I'll retire when I'm done

In Wujo mansion, when the hour hand slowly moved towards the two o'clock position, even the old housekeeper who claimed to serve the six-eyed man without bowing his head to his subordinates could not hold his neck.

It is probably because Gojo Satoru ignored them too much and caused a wrong perception, which made these clan elders feel that their seniority and seniority were enough to support them to dictate to the head of the Gojo family. Some of them ignored the old housekeeper's tactful and polite refusal, stayed directly for lunch, and waited until now.

An elderly man glanced at the hour hand on the wall that passed two o'clock, and finally couldn't bear his anger any longer, showing a half-smile expression, staring coldly at the nonchalant old butler over there, and said slowly.

"I don't know where the woman came from, but she was able to fascinate Patriarch Wutiao..."

The dignified elder, the sourness and jealousy in his words almost overflowed.

"Master Wu is still young after all, it's not an exaggeration to say he's a child." The voice next to him hadn't finished yet, and someone immediately took up the conversation, with a very yin and yang tone: "Speaking of which, it's because our elders have moved less these years If he and Kamo and the Buddhist monastery had been allowed to take in a few concubines earlier, I'm afraid they wouldn't be fooled by the wild women outside."

"Extremely true! Speaking of which, Mr. Wu is about the same age. Instead of getting in touch with women outside, it is better to choose some who know the details and have both six eyes and no lower limit. How noble is the blood of the direct line! The women outside don't know the importance , Sir, if you want to play around, it’s fine, if you want to leave an heir, you still have to consider the noble ladies of the magic world..."

The old steward watched with a cold face as the group of elders from the sidelines began to discuss whose daughter's blood was purer and more superior... It is true that such conversations were common within the ancient family, but the patriarch himself still Without saying a word, this group of people divided their own interests in a hurry, but it was quite annoying.

"Even that lord... it would be too much for us to wait until now, right?"

"You don't have to wait."

Gojo Satoru's voice was lazy, with the arrogance that has always been undisguised. It was rare for the young Patriarch to run around without wearing a black high-pitched uniform, but changed into a loose and comfortable kimono, a pair of ice beads. The six clear blue eyes are generously displayed in front of people, and the eyes that are usually cold and ruthless are rarely stained with satisfaction at this moment. When seeing the unexpected guest, Gojo Satoru squinted slightly, but he didn't show much boredom.

"I bring people home, what does it have to do with you?"

He chose a seat at random and sat down. When he sat with his knees bent, his neckline was slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone with teeth marks on it, which made the eyes of all the elders swell and they gritted their teeth with hatred.

The head of the family sat down, and his own maid came forward to offer tea silently. Gojo Wu took a sip casually and put it aside in a lack of interest. The sleeves of the wide robe slid down his elbows. Over the years, no one has been able to leave traces on Gojo Wu's body. Because of this, the bright red circle mark on the young Patriarch's slender wrist becomes more conspicuous, arousing people's imagination.

All of you here are old foxes, and they are naturally very clear about the special traces left by these secrets in the room. When looking at Gojo Satoru, the eyes also become very subtle.

Gojo Satoru did not show the bad face of the past to this group of old men from the beginning to the end, the extremely rare lazy and happy relaxed expression, but gave the group of elders wrong hints.

"...Master Patriarch!"

The bold one opened his mouth, and the first sentence was to criticize the woman he brought back for not knowing the rules: "Even if you want to taste it when you are old, there is no need to pick a wild woman from outside." Serving you, how can I leave marks on your body..."

"……what?"

The corners of the young man's mouth, which was originally in a reserved smile, suddenly pressed down, and there was a sharp and hostile look between his brows and eyes.

"Wild woman, who are you talking about?"

One night was not too long or too short, enough for Bai Hong to satisfy the other party's uneasiness and possessiveness. If Bai Hong wanted to please someone, his methods were not ordinary. Gojo Satoru certainly knew that she was trying to appease her—but that so what?

Bai Hong is the one who concentrates on trying his best to please him. This in itself is a prerequisite for satisfying people's vanity.

Like a cat that has finally been plucked, its psychological hunger and physical hunger have been appeased to the greatest extent, and when it is satisfied, it is willing to meow in a cute and innocent way, respectful In turn, Jiang Gui spread out her belly and acted softly.

A cat with a bad temper is rarely a good-natured cat, and he ran around wagging his tail triumphantly. He originally showed off his marks with others happily, but beat around the bush to show that the other party's calm appearance was as strong as his own. He didn't return any glances, but received more and more greedy eyes from a group of old men who smelled like decayed dead wood.

The first time he met that gaze, Gojo Satoru's good mood accumulated all night disappeared, and disappeared completely.

When he was 15 years old, he briefly came into contact with similar eyes, and he had no doubt that in the eyes of these old men, his majestic Gotiao Patriarch was just a brand-new vessel that respected status and pure blood—in the eyes of many people, his body The value of continuing the bloodline for men to pass on from generation to generation is even better than Gojo Satoru himself; the reason why he didn't tie a woman directly to his room these years is purely because they know they can do it themselves, and these old guys are compared to the illusory future. I still cherish my old life that I don't know how many days are left.

"Master Patriarch... the clan elders are just worried about you, why show such an expression." Someone smoothed things over and put on a sincere expression of consideration for him, which was also disgustingly hypocritical in Gojo Wu's eyes: "If you really like the girl you brought back, it's okay to let her stay and become the wife... It's just that magicians are different from ordinary people. If you want to have children in the future, ordinary women may not be able to withstand your powerful blood , which is not easy to handle.”

"There will be no offspring."

Wutiao Wupi smiled but didn't smile, slowly stroking the ambiguous red marks on his wrists left by the silk ribbons.

"I didn't intend to let her have children."

She already had a bad enough brat by her side, and the technique happened to be the ancestral technique that the Zenyuan family had been seeking for so many years—the Wutiao family and the Zenyuan family had been at odds for many years. After having such a little thing, whether it was Whether you want to take advantage of this opportunity to get mad at the Zen Academy or use it as an opportunity to perfectly monopolize Baihong's body, both can achieve the best results.

There is no need for that body to accommodate other existences other than her own. Now that she has a child with sufficient qualifications, there is no need for her to bother and labor to give birth to individual cubs to rob her of her unstable attention.

The elders of the clan looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't recognize Bai Hong or Fu Heihui, they only had the most superficial understanding of Wu Tiao Wu's words.The expressions of a group of old men were actually more relaxed, and some people couldn't hide their joy and said, "Because of this, for the sake of the future of the Wutiao family, please select a few suitable bloodlines from the collateral lineage as side rooms, so that the continuation can continue." The direct bloodline of the Wutiao family."

From their point of view, this request could not be more tolerant——Men, after all, how many people are sincerely willing to live with a woman wholeheartedly?The head of the family is not yet 20 years old this year. Although he is arrogant and prone to anger, he is a recognized genius in the magic world. It is impossible for him to live as an ordinary person.

Children, after imitating ordinary people and playing love games enough, they probably won't be interested in that woman.

They felt that they handled it well, and they didn't think Gojo Satoru would refute this suggestion.

"Didn't you understand?" Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile: "I said no, because I didn't intend to leave traces in her body that belonged to me, including the one that is completely impossible. The child born of her."

"As for what you said, the so-called 'side room'—"

Gojo Satoru leaned over and lengthened the ending, without hiding the mocking sneer on his face.

"Are you worthy?"

The elders of the clan immediately widened their eyes, and before they could utter an angry rebuttal, they heard a low female laughter outside the door, with a soft and light tone, like the first falling snow in early winter with the warmth of autumn , lightly falling on people's hearts, there is a kind of light coolness like teasing.

"Oh, it looks like I didn't come by coincidence?"

Everyone looked at the reputation, and met a pair of dark blue eyes that were not inferior to the blue six eyes.

The beautiful and inhuman young woman is generously wearing five patriarch's single-fitting single clothes. The clothes are wide and press out the thin outline of the thin shoulders, making her slender and slender figure even more beautiful. The woman stands with her arms full of smiles, letting others The wanton look of the eyes.

"...Because it's been a long time since I realized it and I haven't come back."

She tilted her head, looking straight at Gojo Satoru who was sitting in the first place, her fingers seemed to inadvertently brush the corners of her light-colored lips, her voice was soft and hoarse, with just the right amount of charm.

"I was so anxious to wait, so I came over to have a look."

"I said I'll go back in a while... This group of people is so annoying."

Wujo Wu stretched his hands, raised his eyebrows and watched the woman come over with a light smile, and sat down gracefully in his arms as if there was no one else around.She raised her hand to caress the back of her head and slowly stroked the soft snowy hair, which was full of comfort.

The young man lowered his head and rubbed against the side of his older lover's slender neck, and there was still some inexplicable irritability in his voice.

"Oh, do they make Wu so annoying?"

Bai Hong raised his eyebrows lightly, stroked the five hairs of Wu Wu's hair that were rubbing back and forth on the side of his neck, and showed a rather affectionate smile.

"Don't panic, I'll persuade you."