Uncle Su Nuo is my father

Yidizhi Jiegao was stunned for a moment.

After realizing the meaning of this sentence——

"??!!!"

He was horrified, and hurriedly fixed the glasses that had slipped from the shock, not daring to say: "You, are you serious?!"

Throwing such a small milk ball into the curse spirit nest? !Isn't he afraid that Little Naituan's brother will rush over to settle accounts with him? !

Yidizhi Jiegao subconsciously forgot the identity of Xiao Naituan, and when he suddenly remembered, his expression suddenly became subtle.

He is still struggling to die: "Even if Sayinru is a super cub..."

If this is thrown into the curse spirit nest, will it be bullied?

After all, she is so small, a few first-level curse spirits can overwhelm her.

Gojo Wu bent down and picked up the small milk ball, leaned forward and bit the pink and elastic face, and said vaguely: "Ah - I lied to you."

"........."

The corner of Yidizhi Jiegao's mouth twitched, but he was finally relieved, luckily it was just a joke...

As soon as this idea came to mind, he heard Gojo Satoru's next words.

"Well, it's probably about the same."

Yidizhi Jiegao: "????"

Is there any difference between this and this? !

Accidentally, Yidizhi Jiegao said what was in his heart.

"Of course there is a difference—" Gojo Wu let go of his mouth, pinched the chubby face of the little milk ball, and said with satisfaction: "The former was thrown into the nest of curse spirits, and the latter was watched by me."

"?!"

This difference is not big at all! !

Yiji Jiegao: "..."

He shouldn't have believed what this guy said.

What Gojo Satoru decided to do, basically no one could stop him, but if he was watching from the side, the overwhelming curse might not happen.

Yidizhi Jiegao only hopes that this cub can grow up quickly.

"Sobbing~ Uncle smelly, don't bite the sound!"

The little Naituan couldn't understand their conversation, and angrily stretched out her chubby little hand to push Wujo Wu's face away, rubbed his face, and scolded him in a childish voice: "Smelly uncle is bad!"

Gojo Satoru saw the light teeth marks on her face, and immediately burst out laughing happily, rubbing her head vigorously with his big hand, and messing up Yiji Jiegao's tied Jiujiu by the way.

By the time Xiao Naituan realized it was too late, her tweets were gone.

Shayinru quickly touched her head, bewildered.

"Sound chirping?"

"Nope~"

Gojo Satoru held two small pink hair ties in his hands, and deliberately handed them to Xiao Naituan for her to see, and comforted him, "It looks good without jiujiu."

When he was done, he laughed.

The little Naituan puffed up her cheeks in anger: "..."

Yiji Jiegao: "..."

Maybe he should tell Xiao Naituan's elder brother that Gojo Satoru is no longer a man, and he only bullies children.

"Okay, I'll take you to eat dessert." Wujo Wu put the hair tie on her wrist, saw her furiously stroking her hair, hugged Nai Tuanzi and walked towards the nearby street, saying, "Since you've come Sendai, then I have to go buy some edamame raw milk and go back to Kikufu."

"Kikufu?!"

Hearing that there is something to eat, the little Naituan didn't care about the hair for a moment, and grabbed Wujo Wu's collar with her little hand, and said softly, "Is it the one that Yinyin ate last time?"

"right."

"That sound needs to be eaten."

"Okay, let's go buy it."

Gojo Satoru: This little cub is so cute!

Yidizhi Jiegao looked at the two people who were walking farther and farther away, sighed helplessly, and hastened to catch up, followed Wujo Wu, and continued to question.

"Mr. Wujo, where do we need to go after we buy desserts?"

Gojo Satoru's missions are all assigned by the superior alone, even he who is the assistant of the spell may not be clear about it.

"Just walk around—"

Yidizhi Jiegao pushed up his glasses and asked, "Then about the cursed spirit nest?"

"I'm joking about this matter." Gojo Satoru said indifferently, after a pause, he added another sentence: "I have my own plans."

In fact, he changed his mind temporarily again, but there is no need to tell Yidizhi Jiegao about this.

"???"

Is this serious? !Is he the only one who takes this seriously? ?

So, what is his plan?

Yidizhi Jiegao looked at the little milk ball in his arms from time to time, and almost broke his heart. It was obviously just a super cub, but he subconsciously treated it as a human cub.

...It can only be said that such a well-behaved and cute cub is too easy to attract the love of adults, and these loves have nothing to do with status.

It's just, pure love for the cubs.

When he came to Gojo Satoru's favorite dessert shop, there were few people outside, and he walked to the front desk of the shop without any hindrance.

Gojo Satoru hugged the little milk ball with one hand, and asked the waiter, "Is there any more edamame raw milk Xijiufu?"

"I'm very sorry, this Xijiufu is sold out, would you like to see other flavors?" The clerk looked at him apologetically.

Gojo Satoru didn't show any emotion on his face, he looked down at the little milk ball in his arms who was eagerly waiting for Kikufu, and nodded slightly: "Give me one of each flavor."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Not long after, Master Yidizhijie followed Wujo Wu out of the dessert shop with two or three bags in his hand.

Originally, he was just planning to buy Xijiufu, but it turned out that Gojo Satoru bought three more copies of Xiao Naituan's favorite mango pudding, as well as other odds and ends of desserts, etc., and bought three big bags in total.

These desserts add up to an excess of sugar.

Yidizhi Jiegao began to worry about Xiaonaituan, Gojo Satoru couldn't control him, but Xiaonaituan's words——

Maybe I can ask Mr. Qihai to take care of it?

Yidizhi Jiegao was secretly rubbing his hands and preparing to inform Qihai Jianren.

"Then next—" Wujo Wu stood on the street, hugged the little milk ball with one hand, and took out his mobile phone to check the upcoming mission information, "Yi Dizhi, you go back to the high school first."

"Huh?" Hearing this suddenly, Yidizhi Jiegao looked surprised: "But——"

Will you take care of the little milk ball?

Gojo Satoru saw at a glance what he hadn't finished speaking, stroked his chin lightly and said, "I'll take Xiaoyinyin back later."

On the Sendai side, there are still one or two single missions for spell spirits. Although they are only two or three levels of spell spirits, the magic world is short of manpower, so Gojo Wu will simply follow up.

"—Really don't need me to wait for you?" Yidizhi Jiegao confirmed again.

Gojo Wu said with disgust: "Okay, Yidi knows if you can't be such a mother-in-law."

Yidizhi Jiegao pursed her lips, so Annai worried: "Okay, I'll go back to the High School of Conjuration and wait for you."

After returning, he had to report what happened yesterday to Principal Night Moth in advance.

……

Gojo Satoru was very fast, hugged the little milk ball and arrived at the next destination in an instant - the old movie theater.

The old movie theater has been deserted for a while due to being haunted.

He bent down to put down the little milk ball in his arms, held her little hand instead, and asked, "Little Yinyin, how do you feel now?"

Little Naituan tilted her head, tried her best to sniff the tip of her nose, frowned and said in distaste: "—a curse spirit that doesn't taste good."

The cute little appearance directly made Gojo Satoru laugh.

The cub was as picky as he was.

After laughing enough, he gently rubbed the head of Xiao Naituan, and explained: "Next, I want to know what level Shayinru is—"

"It's like a test."

"This time is almost the same as the last special test, but I have additional conditions."

The little Naituan looked at him in a daze, and looked at him blankly with big eyes.

Gojo Satoru knelt down to meet her at eye level, put his big hand on Sainru's shoulder, explained it again, stretched out a finger and shook it lightly.

"No one will come to help you this time, so Sayonru has to rely on herself—"

"Go and kill the third-level curse in the building."

"Use your magic power to launch biubiubiu like Superman!"

"—It is to use the magic power, try to use the magic power in your body."

Little Naituan worked hard to digest these overly unfamiliar words, and finally came to his senses, nodded his head hard, and waved his little fist: "Okay! Yinyin beat them away with magic power!"

Gojo Satoru decisively took out his phone and recorded this video.

He nodded quite satisfied: "Then let's go in, and I will watch you from behind—"

Without him, what happened yesterday would never happen again.

Two people, one big and one small, walked into the cinema.

The movie theater was lifeless and there were no people there, and there were many cobwebs growing in the corners. It seemed that no one had come to clean it for a long time.

Gojo Satoru found a place to stand still, and let the little Naituan continue to walk in.

There was a dead silence in the air, so quiet that it made people feel timid.

Gojo Satoru took out his phone and swiped for a while, then suddenly raised his head to look at the curse spirit that appeared above the little Naituan's head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked a little serious, ready to save the ignorant little Naituan at any time.

Her vigilance is not very good.

In the darkness, the curse spirit silently raised its sharp hand blade, and just as it was about to cut down on the cub below, the cub suddenly looked up at it.

Those crystal clear red eyes reflected the ugly and terrifying appearance of the curse spirit.

Xiao Naituan frowned, and said in disgust, "Yinyin doesn't like you."

As soon as the words fell, the blade sliced ​​through the air, and it was about to cut off the head of the little milk ball.

Seeing this scene, Gojo Gojo clenched his hand by his side into a fist, stood up a little and prepared to strike——

The silver chain on Shayinru's left wrist suddenly lit up with a flash of light, and the blade slashed against an invisible barrier, causing a violent collision.

The strong storm directly blows away the curse spirit.

The curse spirit slammed into the wall heavily, and Shayinru quickly walked over and punched the curse spirit several times, and then, before the curse spirit could react, she hugged its head with both hands and pulled it hard, then twisted it around .

The movements are extremely familiar, as if they have been done countless times, without the slightest sloppiness.

puff-

The head broke instantly, and the blood of the curse spirit splattered all over her body.

The head fell to the ground with a plop.

Shayinru looked down at the head at her feet, blinked her big eyes, raised her hand to wipe the blood on her face, and there was a trace of doubt in her eyes.

"Ah—Yinyin forgot."

She forgot to use the spell power, and when she realized it, the spell spirit was already dead.

"Little Yinyin, you did a good job."

Xiao Naituan's fighting power is much better than he imagined.

Her biggest problem at the moment is that she has been asleep for a thousand years, causing her to forget the instinct of being a super magic spirit.

Also, the light just now—was it a defensive spell tool?

He didn't even notice that this little guy was wearing a special magic tool——

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, carefully scanned her body, and finally landed on the silver chain on her left wrist.

"Uncle Smelly—?" Little Naituan looked up at him, his little face was blank, "This curse spirit is so weak——"

Before she realized what she had done, the curse spirit died.

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He squatted down and raised his hand to wipe off the blood on Xiao Naituan's face, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"Sayinru did a great job."

Xiao Naituan's eyes suddenly brightened: "Really? Did Yinyin really do a good job?"

"Yes, it's great!" Gojo Satoru praised her without hesitation, touched her head with his big hand, and asked casually, "Is the bracelet on Yinyin's hand a gift from Dad?"

Shayinru was stunned for a moment, raised her hand to look at the silver bracelet, tilted her head, and tried to think about it: "...it seems to be?"

"——It's a very important bracelet!" Xiao Naituan nodded vigorously.

"Is that so—" Gojo Satoru showed a smile, stopped asking further questions, and changed the subject: "Let's go, let's go eat."

"Okay~"

The little Naituan was in a happy mood, and took the initiative to hold Gojo Wu's big hand, and said very considerately: "In the future, Yinyin will help Uncle Smelly beat these villainous curse spirits!"

The super cubs are going to fight the bad guy, the curse spirit.

Hearing this sentence, Gojo Satoru tried his best to hold back his laughter, and nodded: "Okay, I will hand over all these curse spirits to Xiaoyinyin when I encounter them in the future!"

In the afternoon of the same day, another message with a picture was updated in his circle of friends.

The picture is a photo of the head of the curse spirit rolling down on the ground, with a sentence below it.

#养生小兽子净入礼#Little brat threatens to cast a curse spirit#

Noctuid, who just came across this circle of friends, said rightly: "?"

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……

In the evening, Gojo Satoru returned to the high school of magic arts with one arm in his arms with the little milk ball who had fallen asleep on his shoulders.

She slept so soundly that even going back to her room and lying on the bed couldn't wake her up.

After setting up the little milk ball, Gojo Satoru walked out of the room and sat down beside Noctua Masamichi.

"How?" Ye Mozheng sat on the sofa, looked up at him, and then continued to mend the curse in his hand.

Gojo Satoru leaned on the back of the chair, resting his chin with one hand, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Not bad."

"Have the qualifications to become a super magician."

Ye Mozheng paused for a moment in his hands: "..."

It was rare for him to hear Gojo Satoru give such a high evaluation.

"—Just relying on her to kill a third-level curse spirit?" Ye Mozheng asked casually.

And these news were all learned from Yidizhi Jiegao.

"No." Gojo Satoru shook his head lightly. He could see more information from Sainru's every move and the magic power she displayed, and these had surpassed half of the super-level magic spirits.

"First, the blood flowing in her body is destined not to be too weak—" Gojo Satoru readjusted his sitting posture, resting his elbows on his thighs, and resting his chin on the clasped fingers, "Second, the memory that has not yet awakened. "

"I'm kind of looking forward to Sayinru's true strength after awakening those sleeping memories."

"Her technique and domain—"

"Will it inherit Nuo from Two Faces?"

Gojo Satoru was very interested in this point.

Ye Mozheng turned to look at him, and put down the curse skeleton in his hand: "Wu, you should know what effect a super-grade curse spirit will have after awakening."

If it is because of the lack of part of the memory, Saine Ru is so cute and cute.

So what will she look like after she awakens her memory?

The biological daughter of the Cursed King—there must be no big difference in personality.

Because of this, Gojo Satoru even doubted whether they were his biological father and daughter.

Gojo Satoru blinked: "I know, but so what?"

"Yuhito still maintained his mind after swallowing his finger, and Yuta in Europe—"

Gojo Satoru began to give some examples around him, and he didn't stop until he saw the helpless expression on Noctua Masamichi's face.

"Sometimes we should give children more credit, shouldn't we?"

Night Moth Zhengdao remained silent, as if acquiescing to his statement.

Gojo Satoru stood up with his hands on his knees, stretched his waist, and said indifferently, "Sayinru has a good character, and he will never make mistakes if he trains him well."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Gojo Satoru's vicious vision rarely makes mistakes, such as the knotweed Yuren and Otoku Yuta he rescued, both of them proved this point.

this time--

Noctua Masato chooses to continue to believe in Gojo Satoru's judgment.

"So what are you going to do next?"

He couldn't keep Xiaotuanzi by his side all the time, the higher-ups of the Curse Department would one day know about the existence of Sayinru, and even issue the death penalty.

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Mo Zhengdao felt a dull pain in his head.

"No plan for the time being." Wujo Wutiao spread his hands, and said calmly: "Let's play by ear."

"However—Sayon Ru knows too little about mantras, so maybe Nanami-kun should give her a small class."

"Qihai-kun is probably very happy."

Gojo Satoru directly threw this errand to Nanami Jianren who was on a business trip, patted his ass and left directly.

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

After Gojo Satoru left, the room became deserted again.

Night Moth Zhengdao looked down at the semi-finished spell skeletons on the table, put down the needle and thread in his hand, got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When the little one wakes up, it's time for dinner.

Cooking a delicious meal tonight can be regarded as a reward for her performance today.

……

A few days later, there was a heavy rain in Yokohama

Bean-sized raindrops hit the ground, tick-tock.

Passers-by quickened their pace one after another, wishing they could rush into nearby buildings to shelter themselves from the wind and rain.

In an office building in Mafia, a port, the expressionless figure in a black suit stood by the doorway, staring gloomyly at the traffic and crowds passing by on the street.

Today is the fifth day at work, and tomorrow is a weekend.

His working time is a [-]-hour system, basically from [-]:[-] noon to [-]:[-] in the evening, with one shift change during the period.

The work content is extremely easy, at least so far, he has not seen anyone who dared to come to the Mafia office building in the port to make trouble.

I heard that the leader often stays here and seems to be a lolicon.

Lolicon -

Zhang Xiang had deliberately searched for information on this aspect, and as soon as he thought of the meaning expressed on the webpage, his brows were instantly frowned.

Thinking of his lovely milk dumplings, Zhang Xiang began to wonder for the first time whether he had chosen the wrong career?

"elder brother--!"