My breeder is the strongest

Finally, after playing in Sendai for three days, one person and one cat set off for the next location, Kyoto where Megumi, Maki and Wild Rose are located.

As for why they're there...

I have to ask a certain, oh no, a certain or two scumbags from the Chanyuan family.

Gojo Satoru called Kei first, but a mature and deep male voice answered the phone.

"... Jiu." Master Wutiao covered his phone, turned his head and said to Wutiaojiu in pain, "Has Hui finally embarked on the same path as his father!?"

The difference is that one is surrounded by a woman as a boy, and the other is surrounded by a man as a canary.

hateful!He said that Hui's character will always attract some weird types!

Fu Heisher on the other end of the phone: "..."

This man is sick.

"Hey, Wutiao, what are you talking about." Fu Heisher remained expressionless, "Do you want to get beaten up?"

"Oh, it's not sure who beats who~" Wujo Wutiao turned his face away and threw away his playful voice, and there was a hint of murder hidden in his intimate tone, "Who was it that took my child to the racetrack last time—— Um, Shir?"

The kitten was embarrassed to reject him, and directly lost a month's allowance. After returning, he was depressed for a long time.

Although I thought I was going to go bankrupt and couldn't support Gojo Satoru, so the crying Gojojiu was cute.

"What do you know? It's a small bet." Fu Heisher picked out his ears and flicked off the non-existent ash on his fingers, "Besides, didn't you 'instruct' Huishu first?"

Gojo Satoru: "That's what Hui asked me to teach him!"

Fu Heisher: "Oh, he asked for losing fifty games in a row?"

Gojo Satoru: "Isn't it the result of my respect for Hui's personal wishes for not releasing the water!?"

Fu Heisher: "I fully respected your child's wishes on the day of the horse betting."

"I didn't expect that." Fu Heisher said coolly, "Your kid's gambling luck is worse than mine—"

"Hello." A cross appeared on Gojo Wu's head, "Has the back mountain of the Chanyuan family been repaired? It would be best if the place is big enough."

Big enough for me to play.

"Don't worry." Fu Heisher sneered, "You can come anyway, the workers in the Chanyuan are very efficient."

It doesn't matter how you destroy it.

The housekeeper of the Zen Academy listening to the phone next to him: "..."

No!Not fixed!don't come!We have something to do! !

Gojo lay on the electric luggage for a long time, raised his eyelids to look at Gojo Satoru, who was fighting fiercely, and sighed.

He just gave up and closed his eyes and snored a little.

Enlightenment is so excited, no one can stop it.

He just wanted to fight.

No help, bury it.

Although, during this period of time, the focus of the Chanyuan family was not on the battle to bring the old father of the cub, but on the choice of the next Patriarch.

Regarding this matter, Fu Heihui, who was inexplicably kidnapped, had something to say.

"Wait, who wants to be the next Patriarch of the Chanyuan Family??"

Chanyuan Maki swung her stick, a question mark appeared above her head, "? You don't want to act like why are you here?"

Fu Heihui had no expression on his face, and crushed a soda can.

"This, just, want, ask, I, dad."

Fuheshier: Although I don't want to be the head of the family, those magic tools and money can't be handed over to others, thank you.

Unlike the Gojo family located in the corner of Tokyo, the Zenyuan family has always been based in Kyoto. Like the Zenyuan family, Kyoto is a city that attaches great importance to tradition.

So for the sake of provocation, after getting off the car, Gojo Satoru specially bought a very coquettish outfit, and also bought him and Gojojiu a pair of colorfully decorated sunglasses.

……how to say.

Master Wutiao's taste is that his performance is very unstable.

The current head of the Zenyuan family is an old man with a white beard who always wears a wine gourd. His name is Zenyuan Zhipiren.

It may be that he dreamed too much after being drunk. Although the old man was arrogant, he was still quite enlightened. After the civil strife, Fuheshier killed almost all the stubborn conservative forces, which gave him room to flex his muscles.

Although today's Chanyuan family still discriminates against the weak, the contempt for women and those without spell power has almost disappeared.

——Thinking about it, after all, they were almost wiped out by Fuheshier, who had no magic power.

Rather, the current Chanyuanists even tend to worship heaven and curses a little bit.

And the hardest-hit area is the person who is standing in front of a person and a cat, bearing the burden of humiliation and obeying orders to take them back to the monastery.

The son of Zenyuan Zhipiren, Zenyuan Zhizai.

"Hey." Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses, and said in a strange way, "Naozai, when did you dye your hair golden? Do you want to be Shier's golden retriever—"

Zenyuan Naoya: "...you shut up!!!"

Zenyuan Naozai, known as the little wolf dog with a poisonous tongue, the wolf is not important, the important thing is the dog.

The Chanyuan family who grew up before the civil strife, Zenyuan Naoya perfectly inherited his father's arrogance and the feudal remnants of the Zenyuan family's conservatives. He speaks well and will kill the stars, and he is rebellious and rebellious.

However, unfortunately, he and Gojo Satoru were born in the same generation.

In terms of unruliness, no one in this world can beat Young Master Wu Tiao.

Even Zenyuan Shier, who is a generation older than Wujo Wu, feels faintly overwhelmed by him, let alone Chanyuan Naozai, who is of the same generation as Wujo Wu.

It's basically like being slapped in the face since childhood. Looking at Wujo Wu is like looking at other people's children among other people's children. I can't wait to tie these three characters into a villain, burn them to ashes, and drink water to drive away evil spirits.

Zenyuan Naozai stabilized his collapsed mood, narrowed his fox-like phoenix eyes, and resumed his proud smile, "The next head of the Zenyuan family will come to pick you up in person, you should be grateful, Gojo Wu."

"Hey, Naoya is younger than me~" Wujo Wujo put his shoulders on his shoulders, not polite at all, "Call me, come, learn from me, brother Wujo~"

Zenyuan Naoya: "..."

A cross appeared on Zenyuan Naoya's head, and the smile on his face began to be a little unbearable.

"Why don't you talk? Don't be shy. After all, you can't beat me, and you will be the head of the house later than me, and you won't suffer if you call me brother." Gojo Satoru continued to work hard, crazy minefield, "I just want to be the head of the house so much." Lord, Naoya~"

"Hey, I can't help it." He sighed sadly at 45 degrees, "At any rate, I am also the man who became the head of the Wutiao family at the age of 15-if my lovely brother sincerely begs me, it is not impossible to teach you some secrets?"

"However." Wujo Wu raised his head pretending to be puzzled, "Isn't Hui the next head of the Chanyuan family?"

Zenyuan Naoya: "..."

Finally the string snapped open.

"It's me! It's me!! That guy doesn't want to be the head of the house at all, okay!!"

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