Working as a babysitter in high school

—The Lord of Curses is dead.

Such rumors swept all the places like a storm in an instant. When I heard about this, Knotweed was discussing with Patriarch He Mao. The son has a friendship.

Even 'I' want the child to learn some yin and yang methods. It doesn't need to be proficient, but at least he must learn some means of self-protection when no one is around.

As for "I" asking the other party to help my child's enlightenment, the contemporary Patriarch He Mao did not refuse.

As far as he is concerned, the rapidly developing famous lord in front of him is a very suitable person for communication. Compared with the faint "emperor", the person in front of him has more "possibilities".

"Where, this is just? My duty? That's all. Besides, that boy Zhongxing and your son have a very good friendship."

The hypocrisy and hypocrisy that are often seen among the nobles rarely appear in the person in front of him. He is an upright person who can be easily seen through.

It is also because of this that the honesty and innocence will be able to attract more supporters.

Such a high-ranking person is the best choice for those who are determined to display their ambitions.

When the people came to report this incident, Patriarch He Mao also noticed the momentary disappointment on the face of the person opposite.

"grown ups?"

"It's ok, just a little bit surprised he died."

"The two-faced Su Nuo already has the potential to become a fierce god. It's a pity to be hunted down to death." The famous onmyoji in Kyoto waved the folding fan in his hand, saying so.

Hearing this, Polygonum cuspidatum was also surprised and looked over.

Fierce?What does that refer to?

"It's a pity?" 'I' also couldn't understand what the other party said.

"Yeah, it's rare for someone with extraordinary talent, but it's a pity they didn't make it to the last match." Patriarch He Mao's words also escaped the public opinion, and he unfolded his folding fan to cover himself At the corner of the mouth, those eyes seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts, "Isn't it the same, my lord? Do you think so?"

"I'm just? A little sighing at the world? It's just impermanence."

"Yes, this is the way it is in the human world. The one who can defeat the two-faced Su Nuo should be the rookie among the conjurers, Tian Yuan." As he said, Patriarch He Mao seemed to be in harmony with him. Friends discuss? Meals are just as casual? Talk to him about the reasons for killing the two-faced Nuo.

In the final analysis, compared to monsters, curses are too weak. Apart from being hard to guard against and difficult to control the number, there is not much to worry about.

But Su Nuo on both sides is different. He was born out of the grievances of the people, and his existence, in a way, is also announcing the incompetence of the ruler to others.Not to mention, he not only possesses strength, but also reason.

A guy with a brain is much more terrifying than an ignorant? Curse.

If he is allowed to grow up, once the curse gathers together, will it become the next "power" group that is as difficult to deal with as monsters?

This is something that no one knows about.

"Of course, he's not completely innocent. After all, his hands are covered with blood." Patriarch He Mao's words were not polite at all. The folding fan in his hand closed and hit the fan in front of him. On the ground, "But what is that blood? Weak human beings who are hopeless to live? Nobles who oppress the people with evil intentions? Or... those who want to take his life? Curse masters?"

"I can also understand a thing or two about the two-faced Su Nuo's idea. What he wants is to break this order."

Hearing Patriarch He Mao's words, Polygonum cuspidatum quickly concentrated his energy, he was eager to know something.

Soon?, he "himself" chuckled and answered. "Yes? That's right, break this order."

"He has looked down on all this since he was a human being. Why can't commoners? Rebel against nobles? Why can't samurai? Kill employers? Why... curses and monsters will be shouted and killed."

"He's not? Fighting for the interests of those people, but? He wants to see that this situation is broken. After all the existences that have no value in living are dead, what kind of ugly appearance will those strong people show in order to survive? Of? Nasty guy."

"Haha, you're right, he's a bad guy." Clapping his hands, Patriarch He Mao smiled for a long time before wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "That's why I said it's a pity. I really want to see him make trouble. According to his outrageous way, maybe he can break through and stand up."

The other party will not be the founder of this era, but with his strength, mind, and arrogant personality, maybe he can really break the deadlock and destroy it neatly. Now? Decay.

A sigh sounded, and 'I' didn't say any more similar words. Compared with mourning the death of the other party, the more important thing was the living one.

As the only? Friend, burn something for him someday.

Please, Patriarch He Mao set up some protective barriers for the family, and the 'knotweed' just sent him away, and made an appointment to let his children go to "Ping'an Jing" to study in the future, and only then did he start to deal with other things.

Two-faced Su Nuo is a being who is being shouted and killed. Of course, the "self" of the knotweed will not make any sacrifices in front of other people.

He searched and searched, and finally found a wooden box given to him by Su Nuo from the cabinet as a plaque.

He took his eldest son and burned some paper money for Su Nuo.

"Be cautious in everything. Even if you? reach a high position or? hold powerful? power in the future, don't lose your mind. Su Nuo is? a good? example."

People who are powerful enough to disdain everything do exist, but how long can this so-called strongest last?

God will not allow this kind of inequality to exist in the world, such bugs will naturally have natural enemies.

In a nutshell? Don't be a fool, just be down-to-earth? Just develop yourself.

The little boy seemed to understand but half understood. He nodded and tried hard to keep every word of his father's words in his heart.

The flames in the brazier in front of him were like giant beasts devouring everything. The flames swirled around and swallowed all the paper money.Pieces of paper money were burned to ashes by the flames, and the smell of smoke could be vaguely smelled in the nostrils, accompanied by the smell of sandalwood.

The father had already gone away and continued to deal with official documents, and the little guy looked at the extinguished flame again.Only then did he stand up, and carefully patted the ashes on his clothes.

When he got up and was about to leave, the little guy suddenly heard a sound coming from the altar, as if something had been knocked over.

……

Opening his eyes suddenly, the knotweed suddenly met Nagasaki who was close at hand.The girl's cheeks were swollen into buns, and she pinched his nose with her hand, her anger was undisguised.

"you?--"

Before the girl opened her mouth, Knotweed opened her eyes wide and let out a long sigh of relief, "I was scared to death, I just dreamed that Teacher Wutiao was playing disco in women's clothes during the English exam!"

"...Pfft" Originally, I wanted to ask Knotweed why he overslept and his dark circles, but after hearing this, for some reason, I suddenly understood the performance of Knotweed's nightmare.

"Okay, today is? That guy's? Birthday, we still have to prepare something!"

Nagasaki and Fuhei both stood in Knotweed's room with a big bag in their hands, "Get up quickly! I'm very busy today!"

In response, Knotweed finished washing at the fastest speed, and ran to the classroom with the two of them, and glued all the balloons and the like prepared yesterday.Coupled with the colorful? Cannons and the like, the whole classroom was decorated? Just like Christmas.

"Yeah! Come? Let's celebrate the birthday of the handsome Gojo Satoru!" After several children had just cleaned up and put the table together, Gojo also jumped in three steps from the door with a cake. .

"Happy birthday—" With Shunping who was forcibly pulled over, the four children stuck together and fired the cannon at the same time.

Confetti of various colors fell from the sky, but unfortunately none of them landed on Gojo Satoru's head, at most it was only a centimeter away from him.

"Hey." Grinning, Wujo held up the big cake and fork in his hand and said, "Today's cake is... I specially customized it! It's super invincible and delicious!"

Knotabazu & Nazaki: "Oh oh oh!"

The two children, as always, cheered, and looked at Wutiao eagerly, waiting for him to blow out the candles and share the cake.

Wutiao: "Hey, to celebrate my birthday, I will eat this cake well!"

Saying that, Wutiao scooped a large piece of it with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

Junpei & Fuheihui: I knew it.

Annoyed? Take out a hammer to give Gojo a good-looking? Nagasaki chased Gojo for more than a dozen laps, when the door of the classroom was suddenly pulled open.

Sophomores and seniors all looked helplessly at the scene inside. Even if they didn't know what happened before, they could make up a general idea just by watching Nagizaki chase and kill Gojo.

That guy who doesn't have the slightest bit of teacher morality must have teased the two naive kids again.

Scratching his cheeks with his fingers, Yi Gu Youtai raised the things he had prepared in his hand, "Did we come here? It's not suitable?"

Zenyuan Maki didn't go to see Gojo Satoru at all, and grabbed Nazaki, "Don't bother with this naive?

"Sister!" Hugging Chanyuan Maki, the little girl gave Gojo a hard look, "It's too much!"

Maki: "Well, you? Let's pretend that he's a young? Childish child."

Gou Juan put down the snack bag in his hand, and also greeted several people.

Rather than celebrating Wujo Satoru's birthday, it's more like they're getting together.Chinese New Year is almost here, and everyone has been so busy recently, it’s rare to take advantage of this day to have fun together, who cares about Gojo Satoru?

"Happy~" Yuan Qiliang, who came in through the window, also raised the cake box in his hand, greeted a few children, found Wutiao, and put the cake in his arms, "made by Su Nuo "Cake, five pieces, you? Be sure to finish eating."

Wutiao: I'm sure, I don't want to eat it!

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