My breeder is the strongest

Xia Youjie took a deep breath, resisting the urge to hit someone... No, he couldn't help it!

He must teach this guy a lesson today!

Xia Youjie casually picked up the rice spoon in his hand, raised his elbow, twisted his body and sent it to his waist, and made a standard throwing motion - aiming at the back of the head of Wujo Wu, who was facing Wujo Jiushale.

Anyway, he has six eyes, this level will definitely bounce off with no lower limit.

However, man is not as good as heaven is, the wooden handle of the spoon flew out of the air and hit it precisely, the five young masters screamed and fell to the ground.

Xia Youjie: "..."

No, why did he really hit it!

Gojo Wujo clutched the back of his head in grief and anger, "Why did you hit me all of a sudden!!"

Xia Youjie looked away with a little guilt, "Then what, I thought you would definitely see it..."

He perfunctorily stretched out his hand to sweep across the air, "Fly away with pain."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru made a vomiting face.

Xia Youjie: "..."

I think you deserve this beating!

"I can't see it now." Gojo Satoru carried the cub wrapped in a small quilt from the circle to his body, and held it up to show him, "As for why—you ask him!"

He said indignantly, "I want to know too!"

Gojojiu: Innocent, innocent, weak and ordinary.

What kind of evil can a kitten have?

Things that could not be asked in Wujo's house can finally be clarified now.

Gojo Wujo lifted the child up fiercely, "Say, what the hell are you?"

Five Jiu shrank his neck, his ears drooped, and he pinched his tail.

Carefully replied, "Jiu... Wujou?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

I'm not asking this!

Gojo Satoru was speechless, thought about it, and found that there were too many problems, and he really didn't know where to start.

He randomly chose the nearest one, "How did you leave the side hall tonight?"

Wutiao understood this question for a long time. He held his head high and described it very specifically, "Swoosh, fly, go!"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

There is no difference between you fucking and not saying.

Seeing that his expression was wrong for a long time, Wujo tilted his head and said hesitantly, "Maybe it was a 'snap'...?"

Gojo Satoru: The problem is not which onomatopoeia to use, brother! !

"Okay, okay." Xia Youjie snatched the cub from him, "Don't force him, what does he know? He was swearing like you a week ago."

Gojo Satoru: ...I always feel that the blame on me has increased again.

Gojojiu escaped from Gojo Satoru, who was full of dangerous information, and immediately wrapped his hands, feet and tail around Xia Youjie's body, only a pair of upright cat ears and small half eyes protruded from behind him.

Shake and shake, to detect the enemy's situation.

Master Wutiao rubbed the back of his head and sighed, "...forget it."

Specifically, I will ask in detail when the noctuids come.

He clenched his hand into a fist and pointed his thumb to the next door.

"You, aren't you going back?"

"...Ah." Xia Youjie paused when he touched Wu Tiaojiu's head, "Let's wait."

When Xia Youjie turned around and walked out with Wutiaojiu in his arms, Wutiaowu turned his face away, and his voice was so small that it could almost be ignored.

"...Then what, today's matter, I said a bit too much."

The real one is quieter than mosquitoes, so small that you can participate in the mosquito silent flight competition and win the championship.

Then, Wu Tiaojiu, who was hiding behind Xia Youjie, shook his ears, quickly received the signal, poked his head out, and said loudly, "Jie! Wu said he was wrong, and he is sorry for you! Please forgive him!"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb! !

And what the hell, your words are completely different from the original meaning, okay? ?

Young master Wutiao was expressionless, he took a random piece of paper from the side, and started to make up things, "There are three ways to make cat broth, the first one is to peel the skin and cramps..."

Gojojiu retracted his head with a "whoosh", and whispered aggrievedly, "You obviously think so..."

The atmosphere was tense and tense, with swords drawn.

Xia Youjie looked at the one in his arms, then at the one behind him... burst out laughing.

"Well, I didn't hear anything."

He turned around, waved his hands, and surrendered.

"Feed me for a long time, and I will go back."

Wujo Jiurang made the rice, but when the rice was ready, he himself fell asleep first.

Wrapped in a small quilt with a cat's head painted on it, the child nestled into a ball in a corner, with his face buried in the quilt, his fingers half curled up, and he was snoring in sleep, only his ears and tail were exposed, shaking lightly from time to time.

Gojo Gojo came out with his meal in hand, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the boy in the corner.

When Xia Youjie came out of the kitchen with the freshly steamed white rice, what he saw was the big-sized young master Wujo, squatting next to the small-sized Wujojiu, staring at him.

Hearing Xia Youjie's footsteps, he turned his head and made a "shh" gesture.

Pointing to the little brat in front of him, making a mouth shape.

【Fell asleep. 】

Xia Youjie also put down the bowl lightly—walked to the two of them, stretched his neck, and poked his head up, down, left, and right to check whether Gojo Wu was hiding any crime tools.

No?really not?

He whispered suspiciously, "What are you doing squatting here? Aren't you holding an oil-based pen or something to paint a beard on Jiu's face?"

Gojo Satoru: "... Is this what I look like in your eyes?"

"No." Xia Youjie shook his head firmly, "Your image in my heart is much worse than this."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Master Wutiao ignored him, turned his head back, and carefully stretched out his hand——lightly touched the exposed part of the child's cheek.

Cool and soft.

Incredibly soft.

Wutiaojiu muttered something, and buried his face deeper in the quilt.

Young master Wutiao rested his chin, thoughtful.

"It's just... pretty amazing."

The moment Wutiao Jiu fell asleep, Liuyan's information flow came back.

However, it wasn't just the original six eyes that came back.

He began to vaguely feel that this little thing in front of him had established some kind of subtle connection with himself.

This may be the closest to "understanding" at the age of Wujo Wuchang.

Master Wutiao waved the bowl in his hand, "Eat."

Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie were the last to eat the meal cooked for Wujojiu.

"You go to school later? What about after that?"

"Let him go to kindergarten." Gojo Satoru said vaguely, "He's too ignorant of common sense."

Xia Youjie: "...you are ashamed to say that."

You are the one with the least common sense.

"However." Xia Youjie became worried again, "The ears and tail..."

"It should be fine, it's just that I haven't eaten enough...forget it." Gojo Gou paused, "I'll teach it myself, and I'll go out after he stabilizes."

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, "Otherwise he would be so stupid, he would come back and hug me and cry when he was bullied."

Xia Youjie: ...Is this still Wujo Wu who called people to wake up at [-]:[-] in the morning? ?

Master, you have changed.

You are not cool anymore.

"Hey." Master Wutiao said dissatisfied, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing." Xia Youjie sighed, "I just didn't expect that there would be a day when you would think about others."

"nor."

Gojo Satoru held his chin, looked away, and muttered.

"……that is."

That's what.

He couldn't tell himself.

Xia Youjie went back after eating. Of course, he couldn't enter through the door.

He looked at the drainpipes downstairs, and the mantra ignited in his palm.

It's time to show what real technology is.

Xia Youjie lived on the third floor. He deformed the water pipe in three places. After all the hardships, he finally returned to his room.

Xia Youjie: ... next time I won't jump off the building casually again.

Going down is easy and going up is hard.

The tiredness of the day only showed up belatedly when I returned to the house.

He moved his sore neck and turned on the light in the room.

His gaze fell on the desk in front of him.

On the messy papers and books is a carefully sealed dinner with plastic wrap.

The apartment has three bedrooms, one of which was converted into a cat's nest at the request of Mr. Gojo.

Gojo Satoru was like a crane delivering children, he picked up Wujojiu by the corner of the quilt, first carried it to the door of the guest room, paused for two seconds, and then carried it back to the room where he was going to sleep.

The child trembled in the quilt as he walked, shaking, shaking, shaking.

When Gojo Satoru put the child on the bed, Gojojiu's tail went up and down, and with a big flick, a package of shiny gold flat candy came out from the tip of the tail.

……what?

Young Master Wutiao picked up the candy, peeled off the wrapper, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Simply throw it into your mouth and crunch it into pieces.

Just an ordinary candy.

It's delicious, it looks like the kind purchased in a side hall.

He raised the Wutiaojiu in his hand again - and flicked it even more.

This time, a thin stack of yellow paper fluttered from the tip of the tail, and the goddess scattered flowers.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Isn't this the spell paper he's been looking for for a long time but hasn't found yet? ?

He said, he never lost anything!

Young Master Wu Tiao raised the cub in his hand even higher - and shook it down violently.

The messy little things fell off the bed.

Among them, there is a familiar black ball.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Co-author, you didn't eat it, but collected it! ?

The author has something to say: Wait for Huzi to enter school.

Gojo Satoru: Come Youruhito, I'll give you a finger.

(Speaking, picking up the cat and shaking)