[Spell Fighting] Draw a circle to dance

After one night, the uncle named Ye Mo Zhengdao appeared with Pang Da in his arms.As Gojo Satoru said, he brought Panda back, but he couldn't revive it, and it became a cursed skeleton.

Qixia didn't know what the cursed bone was, but she guessed that it was probably similar to the righteous bone in Death God.

Stretching out her hand, she stroked Pang Da's hair.It's still so soft and warm, it doesn't look like some mysterious cursed thing at all.

"It... is it still alive?"

"Not only is it alive, but it can also grow up." Noctua is very happy. He has made many dolls, but all of them are made of wool felt. Only this one is a panda felt!

"Xia Xia..." Fat Da raised his head and looked at Tan Qixia with a pair of big black eyes.

Qi Xia looked at it, her eyes widened, "Wait a minute..."

"I'm hungry, Xia Xia, I want to eat bamboo shoots." Pang Da spoke again.

"I can't wait any longer. I'll give you the shovel. There's a bamboo forest behind the mountain. Go dig bamboo shoots." Wu Tiao took a shovel from nowhere and stuffed it directly into Tan Qixia's hand.

He grabbed her by the shoulders, pushed her outside, and even showed her the way.

Qi Xia went to the back mountain to dig a basket of bamboo shoots and came back. She was still in a state of shock until Pang Da finished eating, "Pang Da... why, can he talk?"

"Tell me the story of you and it first." Wujo came over with another plate of desserts, this time cupcakes.He sat on the bench and adjusted his posture for a long time before he sat down in a very lazy and casual posture.You know, he sits in hundreds of thousands of chairs at home.Naturally, this long wooden chair couldn't serve his noble butt well.

"I... my grandfather is a forest ranger. I found it while patrolling the mountains. Originally, my grandfather planned to go down the mountain in a few days and send it to the Panda Conservation Center, but the news was found out by a group of poachers. .My whole family was killed by them. I thought I would die too, but they didn’t know why they kept me.” Qixia This is not a current story, but the last remaining memory of the original body.

There was a strong hatred in this memory, and she was almost affected, leaving two lines of tears by the way.

Wutiao stopped chewing, he glanced behind Qixia, and before he had time to wipe his hands, he dragged her away.

The two walked all the way to the street, and seeing the Tokyo Tower not far away, Qixia knew that she was really in Tokyo.Not Chiba, not Saitama, but downtown Tokyo.

"You smell." Wutiao stopped, tilted his head, and sniffed.

"Sea..., the smell of the sea?" Qi Xia blushed, and immediately jumped aside.After staying on the boat for so long, she must be full of stench.

"No, it's a nice sweet smell." Wutiao didn't continue to approach her, but he stretched out his hand and pulled her skirt open.

Qi Xia is not as tall as him, her hands are not as long as him, and her reactions are not as fast as him.Before she had time to cover her chest, a pile of broken mooncakes fell to the ground.

Looking at the pile of mooncake residues on the ground, Tan Qixia remembered again.The day Yuanshen's family was murdered was the Mid-Autumn Festival.She carried a piece of meringue lotus seed paste mooncake in her bosom, planning to sneak in an extra meal at night.Whoever knew this area brought them to Tokyo.

"It looks delicious, can you make it?" Wutiao squatted down, looking at the pile of cake crumbs on the ground, subconsciously felt that the taste must be very good.As the young master of the Wutiao family, he has eaten all kinds of sweets, but he has never seen this kind.

"Yes." Qi Xia nodded, she didn't lie, she really would.

Her grandmother's family made pastries, and she aspired to be a pastry chef when she was a child.But her mother felt that she was too worthless, so she still let her study, go to college, and become an ordinary social animal.But after graduating from high school, she learned a lot from her grandmother, and she always wanted to open a store by herself to get rid of the miserable fate of being a worker.

Wujo smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, and he put his arms around Qixia's waist, "Hold tight."

"Ah?" Qixia's voice just came out, and she felt like she was flying.The words were blown away in the wind and drifted all the way to...

"Yokohama Chinatown?"

The wind stopped, and a gaudy archway appeared in Qixia's eyes. She blinked and saw the words on it clearly.

"Yes, if you want to eat Chinese dim sum, of course you have to come to Yokohama." Gojo let go of Qixia, and walked towards a shop by himself.He walked straight into the back kitchen without anyone stopping him.

Qixia probably understood that this store should belong to Wujo's.Based on what happened last night till now, Qi Xia knew that his identity must be awesome.Even if he's not the protagonist, he's pretty much the same.

So when the whole family is dead and there is no legal identity, she can only hug this super long thigh.

After washing her hands carefully, she rolled up her sleeves and started making lotus paste mooncakes.

"Wait a minute." Wutiao stopped her, he called the store manager over, and found a set of clothes for Qixia.Then I took her to the nearest bathhouse and took a bath before letting her make mooncakes.

He had really endured the seafood smell on her body for a long time.It didn't matter to him just by smelling it, but he couldn't if it smelled like that in the dessert he was asked to eat.

Qixia took a shower at the speed of light, and changed into that bright red cheongsam.The store manager also thoughtfully combed her hair with two balls, completely turning her into the most standard Chinese girl in the eyes of Japanese.

She has no complaints, and to make Wujo happy, she also makes a pearl milk tea by the way.Of course the dim sum should be served with tea, otherwise it would be too dry.And Wutiao is so addicted to sweets, he shouldn't be killed.

Putting the mooncakes and milk tea in front of Wutiao, Qixia stood aside, showing no intention of leaving.

Wujo doesn't matter, he is handsome and rich, and there are many girls who like him.It was just a look, and he could completely pretend it didn't exist.

Picking up the mooncake and taking a bite, he savored it slowly.The meringue is very crispy, and it is still warm after being baked, which is very fragrant.The lotus seed paste is sweet and soft, and tastes better than Western cakes.

After eating half a piece, my mouth felt a little dry.He took another sip of milk tea, the taste of milk and tea mixed with lotus seed paste in his mouth.All kinds of sweetness and texture come together to create a special sense of well-being.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Qixia who was standing aside.

She should be a little younger than myself, about 14 years old.But she is taller than the average Japanese girl, and in a few years, she should become very beautiful.This bright red cheongsam should fit better.

"Well, not bad." Master Wutiao nodded in satisfaction, not sure if he was commenting on desserts or people.