I'll retire when I'm done

When I woke up the next morning, not to mention the smell of blood, there was not even a trace of blood on the floor.

Eh... the unexpected hands and feet in this kind of place are very neat.

The girl followed Wujo Satoru silently, her eyes swept over the mess last night, and she couldn't see any problem.

There are maids waiting quietly on both sides of the corridor, waiting for the master's orders at any time. I wonder if it is Bai Hong's illusion. When those young girls bowed to Wujo Wu, who is the future head of the family, some of them seemed to be looking at him. For her.

Curiosity, respect, and a little bit of subtle admiration.

Bai Hong turned his eyes slightly to the side, and met the young maid who was always looking at him. She was startled, and immediately lowered her head a little uneasy, not daring to look at her anymore.

Ah, the one from last night.

If I remember correctly, the name seems to be Aoi?

A very smart girl, she saw the shadow of the killer first but knew not to disturb her, and she didn't scream in the end, and along the way, all the maids here except her had been replaced with new ones. face.

...Those people must have been dealt with.

she thinks.

Baihong doesn't know much about the internal structure and behavior of the conjurer family. Probably all the power is only used to protect Wujo Wuyi, and it doesn't matter what happens to other ordinary people-for this kind of family, Those people are nothing more than cheap commodities that can be easily replaced.

That killer might not be able to do anything to Gojo Satoru last night, but he might not be able to say for sure about the ordinary people he met along the way who might reveal his whereabouts and secrets.

After all, for this kind of person.The dead are always the quietest and most worthy companions.

Bai Hong restrained his unnecessary divergent thinking, and followed Wu Tiao Wu to his class place this morning.

"You wait here for me."

He ordered as usual, and then entered the back room.

Gojo Satoru's daily schedule is not as good as it should be for a five-year-old child. His spell practice will only start after the six-year-old spells are fully manifested. Now it is some traditional schoolwork, which is normal for ordinary children. The basic knowledge of Gojo Satoru, which took six years of playing around in elementary school, should be fully understood within one year. In addition, there are traditional exercises specifically for the head of the family.

There is no vacation, no rest, the moment of birth is already a certainty as the head of the future Wutiao family, what this child must perfectly bear is the high expectations of everyone.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Nothing could be more obvious.

Baihong, who is neither a magician nor a lady of the family, is more like a pet raised by the owner on a whim, and has no qualifications to study with the owner; when Wujo Satoru is in the room with the teacher, she can only Wait at the door.

"...Miss Bai Hong."

When the head of the family is studying, the general servants can relax a little bit. The maid named Kui suddenly approached softly. She carefully bent down beside Bai Hong who was sitting at the door, and met her puzzled eyes gently. Gently opened his hand, hiding under it a small snack wrapped in a white silk handkerchief, "Do you want to eat something?"

This morning, the young master woke up late because he disturbed his sleep last night, and lost his temper in silence. He didn't even bother to eat breakfast, dragging Bai Hong to bed in the room for more than an hour before dawdling over. In class, even Bai Hong, who was a full-time drug tester, didn't have a bite to eat.

Aoi mustered up the courage to come forward. She watched the girl lower her head and stared at her palm, and she trembled instinctively when her palm was placed in front of her.

The scene of killing people neatly last night has not disappeared from her memory, but before the instinctive panic spread in her eyes, she saw the girl's eyes swaying along with her palm, as if she was only instinctively following a cat teaser. Kitten looking away.

...Oh, he is still a child.

The corner of the maid's mouth couldn't help but pursed into a small smile, wanting to put the snack directly on her hand.

"Are you hungry? The young master's class is still a while away. During this period, you can eat a little bit." She imitated Bai Hong last night, put a finger on her lips, and said to her in a low voice: "I won't tell anyone."

The maid serving nearby is her good friend, so breaking the rules to this degree is totally fine, and no one will tell the truth.

Bai Hong's eyes lit up immediately, and he stretched out his hand to take that delicate snack.

The sweetness of Wujojia’s sweets is even higher than that of pastry shops outside. The crispy, soft and waxy taste is very suitable for children. It is the best choice to quickly replenish physical strength.

It's just that before her fingertips touched the fluffy meringue, the paper door behind her was violently opened with a slam, and a hand passed over her head and patted off the small piece of pastry. A voice sounded from above:

"Don't eat indiscriminately, and dare to stuff it into your mouth without knowing who gave it to you."

The boy's eyes turned and met the maid's face, his eyes were cold and gloomy, and the five-year-old boy had eyes that looked down on the world indifferently and coldly like two gods. No one is not afraid of him.

Before she could react rationally, her deep-seated instinct had already made her bend down tremblingly, crawling on the ground docilely like a tortured lamb.

"...I'm very sorry, Master Wu."

The little bit of selfishness that remained made her struggle to speak, and it was the first time that she trembled under such gaze: "...It's just...it's just that Miss Baihong hasn't eaten yet..."

The boy's eyes drooped, and his eyes turned cold again.

"I didn't let you talk."

Aoi's face suddenly turned pale!

The people next to him had already knelt down on the ground in panic, and there was a slight muffled tremor on the floor, even the man who had just been reserved and arrogated and assumed the attitude of a lecturer also subconsciously followed and knelt on the ground, not at all. Not daring to look up.

Gojo Satoru walked out of the room, squatted down next to Bai Hong who was completely motionless, saw her eyes still linger on the broken snack on the ground, and his tone became more and more unhappy: "Are you hungry?"

"My meals follow your time." Bai Hong said in a low tone, "You haven't eaten since last night, so I haven't eaten either."

The young master was silent for a while, clapped his hands and stood up, and dragged Bai Hong up by the way: "There is no class today."

He made his decision without hesitation.

"Master Wu, the next arrangement..."

"No more." The boy lifted his chin. "Call the kitchen to prepare something, I'm hungry."

The servants asked tremblingly, "Is it still the same as before?"

One word came to his lips immediately, and the boy suddenly realized that in the past, he was the only one, but Bai Hong was inseparable from him, but it seemed that he had never eaten anything.

She has been at Wutiao's house for more than a month, right?It seems that she has never eaten anything other than taking a bite of each dish like the other maids... Then how did she survive until now?

Gojo Wu suddenly turned around in shock and looked at Bai Hong: "Have you never had a serious meal!?"

Bai Hong: ...

Still too young, she chose to take back the words that Shier was a scum.

Brother, I have never missed the half steamed bun you gave me so much.

***

An hour later, her eyes were once again filled with delicacies from mountains and seas in the style of Manchu Banquet, and Gojo Satoru was sitting beside him as usual. Of course, the young master didn't eat, and this meal was not specially prepared for Bai Hong.

The supervisor who delivered the meal killed people with his eyes, and she could understand the carelessness of his eyes, probably no matter how favored he was, he had to serve the real master of Wutiao's family first. Sitting, the hem of the clothes was stretched out to reveal a pale knee against Bai Hong's leg, watching her habitually use the public chopsticks to test the poison first, take a small sip, then put on the five delicate silver chopsticks specially designed for Wu to push the fish skin to pick. The crescent moon meat after the gills was released, held by hand and handed to the mouth.

"You don't need to test the poison anymore," Gojo Satoru chewed and swallowed casually, and said casually: "Just leave this job to other people."

In fact, before last night, Gojo Satoru didn't think it was necessary to test the poison, he just thought it was fun for Bai Hong to try one by one and be forced to eat things he didn't like.

Bai Hong glanced at him, his eyes were filled with the gloomy despair of "how can you compensate me if I lose my food".

She glared at people, but she did not forget to continue to pick the fishbone away with her movements, and sent another piece of chopsticks soft fish meat into Wu Zou's mouth.

Gojo Satoru, who vaguely understood what she relied on to survive until now, was a little guilty, and this time he swallowed it without chewing it. His eyes followed the silver chopsticks in Baihong's hand, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the chopsticks. With her appearance, she also picked up a piece of shrimp meat and handed it to her mouth.

"..."

Bai Hong stared at the piece of shrimp meat, and stared suspiciously at Wujo Wu.

Are you trying to take the opportunity to stab me to death with chopsticks?

Seeing her hesitate so far, the young master immediately became visibly unhappy again.

Just now I obediently reached out to pick up other people's low-quality dim sum without hesitation, why didn't I eat the high-quality shrimp I fed myself!

"eat fast!"

As soon as he raised his voice, the piece of shrimp meat was almost pressed against Bai Hong's lips, she instinctively shrank back, and the chopsticks held by Wu Tiaowu immediately followed him up, accompanied by the young master's impatient urging voice: " hurry up!"

Bai Hong: "..."

She swallowed her anger and opened her mouth, and obediently bit the piece of shrimp meat that was almost forced into her mouth.

The boy saw her meekness finally willing to open her mouth to eat, the chopsticks paused in mid-air for a long time, and his eyes widened slightly.

……oops?

This feeling...

Just as Bai Hong swallowed the shrimp meat, the pair of chopsticks immediately picked up something new and handed it over.

……true and false? ? ?

Haven't played enough yet? ? ?

The girl raised her eyes in disbelief, and met the boy's bright blue eyes full of expectation.

Gojo Satoru looked impatient: "Open your mouth, hurry up."

She just opened her mouth to say that you want to stab me to death, you better hurry up and stop tossing me with food again and again, but just as she opened her mouth, the piece of tamagoyaki was stuffed directly into her mouth—really It's not an exaggeration at all, she even wondered if she would be choked to death directly.

And Gojo Satoru looked excited and his eyes were full of joy.

……

Bai Hong was expressionless and didn't know how to eat. He was forced to unilaterally feed him by the current real owner. He ate the most disgusting food including pickled red ginger and onion. He had the most painful dining experience since his rebirth. Not one of them, in the end she couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled the chopsticks from Gojo Satoru's hand, the girl with a stomach ache got up and wanted to run outside——

Of course, he was dragged back abruptly by the brat behind him.

"Eat one more, just eat another~"

This is Gojo Satoru who discovered a new way to play rather than her conscience finding out to let her eat.

He gently held a piece of soft big blessing between his fingers, and he was about to force it into it.

Bai Hong: "..."

You forced me, boy.

She snatched the soft dessert from Gojo Satoru's hand, turned around with a sneer and pinched the boy's white and tender face with one hand, and didn't care about his rough rules and was too lazy to wait patiently, so she randomly picked up a piece of the leftover The tempura was about to be stuffed into his mouth, and he smiled ferociously and kindly: "Master, it's time to eat!"

"Let go!" Young Master Jingui of Wutiao's family furiously said, "Let go! This is so cold that I don't want to eat it!"

"I don't eat pickled red ginger either!" Bai Hong screamed after breaking down: "You feed me so much pickled red ginger!!!"

One feels like he's going to spit out in the next second and can't hold back and doesn't dare to move around, the other can't beat the curse of the elders for the time being and can only be pinched and incompetent and furious; the two can enter the manic period simply by eating The cubs are half a catty, and the house is pinging, pong, pong, crackling, crackling, and the housekeeper of the Wutiao family opened the paper door in horror. When he saw the messy cups and plates on the floor and two children twisted together with stains, the whole person wanted to twist into a famous painting. .

Young master, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

What a faux pas! ! !

In the end, the two dirty children were taken away by the maids and washed clean amidst the housekeeper's screams.

Coincidentally, the person who came to take care of Baihong happened to be Kui, the gentle and virtuous beautiful sister healed too much than Xiongzi, and Baihong, who was warmed by hot water and drowsy, let the beautiful sister massage and rub his head. , After being sent back to the room, it was a warm, soft, clean ball. She curled up in her quilt and fell asleep in the next second.

At this time, the other hand came in along the warm quilt, and rubbed her still aching stomach resentfully.

"You can eat so little, you can't eat that much."

The culprit was lying beside her bed, still muttering.

The girl in the quilt snored twice, the sleepiness induced by the feeling of fullness made her not intend to open her eyes at all, the black hair scattered on the pillow was soft and warm, and exuded the clear fragrance of peach blossom dew.

Wutiaowu: "..."

The Patriarch is still next to her with her eyes open, why did she fall asleep?

……

...I want to sleep too!

So the boy confidently lifted off Bai Hong's warm quilt, stuffed his cold body next to her, and bluntly took away all the warmth in the quilt.

The girl is born with a slender frame, and the size is perfect for a boy who is a circle smaller than her at this time. It feels soft to hold and has a constant temperature function.

perfect.

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