My breeder is the strongest

Pet store opening promotion, buy pets and get supplies.

The signboard is made of high-quality bamboo and pine wood, and the decoration is in a typical Japanese style. There is a cat on the left and a dog on the right. In the most conspicuous glass window facing the street, there is a snow-white fluffy Persian cat sitting upright.

The blue eyes are like glass beads on the mouth of a marble soda bottle, refracting broken and shiny reflections.

Of course, cats are very elegant, and the price is also very beautiful. The crowds come and go, and most of them are watching the excitement.

A boy with short black hair, squinting eyes, wearing black short-sleeved shorts, stood outside the window and stared at the cat.

Gojo Satoru walked beside him in his pocket.

"You like cats?"

The squinting boy turned his head to look at him, then turned back to look at the cat.

"I can't say." He paused, then added, "I just think it looks pretty good."

The boy rolled his eyes, glanced at the cat head on Gojo Satoru, and asked back.

"You like cats?"

"I don't like it." Gojo Satoru replied simply, "It's too weak, it's not fun."

The boy doubted, "Then your clothes..."

"I didn't choose it myself."

Boy: "...Oh."

Wujo Wujo said unhappily, "What kind of expression is that on your face?"

"It's nothing." The boy turned his head nonchalantly, and turned his gaze to the direction of the counter, "I just want to ask, you——have you seen it?"

It was a man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing elegant silver-rimmed glasses, and carrying a shiny leather briefcase.

At first glance, it looked like a human being, but within one meter behind, it seemed to be emptied by something, and no one approached.

In another perspective, the bloated and twisted monster has eyes all over its body, and its squat limbs are waving in the air, grabbing everything and stuffing it into its drooling, fanged mouth.

Large and small eyes moved irregularly, one stopped suddenly, then the second, and the third—all eyes finally looked in the same direction.

Make eye contact with the two.

Gojo Satoru: "Wow."

The boy rang the alarm, grabbed Gojo Satoru's hand and wanted to turn around and run, but it was too late——

The curse spirit who was found opened his mouth, let out a shrill laugh, and his head swelled instantly, filling the entire pet shop in an instant, crushing the hanging lamp above his head, and swallowing the elegant Persian cat in one bite, his fangs smashed like glass Like smashing a window.

The boy's heart skipped a beat, he subconsciously clenched Gojo Satoru's hand, and tightly closed his eyes.

The imagined pain did not come.

He carefully opened his eyes a crack, and his sharp, foul-smelling fangs rested on the top of the white-haired boy's head, only one centimeter from his forehead.

The man still stood expressionless, as if the bloody mouth that would close in the next second did not exist.

"I won the lottery." Gojo Satoru slowly stretched out a hand, "Then let us..."

The boy stood there blankly, the man calmly looked like a god, his icy blue pupils shone brightly in the sun, although he was the same size as him, he exuded a completely different aura.

The next second, when the five fingers touched, Gojo Satoru instantly showed a disgusted expression, he pushed the curse spirit back suddenly, and looked at the boy next to him inexplicably——

"What are you doing standing there?"

Turn around quickly, lift your legs and take a step.

"Don't run fast!?"

boy:"……"

"What's your name?"

"...Xia Youjie."

"Very good, Jie." Gojo Satoru said calmly while running, "Since you can see the curse spirit, what is the technique? Can you get rid of this guy?"

Xia Youjie: "...What does the technique mean?"

"Cut." Gojo Wujo turned his head and spat in disgust, "It's not a family of magicians, bad luck."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Why does this person feel so unreliable? ?

With the enemy at hand, no teammate, no matter how piggy they are, will not have their turn to choose.

Manu Ling dragged the fainted man in suit to chase after him. The two made a sharp turn, but when they looked up, they found that it was a dead end full of sundries.

Gojo Wu stepped back half a step, grabbed Xia Youjie's collar with his right hand, exerted strength with his feet, and rushed forward with big strides—the wind blew his short flying hair.

In mid-air, he approached the stiff Xia Youjie's ear.

"Since you have no choice, then listen to me, we will be like this later..."

In the courtyard of Wujo's family, several people are confronting each other.

"Why did you run away again! How many times this month!?"

The person who roared was the steward of the Gojo family, and Gojo Natsuki, Gojo Satoru's cousin.

Like Wujo Satoru's other peers, his incantation talent only stops at the third level.

After graduation, he gave up his job as an assistant supervisor and returned to his family, and climbed to his current position step by step, in order to assist the newly born genius, Gojo Satoru, and support him to become the next Patriarch.

In Yusan's family, the Wutiao family members are not rare, but there are very few people who are talented in spells. At this price, Wujo Wu, a genius, was born.

If Gojo Satoru is the wheel that changes history, they will be the indispensable bearings on the wheel of history.

Gojo Natsuki has always believed so firmly.

But obviously, the current owner has a different opinion on this.

"Run away, you little brat." He snorted, "I only gave him some face after inheriting the six-eyes and family-inherited spells. You won't really treat him as a treasure, will you?"

Gojo Natsuki was reprimanding the patrolling guards, and when he heard this, he smiled, "I'm afraid the Patriarch's words are biased."

"If inheriting the six eyes and the enlightenment without lower limit are not treasures, then what are you who don't have both?"

"You!" The magician standing next to the Patriarch stepped forward, "The Patriarch is here, how can you be so rude!"

"Some people know why I am rude." Gojo Natsuki sneered, "There are five first-level magicians in the family, and even a ten-year-old child can't stand it? I think your levels are all fed to dogs! "

"The ugly words are up front. If something goes wrong, you don't even want to take out any of the Wutiao family's assets!"

"Five Natsuki." The sorcerer couldn't bear it anymore, "Don't be too..."

"Okay, okay." Patriarch Wutiao interrupted him impatiently, "What are you doing so angry? I just said that you are too anxious, and you didn't say you don't want to look for it?"

"Let's talk about it." He took a sip of tea unhurriedly, "What's the use of being anxious? With that kid's ability, he insisted on running away. Can you guys find out where he is—"

Before the head of the house finished speaking, the servant ran in from the door shouting.

"Young Master, Young Master...Young Master has been found!"

Patriarch Wutiao's face froze.

Gojo Natsuki beamed with joy, and quickly asked, "What's going on? How did you find it? Where is he? Send a guard to pick him up immediately!"

"This, this..." The servant hesitantly pointed to the turned off TV in the room, "Specifically, you can watch it yourself..."

Natsuki Gojo cheerfully turned on the TV—the smile froze on her face.

On the TV was the news broadcast. The crowds on both sides separated into a passage, and two children, one black and one white, galloped past.

Behind... followed by a levitating, naked/naked man.

The host held the manuscript, with doubts about life written all over his face.

"The following is an urgent news. At 37:[-] in the morning, in Shibuya Commercial Street, a man... was floating in the air naked/naked? Suspected to be chasing two children in front??"

"Next, let's connect with the live reporters..."