Has wtw entered the necropolis?

"..."

There was a muffled sound of fists being punched, and the four people at the dining table were holding rice bowls and tasting the delicious curry from Fuheshier, as if they didn't see the two fighting in the narrow living room.

Fu Hei Nami put down his rice bowl, took a few pieces of meat from the pot with a clean spoon and put them in Fu Hei Hui's bowl, and then ate again, ignoring the two of them.

On the contrary, Xia Youjie was a bit worried, and glanced in their direction from time to time, deeply afraid that the two people would affect this innocent table, after all, this curry is really delicious.

After observing for several seconds, he began to notice that something was wrong. After swallowing again, he turned his head to look at the little girl sitting opposite, "Are they beating one-sidedly?"

Although the two of them didn't make any real moves, he still noticed that Gojo Satoru's movements seemed a little stiff, as if he was throwing a fist with a heavy object on his shoulders, and he couldn't get close to Fu Heisher at all, and he was punched several times.

It really is too wrong.

Moreover, he didn't notice when Fukura Nami cast a spell on Gojo Satoru.

"..."

Nami Fukuro calmly picked up the water glass and took a sip: "No, it's just your illusion." She would not tell this guy that she did some tricks, after all, it was Gojo Satoru who provoked Fuheshier first.

Xia Youjie looked down at the curry in the bowl. Between delicious food and best friends, he decisively chose to abandon his best friends, "Let's go to Disneyland next Saturday."

Hearing this, Fu Heisher sideways dodged Gojo Wu's fist, his sharp eyes fell on Xia Youjie's body in an instant, and his eyebrows just raised: "Disneyland?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru also stopped, turned to look at the four people on the table, and when he found that there was only curry for two people left, he almost jumped up, "No more, no more, I want to eat !"

Fuheshier didn't want to continue to quarrel with this guy, and he didn't forget to remind him when he walked to the dining table, "Don't forget to give me the money."

"?" The questioning high school student Gojo Satoru immediately looked at him.

"Private sparring requires money."

"All right, all right, isn't it [-] million." Wujo Wu took out his phone decisively, and passed [-] million quickly to Fu Heisher.

Hearing the notification sound from the mobile phone in his pocket, Fu Heshier walked to Fu He Nami, opened the chair and sat down, held up the bowl full of rice and curry in front of him, and looked at the white man sitting opposite him. The hairy brat then turned to look at his daughter beside him, took a bite of the meal and asked calmly, "Are you going to Disneyland?"

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Fuguro Nami put down the bowl and chopsticks and clasped his hands together: "Thank you for the hospitality." Then he turned to look at the old father beside him, and met his black eyes that could not show any emotional fluctuations , She tilted her head and nodded after thinking for a moment.

"Will you accompany us?" She subconsciously pulled Fu Heisher's clothes and shook them slightly, her purple eyes looked at him expectantly, even if Fu Heisher refused, she could still bring Fu Heihui there. It's just that in the bottom of my heart, I still hope that my old father will play with them.

"can."

Fu Heisher agreed without even thinking about it. Anyway, he no longer took on that kind of work. After becoming a gymnastics teacher at the high school of conjuration, his life became extremely leisurely in an instant. He met two problematic high school students. Fighting is his latest hobby.

In this way, six people went to Disneyland, including Saiki Kusuo.

Saiki Kusuo wanted to refuse at first, but he couldn't resist his friend's request, so he finally softened his heart and agreed to accompany them to Disneyland for two or three days.

After the final exam results came out, Saiki Kusuo and Fuguro Naya ranked first as expected by all the teachers, while No.2 opened up nearly [-] points.

Next, there is Fushiguro Nami's skipping exam.

As long as she finishes the sixth-grade test questions, she can graduate from this school directly and enter the life of a junior high school student two years in advance, although in the eyes of Fu Heisher and others, she does not need to speed up her studies at all.

The skipping exam was not challenging for her at all. After several hours of the exam, Fuguro Nami pushed the door and walked out of the conference room under the shocked expressions of several invigilators.

Saiki Kusuo, who was leaning on the wall, heard the sound of the door opening, turned his head to look at the little friend who was coming out, and showed a slight smile on his indifferent face.

【how? 】

"It's not a big problem."

Nami Fukuno yawned lazily and rubbed her face, "It's just too sleepy..." After she finished writing the test paper, she wanted to lie down and sleep for a while, but under the engrossing gaze of the invigilator, she could sleep well Not stable.

"I'm so happy after the exam!" Thinking of leaving for Disneyland tomorrow, Fuguro Nami's steps became lighter in an instant, and he ran down the stairs bouncing, "We are going to Disney tomorrow! Saiki remember to bring some clothes~"

As soon as he walked out of the school gate and saw the familiar car parked under the big tree, Fuguro Nami's excited mood seemed to drop to the bottom of the valley in an instant as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on it.

After seeing her coming out, the car window was slowly pulled down, revealing a middle-aged man with vulgar features sitting in the car, his eyes fell on Fuhe Nami unceremoniously, and he glanced up and down, "Huh? This is Shir That guy's daughter? Doesn't look good."

"Who are you?" Fu Hei Nami raised his eyes to look at him, showing an expression almost identical to that of Fu He Shier: "What do you want from me?"

"Do you know that the Chanyuan tree is dead?" The man stared at her closely, not letting go of any subtle expressions on the little girl's face. Thinking of the dead Chanyuan tree, the man's eyes suddenly darkened.

"Oh, is it the senior who scolded me last time?"

Fuhe Nami racked his brains for a long time before digging out such a character from the depths of his mind, with a slight surprise on his face, "Dead? Then he must have provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked."

She paused, and met the man's sharp gaze without any timidity: "Could it be that you suspect me of doing it?"

"..." The man stroked his chin, looked at her for a long time before turning his eyes away, and said, "Speaking of seniority, you should call me uncle."

"Sorry, I don't have any uncles or aunts." Fukunami took out her phone to check the time, and immediately felt a sense of impatience, "If you have nothing to do, don't get in the way."

"I have no interest in Chanyuan family."

After finishing speaking, she directly pulled Saiki Kusuo to turn and leave.

not interested?

The man fell silent, and seeing Fu Hei Nami's figure disappearing before his eyes, he said again: "No matter what your surname is, there is always the blood of the Zenyuan family in your body."

Based on this alone, the current patriarch of the Chanyuan family, Zenyuan Zhipiren, would not be willing to miss these two young seedlings, let alone that one of them is a spellcaster that the Zenyuan family has rarely seen in a thousand years.

As long as they continue to pass on the blood of the spell masters, sooner or later they will be able to produce an heir who masters spells and shadow spells at the same time. It is not afraid that the Chanyuan family will not be able to surpass the Wutiao family.

Although he didn't know the intentions of the Zenyuan Zhipi people, he felt a pity for them. If these two seedlings stayed at the Zenyuan's house, they would probably be able to get more resources for development. Can't climb too high.

At the same time, Fu Heisher, who had just finished his gymnastics class at the high school of conjuration, received a mysterious phone call.

"Huh?" After hearing the voice from the other end of the phone, he raised his brows high, with a hint of sarcasm on his expression, "I'm not good at hearing, so I couldn't hear you clearly."

Hearing this, the two groups resting on the grass looked at each other sideways, their ears pricked up, and they listened intently to Fuheshier's call.

On the other end of the phone came the deep voice of the person directly connected to the Zenyuan: "I will give you 40 billion, and you let the two children change their surnames back to the Zenyuan." Those two kids...

He could almost imagine the glorious future of the Chanyuan family ten years later.

The Zenyuan family has already died a special first-level conjurer. He urgently needs fresh and powerful blood to blend into the Zenyuan family, otherwise they will only be crushed by the Wutiao family and unable to stand up.

Wutiaowu jumped up with a carp, rushed directly to snatch Fu Heisher's mobile phone, put it in his ear and said with a dark face: "Old man of the Zen Academy, buy them for 40 billion? You might as well dream about it faster."

After finishing speaking, he directly covered the phone and threw it back to Fuheshier, frowning, thinking of those disgusting old guys in the Zen Academy, "These old oranges must have taken a fancy to Nami's technique."

After all, Fuguro Nami's spells are innately possessed, and they don't have many restrictions like the Gokumaki family. From the current point of view, she doesn't seem to have encountered any restrictions and cannot use spells.

"It's indeed a group of old oranges." Fu Heisher put away his mobile phone, recalling what the people from the Zen Academy said, his face was so dark that ink dripped out, and he rarely echoed Gojo Wu's words, "Dreams are more suitable for them."

Gojo Satoru's words rarely touched his heart. Fu Heisher just wanted to reduce the amount of training today and give them a little vacation. The most important thing was that when he was about to pick up his daughter from class, Gojo Satoru sounded in his ear again. The tone: "What is the Chanyuan family? You might as well sell it to me."

"I'll pay 70 billion." Wujo Wuhao said angrily.

Xia Youjie blinked his eyes. After hearing this, his first reaction was to lie on the grass again and close his eyes. As for the sound of fighting in the air?

He has already finished class, so this matter has nothing to do with him.

A few minutes later, Jiarui Nizi came over with milk tea in his hands, glanced curiously at the two people who were inseparable, handed the bag in his hand to Xia Youjie, and sat down beside him.

"Why are they fighting again?"

"Probably because Wu wants to kidnap someone's daughter."

"Enlightenment deserves it."

Hearing this, Jiarui Nitzi was slightly stunned, then took a deep sip of the milk tea, and seriously complained.

Xia Youjie nodded in agreement, opened the bag and took out a cup of milk tea at will, poked a hole with a straw, took a deep sip of the cold milk tea full of milk fragrance, and instantly dissipated the burning heat in his body: "This milk tea is good."

"Aren't you going to help?" Jia Ruozi put down the milk tea, picked up the phone and took several photos of the two of them before putting it away contentedly.

"No." Xia Youjie was too lazy to get involved in the affairs between the two of them, and...he touched his stomach that was still aching, Fu Heisher was completely merciless, if he didn't react quickly Take precautions, otherwise he should be lying in the medical room at this moment.

"Fu Hei, you don't hit people in the face!!"

"Tsk, I think you have a thick skin, and you probably won't break it after a few more punches."