking on such a heavy responsibility.

In her eyes, these companies with staggering market capitalization are probably no different from toys for children to play with, but the little teenager doesn't think so.

People always want to take on something and achieve something.

No matter why the master made the six-year-old him the behind-the-scenes boss of many listed companies, but since he has received the task, he must do it to perfection.

Countless sleepless nights, the little boy bit the end of the pencil shaft, thinking hard about which companies in his previous life were particularly worth investing in.

He doesn't understand the methods of business dealings and mergers and acquisitions, and he doesn't know the processes that an electronic product development project must go through, but it doesn't matter, some of his staff understand.

All he had to do was to tell his subordinates which companies were worth investing in and which projects were worthy of Mishima's efforts.

It's just such a simple thing, but the voice of praise still pours in like a tide.

At first, the little boy would be very proud of it, thinking to himself, who said that the reborn people are all Wen Chaogong?We will not do such low-level things as plagiarism, we will only buy, buy, buy!Buy buy buy you understand?This is a fair trade between you and me!

It's a pity that the little boy is not a real immature child after all, and this kind of vain sense of satisfaction can't fill the blue hole in his heart.

The contradiction between longing and inferiority made him choose an ambiguous distance.

This kind of cautiousness that never crosses the threshold is the fundamental reason why he has been wandering around until now.

Lie on the railing for a while, until the crimson sunset glow had completely occupied every corner of the field of vision, the little boy moved his stiff body, and carefully climbed up from the railing.

The loose robe rubbed against the samurai uniform, making a slight 'squeaky' sound, which was covered by the strange sound of 'haaah~' made by the little boy stretching his waist.

Because of this, he didn't notice at all that not far from him, there was a pair of rose-purple eyes staring at him without blinking.

How close is this distance?

It was so close that the little boy opened his eyes, and was so scared that he almost fell off the railing~

"Wow!!"

After another strange cry, the little boy leaned back violently, and he was about to fall off the railing. However, the reason for "almost" is "almost" precisely because the little boy was surrounded by people. There is a little girl~

In the blink of an eye, a white and slender arm quickly stretched out, and before the little boy fell off, he firmly grasped the collar of the large samurai uniform.

With a sound of "Hey ~", the little girl who grabbed the collar exerted a little force, and the little boy's body rushed towards her with lightning speed.

For a moment, the little boy thought that he had met the heroine he was destined for, and the next development of the story must be a kiss to make love and then a wave of false love after many years of meeting each other, but this is not the same as him. Like a good-for-nothing who walked the usual path, although the little boy's wish of "falling in love at first kiss" came true, it was not the little girl but the cold wooden floor that finally made love with him in this life.

After a muffled sound of "Bang!", the little girl blinked her big beautiful eyes, and knelt silently beside the fallen little boy. The little hand that concealed the infinite strange power suddenly shook her head. He kept poking the little boy's side face, as if to test whether he really fell and passed out.

Rolling his eyes angrily, the little boy struggled to turn over, while rubbing his sore nose, he said with difficulty: "Why didn't you catch me..."

Hearing his words, the little girl squatting beside gave a slight 'scare...', and the little hand poking the side of her face retracted like an electric shock, and neatly placed beside her knee.

After confirming that her posture was as perfect as the little mother demonstrated, the little girl quietly leaned over her head and said softly:

"Because Father said that girls are not allowed to have intimate contact with boys... If I catch you, then there will be intimate contact between us! In this case, Father will be angry."

"You are such a good boy..." The little boy sighed and shook his head helplessly, "It would be better if you could be more flexible...By the way, I am curious how your father defines The word 'intimate contact'? It's just two half-grown brats, and they're still in 'intimate contact'... Could it be possible that this person is a daughter-in-law?"

The little boy's last muttering was very soft, but the little girl could hear it clearly.

"You are not allowed to speak ill of my father!" Although I don't quite understand why the word "daughter" is followed by an unclear meaning of "control", but the little girl's intuition as a woman told her that the little boy must be saying Because of her father's bad words, she pouted her pink mouth unhappily, and said seriously: "My lord father said that the principle of defense between men and women must be resolutely implemented since childhood!"

"Then you are determined to carry it out!" As he said, the little boy covered his face, turned his head exaggeratedly, and gesticulated wildly with his other hand on his chest, "Look, look! Look, you have torn all my clothes like this, is this still called 'resolutely implement the defense of men and women'?!"

"Eh...?" The little girl was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look away.

In the next moment, the white chest imprinted in the eyes made the exquisitely carved jade-like delicate face flushed with shyness, even the crystal clear earlobes were no exception, the bright red was really beautiful.

Just like the little boy in Cos just now, the little girl tightly covered her eyes with one hand, while the other tremblingly reached out to the little boy's skirt, as if she wanted to close the open shirt. Close, but both the little boy and the little girl know that this is actually impossible, because the big samurai uniform has been torn by the little girl...

Now I can barely hang on the little boy's body, purely because the gods of this world are still believers of Newtonism for the time being...

Reluctantly moving his hands away from his face, the little boy stared blankly at the familiar ceiling, and ten thousand mud horses galloped past in his heart.

It's okay to kiss and fall in love with a wooden floor, and it's not unbearable to fall head-on. After all, his body is still strong, and it's okay to fall once or twice, but what if the clothes are torn?

He is now in the back half of the entire mansion, and a few steps away is the back mountain, and from here to his own bedroom and martial arts field, he has to pass through the mansion compound.

Normally, the little boy wouldn't mind crossing the compound with his upper body naked, but today the master specially explained that there are guests visiting, so he must pay attention to etiquette!

Now it's all right, etiquette... Is there any etiquette in this world to greet guests with cloth strips?

Maybe some barbarian tribes have it, but Mishima definitely doesn't.

Now, the little boy can be regarded as embarrassing!

It's over, it's over, and I'm going to be trained by the master again...

With a sigh, the little boy felt that he was really unlucky today, and he was so lucky that something went wrong just in time for a guest... Wait, guest?

The little boy was taken aback suddenly, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He didn't know everything about the people in the Mishima house, but he still had some impressions, but unlike the little girl who saved him and hurt him just now, the little boy can guarantee [-]% that he has never Never met her face to face.

In other words...

"Are you the guest who visited Mishima today?" The little boy asked in surprise.

"..." After a moment of silence, the little girl who was still blushing slowly nodded, and the delicate voice of mosquitoes and flies came from between her fingers: "Mmm..."

"So that's how it is..." The little boy patted his forehead, and suddenly felt that his luck wasn't that bad—since his lack of manners was caused by the guests, of course he wouldn't be reprimanded, right? wrong?

Thinking of this, the little boy's mood suddenly improved again.

With a sound of "Hey!", the little boy jumped up from the floor like a carp.

After arranging the cloth strips a little, the little boy coughed a few times, stretched out his hand towards the little girl who was still kneeling on the ground, and showed a lovely warm smile:

"It's the first time we meet, I'm the young master of the Mishima family, Bai Yu Su Fei, please give me your advice in the future~"

After three and one-half seconds of hesitation, the little girl gently moved her palm away, revealing her lovely face that was still red.

Seeing the hand that Su Fei offered, the little girl pouted subconsciously, then slowly put her little hand on it, and whispered:

"I'm sorry for ruining your clothes... That, please don't worry! I will definitely take responsibility! Just give me a little, a little time, and I can return you a set of exactly the same clothes! If you If you don’t like the new clothes, I can also help you sew this suit! Also...and...that...my name is...wrong——! It’s the little girl’s name is Raiden Mei, from now on please Give me a lot of advice!"

Hearing the little girl——the stuttering words of 'Lei Dian Mei', Su Fei almost laughed out loud.

However, some kind of inexplicable nostalgia and familiarity quickly faded away the smile in his heart, leaving only an inescapable emptiness in his heart...

It's as if the once cherished things and the related memories are ruthlessly taken away, and even the chance to be sad is not allowed...

This inexplicable emotion made Su Fei frown.

Seeing the expression on Su Fei's face secretly, Yai shrank quietly, and said cautiously:

"That...Mr. Baiyu...are you really angry?"

The wandering thoughts were recalled by Mei's voice, Su Fei shook her head and said:

"I'm not so narrow-minded... Besides, it's getting late now, huh? It's better to go back earlier than worrying here... Otherwise, the father of your 'daughter control' My lord, I will be angry!"

Su Fei's words were purely a joke to warm up the scene, but just as he finished speaking, there was a soft hum that sounded like a smile but not a smile:

"Don't worry, kid from the Mishima family, Mei's 'daughter control' father is not so narrow-minded that he won't be torn to pieces just because some nasty bastard hooks up with his precious daughter—at most How about a piece of meat?"

Hua Ling’s words: Hmm... since there are unexpectedly many chapters, let’s open a separate volume~

Chapter 2. Qualifications of 'Father'

As soon as the voice that sounded like a smile was not a smile, Su Fei's scalp felt numb, and 1000 million muddy horses galloped past in his heart, and the thick smoke almost covered the blue sky, making him so gloomy that he couldn't even breathe. His strength is almost gone—are all members of Lei Dian's family masters of stealth! ?It's fine for the young ones to walk lightly, but how come the old ones walk without making a sound?

Is it fun to hide and spy on people?

Isn't it interesting to disregard ethics and morality just because you are an elder?

You nasty 'daughter-in-law'!

Su Fei roared furiously in her heart, but she chose to ignore the fact that she was secretly speaking ill of others—or her elders.

Of course, to be honest, the word "daughter control" is not necessarily a derogatory term. After all, scum like Qiuyue Xiaoshan is just an example. Remove all the hints of "sexuality" and simply use "XX control" It is also possible to understand it as "cherishing and caring for XX". For example, Su Fei is a sister-in-law and Su Fang is a younger brother-in-law, both of which are severe.

However, no matter how Su Fei thinks this word is qualitative, in the eyes of outsiders, it is always his fault.

And in the eyes of his elders—for example, a certain hundred-year-old 'old lady' whose complexion has turned black into the bottom of the pot, Su Fei's error index has to be multiplied by ten.

Su Fei could almost predict how she would be punished by her master next time, but the person who was bad-mouthed didn't seem to be angry?

After that soft snort that was half a smile, Mei's father, Raiden Ryoma touched his clean and beardless chin, turned his head with a smile, and said to Mishima Kazumi who had a very different face:

"Don't be too angry, it's just a child's play, it's no big deal."

Kazumi Mishima didn't speak, but just stared at Su Fei with eyes that hate iron and steel—wait, hate iron and steel? !

He never expected that the master's eyes would be so weird... Could it be that he hated himself for not speaking well enough?

Su Fei was at a loss.

Of course he would not know that the reason why Kazumi Mishima showed such eyes was not because he called Raiden Ryoma a daughter-in-law at all, but because he didn't take away Mei's first kiss logically like the real protagonist !

This is really... what a pity!

Kazumi Mishima looked at the obedient little girl kneeling beside Su Fei with great regret.

Mishima Kazumi couldn't be more fond of a well-connected and well-educated girl like Mei.

In addition, the little girl's impression of Su Fei is not bad, and the appearance of the two is definitely on the same level - maybe Su Fei is a little worse, but as the so-called "talent and beauty", men should always rely on Talent, not looks, isn't it?

What's even more commendable is that, with the above-mentioned advantages, this little girl whom Kazumi Mishima likes so much is still the little princess of the Raiden family.

Before Mishima was used as a shield and half-abandoned and pushed to the North American branch of Destiny (there was no anti-entropy at the end of World War II), the surname 'Lightning' did not exist in the family tree of the Far East at all. At that time, their surname was still 'Beichen', and they were one of the branches of Mishima.