When can the vests have a tea party?

Chuxue Zhongyuan looked away from the racetrack and turned around suspiciously.

I saw a middle-aged man in a suit coming from the aisle with empty seats in the back. His short hair and two beards were well-groomed, and even the tie on his chest was meticulous.

— very much like an insurance seller.

However, why did he call the Buddhist monastery?

"Your friend?" Zhongyuan Chuxue poked Fu Heisher who was lying on the seat next to him like an uncle.

He is tall, and the distance between the seats is still a bit cramped for such a person with long hands and long legs, so he simply raised his legs and put them on the back of the chair in the front row, leaning back comfortably with his broad back seat.

As soon as the middle-aged man approached, he noticed Chuxue of the Central Plains who had been blocked by Fu Heisher.

The girl has conspicuous blond hair, beautiful and delicate features, and is looking at him curiously with a pair of clear blue eyes.

Kong Shiyu was slightly surprised, and his original words were choked in his throat for a while, and he said instead: "When did you have another child?"

"What?" Fu Heisher blinked, and after realizing it, he patted the girl's head casually, and her originally smooth blond hair was immediately messed up.

"She's not my child," he said with a thoughtful expression, "she's a temporary employer."

"Oh, so it's the employer." Kong Shiyu sat down on the chair on the other side.

After a few seconds.

"Employer??!" The middle-aged man exclaimed, causing the audience near the stands to look away from the game to look at him.

"Hey, keep a low profile." Fuheshier warned him, "I'm still on the wanted list of the Port Mafia."

After being surprised, Kong Shiyu lowered his voice: "Such a young employer? Zenyuan, you have fallen. I didn't expect you to go down to such a young girl."

He showed a scumbag expression.

The "human scum" didn't notice it, but corrected him: "My surname is no longer Zenyuan. I have married, and now my surname is Fuhei."

Kong Shiyu's eyes drifted uncontrollably to the girl next to him, touched Fu Heisher's shoulder, and said, "So this child's surname is also Fu Hei?"

"She's not. As I told you, she's a temporary employer." The black-haired man sarcastically mercilessly said, "I haven't seen you for a while, and your comprehension has dropped a lot. How can I rest assured that you will be a task intermediary?"

"...No, obviously your social circle is too weird." Kong Shiyu complained.

"Since this is the case, the final payment for Hong Kong Hei's mission will be paid in two days." He looked around the field, "There is also a new mission, which is from the conjurer's side."

"Let's talk." Fu Heisher lazily crossed his legs and leaned against the back of the chair.

Kong Shiyu's eyes fell on the little girl on the other side who seemed to be concentrating on watching the horse race again: "Is it right here?"

It's not good for children to hear such things.

"It's okay, let's talk directly." Fu Heisher said.

The relationship between people with supernatural powers and conjurers has never been close, not to mention that Chuxue Zhongyuan is still a child living on Radium Bowl Street, and it is impossible to get in touch with things related to curses, and it doesn't matter if they are heard.

However, in fact, Zhongyuan Chuxue seemed to be watching the racecourse seriously, but in fact she had already secretly pricked up her ears, trying to hear what they were saying.

After all, when she was using the large "Mikawa Nao", the first time she met him, she noted the name "Fuheshier" in her phone.However, I didn't expect Shi Er to be surnamed "Chan Yuan" before.

The Chanyuan family, one of the three families of conjurers, is a big family with ancient inheritance.Thousands of years ago, her trumpet Li Shen'ai even took the initiative to fight with the Buddhist monks.

In her memory of her previous life, Maki, the senior sister of Knotweed in the main story, was from a Chanyuan family.

However, when it first appeared, this family seemed to be a villain, such as using family power to suppress Maki and prevent her from raising her magician level.

So, what is the reason for Fu Heisher to leave the family and change his surname?

Thinking of the opponent's title of "Sorcerer Killer", Zhongyuan Chuxue's gaze towards the racecourse began to wander.

"Pan Xing Sect wants to hire you to assassinate the astral body, and the reward is very generous." Kong Shiyu said, "Do you want to take this job?"

"Accept." Fu Heisher's answer was very straightforward, "If there is no accident, the Conjurer's Association should send the young master of the Wutiao family to escort him."

"That's true. Come on." Kong Shiyu stood up, "I'm leaving."

This conversation with a huge amount of information shocked Zhongyuan Chuxue for a while.

The young master of the Wutiao family, after counting, only Wutiao realized it.Therefore, if the man next to me accepts the assassination mission, he may also conflict with Wujo Wu.

"You have another child?" She opened her mouth, but she asked about something else. The word "again" that the man in the suit said earlier also caught her attention.

Fu Heisher was engrossed in watching the game ahead, and when the referee announced the result, he slumped back to his seat like a boneless person, "Ah, we lost again."

However, Zhongyuan Chuxue was not distracted at all, and still stared at him with burning eyes, waiting for the other party's answer.

"You mean a son? There is one." He said indifferently, "It's not a big deal."

Of course it's a big deal, Zhongyuan Chuxue couldn't wait to grab his collar and ask if his son's name was "Fu Hei Hui".

After all, this is a member of the protagonist group of the boy manga, the kind who topped the weekly popular TOP.

However, as a girl who only lives in Raibo Street and has never been out of Yokohama before, it is normal to ask more questions, and it will be very strange to continue to ask.Especially Fuhesher's casual attitude obviously means that he doesn't want to talk about it.

Central Plains Chuxue had no choice but to temporarily give up investigating.

That night, after returning to Yokohama from Kyoto.

Zhongyuan Chuxue lay on the bed with her eyes closed, and began to integrate information silently.

Since Gojo Satoru is still alive ten years later, and has even become the ceiling of combat power in the magic world, it means that Fu Heisher must have failed in the assassination.But ten years later, in stark contrast to Gojo Satoru who was alive and kicking, Fuheisher found no such person.

With his strength, it is impossible not to have a name.There are only two situations. The first one is that she has not seen the plot of Fu Heisher's appearance, after all, it was still being serialized at that time; in the second mission.

According to Fuheshier's character of not being serious about anything, it is really possible to die young.

——Fuheshier, who was blowing air on the recliner in the yard, sneezed, looked around, and suspected that his physical fitness had actually declined.

Zhongyuan Chuxue couldn't help thinking, could it be that he fell into this mission, so Fu Heihui learned spells from Wutiao Wu?

With her butterfly effect and this hodgepodge of comprehensive worlds, the plot may not be sure which way to go, so it's better to keep an eye on it.

Soon after, Gojo House.

"Are you going on a business trip?" Mikawa Nao knelt on the futon in a standard posture, every movement was pleasing to the eye.

She picked up the saucer and took a sip of herbal tea.

"That's right." The black-haired young man sat cross-legged across from her, and there was a lock of very characteristic long hair on his forehead, which swayed gently with the breeze blowing from the window.

Next to him was a white-haired young man who was lying on the table, occupying most of the table. The sunglasses on the bridge of his nose were skewed to one side because of his lying posture.

Both of them were wearing dark high school uniforms, which looked extraordinarily thin-waisted and long-legged.

"When are you going to leave?" Mikawa Nao lowered his eyes and thought, "The mission that requires the two of you to dispatch together is definitely very important."

"Leave tomorrow." Gojo Satoru sat up slightly and took a sip of the herbal tea in front of him.

He frowned slightly: "Tsk, it's not sweet."

"This kind of herbal tea is not suitable for adding sugar." Xia Youjie said with a sidelong glance at him.

"We probably won't have time to come to you in the next few days." The black-haired young man with a pair of fox eyes said, the dark round ornaments on the earlobe also reflected the transparent light, "If you need my help, please tell me in advance .”

"It doesn't matter if you can't think of it temporarily, you can contact Line when the time comes."

"Jie, are you so distrustful of the Wujo family's financial resources?" Gojo Wu crossed one leg and put his arm on the knee of the other leg that was propped up.

He turned his head and said to Mikawa Nao: "If you want anything, just give them orders in the clan. If you dare to neglect you, I will beat them up when I come back."

While talking, Gojo Satoru reached out and took out a macaron from the plate in the middle of the table, bit off most of it in one bite, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"I need something I can go out and buy by myself," Nao Mikawa shook her head slightly, "But you, there must be many dangers in doing the mission, so pay attention to safety." She already had a vague guess about the content of their mission in her heart, so in words Also made a little reminder.

However, the two male high school students did not understand her hint at all.

"I'm the strongest." Gojo Wu grabbed Xia Youjie's shoulders, "Jie is too."

"With our help, there will be absolutely no problem." He said decisively.

Mikawa Nao: ...Why does it feel like there is an illusion that the Flag is standing.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Xia Youjie brushed away Wu Tiaowu's arms hanging around his neck, and comforted him: "Don't worry, it's just an ordinary escort mission, and I'll be back in three days at most."

He gave away a little information.

It is not a strict secret that Mr. Tian Yuan's technique is about to be initialized. People with ulterior motives probably already know the news.The matter of the two of them escorting the astral body will soon spread, so it is not out of the ordinary to tell Nao part of it.

However, upon hearing this, Nao Mikawa became more and more convinced of his conjecture.

When she was reading the collection of books in Wujo's house, she knew what kind of astral body exists.To put it simply, every 500 years, a person who is an "star plasma body" is sacrificed to ensure the immortality of a person named "Tianyuan", because his spells can maintain the stability of the entire enchantment world.

Calculate the time, it should be this time.

"You know?" Gojo Satoru said, he seemed to be sitting there casually, but in fact the six eyes were still capturing a lot of information all the time.The girl's expression of enlightenment couldn't escape his perception at all.

"Well, I know a little bit about it." Mikawa Nao pursed her lips slightly, a little silent.

The task of the two of them is to escort a person to sacrifice to Tianyuan. Although the magic world calls it "Assimilation", it is actually to let two underage male high school students send an innocent person to death and become an indirect murderer. .

"Do you think we are cruel?" Xia Youjie looked down at the clear tea in the cup in front of him, which contained his expressionless reflection, "I just want to sacrifice the interests of a small number of people to ensure the interests of the majority. Normal life."

"No way." Mikawa Nao shook his head, "The cruel one is obviously the high-level person who sent you this task."

"Jie, why are you so sentimental lately?" Gojo Satoru patted the table, "We are the strongest, so naturally we want to do whatever we want!"

Xia Youjie was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses, and then he stretched out his fist and hit the white-haired young man's shoulder: "What sentimentality, I was just thinking."

"Anyway, I still wish you prosperous martial arts." Mikawa Nao said.

In a trance, she felt like returning to the Heian period, when she was a member of the ghost killing team every time she went on a mission to kill ghosts.At that time, the logistics staff would also give these blessings to the swordsmen every time.

"The mission is to follow your own ideas."

"keep in touch."