After being surrounded by the healing system

Even though he was wary of this little guy who didn't know what kind of creature it was at the beginning, Gojo Satoru had to admit that this little tiger was really likable, cute and sensible, and even cute.

The deceased who was magically sealed in the transparent milk bottle looked very pitiful. This bottle was probably used by Gojo Satoru who happened to see the deceased after drinking the milk.

The little tiger was sitting on the ground holding the milk bottle in its front paws, with a cheerful face, but it was shaking the milk bottle crazily on its paws at a speed that ordinary people couldn't fathom with the naked eye, and a hand hit the dead man's meatballs.

Wujo Wu: ...the treatment of the dead is more ruthless than the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

"Thank you very much for your help." The little tiger smiled and threw the bottle outside the door. Gojo Satoru didn't hear the sound of the milk bottle hitting the ground, and guessed that he sent the dead back to hell by means that even he didn't know .

"The teacher welcomes a cute child like you. Are you interested in coming to the High School of Conjuration?" Gojo Satoru squatted on the ground and rubbed the little tiger's silky hair.

Uncle Wu has said this kind of words no less than [-] times, but it is a pity that the little tiger has been booked by the ghost lamp and is the next reserve assistant officer of hell. Although Mr. It's also long, so it was simply cultivated from a young age, as an assistant officer reserve.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gojo, fortunately, I already have a future goal!" The little tiger's eyes were piercing, and his pink eyes were as bright as pink diamonds, "Fortunately, I want to be an excellent assistant officer like Mr. Ghost Lamp! You are a little wizard like Teacher Dazai, so you don’t have much experience to fight against curse spirits anymore!”

"Well~ It seems that fate is missed, it's all right, do you want candy?" Gojo Satoru took out a lollipop from his pocket with a smile, tore off the candy wrapper and handed it to the little tiger, "Are you sure Are there any other dead here?"

The little tiger held the lollipop between its two paws and fed it to her mouth. She moved her nose, as if she had confirmed something, and said with certainty: "There must be nothing nearby. I'm going to go through any door later. Then we can know if there are still dead people here."

The little tiger seemed to have said everything, but also didn't seem to say anything. This impeccable kung fu was a cub that was taught by two brain power masters.

She only said that she came from hell to catch the dead. The little tiger didn't let Gojo Satoru know a word about other parallel worlds and other world information. It didn't take long for the tiger to see Wujo Satoru clearly.

"This is a thank you gift." Biting the candy stick, the little tiger pulled out a blue bead from his own bow and handed it to Wujo Wu. This bead was a long time ago when the wizard had not lost his ability to study his own ability. The product of the 'Disqualification in the World', "It can nullify all non-scientific products and abilities, and the method of use is to crush it, which is a one-time use."

Gojo Satoru never thought that a simple act of his would be rewarded with such a powerful thank you. He really liked the little tiger very much. Looking at those shining eyes of Bulling Bulling, he couldn't refuse. Maybe he will really use this thing one day.

"Thank you, then I'll accept it." Gojo Satoru took the blue bead, held the bead to his own eyes, "It matches mine very well, this color."

The little tiger giggled, a little shy, "You're welcome."

"In that case, shall I treat you to a big meal? Do you like dessert?"

"like!"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "This is the best! Let's go! Big Brother will take you to a dessert feast!"

"Okay!" The little tiger cheered, and then realized that he was still dirty, and suddenly asked in a low voice with some shyness: "Can I borrow a bathroom to take a bath? I am covered with the blood of the dead now."

When Gojo Gojo rubbed her just now, she didn't dislike and cared at all, she even forgot that she was dirty now.

After taking a bath and turning back to his beautiful self, the little tiger was happily hugged by Gojo Satoru and went to a dessert shop with exquisite decoration from the floor tiles to the corner of the room to have a dessert feast, and then happily Say goodbye to Gojo Satoru to find the next target.

When I went out this time, what I saw was an exquisite house with beautiful rockery and streams. It seemed that there were many rooms. From the outer wall, I could hear the laughter of the girls playing and playing. The little tiger jumped onto the fence lightly Sit down on the paved blue tiles and observe the situation inside the house.

The little tiger was a little surprised to see a familiar face, but she was more surprised to find the treasure. She jumped down and walked to sit next to him.

"Tiger?" The boy with iris-colored eyes and wearing a kimono was surprised when he saw the little tiger walking beside him. The little tiger looked obedient, cute and not threatening, and the boy who still retained a little bit of childishness said gloomyly. His eyes were slightly bright, and he stretched out his hand to the little tiger tentatively. After confirming that the little tiger had no signs of attack in the process of approaching slowly, he put his hand on the little tiger's head and rubbed it with confidence.

The moment I touched it, a pair of underdeveloped white little wings popped out from the little tiger's back. Her little wings were not as beautiful and dreamy as her mother's, but more like the wings of birds. This should be the father's wings. caused by genetic influence.

The boy's touch disturbed the tiger cub's mimicry, causing her now-unattractive little wings to show.

"Pfft." The boy couldn't help but laugh, "It's like chicken wings that are going to be grilled." Although it is white.

The little tiger suddenly drooped his head and drooped his airplane ears, extremely aggrieved.

"I'm sorry." The boy rubbed the little tiger's head, "It's my fault, you definitely don't want to be seen in such a ridiculous look, right?"

The little tiger raised his head to look at the boy, and soon because his safety turned from cloudy to sunny, he rubbed the boy's palm to express his forgiveness.

"My name is Shuji Tsushima, what about you?"

"I'm Yuki Akutagawa!"

The boy looked at the talking little tiger, he didn't expect the little tiger to answer him in human language, the other party answered him in human language instead, and he felt fear instead, but what surged under that fear was the right The strong curiosity of the unknown prevented him from crying to find his parents in a panic like other children.

To be honest, he also has no interest in crying for his father and mother, because it is useless after all.

Ding Wangsheng is in the family, and there is no shortage of such a young son, even if he dies, it is just a matter of crying a few tears. After all, no one can't live without a life, even if his parents have always liked him. A delightful young son.

"Is there any purpose for you to come here?" The boy withdrew his hand and kept a distance from the little tiger.

"Come to catch the dead who escaped from hell and tried to escape punishment." The little tiger said seriously, "It's in your house."

"Ah... Terrible and terrible~" The boy's tone was very flat, and no real fear could be heard from his protracted tone, "Why did hell let you, a little tiger, catch the dead? ?”

The dead who are being punished in hell are probably not good guys. Such things are really irritating in my own home. It seems that what I saw during this time is not an illusion caused by his mental weakness.

"Actually, I want to help Mommy and Daddy, reduce their workload so that they can go home early." The little tiger replied.

"The creatures in hell also have parents?" The boy tilted his head.

"Yes! Ghosts in hell can only be born with parents!" said the little tiger seriously.

"Isn't that scary looking? After all, it's a ghost." The boy gave full play to his curiosity and asked the question.

Hearing this, the little tiger didn't agree, she pulled out a photo from her bow tie, it was a solo photo of Mommy, it was a photo taken when Mommy was tricked by Mr. My mommy is a popular idol in hell! The most beautiful god in the world!"

The boy looked at the woman in the photo, and unconsciously covered his heart.

"How about it!" The little tiger proudly showed off his most beautiful mommy in the world, which is cosmic-level beauty!

"Ah... I kind of want to go to hell. Children who die before their parents seem to be guilty, right?"

The boy's words frightened the little tiger, "No, no! If you let Mr. Ghost Lantern know that I showed you the photo and die, you will definitely punish me! No——"

Little Tiger remembers that once the promotional video of hell shot by mommy spread, the tourism income of hell directly increased sharply and showed a linear trend. It has only eased in recent years. Her mommy is a well-deserved representative of hell. The representatives of the hell I saw were Yan Mo Dawang and the others, but on the side of the heavenly hell, most of the people who saw it were the son of the hell extraditionist Akutagawa Takashi and the idol group Maki Miki.

Master Ghost Lantern counted the money happily.

"Just kidding." The boy chuckled, "Your reaction is funny, but I really want to see this beautiful big sister with my own eyes if I have the chance."

"I'll see you when you die and go to bed, probably." The little tiger felt a little guilty, after all, there were already two Mr. Dazai in their world, and her teacher Dazai was an outsider, and this world already had Osamu Dazai.

"..." The boy was silent, and when he heard the voice of his sister coming, he looked in the direction of the voice and continued calmly: "Forget it, since it is your mother, then when you grow up Can it be so good-looking too?" After all, the parents' genes are very important, and almost determine the starting point of the child, and even his whole life.

"I'm more like Daddy, but my hair color and eye color are the same as Mommy's! I don't know if you can see it." Naturally, the little tiger has already noticed that someone is approaching this way, and her little tiger form can be seen by the world. Ordinary humans can see it with their naked eyes, but the human body cannot be seen by ordinary humans.

This is a situation that both parents do not have, but the little tiger does. Just like the "fetal membrane" that Akutagawa Ryo's son cannot get rid of before he grows up, this is also the little tiger's own protection mechanism.

"What?" The boy turned his head to look at the little tiger in doubt. The petite white tiger cub in place was gone, replaced by a white-haired girl in pure white long hair. She was as delicate as a doll. Excellence in style.

"Can you see it? You can see it, as expected of Mr. Dazai!" Akutagawa Yuki was not surprised that the boy could still see him.

Mr. Dazai...?Are you addressing him?

"Yes, I can see that Xing-chan is very cute." A gentle smile appeared on the boy's face as he thought about it in his heart, "Very cute, very cute, Xing-chan is a beauty, my future husband must be very happy Bar."

Akutagawa Yuki couldn't help shaking the tiger ears that hadn't disappeared on the top of his head, feeling a little hot in his ears.

As expected of Mr. Dazai, girls who praise girls always have such a sincere look as if they come from the bottom of their hearts. On the contrary, it makes her feel ashamed when she is used to being praised.

"Xiuzhi Xiuzhi! Let's play together! Xiuzhi? Who are you talking to?" Following the sweet voices of the girls, the boy turned his head to look at them as if nothing had happened, and saw the one floating behind them salivating at them The wretched man, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, feeling his gastric juices churning.

"Hateful dead—! Let's fall into hell again!!!"

"The son of the white god of death?! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

A white shadow flashed, followed by unilateral beatings and massacres that ordinary people could not see. The pure white clothes were splashed with bright red blood flowers. Akutagawa Yuki didn't care what he looked like in the eyes of others at the moment. Vicious and vicious, he smashed the skull of the dead with tiger-like sharp claws, and his face was full of undisguised ferocity and ferocity.

The boy looked at this scene, but smiled.

So beautiful.

"Xiu Zhi?" Sister and sister looked at him suspiciously.

"Let's go over there to kick the shuttlecock. Recently, the flowers that my mother planted there have bloomed." The boy said nonchalantly, showing the same cute smile as before and changing the subject, bringing them to a place more suitable for playing shuttlecock.

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感谢在2021-08-1921:47:32~2021-08-2021:12:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 100 bottles of Tang Linuoqin; 30 bottles for adults; 10 bottles of stewed goo is a good civilization; 3 bottles of Uchiha (●—●);

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!