When can the vests have a tea party?

The scene in front of him was too absurd and too shocking, Patriarch Sanchuan's body swayed for a moment, and was sympathetically supported by the dog-legged servant next to him.

"Father, why are you all gathered here? Have you found Wujo-kun?" Sanchuanye, who knew nothing, also walked over, and when no one was in front of him, he raised his eyes and froze in place.

Before he could recover, he was woken up by Patriarch Sanchuan's slap on the head.

"Go back and entertain Patriarch Wutiao, everyone gathered here to hang Patriarch Wutiao in the front hall, what are you talking about!" Patriarch Sanchuan hurriedly whispered to him.

San Chuanye originally wanted to take a few more glances.After all, he was able to see Wujo Satoru, who always had his eyes above his head, doing such a thing.But because of his father's majesty, he still nodded, and walked back to entertain Wutiao Patriarch step by step.

Even though he had just finished his first year of high school, Gojo Satoru already considered himself the strongest in the world of conjuration, and that seemed to be the case.Countless people wanted to curry favor with the owner of Six Eyes, and Patriarch Sanchuan was no exception.

The purpose of inviting people from the Gotiao family to be guests this time is to help his son Ye, who is about to graduate from a high school in Kyoto, find a good job through his connections, and it would be great if he can get a recommendation letter from the Yusanjia.

Even if it doesn't work, it's a glorious thing to be able to invite Patriarch Wu Tiao to come to the house as a guest.

It's just that I didn't expect that the kid from Wutiao's family would come to this yard when he ran around. Even he himself had never been to this remote courtyard.

Sensing the commotion behind him, Gojo Satoru put on his sunglasses, straightened up slowly, and subconsciously twirled his index and middle fingers with his thumb. The fingertips seemed to have the delicate touch of the girl's skin, so that he didn't dare to use force at that time. .

The white-haired young man looked back at Patriarch Sanchuan who was waiting beside him with a worried face, his usual cynicism resumed on his face.

"Nao, go back to your own room, and you are not allowed to come out without my permission." Patriarch Mikawa lowered his head and looked at Nao Mikawa with a horrified expression. Then he raised his head, his face instantly turned into a gentle breeze and drizzle, and said with a slight bend: "Gojo Jun, I'm really sorry that my little girl ran into you, and I will discipline her properly later on."

The girl named by Patriarch Sanchuan nodded calmly and was about to turn around and go back to the house.

"It's also due to people's negligence, why did you come to such a remote small courtyard..." Patriarch Sanchuan said in a row, but was interrupted roughly by the young man.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Gojo Satoru looked at Patriarch Sanchuan expressionlessly.

He held down Mikawa Nao's head, not letting her go away. In fact, he wanted to hold down the shoulder, but the child was too short so he pressed the top of the head casually.

Patriarch Sanchuan's cold sweat came down "shua", he quickly apologized and said with a smile, "This... I really didn't mean that."

"My little daughter has always been naughty, and I don't have enough discipline. The main reason is that she was worried that she would offend you, so she went back immediately." The more Patriarch Sanchuan explained, Wujo Wu's face became more stinky.

Mikawa Nao seemed to smell a stronger smell of charcoal-grilled veal steak again in a trance, this time sprinkled with pepper and cumin, she couldn't help taking a deep breath, and greedily sucked some special flavor from the air, except Something other than air squinted in satisfaction.

The eyes behind the sunglasses of the white-haired youth glanced at her indiscriminately.

"Since you don't want her to go back, why don't you talk together in the front hall? It's cold here." Patriarch Sanchuan said.

He had never waited to see this daughter, but this time he got into trouble again. At this time, he became angry with Mikawa Nao, and only waited for Gojo Satoru to leave before punishing her.

Mikawa Nao leaned against the white-haired young man, stretched out his hand to grab his clothes, Gojo Satoru, who wanted to continue to be aggressive, felt the gentle pull of his waist, and the impatience in his heart was easily calmed down for some reason.

He curled his lips in displeasure, and easily wrapped the girl's cold little hand in his big hand to warm it, and mocked: "I know it's cold here, so I put her here to live."

Thinking about the future of his own family, Patriarch Sanchuan swallowed his anger and responded again and again, bending down to lead Gojo Wujo to the front hall, while making a promise: "I will arrange for someone to help her move out now and change to a better room."

"I was not full at the table just now, you can order more."

"Okay, I'll arrange it now." Patriarch Sanchuan's face was a little ugly, but he agreed.

"Bring her to the room she arranged, and just talk to the old man about anything. I don't want to go to the front hall and look at the faces of you people eating. It will turn off your appetite." Gojo Satoru stretched his waist.

"Okay, I'll arrange someone right away." Hearing his continuous requests, Patriarch Sanchuan's complexion turned from green to black, and he almost said through gritted teeth.

"There's nothing else to do, let's go." Gojo Satoru waved his hand, seeing the series of changes in Patriarch Sanchuan's face, his heart became happy instead.

Patriarch Sanchuan's face sank almost the moment he turned around.

He casually pointed to a servant and said, "I'm going to entertain Wutiao's Patriarch, you just try to satisfy Wutiao's request."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry, the sound of his footsteps landing on the ground was much louder than usual, obviously he was ruthless by Wutiao Wuqi.

Adults walk faster than children. Gojo Satoru takes one step, Mikawa Nao has to trot and take two steps to keep up.

While being stumbling and dragged by the other party, she secretly looked at the white-haired young man. The name Gojo Satoru seemed familiar, and this white-haired man seemed to have a certain sense of déjà vu.

There was some doubt in her heart, but she still wasn't sure.

The room that the servant led the way into was warm and warm, and it was not at the same level as the room that Mikawa Nao lived in.Delicious food was also placed on the table in the center of the room.

Smelling all kinds of delicacies, especially the particularly tempting aroma of fried tempura in the middle, Mikawa Nao suddenly became refreshed, and she subconsciously turned her gaze to Gojo Satoru to ask for approval.

Gojo Satoru easily understood the point of her gaze, reached out and picked up the largest tempura from the plate, brought it to her mouth, and asked, "Want to eat?"

The little girl nodded frantically, her brown eyes were shining brightly, and her complexion became lively because of this, unlike the cold doll who seemed to have no emotions before.

Gojo Satoru suddenly became playful, and dangled the tempura with chopsticks in front of the girl's eyes, watching her eyes turn left and right with the tempura.

So after rolling his eyes a few times and getting a little sour, Nao Mikawa watched Gojo Satoru take a bite, put the fried tempura into his mouth, and began to chew happily.

While eating, he said, "I don't know why, I don't like tempura very much, but this one tastes pretty good."

Mikawa Nao has dead fish eyes, so the series of actions just now are just to greed her, right?

"Interesting," Gojo Satoru put down his chopsticks at some point, and stared at her with his chin leaning on him, "There really isn't any magic power on him."

Ordinary people actually have mantras in their bodies, as long as they have negative emotions, mantras may be produced, but ordinary people cannot store mantras in their bodies, but radiate them freely to the outside world.On the other hand, conjurers can seal the magic power in the body and circulate it, and release it through spells when necessary.This is also the watershed that distinguishes conjurers from non-conjurers.

When Gojo Satoru first entered the small courtyard, he just habitually opened the no-lower-limit spell, but he didn't expect the magic power on his body to float faintly into the room. Although the amount was only a little, it was never seen before. status.

The girl in front of her is just an ordinary person no matter how she looks at it, but she doesn't even have the power of negative emotions to evaporate from ordinary people.

His teasing just now was also intentional, he simply wanted to use his six eyes to see if there were any "ordinary person" changes in her.

"Well, forget it, tell me, what's your name?" Gojo Satoru took another piece of tempura and asked with a smile.

The girl didn't speak, but gave him a suspicious look.

"If you tell me obediently, this piece of tempura will be yours." Gojo Satoru added.

Looking at the tempura fried until golden brown, the girl swallowed and gave in without hesitation.

"Mikawa Nao, my name." She said.

"Nao? Well, the name sounds good," the white-haired young man seemed to be thinking, but the food in the chopsticks was still refusing to drop, as if he didn't notice the girl's eager eyes on his chopsticks.

"You've definitely heard my name. Although it's not necessary, I still have to repeat it."

"I am Gojo Satoru, the strongest magician in Japan."

The young man tilted his head slightly to look at her, his eyes were covered by sunglasses, and his frivolous tone seemed to be joking.

Mikawa Nao blinked, if it wasn't for the appetite deep in her soul telling her that the person in front of her was indeed very strong, and unbelievably strong, this sloppy self-introduction would really be unbelievable.

She was about to speak when a large piece of fried tempura was suddenly thrust into her mouth by the other party.

So Gojo Satoru saw that the little girl with a delicate face and worn clothes slowly opened her eyes wide, covered her mouth with her small hands, and bulged her cheeks, and ate the food he handed over with satisfaction. The fried block, the background seems to start to float flowers.

With Liuyan's excellent ability to capture information, he even saw tears welling up in the child's eyes.

Mikawa Nao cried with joy, really, it has been six years since she traveled here, and she finally ate fried food, and it was still meat!

She hasn't eaten meat since she was two years old.

"Hey, isn't it, just a piece of fried tempura, so I won't cry..." Seeing the little girl in front of him cry, it seemed that it was his fault, Gojo Satoru was a little flustered.

He hastily picked it up with one hand, then easily grabbed Mikawa Nao by the back collar and lifted her up to the table, saying, "Can't I give you all the food on the table?"

After all, Gojo Satoru picked up another piece of the largest grilled salmon with chopsticks, and fed it directly to the child's mouth.

Nao Mikawa sniffled, saw the food in front of her eyes blurred with tears, opened her mouth to eat with the chopsticks in front of her, the piece of salmon was a bit big, so Gojo Satoru once again enjoyed the cute scene of the other party eating like a hamster.

The little girl's warm-toned eyes narrowed in satisfaction, and her long eyelashes flickered.

So cute, I want to raise it.