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When seeing the task, Chanyuan Hui subconsciously stared at it silently for a while.

Nuo on both sides.

To him, this noun is not just as simple as a curse object.

Although the child's memory is relatively vague, for Chanyuan Hui, he never dared to forget everything about Lily of the Bell family.

And what impressed him most was his first encounter with Yuriko Suzuke.

——It seemed to be because of this thing at the time.

Thinking of this, Chanyuanhui turned on the screen, replied briefly, "Acknowledged", then put the phone back into his pocket, and strode out of the lounge.

However, Zenyuan Hui, who had left the high school of conjuration, did not choose to go directly to the mission location.

Although it is better to take back something like a super-grade spell item as soon as possible, but Chanyuan Hui, who had just been recalled, suddenly thought of something.

Today seems to be a rare day for Zenyuan Shier to be at home.

In terms of emotion and reason, he should go back and have a look.

After all, that guy... is not very capable of taking care of himself.

Chanyuanhui couldn't help recalling.

After that incident, this unreliable guy disappeared for a period of time without end, and this directly caused the helpless Chanyuan Hui to receive a double critical blow.

——No matter how sensible he is, he is still a small child after all.

After losing her father and her mother, Zenyuan Hui was so depressed that she almost got aphasia for a while.

If Xia Youjie hadn't carefully discovered something was wrong, perhaps something even more terrifying would have happened.

—Suddenly, all the past suddenly surged up, Zen Yuanhui took the takeaway bag and stepped up the steps of the apartment.

Although he was thinking about the more painful things before, his expression didn't change a bit.

It's okay to treat it as a sequela from the beginning...Anyway, because of the above factors, Zenyuan Hui was forced to grow up several steps ahead of others.

But it is also a blessing in disguise.

After walking out of the shadows, almost the next day, he awakened his own spells.

It is rumored that there are rare ancestral spells in the Zen Academy - [Ten Shadow Spells].

"Knock knock!"

Standing at the door, Zenyuanhui raised his hand and knocked. After waiting for more than ten seconds without hearing a sound, he clicked impatiently, took out the key and turned it on.

— Pushing the door and entering, I found an unknown news channel on the TV in the hall, and the black-haired man was lying lazily on the sofa, half-closed his eyes, and glanced up there.

On his side was a long sword, and next to him was a slightly messy black coat with sporadic water stains on it.

It hasn't rained in Tokyo for the past few days. It seems...he just came back from abroad.

Zen Yuanhui put the takeaway on the table, raised his hand and knocked on the table: "It's time to eat."

Hearing the sound, the man turned his head, rolled his eyes lazily, reached out to stroke his hair, stood up from the sofa, walked over, and stretched his long legs to both sides.

Zenyuan Hui looked at Zenyuan Shier who was unpacking the takeaway bags clatteringly, and frowned slightly.

"Although it's hard work with Senior Yi Gu, you can't just act like you have nothing to do when you come back here."

Yes, with Yi Gu and Yi Gu Youtai.

After many years, Shier, who finally heard from the Buddhist temple, reappeared, and he was hired by a high school to fly abroad with Yi Gu Youtai to do various tasks.

And the previous role was completely reversed. Now facing the man, Chanyuan Hui obviously took on the posture of a reprimand.

In other words, over the years, the way the two get along has always been like this.

"Oh?"

The dark-haired man twitched his mouth and turned his head sideways to him.

"Isn't even dad calling now?"

"--benefit."

If someone who knew him was here, they would probably stare in amazement.

Because as far as the eye can see, this man named Chanyuan Shier, after more than ten years of transformation, has not changed in the slightest, and even his body with clear lines is full of terror like in its heyday the power of.

It's like being locked in the most wanton moment forever.

Hearing this, Chanyuan Hui couldn't help but let out his gaze, and scanned the interior of the apartment full of memories.

In the end, he lowered his eyes slightly, but his tone was very firm.

"Before she comes back,"

"I won't speak."

——Because you missed the appointment.

——Breached the promise that she would not be put in danger.

;

At this time, the unscrupulous teacher who had just handed over the work to the students was following him excitedly—wave after wave of jk girls squeezed into the dessert shop in front of him.

Relying on his outstanding height advantage, the long-armed and long-legged Gojo Satoru easily pushed away the crowd, pushed aside the obstacles in front of him, and approached the front of the line bit by bit.

Of course, he also encountered many complaints on the way, such as "Why is it crowded!", "Such a big man came to grab desserts?!", but these were obviously ignored by Gojo Satoru.

And the reason why he was so reckless and cheeky to squeeze in was because there were really too few new flavors this time!

Anyway, if you line up in An Anfen, you will definitely not be able to buy it!

With this in mind, Gojo Satoru rushed inside even harder.

"Leave a let- let!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

Gojo Satoru, who finally managed to squeeze in, looked at the last new cake, his blue eyes under the blindfold were bent, almost shining brightly.

He tapped the counter lightly with his fingertips, and raised the corners of his lips.

"I want--"

"Thank you for your patronage!"

The waitress with a sweet smile took out the last cake with gloves on. It can be said that it was the cake that Gojo Satoru was coveting, neatly packed, put it in a bag, and then stretched out her hand, passed him, and handed it to... the next one?

Gojo Satoru, who wanted to see which guy inserted the sword at the moment of the finishing touch, looked down angrily.

The first thing that comes into view is a tall, towering hair that cannot be ignored at all.

—It’s a little girl.

Seemingly noticing Gojo Satoru's fiery gaze, the little girl with short brown hair tugged at the hem of her skirt, she looked up, eyes of the same color as her hair were full of doubts.

"Misaka Misaka seems to have felt a strange gaze. Why is this strange white-haired guy looking straight here? Misaka Misaka is at a loss for the current situation."

——and a strange oral habit.

Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate, and squatted down to look at the little girl.

He raised his hand, and finally pointed to the packaging bag in the tea-haired girl's hand, with a bright and flattering smile on his face.

"Little sister, why don't you give this cake to my brother~ My brother will give you candy!"

Wujo Wupa pulled the other bags in his hand, and took out a handful of colorful candies from it.

He tried to put on a kind face.

He didn't even feel that he looked like the kind of human trafficker who lures children on the street.

But Gojo Satoru, who has always been self-confident about his appearance and is invincible, has turned over this time.

After hearing his words, the girl opposite showed an obvious expression of disgust.

"Misaka Misaka won't go with you! Your clumsy tricks are not enough. And what kind of brother, in the eyes of Misaka Misaka, he is just a strange uncle with blindfolds and hairy hair! Misaka Misaka firmly talking."

Big, uncle?

Gojo Satoru, who was always called Chi Nian, couldn't help but raised his hand to pick up the little girl in front of him.

"Look clearly, look clearly, I'm not an uncle!"

Hearing this, the last work gave up struggling, and looked at it seriously.

Then she said: "Misaka Misaka thinks... Uncle, you are almost wrinkled."

Gojo Satoru: "...I'm still very young! I'm only 28 and won't have wrinkles!"

"So they are both 28? Misaka Misaka expressed shock."

The last work showed a dazed look.

"Isn't that already an uncle? Misaka Misaka said firmly."

Wutiaowu: "..."

This kid is really merciless in speaking.

He gritted his molars.

Gojo Satoru wanted to say something more, but in the end, he found that the girl with dark hair, who had been held in his hands safely, waved behind him a little excitedly as if seeing someone.

His eyes lit up.

"Misaka Misaka is here! Fang Tongxing is too slow."

The last one pouted.

"Just after you left, Misaka Misaka was almost abducted by a strange human trafficker uncle, but! Fortunately, Misaka Misaka saw it through wittyly. Although she is still caught now, Misaka Misaka muttered softly."

You don't need to say it if you mutter in a low voice, this child's mouth addiction is really strange.

Five enlightenment is full of black lines.

Moreover, he is not a human trafficker, okay?

He just wanted to make a friendly deal with this little girl.

However, it was obviously impossible for the last work to hear his voice. She just watched the person approaching, and ruthlessly raised her finger to Gojo Satoru who was carrying her: "It's this strange uncle! Misaka Misaka pointed out loudly."

At this moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly had a bad feeling.

And almost as soon as the other party finished speaking, a hand was lightly placed on his shoulder.

?

Gojo Satoru's pupils shrank.

The guy called by this little girl actually broke through his [Infinity]? !

"Oh? Is that you guy?"

— A female voice suddenly sounded from behind.

This voice, which only exists in memory and has not been heard for more than ten years, once again made Gojo Satoru stiffen his body.

He was in disbelief, and at the same time, with secret anticipation.

Then Gojo Satoru turned his head and met that familiar and beautiful face.

The white-haired and red-eyed girl had a cold face, and simply raised her hand to strangle his neck, turning her head and curling her lips.

"It really hasn't improved at all,"

"—Godjou Satoru."

Suddenly hit by surprise, Gojo Satoru had no desire to struggle at all.He just stared at each other closely.

As soon as he let go of his hand, The Last Work immediately ran behind the girl and stood still, hiding behind the girl's equally thin body, only the tall, swaying hair was exposed.

Yuriko Suzuke looked at Gojo Satoru and snorted coldly.

"Have you figured out how to die?"

Feeling the tightness on his neck, Wujo Satoru suddenly noticed his situation.

If this little girl is familiar with Suzuko Yuriko... No, she looks like a protector.

And he just wanted to grab the other party's cake.

Gojo Satoru's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

oh well,

he thinks.

--Ruined.