Nana Ming is also under special attack today

The young man with black hair and ball head looked at me with a strange expression.

I pushed open the glass door and waved to him: "You stopped for a long time, did you want to buy dessert?"

He folded his arms and nodded at me.

However, I soon discovered that besides the young man who walked into the store, there was also a thing wrapped around his leg... maybe it was a curse spirit.

I don't want the other person to think that I'm always staring at the air,? like a weirdo,? worrying that he will be cursed unknowingly,? trying to kick the curse spirit away with my foot when he passes me.

Unexpectedly, he happened to turn a corner, and the curse spirit also sensitively circled around his back, and sat down with him, squeezing the gap between him and the sofa, nestling like a cat.

Although it looks a little weird,? But I don't know why I can see a little cuteness.

...No, no, no, what am I thinking? It must be very troublesome to be entangled by a curse spirit.

Qihai and Mr. Wu are both on a business trip,? Is it only me who can help this gentleman get rid of it?

I tried my best to brew the anger of Mr. Satoru and the friendly guidance of the little monsters, but when I thought of hammering the air in front of Mr. Cosplay... no, no, it was too difficult.

"What are you looking at?"

Mr. Cosplay spoke in a gentle tone.

I immediately stood up straight, my eyes wandered to get the menu, and I handed it to him: "I'm looking for this!"

"Don't just look at nothing else, please don't be afraid!"

Since I came to the dessert shop,? I will protect the customers!

Mr. cosplay replied: "Can you see what is behind me?"

My eyes widened in surprise: "Can you see that too?"

So it turns out that being able to see curse spirits is actually such a common thing!

"It's technically what I brought."

"Oh, then you are also a conjurer." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of the conjurers I met during this period, I couldn't help getting closer, and sat opposite him to observe the conjurer curiously, " It turns out that curse spirits can also be raised."

"There is such a type," Mr. Cosplay explained lightly, "Miss also understands conjurers?"

"I don't know much about it? Anyway, they are all very powerful people." I answered honestly, picked up the menu and put it in front of him, "Do you want to order something?"

"I don't want to..."

Mr. Cosplay’s gaze stopped when he came across the font on the menu. I poked my head a little and found that the word “Full Sugar” and a grimace were painted on it. I thought of the only person who would do this, and felt helpless. : "When did Mr. Wu paint it?"

"Enlightened?"

I clicked on the icon with my fingertips, and said with a smile: "It's Amway, the person I've seen who loves sugar the most, so it should be the sweetest food in my store."

"Then have some of this." He propped his face with one hand, a strand of black hair fell down softly on his forehead, and his demeanor was as calm as that of a cat that a traveler saw often lingering in front of his hometown when he was traveling far away.

I nodded and jumped up, took two steps and then went back, curling the corners of my mouth under his gaze: "Would you like juice or herbal tea? I gave it to Mr. Conjurer."

"Really?" He was thoughtful, "Health tea."

I said ok, and heard the cicadas singing outside the window again: "After all, it's summer."

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and he doesn't seem to be very tolerant of summer, and the herbal tea can somewhat relieve the heat.

Thinking of this, I made my own way and threw a small piece of sugar into it.

However, Mr. Cosplay didn’t intend to try the dessert right away. He just took two sips of tea. I have been curiously observing the curse spirit behind him who looks too much like a domestic pet. Finally, I couldn’t hold back and coughed lightly: “Sir, I can get close Would you like to take a look at your spell?"

"Please." He spread his hands on the ground, "If you are interested, why don't you touch it?"

"is it okay?"

Mr. Cosplay shrugged, I hesitated, and held out my hand.

At the same time as I stretched out my hand, a small black ball suddenly rolled out of the curse spirit's mouth. I had no time to retract it, but before it touched my palm, a white light flashed.

"Gollum."

I was dumbfounded as I watched the white-haired puppy Curse Keke that Mr. Night Moth gave me almost teleported to my hand, and swallowed the ball in one gulp.

Its body swelled and enlarged strangely, and finally became the size of a young Samoyed. There were a few stupid-looking sutures on the dog's face, and it hiccupped.

The black peas and my big eyes stared at each other, and the puppy moved, wagging its tail, and circling around my arm like a real dog.

I turned my head to look at Mr. Cosplay with a guilty conscience: "...Excuse me?"

Mr. Cosplay also looked at me in silence for a long time, and then raised his eyebrows in distress: "It's obviously a special level, but eating a spell spirit of this level turns into a normal spell skeleton that can move, and the spell power doesn't change much. Is it a bit too weak?"

"Eh?"

I didn't know how to answer for a while, but seeing his regretful face, a magical sense of déjà vu slowly emerged in my heart.

"I thought I could get the thing you cursed out." He clasped his fingers on the table, complaining in his tone, "I didn't expect that it was not a curse spirit that could grow in my imagination, it was just a doll that couldn't be digested even after a big meal. And a curse spirit wasted."

"What I cursed?"

"Didn't they tell you?" Mr. cosplay spread his hands, "The reason why you can't export negative emotions to the outside world is because your curses are only aimed at yourself. It's inside your body, so ordinary people can't detect your magic power, so it can be regarded as your 'half body' to this extent."

"I was wondering how you survived until now, but now it seems that you are actually too weak, and even the curse spirit produced by cursing for more than ten years can't hurt you."

In the end, his sentence "too weak" is exactly the same as Mr. Wu's tone of complaint: "Should I praise you for being a good person who is having a good time?"

"But isn't it good not to curse others?" I tried hard to think of a way to refute, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration, raised a big smile, and became proud, "So I've been trying to help others unconsciously? Isn't that a good thing? !"

"If Qihai knew that I was so capable, she would definitely praise me." I happily wrote it down in the notebook in my heart, and when I looked up, Mr. Cosplay was suddenly silent, "Sir?"

Mr. Cosplay looked at me like he was looking at a mirror in the distance, which reflected a cluster of small golden flames that had burned out and had been actively burning. I was worried that he was offended by my sudden enthusiasm and scratched my hair : "I'm sorry, I accidentally said what I was thinking."

The ripples at the mouth of the tea bowl dissipated to reflect his relaxed and slightly irritable expression, mixed like the soil of a soft river bed covered with trivial and sharp stones.

He sat under the overly glaring sunlight from the entire window, his black hair and black eyes showed a depth that couldn't be melted in: "There will always be a naive guy like you."

Inexplicably, I heard his accusation-like dissatisfaction and the incomprehensible emotions underneath, so I could only reply: "Then I will pretend that you are praising me."

He gave a smile that was more like mocking.

The more I look at it, the more it resembles: "You kind of look like the guy who left the all-sugar note."

Unexpectedly, the other party answered lazily: "For example?"

I thought about it: "If you know him, maybe you will hook your shoulders together and say 'we are the strongest' or something, and then laugh out loud. I feel that it can create a humorous atmosphere different from that of Mr. Wu alone."

Mr. Cosplay has always been gentle and mature, but comparing him with Mr. Wu, there is no obstacle. Maybe they both have an unspeakable powerful aura.

The corner of his mouth seemed to be raised and then quickly pressed down, he didn't know what he was recalling: "Really."

Mr. Wu Zhaoxue's blue eyes suddenly appeared in front of my eyes at this moment.

I thought for no reason and without any connection, Mr. Wu can obviously occupy the whole mountain and crush everything, and tear the sky with the strongest branches, but he put himself on the unknown Daikan mountain. With a lot of willingness, the little sprout and my seven seas are hidden against the positive sky.

However, if he turns from a tree growing alone on the top of a snowy mountain into a big white bird, and dives side by side with another black bird of prey from the top to the foot of the mountain, there is nothing more to look up at him than being caught by a stone or a rotten root. Wouldn't it be more wanton and happy if the plants, trees, birds and beasts who were jealous of him surrounded him on the mountain?

I blurted out: "If you want to get to know him, I can introduce you."

"Forget it." Mr. Cosplay shook his head, "I already have the strongest friend."

"There are still a few of the strongest, it's amazing."

"...It's amazing that you are so dull." He sighed in a flat tone, "It's a bit like someone I know."

Under my curious eyes, he paused: "Later he died."

"...Did I offend you just now?"

Mr. cosplay ignored me, picked up a spoon and took a casual bite, and said calmly: "It's so sweet, it's so sweet that it makes people feel a little uncomfortable."

"I thought you liked sweets." Otherwise why order.

"Only fools like sweets."

"If you don't like it, can I change it for you?"

"No need." The fork poked the plate, "It's rare to be so unhappy."

"... Seriously, did I offend you just now?" I sighed.

"I'm a little angry, so I'm thinking about whether to take you away, so that people like the strongest can't find you at all." Mr. Cosplay took another bite of the sweet that he said he didn't like, and said, "It's too sweet."

"Sir, saying that is like calling yourself a bad guy."

"Aren't you afraid that I'm really a bad person? For example, the enemy of the magician, come to kill you or something."

When he spoke, his expression was gradually fading, and even took on a cold feeling.

——Although I feel a little sorry for Mr. Cosplay, who worked so hard to make facial expressions, but I don't know what kind of intuition makes me think that he doesn't come here with such intentions.

...Maybe it's because Chuya said that Tokyo is a safe and orderly society, or maybe he has a strange immunity after staying with Mr. Satoru for a long time.

"Are you going to kill me?"

He seemed to be waiting for my reaction, and I had to think about what to do in this situation. The cursed puppy howled twice threateningly at the young man, was tilted by the other party, and immediately jumped into my arms to hide Well, I had no choice but to appease it first, and then cautiously answered the young man: "I'm sorry, I have no experience in being told this kind of thing all of a sudden."

Mr. cosplay raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly: "Even if you are said like that, you won't be angry, tsk, it's amazing."

"Thank you...? But rather than praise, can I ask you to give up the plan first, I don't want to separate from Qihai so early, neither do Chuya Chiyo and Mr. Satoru." I gestured and discussed, "Can you Come back after decades?"

Mr. Cosplay stared at me for a while, then suddenly turned his head and laughed out loud: "Don't take such words as compliments."

I felt more and more that he was joking and teasing me like Mr. Wu, and sighed again: "Sure enough, he is very similar to Mr. Wu."

The degree to which they can form a group to go to the kindergarten class together, and the way of pranks are similarly weird.

"Who are Qihai and Wu to yours?" Mr. Cosplay raised his eyebrows.

Various words lingered in my mouth for a long time, and I solemnly made the first introduction after falling in love: "Qihai is my boyfriend."

Oops, it's embarrassing to say that.

I put my cheeks together and smiled sweetly. Speaking of Qihai, the room, the world outside the window, and Mr. Cosplay all became extremely soft in my eyes: "He is a very good person."

"If you are both conjurers, maybe you will meet in the future. After you get in touch, you will know that he is a very gentle and trustworthy person."

Mr. Cosplay, who seemed to have really softened, said, "Really? Should I say congratulations?"

"If you are willing, I will seriously write it down." I happily replied, "Whether we meet again or not, I will cherish your blessing!"

"It's obviously the person who threatened you with death just now?" His tone was leisurely.

"You didn't do anything." My brows and eyes were curved, and I was even more sure that he was joking.

"Although it's just a little effort for you, kindness from others is always a joy."

"So," I clasped my fingers expectantly because of my words, and looked at him with shining eyes, "will you bless me?"

Mr. Cosplay put on Mr. Satoru's expression when he saw me holding hands with Qihai, then rolled his eyes, looking very unhappy, and changed the subject to remind me: "After talking so much, what about Satoru?"

I was a little surprised why he called Mr. Wu so familiarly, but thinking that Mr. Wu was more familiar than him, I didn't care much: "Mr. Wu is my friend with Qihai."

Mr. Cosplay and I looked at each other quietly for a moment: "No more?"

I tried my best to extract some words that belonged to Mr. Wu from the mind full of Qihai, and it was rare to speak ill of others behind his back: "Sometimes he is a little bit like a child, and he needs to be tolerated by mature people."

Like me, and Nanami.

"Also, and." I shook my head, "He is the strongest, this is a bit of nonsense... Anyway, he is a good person."

"This is the first time I've heard such an evaluation." His expression was indescribably complicated.

I seriously retorted: "It's true."

"Mr. Wu is like a hero in a movie. He feels that he can save the world casually. The magicians I know are also such good people. I like them very much."

Maybe because there was a conjurer sitting across from me, I recalled many scenes of getting along with Miss Glass, Mr. Wu, and Qihai, only to realize that so many things have happened recently.

Mr. Cosplay had a bored expression, but he didn't intend to interrupt at all, but listened thoughtfully.

Maybe someone who's a bit awkward but who unexpectedly likes to listen to others?

Seeing him like this, I also had the desire to chat, just like I usually chat with guests, casually chatting about some interesting things that cannot be casually told to ordinary people.

"It's a good thing to meet them. It's the first time I know that there are so many people in the world who can see the spirit like me, and they were taken to the fireworks festival with the magician's mask..."

And Mr. Cosplay looked like he knew or didn’t know. He was sitting lightly opposite, and was excluded from the world I described by the table, with black hair scattered.

Maybe he didn't realize it himself, some of the time he was listening, his expression was funny and soft, and he was as peaceful as a swing under the autumn maple, or a newly replaced wind chime in a dessert shop.

I looked at him, suddenly sighed in my heart, and smiled with my chin in my hand: "I hope that Mister, they and other conjurers will always be happy."

Mr. cosplay also laughed when he heard this sentence: "I'll forget it."

"why?"

"After I quarreled with my friends, I no longer agree with these things." He tilted his head.

"Did you leave your job?" I felt sorry for him, "Can't you coax your friends to reconcile first? Let's have a good talk later."

"If only it were that simple." He laughed again.

The young man who said this is peacefully like a fox with a big fluffy tail and peaceful eyes at the foot of the mountain. His footprints are printed on the soft snow, but he doesn't know why, and the lively forest with laughter Run in the opposite direction.

I forget what time it was when we were talking, but when he laughed, the sun was half above the clouds, warm and clear, and stamped gold on his cassock, it looked warm and gentle, even the smile.

Maybe Mr. Cosplay is in a good mood right now, after all he is eating delicious desserts, sitting in the nice sun, listening to good people.

I can't help thinking.

Even if you don't live in the woods, can you feel a little bit happy when you see flowers and birds?

Mr. Wu probably didn't know that a person who might be compatible with him happened to sit in my shop and talk to me. He obviously showed a bad look occasionally, but he listened to all my words.

If only the gentleman would let me introduce them.

There is a friend who is inexplicably similar, Mr. Wu will definitely play happily with him everywhere, he is so arrogant.

...Maybe he won't be pestering Qihai all the time?

...Maybe he will pester Nanami with this gentleman? !

The half-eaten dessert took another bite, and Mr. Cosplay picked up the pen and didn't know what to draw on the menu, and said for the third time: "It's a good thing he can stand this sweet taste."

I could hear him talking about Mr. Wu, and once again sighed that his tone was so familiar: "After all, he is the strongest."

Mr. cosplay drank the last tea: "After all, he is the strongest."

"Let me pour you another glass."

He waved his hand, and when he got up, the curse spirit wrapped around him again.

"Will you come over again in the future?" I grabbed a bottle of tea from the refrigerator and quickly chased it out and stuffed it to him. When he was about to refuse, I said, "It can relieve the bitter summer to some extent. You can accept it."

He rested his hand on the bottle, looked up at me again, and finally didn't refuse any more, and tossed it in the air.

I saw his expression moved between the youth's playfulness and the silence of the cassock: "There is no need to tell him."

"Eh?"

"To think it's a good thing to know a magician..." He snorted and waved his hand casually, "If he can be happy in this world, then I wish him good protection of the weak and innocent guy this time."

I tiptoed in surprise and waved to him: "Thank you very much——!"

After thinking about it, he said: "If there is a chance, I will also help you tell that friend—"

His back stopped.

"Say you think of him after you quarrel, can you?"

"Whatever you want," said Mr. Cosplay.

The author has something to say: That's it, the real person has become a dog curse skeleton who can't defeat the fourth-level curse spirit, and let Qihai help him slip away in the future.

I don't have any prejudice against the role of the real person:), it's just that Qihai has to let him die if he is alive. Since Qihai thinks he is a child, then reduce the combat power to 0 and throw it at Nanami's family for him to raise (bushi)

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Regarding Xia You, I have tried my best to write the character design in my heart.I eat the original book to show my friendship to dk, although there are basically no comments, but I still mark it out, please do not eat cp

He came to Yueyue first to see if she could be used, and secondly to collect information, and then found that she was too weak to see, and still liked to chat so much.

No matter what, I hope that leaving Gaozhuan Xiayou can be peaceful and happy once again.

Goodnight everybody

感谢在2021-04-18?19:48:10~2021-04-21?02:27:28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: 2 pieces for Yuzhuo; 1 piece for Evening Bell and Ehehe;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Qingshixian? 2 bottles;

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