I make a lot of money from vests

The smell of disinfectant was very offensive, Yuan Yi held his breath and moved forward.

The two did not speak, and there were only footsteps and ice falling in the space.

Honglong opened the way ahead, and soon they arrived at the place where the curse spirit was.

There was no prior communication, but the two shot at the same time with a tacit understanding.

The magic spirit summoned by Xia Youjie dragged the ice-condensed magic spirit into the simple field, and Yuan Yi took advantage of the gap to attack quickly.

The tennis racket in his hand was swung by him like a samurai sword. He hooked his fingers, and the tennis ball came from nowhere, and according to his instructions, he threw it at the curse spirit in all directions.

The tennis racket in Yuan Yi's hand was released, and under his control, he easily broke through the defense line of the magic spirit.

Xia Youjie's inexplicable way of attack made Xia Youjie feel familiar, and he thought of a person who had just died - a person whose body was not found.

However, the tennis racket that flew up in the next second shattered all his fantasies.

Paying funeral exercises, this is not a spell he will use.

He let out a breath of white air. He has had poor sleep recently and his mental state is not good, which made him have this illusion.

"Special grade, why are you in a daze?" Yuan Yi frowned, his face tensed, "How did you pass the special grade assessment?"

Xia Youjie reacted: "Sorry, Mr. Atobe."

The mantra spirit has been knocked down by Yuan Yi, his chin slightly raised, with a haughty look: "I'll leave it to you."

Xia Youjie: "Thank you, Mr. Atobe."

Xia Youjie felt very lucky to meet a hard-spoken and soft-hearted conjurer.

The curse spirit was compressed into a black core, and Xia Youjie swallowed the core with heavy eyes.

The field of birth collapsed, and they returned to the abandoned hospital again.

The coughing sound continued, heart-piercing, and it came from Xia Youjie's mouth.

The taste of the curse spirit is as bad as ever, the higher the level, the more unbearable it is.

The negative emotions contained in the curse spirit rushed into Xia Youjie's brain.

The sound of heavy breathing, the "tick" sound of the ECG monitor...

Xia Youjie stood in the corridor, pushing the bed nurse through his body.

The hospital bed was covered with a white cloth, covering the body that had just died and was still warm.

The expressions on the faces of the people who could see it were all the same indifference.

"I don't want to die..."

Xia Youjie heard the sound of crying, with unwillingness and fear.

The doctor took the sedative and injected it into the emotionally broken patient. For a moment, Xia Youjie seemed to be overwhelmed by great despair.

But the despair didn't last long, and quickly dissipated.

In this hospital, there are too many negative emotions that cannot be released.

These emotions are increasing day by day, and from these negative emotions, it is born...

"Special grade?" Yuan Yi shouted, "What's wrong with you?"

Xia Youjie was half kneeling on the ground, pinching the clothes on his chest with his fingers, with a painful expression on his face.

His face was pale, and cold sweat kept falling.

Great pain consumed him.

He reluctantly said, "I'm... fine."

Yuan Yi subconsciously touched his pocket, but it was empty, and there was nothing he wanted.

Let go of your fingers feebly, forget it, it's better not to expose yourself.

Yuan Yi: "My uncle is not blind, no matter how you look like this, you don't seem to be okay."

He stretched out his hand with a slightly disgusted expression.

The ground emotion just received receded like a tide, Xia Youjie looked up, the hand in front of him looked broad and powerful, with slender fingers and calluses from holding a tennis racket for a long time.

Xia Youjie held this hand and was pulled up.

"Thank you."

Yuan Yi responded in a nonchalant manner, picked up the scattered tennis balls on the ground, and prepared to leave.

Xia Youjie suddenly stopped Yuan Yi: "Mr. Atobe, thank you for your help, can I treat you to dinner?"

Yuan Yi refused him without any hesitation: "No need."

After speaking, he gradually walked away with his tennis bag on his back, and his back disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Xia Youjie stayed where he was for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

The cake in his hand was smashed due to strenuous exercise.

"With this appearance, Wu Chi must be picky."

Xia Youjie went around to the cake shop again, this time he only bought one cake.

Gojo Wu didn't wait for Xia Youjie for a long time, he put on his coat and prepared to go out to look for food first.

On the way to the city, he deliberately checked the dessert shops with high scores.

The pictures above the comments look very tempting.

After he had a full meal, he specially packed some delicious food and went home.

Sitting on the side of the road was a child with a dull face. He was carrying a schoolbag, and the shadow under him was shaking faintly.

Gojo Satoru turned back, pulled off the blindfold, and met the child on the side of the road with blue eyes.

The child withdrew his eyes coldly, clenched his schoolbag tightly, and got up to leave.

strange man.

Six Eyes received the message, Gojo Satoru put the blindfold back on, and looked at the leaving child with a malicious smile.

"When did the Chanyuan family have a child who inherited ten shadow spells? It's quite deep."

Chanyuan Hui stopped in her tracks, with "unintelligible" and "none of your business" on her face.

Gojo Wu said unhappily: "The people in the Chanyuan family are as annoying as ever."

Chanyuanhui: "I'm not the Zenyuan family you said."

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what's your last name?"

"...the Buddhist monastery."

"Surname Zenyuan?" Gojo Satoru sneered, "Isn't the person who inherited the ten shadow spells from the Zenyuan family? Is he from my Wujo family? Little brother, don't pretend."

Zenyuan Hui never heard Zenyuan Shier mention other family members, he always felt that it is normal for people like Chanyuan Shier to have no family members.

If he said he jumped out of a crack in the rock, he would believe it.

Could it be that this tall, silver-haired Zenyuan homeowner is related to Zenyuan Shier?

From his words, we can know that the person who inherited the "ten shadow spells" is very important to the Zenyuan family, and he may be able to get rid of the Zenyuan Shier with other relatives.

"Can you... tell me about the Chanyuan family?"

"of course can."

Gojo Satoru told Chanyuan Kei all the information about the Zenyuan family, and most of them were negative comments.

"The Zenyuan family is dominated by a group of ruthless old-fashioned old men. There are distinct classes in the family. Normal people can be driven into lunatics in the Zenyuan family..."

I don't know if what this man said is true or not, but Chanyuan Hui has given up on going to the Chanyuan's house to get rid of Chanyuan Shier.

Zenyuan Shier is a rotten person, and the Zenyuan family is a group of rotten people.

Chanyuanhui suddenly asked: "If a person without mantra power is born in the Zenyuan family, how will he be treated?"

Gojo Wu said with a bad smile: "It will be very miserable, being bullied by a bunch of people, and living like an animal."

Zenyuan Hui was silent, thinking of Zenyuan Shier's arrogant appearance, if he was really a member of the Zenyuan family, he could barely understand why Chanyuan Shier was in such a ghostly state now.

Gojo Satoru took apart a strawberry Daifuku and stuffed it into his mouth in two or three strokes.

He said vaguely: "I remember that there was a person in the Zenyuan family who had no magic power and was bound by the 'Heaven and Curse' before. He made a big fuss in the Zenyuan family, killed many people and left the Zenyuan family."

Gotiao Satoru's tone was slightly gloating, he had always disliked these families that were rotten from the root.

"What is the sky and the curse?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "I now believe that you are not from the Zenyuan family. A person who has inherited ten shadow spells and may be the future master of the family doesn't even know the most basic knowledge of spells."

I hate him, Chanyuan Hui thought to herself.

Gojo Satoru opened another big fortune, this time filled with oranges.

He asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Zen Yuanhui refused with a cold face: "No."

Gojo Satoru swallowed Daifuku in one gulp: "What a not cute kid at all."

Zenyuan Hui has a serious face, her cuteness has long since been worn away by life.

***

When Yuan Yi returned to the villa, the Chanyuan was not even there, and neither was Huiyuan.

He glanced at the time, Dianchanyuanhui should have been out of school long ago.

The door of Chanyuan Hui's room was wide open, and Yuan Yi opened the closet. There was not a single piece of clothing missing in it, and all kinds of animal pajamas were neatly hung.

There were ceramic shards on the ground. Yuan Yi found the trash can and found the smashed piggy bank.

What did Zenyuan Hui smash the piggy bank for?

He is not a kid who likes to spend money. He has very low desire to shop, has nothing he likes, and has no hobbies.

He saved all the money that Zenyuan Shier usually gave him for meals.

Although Zenyuan Shier is not a good father, he is not stingy.

When they have money, they don't hesitate to give money to the Zen Academy.

It's just that Zenyuanhui generally doesn't care much about the money he gives.

"He broke the piggy bank, wouldn't it mean he ran away from home?"

The task has not been completed yet, Zenyuanhui has not yet reached the standard of "Martin Morning" to determine the success of the training. If he leaves, won't he have to find another child to train from scratch?

It's just too bad.

Yuan Yi took out the "special locator", endured the noise of the locator, and entered the name of "Chanyuanhui".

"Turn 100 meters ahead, walk fast, I have never seen a person who procrastinates like you."

Yuan Yi's face was paralyzed: "Is there any way to make it shut up?"

[Disadvantages of specials, please bear with me.Its cheapness and its features more than outweigh its few shortcomings. ]

"Look at you, a trash dim sum that even kids can't stand, and you still want me to shut up. Go straight for 500 meters and hear that there is no trash dim sum?"

Yuan Yi: "...can I complain to the maker of this item?"

[This is your right and you can exercise it. ]

"What? Want to complain to my father?"

The locator started to smoke, my body was hot, snowflakes appeared on the screen, and I couldn't see the route clearly.

Yuan Yi: "...what's going on?"

[After testing, the "special locator" mood index is negative, and the strike mode is turned on. ]

Yuan Yi took a deep breath, threw the locator on the ground, and stepped on it several times.

The locator is completely out of service.

[The "special locator" has been closed by itself. If you need to reopen it, please say "you are my good baby" to the "special locator" three times with emotion. ]

Yuan Yi's expression twisted: "Am I sick?"

He picked up the autistic "special locator" and wanted to throw it into the trash can, but he didn't know which trash can it should be thrown into as it belonged to identity garbage.

Yuan Yi had no choice but to put the "special locator" back into the backpack.

Relying on his memory, he continued to go to the location of Chanyuanhui that he had located.

Hope Zenyuanhui is still in place and has not moved.

"Hey, kid, if you don't have a family, would you like to come with me?"

Yuan Yi heard this sentence as soon as he arrived at the positioning location, and he glared at Bai Mao who was sitting next to Zen Yuanhui.

Gojo Satoru, this big trash, actually wanted to poach his little sea urchin?

Is there such a shortage of people in the magic world?Not even a hard sea urchin will be spared!