Has wtw entered the necropolis?

Fukura Nami's head grew big.

"The thing is—I won't."

She blinked her eyes wide and admitted very honestly that she would not take over a large family.

and--

"It's so troublesome."

As long as he thinks that he has to face the people of the Buddhist monastery every day, and a bunch of affairs that may be waiting to be dealt with, Fuguro Nami loses energy in an instant.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at her with complicated eyes.

A big hand landed on her head and rubbed it, and Gojo Satoru's magnetic voice with a hint of a smile sounded next to her ear: "It's okay~ just manage it as you like." Anyway, Gojo's family is supporting her, as long as he is still alive for a day Well, the members of the Chanyuan probably won't be played to death by her.

"..."

"..."

"Then I'm counting on you~"

Nami Fuhei took a deep breath, took a bite of the ice cream, and said indistinctly: "From now on, the Chanyuan family will have to change their surname to Fuhei."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Heisher was the first to object: "No, don't let this family insult your mother's surname."

"Well—that's right."

After eating an ice cream in two or three bites, Fuhei Nami thought about it carefully, and felt that what the old father said was right at all, how could the Buddhist family insult Fuhei's surname, so it is fine to keep the original surname, as long as you are in charge of the family If the surname is not Zenyuan, the problem does not seem to be too big.

After the parade performance was completely over, the group went back to the hotel to prepare for a rest, and after recovering their spirits, they will fight Disney Ocean tomorrow.

Several people walked out of the elevator talking and laughing, and bumped into Zenyuan Naoya and his group who also came out of the elevator next door, and the two groups froze in the corridor.

Chanyuan Naoya raised his eyes and glanced at the few of them, and his eyes finally fell on the drowsy little girl who was hugged by Fu Heisher. He twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a sneer, and didn't bother to continue to hide himself in front of this group of people. "Shi Er, long time no see."

Seeing this boy, Fu Heisher narrowed his eyes slightly, and subconsciously asked, "Who are you?"

Zenyuan Naoya: "..."

It's just that when he looked at the boy again, Fu Heisher knew his identity, but he just didn't realize it just now, but it was naturally impossible to tell Naoya of the Zen Academy.

"The little ghost from the Chanyuan family?" Gojo Wu held a lollipop in his mouth, squinted his eyes when he saw Zenyuan Naoya, walked up to him and leaned down slightly to look at him, and compared his height with his hands viciously, "Yo, little ghost, wait When you grow taller than me, come to Nami again."

"..."

The line of rationality in his mind was broken with a bang, Zenyuan Naoya clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, suppressed the roiling anger in his heart, and forced himself to calm down, "Gojo Satoru, one day I will crush you Under the house."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear and sleepy voice sounded at the same time.

"Are you awake?" Fuguro Nami suddenly raised his head from his old father's arms, rubbed his sleepy eyes, rubbed the Mickey puppet in his arms, yawned, and said softly: " ——I want Zenyuan Naozai to be able to surpass Gojo Sato for the rest of his life.”

"..."

As soon as the voice fell, the air became quiet.

"Are you using the spell?" Zenyuan Naoya's face darkened, and his eyes were fixed on her. He probably understood her spelling method after talking with Fukunami for a few words, and the spells of her and Goujuanna clan Speakers are different, they can be controlled freely, even without restriction.

Of course, this was just his guess at first, but now it seems that this is the case.

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Fukunami turned his head and glanced at him, as if he was a little puzzled why Zenyuan Naoya would ask such a question, "Anyway, you can't overtake him anyway."

"Unless you were reincarnated in Wutiao's family."

"..."

"hiss--"

Some people gasped, and cast complicated gazes at Fuku Nami.

This little girl's words are really vicious, but as a member of the Chanyuan family, comparing Wujo Wu with him, this is undoubtedly provoking Zenyuan Naoya, and trampled his face directly under his feet.

"Even if I don't use spells, this is true."

"That's right~" Wujo Wu patted Zenyuan Naoya's head with his big hand, and said viciously: "Smelly brat, if you want to surpass me, go back and reincarnate again."

"Don't be too presumptuous!" Zenyuan Naoya waved his hand away with a dark face, his eyes were still locked on Fu Hei Nami and Fu Hei Hui who was held by Fu Heisher, "Whether you can come back to the Zen Yuan's house or not rely on me."

As long as he doesn't allow it, these three people don't even think about stepping into the Chanyuan's house, even if she is the spellcaster that the Zhipi people of the Zenyuan want to win over, it doesn't matter who dares not to take him seriously. I will be loyal to the Chanyuan family.

"???"

The three people with the blood of the Zen Academy seemed to be looking at idiots.

Fu Heisher dug his ears, put his big hand on his daughter's head, and yawned lazily. He didn't want to pay any attention to the future successor of the Chanyuan family who obviously had some problems in his mind. When he passed him, he whispered to him: " Okay, I have an excuse to kick the Zenyuan family away."

"This time, I made an exception to accept the task."

The client this time is his daughter, and Fu Heisher doesn't mind doing a free job once.

After throwing down these words, he strode away without even looking at Zenyuan Naoya's expression, and the people behind followed his footsteps.

Wujo Wu, who was deliberately lagging behind, put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked past Zenyuan Naoya slowly, and asked meaningfully: "The Zenyuan family will regret it—"

"After all, you missed such a good seedling."

"..."

Zenyuan Naoya had a sullen face, his fists were cracking until his bones were crackling, and he stared darkly at the backs of Wujo Wu and others leaving.

One day, these guys who offended him will have to crawl under his feet and beg for mercy!

"Young master?" The servant stepped forward and shouted anxiously, "Should we still stay here?"

"Go back to the Chanyuan home!"

Now Zenyuan Naoya has fallen out with Fu Heisher and others, and he will not get any benefits if he stays, he will only continue to lose face, and this matter has to be re-discussed with the Zenyuan Zhipi people.

Zenyuan Naoya thought of their attitude, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense, he just waved his hands and turned to leave, not even going to step into the room again.

"Fuhei's family..." After entering the elevator, Chanyuan Naoya's eyes darkened, "I will definitely avenge this revenge!"

After the three days and two nights in Disneyland, several people returned to their daily lives one after another, but there was an additional daily communication group, and it was named--We who are bohemian.

It's just that under the strong protest of Nami Fukuno, it was changed to - I'll kill you.

At the end of the fun, Fuguro Nami got the grade skipping grade, successfully jumped to junior high school with a perfect score, and then jumped from junior high school to magic school in nearly a month, becoming the youngest high school primary school student in the high school.

The whole process only took two months, and it was because Gojo Satoru used a little relationship, otherwise Fuguro Nami might have to spend a longer time preparing to skip the level.

High school first grade class

Jianren Nanami, who had nothing to do, turned his head and was muttering to his friend Yuo Huihara next to him.

"I heard that a primary school student transferred to our class today."

"It seems to be a ten-year-old girl who skipped several levels in a row and then transferred to our high school of conjuration."

Hui Yuanxiong recalled the news he heard from his senior, his face was full of shock that couldn't be suppressed, he let out a breath and continued: "The point is—this little girl is a spellcaster."

"Well——I've seen her." Nanami Jianren recalled that when we first met, although it was only a long distance away, when he saw the little girl fighting Gojo Satoru, he just wanted to say "good job" .

"...I remembered something." Hui Yuanxiong suddenly became serious, and turned his head to look at Nanami Jianren who was frowning beside him, "She is the daughter of Teacher Fuhei."

Hearing this name, Jianren Qihai suddenly felt a sharp pain in the root of his teeth, and the severe pain from being punched by Fu Heisher last time swept over again, and his expression suddenly became complicated and unspeakable.

"..."

The door of the classroom opened abruptly, and immediately after, Teacher Fuhei, whom they were talking about, led a little girl in a short-sleeved uniform of the high school of conjuration, and walked in.

In an instant, two eyes fell on the sleepy little girl.

Seeing her rubbing her eyes, hugging the puppet with her left hand, with a look of sleepiness, could it be that Fu Heisher dug her out of bed to attend class?

Fu Heisher grabbed her wrist and stood in front of her, pointing to the two students below and said, "You will have classes with them in the future."

"Yawn~" Fuguro Nami couldn't help but yawned again, turned around and threw herself into the arms of the old father, and when her brain woke up a little, she turned around and bowed to the two of them to say hello: "Hello, I'm Fukunami."

This move shocked the two teenagers to quickly stand up and return the same etiquette.

"Seven seas built people."

"Hui Yuanxiong."

"Where am I sitting?"

Fuhe Nami turned his head and looked at Fuheshier behind him who seemed to be thinking about what to teach.

Hearing this, Fu Heisher glanced at her lazily, dropped the textbook in his hand, leaned on the table, "It's up to you."

She curled her lips, walked directly to the seat on Qihai Jianren's left and sat down, casually put her schoolbag on the chair next door, hugged the furry puppet and rubbed it vigorously.

The air was dead silent.

Hui Yuanxiong even turned his head and glanced at her from time to time, his eyes were full of curiosity about her.

In the next second, he felt a sharp gaze falling on him, and Hui Yuanxiong subconsciously turned his head to look at Fuheshier in shock, and then met those deep black eyes that seemed to be invisible.

"Today...you two go to the pasture to run ten laps with weights to warm up." Fu Heisher has forgotten the textbooks he prepared yesterday, and originally wanted the two of them to stay in the classroom and read the fighting books, but now he changed idea.

"Then we resume teaching from last week."

Two first graders: "..."

They are not Gojo Satoru and others, and they don't have such a strong ability to resist blows. Even if there is a supporter named Jia Ruzizi, hitting them with fists will still make people feel so painful!

"—Daddy, do I want to run too?"

Hearing this suddenly, Fuhe Nami woke up, and hurriedly took out the training book Fuheshier tailored for her from her schoolbag. When she saw three laps written on it, she was relieved.

The grass field of the High School of Conjuration is too spacious, if she ran ten laps, she would probably die.

Pasture

Gojo Wu, Xia Youjie and others had already run around with loads one step ahead of them. When they saw them coming, they raised their hands very enthusiastically to greet them.

Jianren Qihai: ...Can I pretend that I can't see it?

Hui Yuanxiong instantly became excited: "Senior Wutiao!! Senior Xia You!!"

"..." Fu Heisher frowned and glanced at them, pointed at the sandbags on the ground, and said coldly: "Don't waste time, run ten laps in half an hour!"

The two froze instantly.

Seeing that the two students started to run, Fuheshier picked up the small sandbags prepared earlier and tied them to Fuhe Nami's limbs. After doing all this, he took a few steps back and glanced up and down.

"How does it feel?"

"It's okay——" Fuhe Nami tilted his head and looked at the four people who were playing around on the grassland. He tapped his chin with his index finger, and there was an excited and nasty smile in his eyes. He raised his index finger high, so that only the old father could hear it. Jian's voice said: "The load is x ten times!"

The moment the voice fell, she fell down on the grass with a thud, her chin hit the grass heavily, a faint smell of blood spread in her mouth, and she was stunned on the spot.

boom!

boom!

After a while, there was a sound of falling to the ground one after another, accompanied by the boy's high-pitched voice.

"Fushiguro Nami?! What did you do!!"