My breeder is the strongest

Ye'e Zhengdao feels that this place is different from what he imagined.

Gaozhuan and Yusanjia are completely two systems, and it cannot be said that they look down on each other, at least the Yusanjia has a one-way chain of contempt for the conjuration Gaozhuan.

As a sorcerer from a "commoner" background, Ye Mo Zhengdao's usual understanding of the Yusan Family is limited to the gossip and rumors among his colleagues.

The rumored Wutiao family: traditional, rigorous, solemn.

The five houses in reality...

The servant ran in from the door slowly, his voice sounded like he was about to cry.

"Master, the owner said you can't come in!"

The rumored Wujo Satoru: capricious, cruel, terrifying.

Gojo Satoru in reality...

Master Wutiao turned a deaf ear to the advice of his servants, and he didn't care that Ye Mo Zhengdao didn't answer his question.

He picked up the kitten from the box, put it on the low table opposite the night moth, and asked questions abruptly.

"Jiu, it is known that the location of the mantra is moving towards you 300 meters away. It takes 13.69 seconds to reach your position from the time you hear the call of the mantra. How many seconds did the mantra actually move?"

The little Persian cat shook its head sleepily, used its paws to pick out the fifty-syllabary chart from the collar, and quickly answered.

"Thirteen, one o'clock, ninety-eight."

Master Wutiao moved the table forward three inches calmly.

It was written all over his face, "How about it, my kid, is he awesome or not?"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Ye'e said rightly: Who?Who is this tsundere kid who looks like a peacock spreading its tail?

Ye'e Zhengdao has a lot of inner activities, but she doesn't show it at all on her face.

The young master Wutiao, who has six eyes, can't read minds, so he didn't get his complaints. He raised his chin noblely and reservedly, and asked nonchalantly.

"cute?"

It looks like I'm going to start arguing with you after you say no.

Ye'e said rightly: "...cute."

This is not too much to say, although the behavior of Master Wutiao is hard to describe, but the cat is indeed cute.

However, Gojo Satoru didn't intend to let him go and make persistent efforts.

"Want it?"

Ye'e said rightly: "..."

Should he say he wants it, or doesn't he want it?

Fortunately, Master Gojo didn't intend to accept his answer.

"It's useless to want, Jiu is already my cat." Wujo Satoru answered first, "But, I can give you another chance——"

He deliberately paused for a second to create suspense.

"Be the guardian of Gojoku."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Noctua Zhengdao choked speechlessly.

I don't know whether to complain that he didn't say he wanted it first, or why a cat needs a guardian.

And the latter question was quickly answered.

Master Wutiao snapped his fingers, and the maid next to him presented an agreement.

Night Moth Zhengdao glanced at it. This is not a legal contract, but a "shackle".

The content has basically nothing to do with cats—looking around, it all starts with Gojo Satoru.

What is the guardian of "Wujojiu", in fact, it is the guardian of "Wujo Wu".

Noctua was silent for two seconds, but decided to ask, "This is...?"

"Any questions?"

Gojo Satoru folded his arms across his chest, confident and confident.

"Buy one get one free, buy a cat and give the owner away."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Outrageous, just fucking outrageous.

Night Moth Zhengdao has never been so speechless in his life.

He played it back in his mind at least three times before he was sure he had heard it right.

"You mean, let me be your guardian?"

"It's Wujojiu's guardian." Wujo Wu corrected him, "The name Wujo Wu will still stay in Wujo's house, but I'm not here."

He skipped the process of inquiring about his wishes, and went straight to explaining the details.

"My requirements are not high. I don't need to customize the furniture by hand. HIDA's finished products are fine. 800 million yuan for clothes, meals, desserts and snacks a month is enough. Considering going to school, I may not need this amount—"

Ye Mozheng said: ...is this not too demanding? ?

"Don't worry, someone will call you after the living expenses." Wujo Gou flexed his index finger and clicked on the corresponding position of the agreement, "You will also have to pay for the remuneration—this number is enough to tempt you."

Night Moth Zhengdao picked it up again, looked carefully, and was really surprised.

He also knew that the Wutiao family was rich before, but he didn't expect that the Wutiao family was so rich...

But it's not just about money.

Night Moth Zhengdao made an agreement and said solemnly.

"Does Patriarch Wutiao know about this?"

It's a trivial matter to pinch an identity, but once you get involved with the Wutiao family, no matter how small it is, it's not a small matter.

The magician of the Gojo family can't help Gojo Satoru, but he can embarrass other people around him.

Although there is a decree prohibiting conjurers from endangering the safety of ordinary people, if it is an "accident", you can do as much as you want, and the actual operation is more like a gray area.

"You don't have to worry about it." Gojo Satoru lazily stroked the cat's fur, "I will naturally negotiate with the higher-ups, and I will definitely not put your life at risk."

His tone was calm, as if he was talking about something completely irrelevant to him.

"The current me is of limited use to the Wutiao family. It's just a simple trade-off of pros and cons. The old man will make the right choice."

Noctua Moth Zhengdao's eyes focused on the agreement and remained silent.

This is actually not the first time he and Gojo Satoru have met.

To be exact, the first time we met was a month ago, when Wujo Natsuki was being escorted.

The street lamp cast a circle of light on the ground, and in the crowd, the boy with white hair and blue eyes could be seen at a glance.

Not only because of the outstanding appearance, but also because of the eyes.

The kind of high above, overlooking all living beings in the eyes.

That night, Ye Moth got into Gaozhuan's car on the right way, and the windows were slowly rolled up to isolate the noise from the outside world.

Taking a glance from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the file bag that was placed on the car at some point.

His fingers moved, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gojo Satoru got impatient and urged, "It's so slow, do you think about it?"

The words were a question, but Gojo Satoru didn't mean to ask at all.

In his opinion, it is an honor to be a guardian for himself, not to mention that he has investigated the basic situation of Noctua Moth Zhengdao, and the reward is definitely to the extent that he cannot refuse.

When the pie falls from the sky, only a fool refuses.

Ye Moth raised his head uprightly, already having a decision in his heart.

Gojo Satoru didn't wait for his answer at all, and continued confidently.

"Then, if the conditions are OK——"

In the next second, the voices of the two sounded at the same time.

"Be bound!"

"Sorry, I refuse."

Wutiaowu: "..."

The last time Master Wutiao was rejected by others, he was thrown all over his body when he bathed the cat.

And the last human who rejected Master Wutiao... Does this kind of human really exist?

"He refused!?" Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, "Why did he refuse??"

Young master Wutiao was furious, but in the room, everyone was busy with their own business, and few people paid attention to him.

The five hugged the pillow in the shape of a small dried fish for a long time, snoring and grinding their teeth.

Xia Youjie rested his chin, holding a cat teasing stick tied with feathers in his hand, dangling it in front of the kitty's eyes.

The little Persian cat stopped grinding its teeth, biting a corner of the pillow, its pupils followed the feathers and turned left and right.

Xia Youjie lifted his spirits——

The cat cub lowered his head uninterestedly, and continued to wrestle with his pillow.

Xia Youjie drooped his shoulders.

Xia Youjie: ...Hey.

He raised his head, paying attention to Gojo Satoru, "What did you just say?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Master Wutiao forcibly separated the cat from the pillow, lifted the cat up in a lion king posture, and forcibly occupied the center of attention, just about to explode.

Gojojiu blinked, stretched out his paw, and gently pressed Gojo Satoru's forehead.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment.

The pink meat pad is ice cold, like jelly pudding just taken out of the refrigerator. The world suddenly became very quiet at that moment, dispelling the sweltering heat and irritability of summer.

The feeling this time was even more obvious than that night a month ago.

That's not an illusion.

Xia Youjie called him back to his senses: "Enlightened?"

"Oh." Master Wutiao took a while to react, threw the cat dumpling on top of his head, and continued to lose his temper in a very anticlimactic manner.

"I said, you guys are too much..."

Xia Youjie:? ? ?

Who are you?