I'll retire when I'm done

Facts have proved that there is a difference between an ordinary boy and a confident boy.

The former is just like the scum brother Shi Erjun who confidently cheats on his sister for three meals a day, and has no effect other than forcing his pockets to shrink by half all the year round; Buy it out, but it only needs this young master to stand there, even if he is as arrogant as a big house, he has to bow his head obediently, so that Baihong's daily treatment is even more refined than that of the direct line lady.

but……

Bai Hong, who was suddenly packed and thrown to Wutiao's house three days ago, looked up at the smiling face of the young master, completely bewildered.

...What's going on in this situation.

Should it be said that it is a brainless thing that a brainless woman would do?How did she and Gojo Satoru come to such a damn conclusion that "it's just a kid playing around and everyone gets close and everything will be fine"? ? ?

On the day when Bai Hong was sent here, the person in charge of the Wutiao family looked at his expression with disgust and quickly wrote directly, "Don't use this kind of foreign wild species to pollute the blood of the Wutiao family".

Are you going to engage in child taming? ?

It is to engage in child taming and dyeing!

Liangzi is tied, can you expect any tender relationship between the two of them?She didn't light up the magical skill of indiscriminate strategy between the enemy and us!

——Do you think she is blind or Wujo Wu is blind! ?

The crew of the Whitebeard Pirates will never be inferior! ! ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Baihong three days later: what the young master said.jpg

She lowered her head and glanced at the gorgeous dinner plate that almost occupied her entire field of vision, as well as the young master of the Wutiao family sitting beside him confidently waiting to be fed.

"Eat that."

The pretty young master raised his hand and pointed to the plate in front of Baihong, and gave the order confidently.

... It's okay, young master, young master, you are a little food and clothing, and you have the final say on what your parents want to eat.

The silver chopsticks parted the fish skin and picked up a bit of snow-white fish meat, holding it obediently and handing it to the boy's mouth.

Baihong fed Wutiaowu's three meals a day for three days. Thanks to the extra standard of Wutiao's family's full banquet, she has basically figured out the details of the young master's meal process: such as whether to eat fish or not. The skin only eats the tenderest crescent meat behind the gills, and vegetables do not eat bitter ones. Always only eat the tenderest vegetable leaves with light seasoning. When feeding soup, the spoon must not drip the soup and it must be perfect. The special small spoon for dessert must be cut perfectly without destroying the original beauty...

Although she always felt that there were some strange conditions that were specially aimed at her, the young master had the final say on what she could say.

The Wutiao family will not prepare meals for her alone, and she is still the guinea pig who tested the poison before the meal.

But seeing that every meal is full after just one bite and the taste is quite good, Bai Hong doesn't think there is any problem - traditional superstition in my hometown, take the first bite when you eat, your wife Come with me.

After staying on the ship of the Whitebeard Pirates for so long, seeing Papa's god-level strategy progress and all kinds of weird kids, Wujo Satoru's level is really not too scary for Baihong—think about it For those assassinations that can be seen everywhere and the youthful and frivolous provocations of the younger generations, if Marco hadn't stayed by the side a few times, maybe even she would have been caught.

But no matter how picky he was, there was only so much a five-year-old could eat, and Wujo Satoru would be full after half an hour of dawdling.As soon as the boy pushed the table, he naturally leaned over his head and waited to be served. Baihong held the warm towel he had prepared early and wiped his mouth expressionlessly. He was even more attentive than the personal maid who served him before.

She didn't want to either.

But if the young master asked her to do this, she had to go on the road.

"You said it yourself, I can be forgiven for anything I do."

The young master of the Wutiao family raised his head arrogantly, with an arrogant face, six eyes shining like ice beads, clearly waiting for her to get angry.

Bai Hong nodded calmly.

Just like raising a cat.

For the kind of work that jumps up and down, bites wires and tears, you must drink water from your own cup to wash your claws. When you are seen, you will deliberately push the water cup to the ground. Not to mention the draft of the [-]D, one-key shutdown by the way, and finally a cat with an innocent face meowing like a baby.

...then here comes the problem.

Why is this cat needed.

Bai Hong, who suddenly became murderous, raised his head and glanced at the youth's overly delicate and flawless beauty, and regained his composure.

Ah, because cats are beautiful.jpg

And it's not your own money (emphasis point), so you can really be super calm.

Just like going to a cat cafe to prostitute a cat, anyway, as long as you leave a meal, you can get a beautiful cat that has spent tens of thousands of dollars to raise a beautiful cat with gorgeous fur, so it is acceptable to be a bit of a cat. .

Knowing very well that he is now a Wutiao family, Bai Hong took over the setting that he is a temporary shit shovel officer very calmly.

The servants of Gojo's family walked into the room silently, and lightly packed up all the dinner plates, and everyone ignored Bai Hong who was sitting next to Gojo Wu.If the original rules were followed, the next batch of serving maids should be replaced at this time, and the meal companions would go down to make preparations and rest and eat with the others.

Ah, at this time, we should praise the habit of testing poison so that she can eat - because in the past three days, no one has asked her to eat a meal that is absolutely safe, and no one has reminded Gojo Satoru that Bai Hong needs to leave and rest for a while. meeting.

The silent and gloomy oppressive malice of the ancient feudal family is undoubtedly revealed in this kind of place.

Bai Hong put down the soft towel in his hand to wipe the young master's hands, and calmly watched the maids silently remove all the things in front of her.

"Bai Hong, let's go."

The girl got up and followed Gojo Satoru who walked out swaggeringly. She was five years older than him, and she jumped out a bit taller. She easily met the secret and suppressed jealousy and malice hidden in those eyes that he couldn't touch.

As a dazzling star surrounded by everyone, Gojo Satoru never paid attention to when the maids around him changed or when they changed their appearance.

He is the much-anticipated child of the conjurer family. He has no interesting playmates of the same age, nor the lively childhood of ordinary people. What he has is endless loneliness.

Bai Hong was the first interesting "toy" that was novel and quite handy. He even had to look up to see those beautiful deep sapphire eyes. Bai Hong stayed at Wu Tiao's house for three days, and Wu Tiao Satoru never looked at her like It was the others who were successfully tamed like that, leaving him with a head attached to the ground in panic.She still stood up straight, and occasionally could feel the slight anger when she tried to poke the chopsticks directly into her mouth when she was feeding.

How interesting and fresh.

It was like finally catching the wild cat jumping up and down on top of her head. She felt unwilling to see her, and when she was pressed and stroked, she was so angry that she meowed and screamed, but she couldn't escape. She looked pitiful and cute, and the strength of the attack It's more like tossing than touching, but seeing her dodging pitifully, I can only feel bad joy in my heart.

Don't say that you feel bored, now is the time when Gojo Satoru is most excited and can't relax at all.

Leaving aside three meals a day, even at night she was required to stay by his side and wait for orders at any time.

The young master didn't seem to think that Bai Hong needed to sleep at all, and he insisted that he must see her whenever he opened his eyes.

There is no way, no matter how much other people object, they will not be able to defeat the future Patriarch's insistence on going his own way. Bai Hong can only sleep in his room at night—although it is said to be sleeping, it is better to say that he sits quietly at the door and waits for Wu Tiao Wu, who will wake up anytime and anywhere. suitable.

Bai Hong: ...

Tomorrow, when I was feeding, I could poke it to death with a chopstick.

***

"But you don't look tired at all...and aren't you taller?"

A month later, Shi Er Shu Men Shu Lu of the Chanyuan climbed up to the branch of the peach tree protruding from the wall of Wu Tiao's house, and took a bag of snacks thrown up by Bai Hong from below.

One month is not too long or too short, but it is enough for Bai Hong to have a good relationship with the kitchen, and get small snacks secretly given to her by the gentle aunt who is in charge of daily meals to pad her stomach.

But every meal just to test the poison for the young master is almost exhausted. She doesn't have her own room and can't save these. The snacks are just right for the old man who came from afar to eat.

"Haven't you considered leaving?"

Wutiao’s desserts are sweeter than the ones outside. Zenyuan Shier lost interest after eating two. Instead, he squatted on the fence and hooked up with his younger sister with great interest. After chatting, it's probably because I'm going to let me leave when I'm an adult and don't plan to continue to support me."

Zenyuan Shier is 15 years old this year, that is three years later.

The young man squatted on the fence and looked at her casually with his chin on his hands: "If you ask, my brother can take you with me in three years."

Bai Hong was silent for a while.

"...It's like this, my dear elder brother," she rarely used an extremely solemn tone, "If I leave with you, will it be you or me who will work and support the family?"

"You, after all, I don't know how to do it. I think you are much more proficient in making money than I am." Shi Er answered without hesitation.

...Three years later, I will only be thirteen! ! !

"See you again!"

Bai Hong gave his brother the middle finger expressionlessly.

If it weren't for the fact that she was wearing the gorgeous kimono specially provided by the Gojo family and was not easy to move around, she would rush up to scratch Hana's brother's face now.

"—Bai Hong."

Just when the girl was eager to climb the wall, Wutiaowu's cold and clear voice suddenly came from not far away.

When she turned her head, the young master of Wutiao's family was standing there looking at her, without even looking at Shier, the Buddhist temple on the wall.

"Where are you going?"

The kitten, who was about to be hooked up by the wild cats outside, suddenly felt a chill on its neck, and ran back obediently.

"Passing by."

She looked directly into the eyes of her temporary owner frankly, and answered without changing her face and heartbeat.

Gojo Satoru looked with satisfaction at the wild kitten that had been trained to meow obediently next to him, and the wild cat that came outside also jumped out of his sight in shock, his originally cold face softened a little .

The boy reached out and grabbed her sleeve, showing a rare gentle expression: "You can't run around."

Bai Hong continued to nod obediently, and when the young master was reserved and impatient to stretch out his hand, he sighed and leaned forward to let him pat his head as if praising his pet.

What kind of evil was this made.

But maybe he was taken aback by the Chanyuan Shier. Bai Hong, who could have slept in the compartment of Wujo Wu's room that night, was arrested again by the bad-tempered young master who suddenly lost his sense of security. Watch beside him.

"You can't run around."

Gojo Wu, who was wrapped in a quilt by Baihong and wrapped in the bed, blinked his beautiful eyes like ice beads, and even put down his usual arrogant expression, blinking at her with a pitiful and wronged look.

"...Go to bed!" She roughly wrapped the boy into a ball, and was dug up from the bed at midnight to accompany him to sleep. Even if Bai Hong didn't get up angry, he would be tossed out of his temper.

——The night at the Gojo House was not purely quiet.

Cicadas chirping, birds chirping, the slight rustling of flowers and plants in the breeze, and the sound of footsteps that shouldn't appear not far from Wutiao's room.

Bai Hong sat next to Gojo Wu and quietly closed his eyes to meditate.

The children of the conjurer's family began to show spells at the age of five or six. Before that, even Gojo Satoru, who was born with six eyes, was just a boy with keen perception and no deterrence. He was picky, willful and loved to run. The rest of the Wutiao family who persuaded him to eat were more thinking about how to keep him from angering themselves. As for whether the future head of the family ate one more bite, one less bite, or another bite, it was never theirs. Will pay attention to details.

Before the food the boy ate had time to turn into nutrients for his body's growth, it was consumed as magic power, and even a little bit of cute soft flesh that a young child should have had had no time to grow. Year-old peers are even thinner.

With someone accompanying him, Gojo Satoru fell asleep significantly faster. The originally pretended breathing gradually became the regular ups and downs of deep sleep. Bai Hong listened quietly, and she raised her eyes speechlessly for a long while, looking at the figure reflected on the thin paper door.

——Not long ago, Gojo Satoru's bounty price had exceeded tens of millions.

Tens of millions to buy a little ghost who has not yet had the time to grow into a magic formula, this price even makes many people in the family feel excited.

The six eyes know everything, but they cannot control people's hearts.

The girl lowered her head and met the boy's eyes that opened at some unknown time, the eyes were empty and almost dead cold.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and raised her hands to cover those beautiful ice blue eyes.

"--do not look."

Bai Hong stood up silently, her footsteps were frighteningly light, skillfully and calmly blending into the darkness.

Adjust breathing, control rhythm——

The body bound by God allows her to compare the strength of seventeen or eighteen years old at this time, coupled with the petite figure of a ten-year-old girl, many things become easy.

Also, make sure that the "prey" cannot make a sound.

Under the moonlight, the snow-white and light figure flashed behind the target, and the thin blade lightly passed over the throat. The greedy and distorted expression on the face of the man who was about to do something had his trachea and vocal cords severed before he could put it away. He fell into a pool of his own blood before even uttering the last scream.

The maid who instinctively covered her mouth without screaming looked at the slender and nimble figure squatting like a cat on the twitching back of the prey in horror. The girl's clothes and fingers were not even stained with half an inch of blood, and she stood up with ease. With a finger on his lips, he softly hissed at the terrified maid.

--Please keep quiet.

No one would care what a transparent person without magic power, what a ten-year-old girl is going to do, what can be done.

Curse mages who are used to killing with curses tend to forget that they are just ordinary human beings after all.

Baihong stepped on the corpse as usual, crossed the bloody blood flowing all over the floor, and returned to the room with light steps.

Sure enough, the boy who finally fell asleep was wrapped in a quilt and sat obediently on the bed. His eyes were open, as if he was waiting for something.

Bai Hong stood beside him and watched for a while, then asked calmly: "Can you still see it?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes to look at her, and answered after a long silence: "...I can't see it anymore."

Bai Hong nodded.

The girl folded her clothes and sat down next to Gojo Satoru again, skillfully pushed the boy back on the bed and rewrapped the quilt, and patted the boy with an unprecedented gentle tone.

"Then sleep in peace."

The boy obediently closed his eyes for a while, then got up suddenly and grabbed Bai Hong's hand and pressed it on his eyes, then lay down again, ready to sleep contentedly.