Working as a babysitter in high school

"Are you hiding something?" 'I' is very keen, and I can see something from the other person's expression at a glance.

Patriarch He Mao seemed a little irritable, and the folding fan in his hand kept beating on his palm? It took a long time before he let out a long sigh.

"There's something I should probably tell my lord."

As he said that, Patriarch He Mao tried his best to use the least cruel words to describe how they would seal Su Nuo if they could encircle and suppress Su Nuo again.

"That is to say, even if Su Nuo is killed, my child still can't keep the whole body?"

A sigh sounded, like catkins, erratic and elusive, fleeting.

Hu Zhang didn't know what 'him' was thinking at the moment, or didn't think about anything, he was just so dazed, in a daze.

"I will pray for your son's death." After thinking about it, Patriarch He Mao still didn't say that it is very difficult for a child who died young to die.

Neither the child nor the father could take it anymore.

"I want to kill Su Nuo." Turning his gaze to the other party, Hu Zhang saw the helpless expression on the face of that glorious onmyoji.

The other party wanted to persuade 'myself'. The onmyoji had carefully analyzed many things with him. According to his current status and power, it might be possible to take a step closer.

What's more, he has won over the Samurai Group, and he already has the bargaining chip to rule the world.

As an ambitious and capable person, shouldn't he make the most suitable choice?

"I know you hope that I don't care about it. My youngest son's talent is not bad. If I don't participate in these things, I can continue to work hard and develop miracles. But I can't forgive myself." Bandages were wrapped around his hands. The snow-white bandage reminded him of the bloodstains of that night.

This is his sin.

Because of him, Su Nuo was resurrected.

"I'm going to kill him with my own hands!"

He was a benevolent monarch, and as such, he lost his chance before ascending to a higher position.

Facing those resolute eyes, Patriarch He Mao closed his eyes and meditated for a while.

"I see, I will help you with all my strength. Similarly, I hope you can make all the preparations."

"I will. Revenge is important, but I will not let the foundation I have worked so hard to build be destroyed."

Knotweed saw that most of the 'himself' were staying in the study, and his subordinates, familiar or unfamiliar, were summoned one by one.

In the end, he chose a person with both talent and military strength to take the throne. It's not that 'I' don't want to leave the position to the second son, but the child's temperament is too naive.

He can't wait that long, and he can't teach the child hand in hand.

"I left something for him, and if he wants to in the future, he can also fight for it."

It is perfectly normal to seek power and usurp the throne.What's more, the person he chose has a weakness and he caught him. He doesn't ask this person to continue to develop, it is enough to keep a clear mind and keep his achievements.

He feels guilty about his wife and children.

For the sake of one responsibility to give up the other, he is sorry for the two of them.

"Do what you want to do, the choice of an adult is always right, you are my hero, no matter when." The woman's soft words sounded in her ears, and her gentle smile comforted her. 'Uneasy heart?.

Everyone was disappointed with his choice, thinking that he was too affectionate and gave up his original bright future.

There will always be children, not to mention that the performance of the second son is not too bad, why don't you want to continue to sit in this position?

Some of those subordinates said these words, some didn't, but there was disappointment in their eyes.

Only his gentle wife gave him support.

you're not wrong.

That strong woman put on her war robe and forcibly broke a bloody path in such a troubled world.Even these years of tenderness have not worn away her edges and corners. When her husband decided to avenge his eldest son, she chose to stand up and protect the country they created.

The incumbent can't bypass himself, as long as the time is right, the first female daimyo should also appear on the stage.

For this country, he is a famous master with authority, but he plays more of a role as a link.

He is able to listen to other people's opinions and discover the key points of things so that the problems can be solved in the fastest and most efficient way.

Similarly, he will not allow himself to be the most critical link.

Even when his fame reached the highest level, he would choose to step down.

His original ambition turned into burning anger. His road to reform is long and long, but by killing Su Nuo, he can save more people.

It is true that as discussed with Patriarch He Mao before, if Su Nuo is allowed to continue, he will do even more exaggerated things.

Just as others gave him the title of Two-faced Su Nuo, everything he does has two sides.

Even if the other party doesn't have any intention of doing good things, if used properly, it can set off an unprecedented storm in this era.

——But now he can't do it.

It is impossible to ignore these things, and it is impossible to indifferently watch those innocent people die.

"If you want to achieve a decisive victory, you can only start with the blood."

"It's impossible for Su Nuo to show mercy to you after you tried to kill him, you only have one chance."

"Use your blood as ink, your body as paper, and engrave the runes that bind your soul on your body."

"Once successful, you will be able to seal him."

"In the same way, your descendants will also be entangled with the two-faced Su Nuo. Your blood has a natural suppression of Su Nuo. Once this is discovered, do you know what the consequences will be? Are you sure you want to bring these hatreds with you? To give to future generations?"

After hearing Patriarch He Mao's question, 'I' was silent for a long time, and confessed everything with my wife and children before leaving.

He can make decisions about his own life, but he cannot make such choices for his children.

The second son is only six years old, soft and cute. Not long ago, he was a little guy who could only act like a baby.

But the changes during this period made him grow up quickly. The little guy stretched out his little hand with baby fat and patted his arm solemnly, "Father is also an idiot, as long as we hide it well, we can still hide it." ?Who will know?"

Hearing the child's immature words, the tears couldn't stop falling, and the knotweed also felt the soreness in his heart.

He could clearly feel the father's pain, the tightness in his chest.

'I' really regard Su Nuo as a friend and as a companion.But also because of this, when the other party ruthlessly broke the illusion that he had been staying out of it all along, the impact on him was not ordinary.

The sharp knife slid on the body, biting the sleeper in his mouth.

The bone-piercing pain made one almost faint, but no? Once he passed out, his consciousness would be interrupted.

The smell of blood mixed with sandalwood can be smelled in the nostrils, and the awkward runes can be heard in the ears.

Patriarch He Mao held the sword himself, and drew such runes on his body.

Consciousness became drowsy, and when he raised his head, the only thing he could see was his own eyes reflected in the silver-white blade.

[Kill him, die with him. 】

At the end of his sight, he saw 'himself' dying with Su Nuo holding the knife handle.

He unleashed the demon, rightfully? Responsible for the sin of the demon.

The complex emotions are all mixed together, like an inseparable ball of wool.

The rain fell from the sky, and the Ukiyo-e umbrella surface was constantly rotating. The raindrops strung together into bead curtains, and the bloodstains also condensed into balls, rolling on the ground.

The soft shimmer of dusk fell through the gaps, and the warm luster made the blood-colored world softer.

The gorgeous and gloomy light seems to be mourning for this.

Death, Blade.

In the end, they all turned into the man in black with an oil-paper umbrella.

"Successful." The man at the head was holding a paper umbrella with snake patterns printed on it, and he looked at the two lifeless ones indifferently.

"Chop off Su Nuo's fingers, gouge out his heart, and burn the rest together with fire."

"But... isn't that person introduced by Lord He Mao? After all, he is the previous master."

"So what? Although he killed Su Nuo, if we hadn't pursued him, how could an ordinary person do it."

The wooden clogs stepped on the ground, making a clacking sound, water droplets splashed, and finally everything returned to nothingness.

The light in the sky gradually faded away, leaving nothing behind.

[I'm sorry to leave such a fate behind. 】

At the moment when the dream disappeared, he saw the man he had seen before again.

The 'self' in the dream.

He was as gentle and refined as he understood.There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and tired pain and relief in his eyes.

"Who the hell are you? Are you my ancestor or... myself?" When seeing the person, Knotweed asked his own question, and he had been guessing the possibility from the moment he saw the person.But until now, he has not got an answer.

The man raised his hand and stroked the top of his hair.

"Sorry. However, this fate will end soon."

"Su Nuo's heart was replaced by me, and he is in your body again. This time, you should be able to kill him completely."

"Without the strength of the heyday and the natural suppression, there is no possibility for him to survive."

[I can also fall into hell with him. 】

The dream is like fragments, becoming erratic and broken again.

Is there someone calling him, familiar and nostalgic.

"Yu Ren—Yu Ren! What the hell did you do to him?!"

Ah...is it Mr. Gojo?

Here they come.

I'm sorry, teacher, the rare birthday has become like this, I hope it won't leave you with unpleasant memories.

...If you can, everyone forget about it.