My breeder is the strongest

The curse embryo, originally meant to be a special curse that mutates when resentment gathers, is endowed with infinite reverie by human beings.

Since the accumulated resentment can generate a curse—is it possible, like giving birth to a fetus, to create a curse spirit that can be domesticated and driven by humans?

"You mean." Xia Youjie frowned, "Jiu was artificially created?"

"Not necessarily." Gojo Satoru put his hands behind his head, "Because according to ancient records, this is just a concept...and it has been lost for many years, which means that everyone just thinks about it."

"However, if this is true." Gojo Satoru continued, "Imagine that people have to eat in order to grow up—"

"The curse spirit wants to grow up, what does it need to eat?"

Whatever that is, chances are it means trouble.

If the owner came to the door, the Wutiao family would probably let him hand over the cat. Even if they were willing to keep it, they would definitely take the opportunity to threaten it and exchange it for something.

"so."

Gojo Satoru came to a conclusion.

"Before that, we have to move out of Wutiao's house as soon as possible."

Xia Youjie: "They agree with you to move out?"

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes, "Why do you think I haven't left yet?"

Xia Youjie let out an "uh", "Then what are you going to do?"

He thought about it, and was about to say no. He discussed with his parents and asked Gojo Satoru to spend the night at his house, when he heard voices of disgust coming from the opposite side.

"You don't want me to go to your house, do you? Impossible, impossible, can you sleep in your place?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

I think about this guy again I'm a dog, a dog!

"It's okay." Wujo Wu lay back lazily, "I have my own way."

Xia Youjie went back after dinner, Wujo Wu sent him to the door, and returned to the room with his pocket.

As soon as he opened the door, Bai Tuanzi swooped over with his four paws on his clothes, grunting and arching his hands in his pockets.

The fluffy warm ball got into his palm, changed direction, and a kitten's head poked out from his pocket.

Then he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Hmph." Wujo Wujo stopped talking nonchalantly, "You are too clingy."

Young master Wutiao, who disliked being clingy, didn't take out his glued hand from his pocket.

He insisted on using one hand to complete a series of difficult movements from washing his face to rinsing. He didn't take out the drowsy cat until he changed his clothes and put it next to the pillow.

Turn off the lights.

Gojo Satoru lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

His sleep time is often very short, because even with his eyes closed, the information about the world will come unsolicited.

A crow three meters away jumped into the nest with a coin in its mouth. A disgusting-looking curse spirit was hidden behind a locust tree two meters away. The maids gathered in the lounge to gossip, and a lonely girl stayed alone in the corner. Extraordinarily strong magic power overflowed.

However, when sleeping next to a kitten, sleepiness always comes very quickly.

The noise of the world all calmed down at this moment.

Maybe it's because, two centimeters away, a small life is trembling, exuding his unique aura.

"What a troublesome fellow."

Gojo Satoru yawned and muttered vaguely.

He turned over, and the white-haired boy was lying on his side on the bed hugging the quilt, with the tip of his nose facing the cat ball of the same color, only a short distance away.

Well, forget it.

Five Enlightenments.

Trouble is trouble.

"Anyway, I'm the strongest."