When can the vests have a tea party?

It took a few seconds before he found his voice.

"...Why do you think so?" Xia Youjie concealed his short gaffe as if nothing had happened, "The weak are naturally in a vulnerable position, and the strong have the responsibility to protect them. Is An Xin the one who is protected? Wouldn't it be more comfortable?"

Hearing this, Nao looked at him slightly surprised, "It's obviously Jie's idea, isn't it strange?"

She walked up to Xia Youjie and said solemnly: "Jie's point of view is 'right theory', right? From the standpoint of a strong man, it is a very lofty ideal."

"But for a weak person like me, it's a bit arrogant." Because it doesn't put ordinary people in the same position at all, but even if I raise it, it may be difficult to change the other party's mind for a while.But Nasu also respected Xia Youjie's point of view.

"Anyway, in a situation like today, I will still make the same choice."

"It's not because of strength or weakness, but because Jie is also my friend."

After a moment of silence, the black-haired young man joked, "I thought Nao thought of me as an older brother, but now it turns out he is a friend."

His evasion of the important but the less important did not make Mikawa Nao let him go.

"Brother Xia You's ideal is very big, and he can protect many people." She used her arms to show a large area.

"But my heart is small," she circled a small circle with her hands, "I can only protect a few people."

"Jay is one of them."

Xia Youjie was slightly speechless, and the casual expression on his face disappeared.

Immediately, he bent over and hugged Nao, half-jokingly said: "Then I will leave it to you."

Caught off guard, Nao subconsciously grabbed his collar and wrapped his arms around his warm neck.

Inexplicably feeling that she was being perfunctory, Nao felt a little confused.

The next day, Sanchuan's house.

It wasn't until Nao woke up the next day that she realized that since the first-year students were still performing tasks the previous afternoon, it was impossible for the second-year students to have a holiday.

So she made indirect inquiries on the line and asked Jiaruizi, and sure enough, she got the information that Xia Youjie asked for leave yesterday afternoon.

The question is, why does this person ask for leave to take himself out to play?Mikawa Nao couldn't understand it.

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to.

She quickened her pace to go back to the house for etiquette class, but was bumped into by the person at the door.

Nao took two steps back before she stabilized her body. When she looked up, wasn't this her cheap brother Mikawaha?

Ever since he was warned by Gojo Wujo and the others last time, he never came to pick on her again.But looking at his complexion now, he looked haggard as if he hadn't slept all night for a week.

Even though the two bumped into each other, Sanchuanye's eyes didn't fluctuate at all.As if he didn't see her, he changed direction and left like a wandering soul.

It looks like it was damaged by the mission.

Nao leaned on his chin and looked at his back, couldn't help wondering what kind of mission the other party took recently to be so tired.

Although the high-level conjurers are corrupt, they are still firm in their attitude of exorcising the curse spirits.The last time Gojo Satoru said "the teammate was injured by running away from the mission", it is estimated that the punishment will be very serious.Even his title of second-level conjurer may have an impact.

Nao recalled that Mikawaha seemed to have had a fierce quarrel with the Patriarch on this matter not long ago.

In fact, being born in the family of the conjurer J was quite miserable.Children who have inherited the family's spells have to fight against spells since childhood, while those who have not inherited the spells will become stepping stones to help them.

Her cheap brother Mikawaha is not only proud of his talent as a magician, but also jealous that Nao can be an ordinary person without fighting with magic spirits.

But how could it be possible for him to take all the benefits?He only saw that Nao's life seemed to be comfortable now, but he couldn't see how much exclusion she had experienced before, and that she was regarded by the head of the Sanchuan family as a tool to exchange benefits from the Gojo family.

Nao was thinking while making tea under the watchful eyes of the etiquette teacher.

Speaking of Gojo Satoru, in less than three months, Patriarch Sanchuan wanted to get some benefits from the Gojo family through her.All of these were temporarily fooled by her, but as time went on, I'm afraid the master became more and more impatient.

Now, her trumpet Chuxue Zhongyuan is barely gaining a foothold in Yokohama. If she breaks with Patriarch Sanchuan, it seems good to join Chuxue Zhongyuan.

A lock of white hair loomed in her hair.Since Lishen'ai turned into a ghost last time, even the main body seems to have been passively affected a little bit.

Basically positive effects.The body is lighter and the strength is also increasing. Although it is still far from the level of Lishen Ai, the malnutrition and frailty since childhood have almost disappeared.

She was able to help Xia Youjie in such a complicated situation in the haunted house before because her physical fitness was far superior to her peers.

The mutated lock of white hair is usually covered by her other black hair - after all, in the family education, hair dyeing is probably not her right.

The girl with neatly combed fair hair placed her scallion fingers on the handle of the teapot, and there were neatly arranged cups and bowls in front of her. Her movements were smooth and smooth, and with a light movement of her wrist, the steaming hot tea was poured into it almost equally. .

"Please." The girl bowed slightly.

The etiquette teacher with neatly combed hair stretched out his hand to take it, put it under his nose to sniff lightly, and then took a sip of tea.

"Not bad, there is progress." She commented.

Mikawa Nao showed a standard reserved smile that belonged to a lady, slightly covered the corners of her mouth with her sleeves, and her eyes automatically turned into a fan-shaped statistical chart with four points calm, three points generous, two points gentle, and one point delicate.

The etiquette teacher didn't know that she was actually thinking about whether to use the oven to roast meat or roast chicken at night.

midnight.

Nao got out of the bed, tied her hair casually, and slipped into the kitchen in a loose-fitting sportswear.

I don't know who brought it up to Patriarch Sanchuan, saying that as a normal lady of a big family, she shouldn't eat so much.So her dinner became half of what it used to be, which was very miserable.

Fortunately, she also has a dessert class, where she can keep unlimited sweets for herself—for the convenience of taking this class, a kitchen was specially set up in her yard.Therefore, it is not too much for her to sneak in to grill sausages in the middle of the night.

Just when Nao was about to touch the kitchen, she suddenly "smelled" a strong negative breath.

She was slightly taken aback, the familiar smell of spicy Shaqima seemed to come from her cheap brother.

Nasu jumped up lightly like a cat, and leaned on the courtyard wall silently by the branches of the nearby dwarf tree.

I saw Sanchuan Yezheng hurriedly dressed in his daily mission attire, looked around with a dark look, and continued to walk out when he saw that there was no one in the corridor.

This aroused Nao's curiosity instead.

Why did Sanchuanye hide from the people in his family to do missions?And so much negativity.

Relying on his recent improvement in physical fitness, Nao ran back to the house to get his glasses and put them on, adorning the sneaky Mikawaha from afar.

After seeing Sanchuan Ye sneaking out of the gate, she immediately straightened her back and took a taxi from a nearby street.Nao moved closer, just in time to hear his destination - Tokyo City Hospital.

So she simply stopped a taxi and reported the same place name.

At her urging, the taxi arrived 5 minutes earlier than Mikawa Ye.After she got off the car, she waited in an inconspicuous place nearby.Out of prudence, he also avoided the surveillance at the gate.

Even in the middle of the night, Tokyo City Hospital is still brightly lit, but the flow of people is less than during the day.

Mikawaha went straight into the hospital gate, Nasu pulled up the hood of her coat, bowed her head and followed closely behind.

Since Brother Cheap will come here, it means that there will be a curse spirit in this place.But ordinary people have not been evacuated. Is it okay to perform tasks like this?

Moreover, judging from his situation, he should have come here alone, without even contacting the auxiliary supervisor.

Soon, Nao's question was answered.

I saw Mikawa Ye all the way up to the top floor of the hospital.Maybe there was an accident, and the stairs leading to the top floor were blocked with red isolation tapes. Mikawa Ye ignored them, pushed them aside, and smashed open the iron door on the top floor with a magic tool.

"I found it." His voice was a little hoarse, and a pair of red eyes stared at the curse embryo conceived on the edge of the roof.

The dark red "curtain" was spread out by him, covering the entire top floor of the building.Nao hid behind a huge water tank without him noticing.

"As long as I kill you, I can regain the recognition of the Conjurer's Association, and the certificate of the second-level conjurer will not be revoked." Sanchuanye muttered to himself, with a look of desperate madness.

Listening to his rambling, Nao felt that she couldn't quite understand his persistence.For conjurers, if their strength cannot keep up with their level, they will face loss of life.The second-level sorcerer's license obtained by human relations will only make him lose his life earlier.

She pushed up her glasses and stared at the curse embryo that had been conceived.Moreover, this curse spirit doesn't seem to be a second-class one.

——Judging from the fluctuation of mana power and the degree to which it aroused her "appetite", it has already reached the threshold of quasi-level one.

However, Sanchuanye, who has been in a bad state of mind recently, didn't see this. He checked the task content in advance and said that there is a second-level curse spirit here. As long as he can exorcise this curse spirit alone, he will not No one would question the strength of his second-level magician.

San Chuanye drew out his spell tool, and slashed at the spell spirit with an axe.

The sleeping curse spirit was awakened, and countless densely packed eyes opened on its body, all staring at this human who dared to attack it.

In addition to the visual impact, its body began to stretch violently, and strangely shaped claws grew out.Sanchuanye stared at the countless pairs of eyes on the opponent's body for a second, and then felt dizzy.

Obviously that was the spell of this curse spirit, Sanchuanye hurriedly stepped back a few steps, trying to avoid the attack range.

However, he seriously underestimated the strength of the curse spirit, and the twisted giant hand of the curse spirit easily caught him.

"It hurts... it hurts..." the curse spirit murmured in a depressing tone, and at the same time squeezed San Chuanye's body held in its palm.

Sanchuanye screamed suddenly, the severe pain in his body made his crazy brain start to cool down, and the fear of death made his scalp feel cold for a moment.

Nasu watched secretly behind the water tank, she didn't have any magic power on her body, so as long as she didn't make a sound, the magic spirit wouldn't notice her at all.However, Sanchuanye's underestimation and stupid operation made her frown.

Whether to save this cheap brother is also a question.

Although Sanchuanye's behavior was impulsive this time, he came prepared.In severe pain, he took out a black round object from his waist pocket, put it near his mouth and tore off the ring on it, and threw it into the mouth of the curse spirit.

Originally, I didn't want to use this ordinary person's method. I really lost the face of the conjurer.

The huge explosion of the grenade was released from the curse spirit's stomach, blasting the curse spirit from the inside and severely injured.

Sanchuanye took the opportunity to break free from the hold of the curse spirit, and he was also affected by the aftermath of the explosion, with blood on his face, he staggered back.

However, the curse spirit was not blown into pieces, but seemed to be enraged as a whole, and began to output crazily, and the scattered pieces of meat on the ground wriggled rapidly.

San Chuanye's face was ugly, this curse spirit was already much stronger than the second level, he couldn't beat it at all, and the severe pain from the broken bones on his body made it difficult for him to concentrate.

He has the intention to quit.

However, the crazy curse spirit didn't intend to let him go at all, and the strong curse power of the counterattack hit him fiercely, causing Sanchuanye to fly backwards and hit the railing on the edge of the floor hard.

The railing on the top floor made a dangerous "squeak" sound, barely holding up under the deformed condition.

At this moment, Sanchuanye completely lost the ability to move, and slowly slid down the railing to the ground, clutching his chest, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Could it be that he was about to be killed by this curse spirit?

There was no way to retreat, his pupils reflected the sharp claws of the curse spirit.

As he was dying, he felt a pang of deep regret and resentment at why he had acted impulsively and at not having enough talent.

Can anyone come and save him!

Fear and blood loss made him unable to move, and he could only watch helplessly as the sharp claws were about to cut his head open.

The breeze passed by, bringing up a faint scent of incense that he was somewhat familiar with.

The long-haired kid in the hood landed lightly in front of him.

When the huge curse spirit came into contact with her, it seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, as if being sucked into a black hole, trying to struggle in vain, but it couldn't resist at all.

The strong wave of mantra stirred up a lock of white hair on the child.

For a moment, Sanchuanye thought that the gods had heard his prayer.

The curse spirit disappeared without a trace.

"Yo, can you still move?" the man said briskly, and turned his head to reveal a face that Sanchuanye hadn't expected.