Illness Men's Manual

Fu Heihui's mind was swept by the storm for a while, and he barely pulled back his thoughts, and said dryly: "Father, father? Where are you?"

Isn't he dead?

Her youthful voice trembled a little, and her immature voice was very clear, which is how a child should behave.

Yuri Kiriori felt more and more that Gojo Satoru's behavior was absolutely accidental.

She handed him the sickle reeking of alcohol again, "It's right here."

Fu Heihui: "..."

Sure enough, he must be drunk, no, his expression seemed very serious, so the black-haired little boy was silent for a second, and asked tentatively, "Is this his relic?"

Wuzhi was a little confused: "...huh?"

Fu Heisher immediately shouted angrily: "Stinky boy, your father and I are not dead yet!"

"Shut up, you'll scare the kids like this." Yuwu Zhi frowned, retracted the sickle and shook it, drawing a few afterimages under the moonlight.

Fu Heihui broke out in cold sweat again at the horrifying scene.

she……

Talking to the scythe?

Fuheshier, who was just screaming to turn into a human, stopped shouting now, and Wuzhi sighed very lightly, looking at the little black-haired boy: "Do you have anything to say to him?"

He seems to have heard that you can't provoke drunk people, otherwise the consequences will be very serious. The young Fu Heihui thought for a long time, then shook his head: "No."

To be honest, he has no memory of the father who abandoned them.

The word father did not make any waves in his heart.

In a way, this is the effect Fu Heisher expected, as long as he is not a monastery, it will be fine, if it is not for Wuzhi, Fu Heisher will not even come to see him.

"..."

Yuwuzhi stared at him with lowered eyes, and it turned out that Fuheshier was not suitable for raising children at all.

"By the way, after you appeared that time, a very strange guy also came to me..." Fu Heihui suddenly thought of something, subconsciously moved away from the knife, and whispered.

"He said his name is Gojo Satoru, and he asked me about you."

Yuri was stunned, Gojo Satoru came to find Fu Heihui?How did he know about it?

"Then? Did he say something?"

Fu Heihui thought about it carefully, the boy with white hair and sunglasses was about the same age as her, the first time he saw him, he had an expression of disgust that could no longer be disgusted.

He replied sullenly: "He asked me if I had made any vows, and why I came out of the Chanyuan home."

With Gojo Satoru's investigation methods, even she could find some clues, so the information is even simpler. At that time, he should be investigating the relationship between Fu Heisher and her.

Suspicious guy.

Seeing that Fuheihui and Wuzhi's faces gradually turned cold, the child's nervousness was highlighted, and subconsciously said hastily: "I didn't tell him anything."

After finishing speaking, the little black-haired boy pursed his lower lip: "He even asked me if I want to follow him..."

At the age of him and Tsumiji, he really needs an older person to take care of him.

"It's ok."

Shaking his head with Wuzhi, he returned to his gentle appearance, rubbed his head with one hand, and said very intimately: "You are still young, and you need guardians for many things, follow him..."

The tone paused.

...It's better to follow Xia Youjie.

After thinking about it, Wuzhi still swallowed these words. After all, Xia Youjie's current status is not an upright magician, and he doesn't know what happened to the two little girls.

She pursed her lower lip, and her reserved tone trembled slightly, like dewdrops passing through the branches and leaves, falling on the window sill.

"You can decide for yourself. Although he has a bad personality, he is not a bad person."

At this time, Fu Heisher ran out and yelled dissatisfiedly: "Hey, this is my son. Do you want him to be a magician with that kid? Are you really not afraid that he will turn around and kill his relatives righteously?"

Yuwuzhi coldly chose to reply in his mind: "Anyway, you are dead."

Fu Heihui thought about her words, but abnormally did not wave the hand on top of his head. Besides the smell of wine, there was also a hint of cold fragrance, which was her smell.

The gentle and gentle touch aroused his drowsiness and faintly wanted to grab the corner of her clothes.

...Why is this happening?

His vision seemed to be blurred, and the black-haired boy unconsciously rubbed his palm against Miri, his cheeks began to heat up.

Fu Heihui, who completely let go of his guard, let out a low breathing sound, and his little hands that were gripping the quilt loosened and grasped again, as if he was restraining something.

No matter how precocious, he is still just a child.

The bright moonlight showed his expression at this time, the face was very similar to Fu Heisher, and Wu Zhi felt something was wrong, the back of his hand was pressed against his forehead, a little hot, did he catch a cold?

Thinking this way, Yuwuzhi sent the faint white light to Fu Heihui, only to see him whimpering like a kitten, and fell on her without any strength.

What's wrong! ?

Startled by Kiriori, he caught him.

"Hey, stay away from him!" Fuheshier realized Yuzhi's physique, and his voice was a little faster than before.

Yuri also thought about it, and immediately laid him down on his back, and took a few steps back.

"Forget it, let's go." Yuwuori realized the seriousness of what Mikage and Yato said, and it seemed that there was one more thing that had to be resolved.

"Tsk, I shouldn't have come here." Fu Heisher pulled the corner of his mouth, his eyes darkened, and stared at Fu Heihui for a while.

"...Do you have anything to say to him before you leave?"

Fu Heisher was silent for a while, and he didn't let out a breath until Wuzhi was about to turn around, and returned to his original casual tone, "Let him grow up and make good money for me, and pay me the 20 billion that he owes me." Interest paid off."

"........."

Yuwuzhi bent down softly, tucked him in the quilt, hesitated for a while before slowly speaking in the black-haired little boy's ear: "Your father hopes that you grow up safely, and then return the money to him."

The moonlight tonight is surprisingly gentle, blowing into the room with the sweet evening wind.

Fu Heihui buried his ignorant little head in the pillow, trying to pull out a confusing question.

...how?

... burn it to him?

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"Hey, where are you going now?"

Although Wuzhi and Wuzhi seem to be normal in all aspects now, Fuheshier still feels that she is like a drunk guy, and she may do something unexpected.

"Go to the God of Land, you can't do without a human body." With a gloomy expression on his face, Yuri immediately flew towards Mikage's shrine.

Sure enough, because of this incident, Fu Heisher came out of her hand, folded his arms, tilted his neck, and even his expression was not as casual as before.

"So that guy wanted to kill you so much at that time, why did you throw your body to him?" Fu Heisher said suddenly, and Rusha's voice became cold and hard.

Pausing with Wuzhi for a moment, the figure and the night are almost integrated, and the eyes are looking at the lights of the distant city.

"Is it hard to understand?"

"Ah, anyway, it's hard for me to understand. I was obviously planning to use my characteristics to fight back against Gojo Satoru, but in the end, I left me and rushed forward?"

Fu Heisher curled her lips, and her tone was full of anger that she didn't even know where it came from. It was obvious that she was softening her heart to that kid from the Wutiao family.

Obviously the little devil embraced her with killing intent, but at the last moment he went forward alone.

Really upset.

"Shier, I am a god, and I am different from humans and curse spirits." Yuwuzhi's voice faded as the figure faded, and there was an incredible sense of emptiness in the night sky.

Fu Heisher frowned inaudibly, and then returned to normal.

"Maybe it has something to do with the birth of gods. Gods born from wishes will follow the instinct of fulfilling other people's wishes."

"We can listen to anyone's wishes, in addition to gaining the necessary beliefs, we also hope to be remembered."

The forgotten gods will disappear from this world.

Only by being remembered, the God who is naturally insensitive will feel a little... the meaning of existence.

Yu Wuzhi looked back at Fu Heisher with a smile on his face, with a hint of helplessness on his lips: "I know what you want to ask, all the diseases that Gojo Satoru suffers from are called love diseases by human beings, I can't I'm not moved, and I won't be moved only by him."

"So you can understand that."

"God loves the world."

The night wind was quiet.

The shadows of the trees whirling along the roadside, and the shadows of the street shaking.

It seems that after a long time, Fuheshier's silence was gradually melted by her special breath, and he no longer entangled in the meaning of the gods, which he couldn't understand, even if the explanation was clear——

He is not a god, and Kiriori is not human.

No empathy, no empathy.

But he has always been open-minded, wandering around casinos and knives all year round made the black-haired man no longer care about winning or losing and the result. After breaking free from Wuzhi, he stretched his muscles and tilted his head to look at her.

"You can't find the last finger?"

After thinking about it with Wuzhi, even if she found all the fingers, she still has no solution to Su Nuo for the time being, just to prevent this curse from harming the world.

The present self has become a troublesome existence instead.

"Let's put it on hold for now, even if you want to find it, it's not so easy. The person who took the finger must know that I'm looking for it." Yu Wuzhi lowered his eyes, two missing, it should be easy to find.

"By the way, go back to the shrine and tell them not to act rashly, and let Limei stay at the shrine."

Fu Heisher snorted unhappily, crossed his arms: "You want to push me away again?"

"Shir."

Yuwuori suddenly called his name very seriously.

The black-haired man with the scar on the corner of his mouth raised his eyebrows, and followed closely behind with folded arms, as if he wanted to hear what else Yuri could say.

"You were a human before you became an artifact, and even now you are no different from a human, but those guys are curse spirits, the product of innate malice."

And he is also born with the ability to restrain spells.

In this regard, Fuheshier is more reliable.

Li Mei doesn't know what he's doing recently, and he often disappears. After all, he used to be Su Nuo's servant, so he must be planning something about Su Nuo.

"Oh--"

Fu Heisher deliberately elongated his tone, and his sharp eyes seemed to contain unknown pleasure, and his tone also rose a little: "Do you mean you trust me a lot? Is there any reward?"

"Have."

"Huh?" Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows, he was only interested in this kind of thing.

"Wait when I get back."

Fu Heisher expressed extreme distrust for Wuzhi's empty talk. He was just about to open his mouth and turned around when he heard Wuzhi's tone of voice quite serious:

"By the way, if you meet a guy with blue hair in a tracksuit and a triangle scarf, stay away from him."

"……what?"

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It was almost dawn when we arrived at Mikage Shrine.

Maybe it's because the human body has been used for too long, but he felt a little tired, and Wuzhi blinked his sore eyes, and landed lightly in front of the eaves, his red and white clothes fluttering in the wind.

"..."

The inside of the shrine was dark and silent.

The colorful cherry blossoms also fell into the mud, giving off a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere.

I can't help but think of the gods who met and disappeared in the past, plus what I saw and heard before, and Wuzhi suddenly had an ominous premonition, and walked in quite nervously.

impossible.

This is the shrine of the land god.

Even if there is no incense, it will not...

Yuwuzhi pulled open the innermost wooden door with a dignified expression, and looked into the room panting. Although there was no light on the floor, the quilt was neatly spread and slightly raised.

...are, sleeping?

With a sigh of relief, Wuzhi walked in slowly, but fortunately nothing happened...

But why is there a strange breath?

She frowned and stretched out her hand to lift off the quilt, a strand of silver hair was picked up by the trend, gradually revealing that handsome and slightly coquettish sleepy face under the suspicious gaze of Wuzhi.

The furry ears trembled twice on the top of the head. The fox demon who was sleeping soundly opened his eyes immediately. When he saw the girl sitting beside him, his pupils immediately stood up, and he hurriedly picked up the quilt and shouted angrily.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"—What are you doing!!?"