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"Excuse me sir, he has family."

Yuan Yi looked down at Gojo Satoru from a high position, the light was covered by him, and his figure covered the two people who were sitting on the ground casually.

Chanyuanhui: "Teacher Atobe?"

Yuan Yi taught him a lesson: "Chanyuanhui, you can, learn to run away from home and mix with dubious people."

Inexplicably, Gojo Satoru, who had a dubious connotation in Yuan Yi, looked up, and his dark blindfold blocked most of his face.

"Conjurer?"

Yuan Yi grimaced: "Silver hair is wearing the uniform of the high school of conjuration, are you Gojo Satoru? Are all young special grades so crazy?"

Gojo Satoru: "Both? Have you seen other super magicians?"

At present, there are only three special-level magicians, and Xia Youjie and 99 Youji are the only ones left besides him.

Yuan Yi didn't want to chat more, and said casually: "Today, I saw one on the mission, but I forgot the name, and the bangs are very special."

Gojo Satoru chuckled, "It's a coincidence that you met my friend."

Yuanyi took Zenyuanhui's hand and pulled him up, holding him very firmly for fear that he would be abducted by Wujo Wu.

Gojo Satoru glanced at their clenched hands, and said casually: "A Zenyuan family who has inherited ten shadow spells will not be allowed to wander outside."

Yuan Yi sullenly smiled suddenly, the smile was very proud: "It doesn't matter whether it's a Buddhist monk or someone else, wanting to take someone away from me is just a dream."

Yuan Yi's words were filled with sarcasm and contempt, as well as absolute confidence in himself.

It was already dusk, but the sun was inexplicably dazzling.

Gojo Satoru casually raised his head, his eyes met the beautiful hazy sunset behind Genichi.

His eyes shifted to Yuan Yi, almost dazzled by the dazzling light.

He stood up, wiped off the dust on his body, and waved casually: "Little devil, your uncle is here, so I will leave first."

One big and one small are just like the old man, and they get angry when they see it.

When Gojo Wu returned to the college, Xia Youjie was sitting in the corridor of the dormitory. There was a bottle of wine beside him, and he had already drunk more than half of it.

Gojo Satoru sat next to him and frowned in disgust. He waved his hand to drive away the smell of alcohol, but he was almost drunk just smelling the strong smell of alcohol.

Xia Youjie looked like he had just taken a shower, his body was still covered with mist, and his hair was wet on his shoulders.

Wujo Satoru wasn't someone who cared about other people's emotions, but something was obviously wrong with Xia Youjie.

He asked casually: "Did you meet a guy who called himself my uncle who deserves to be beaten in today's mission?"

Xia Youjie said "Yes", "Kinggo Atobe, a first-class magician."

Gojo Satoru let out a "cut" and said, "Even the name is so annoying."

Xia Youjie smiled helplessly: "Why do you ask this suddenly? The cake I brought you is in my dormitory. If you want to eat, go get it yourself."

"Today, the sugar content has seriously exceeded the standard, but I don't think too little of sugar."

Wujo Gou couldn't wait to arrive at Xia Youjie's dormitory. He took the cake on my table and accidentally bumped into the group photo of three people on the table.

He lifted the photo up and made a grimace at the man in the middle of the photo who was wearing a baggy kimono with an unruly face.

Then he picked up the cake and swayed triumphantly in front of the photo.

He bit off more than half of the cake in one bite, and said vaguely: "Today, I saw a child who inherited ten shadows. He is still young and suitable for training. Just as I was about to abduct him, that Atobe Jingwu took him away. Robbed."

Xia Youjie put down the wine bottle and asked doubtfully, "Someone in the Chanyuan family has inherited ten shadow spells, why is there no news at all?"

Although he came from a family of conjuration, he also learned a lot of knowledge and anecdotes about the conjuration world after he went to the conjuration college.

As one of the three imperial families, the Chanyuan family has not inherited the ten shadow spells for many years.

There are quite a few spells handed down by the Chanyuan family, but only ten shadow spells can be called the strongest.

Wujo Wu: "It seems to be a wandering child from a Buddhist monastery family, retribution."

Xia Youjie drinks, Gojo Wu eats cake.

He picked up the cake and touched Xia Youjie's wine bottle, then broke off a small piece of cake and threw it on the ground.

The small piece of cake didn't stay on the ground for long, and it attracted a group of ants, densely covering it.

Xia Youjie said, "Will the Chanyuan family let this child go outside?"

Gojo Satoru: "Maybe they don't know that the Chanyuan family has been suppressed by the six eyes and no lower limit spells for too long, and they can cultivate a magician who can compete with me. I'm afraid they are even dreaming."

Xia Youjie: "I have read in the classics that the master of the Zenyuan family who inherited the ten shadow spells thousands of years ago and the Wujo family who inherited the six eyes and no lower limit magician died in a fight."

Gojo Satoru threw another piece of cake on the ground, and ants swarmed to him. He said casually, "You mentioned it like this, it seems to be the case. But Keigo Atobe doesn't know what it has to do with that kid. He looks like He is not someone who can bring good fruit to the family of the Zen Academy.”

Xia Youjie poured the rest of the wine in the bottle to the ground, his face was exhausted and his mental state was not good.

"The matter of the Chanyuan family has nothing to do with us. Wu, go to bed early."

Xia Youjie walked back to the dormitory, inexplicably feeling a lot more mature and older.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth to call him, but the words got around his mouth and swallowed them back.

That is Xia Youjie, no matter what he does, he has his own ruler in his heart and can move forward firmly.

If you comfort him, you may be comforted by him instead.

There were more and more ants on the ground, Gojo Satoru picked up a branch from the ground, and moved the cake that the ants were about to move to the nest to a farther place viciously.

"Food that is obtained through hard work is more delicious, and food that is too easy to obtain will not be cherished." Gojo Satoru squatted down and watched the ants regroup and continue to deliver the cake. "I am doing it for your own good."

The ants lined up in long lines, methodically working to bring the food back.

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There are large dark clouds blown by the wind, the leaves are shaking and rustling, and the wind chimes under the eaves are ringing.

Gojo Satoru raised his head and closed his eyes, some drops dripped on his neck.

"It's raining."

The heavy rain fell as soon as it was said, and the strong wind blew past. Zen Yuanhui covered his clothes tightly. He just wore a shirt instead of a school uniform jacket, and the wind directly poured into his body from the collar.

He shrank back in the cold, raised his head and peeked at Yuan Yi who was standing beside him.

He approached him silently, standing beside him felt more secure, and there was a faint heat coming from him.

Yuan Yi snorted softly and took off his coat.

The warm coat was put on Zen Yuanhui's head, and when his eyes went dark, he smelled the faint fragrance of roses on the coat.

He took off his coat and said firmly, "I don't need it."

The cold wind blew and mixed with the rain, Chanyuanhui sneezed.

The coat in his hand instantly turned into a hot potato, it was so embarrassing... The sneeze was out of season, and his momentum weakened immediately.

Yuan Yi snorted and said, "Teacher, don't my clothes suit you? You can also go to the man with the same hairstyle as badminton just now. From the hairstyle point of view, the two of you are quite suitable."

Zen Yuanhui put on his coat silently, and was instantly surrounded by the fragrance of roses.

Ah, I'm angry, why are adults so troublesome.

"Teacher, do you know the Chanyuan family?"

Yuan Yi was still angry, and wanted to teach this sea urchin who "run away from home" a lesson.

His tone was stiff, and he looked angry.

"I know, the Zen Academy, one of the three royal families in the magic world, is the place that pays the most attention to blood." Yuan Yi didn't like the Buddhist family, and said mockingly, "This kind of magic family has long-standing traditions to maintain identity and status. And the resulting bad habits sound powerful, but they are rotten from the root.”

Zenyuanhui pursed her lips and continued to ask: "The person who has ten shadow spells is a member of the Zenyuan family?"

Yuan Yi lowered his eyes to look at him: "Spells come with your blood. Not only do you have ten kinds of shadow spells in your blood, but you also have the blood of the Chanyuan family."

Although Zenyuan Hui is young, she thinks a lot.

He has almost confirmed what the silver-haired blindfolded man said before, that he has no magic power and tore a bloody path from the Zenyuan house, and the person who left the Zenyuan house was his father——Chanyuan Shier.

He really couldn't equate that courageous man with his rotten father.

The society is too filthy, making him even more filthy?

"What do you suddenly ask about the Zenyuan family?" Yuan Yi said vigilantly, "You don't want to go to the Zenyuan family to find relatives, do you?"

That can't work, I went to the Zenyuan's house, and the sea urchins I raised were about to disappear again.

Chanyuanhui: "No..."

The rain became lighter and the water droplets fell to the ground.

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Yuanyi's voice was mixed with moist water vapor, as if floating from far away.

"Hui, I know that your father is a rotten person. But the fact that he took you out of the quagmire of the Zenyuan family so that you can walk in this world without burdens is not rotten."

Confusion flashed across Zen Yuanhui's eyes.

Ever since he could remember from birth, he had a bad impression of Zenyuan Shier.

I wandered around with him in different women's homes, and I couldn't hear what he cared about him, and he spoke very meanly, and didn't care about everything.

Sometimes he will be penniless because of losing the bet, completely forgetting that he hasn't eaten yet.

He never called Zenyuan Shier's father, and he always called him by his first name.

The relationship between the two is not even as good as that of strangers. Even if Shier died in the next second, he didn't think he would feel a little bit sad.

His death was not as important to him as the death of an animal.

Yuan Yi sighed, and knelt down to help him zip up his jacket.

He touched his head, and the bristling hair was crushed, and then stood up again in a blink of an eye.

"He just doesn't know what a father should look like. After all, he hasn't seen a decent father since he was born."

Zen Yuanhui was stunned in place, and suddenly thought of the question he asked the silver-haired man.

"If a person without mantra power is born in a Buddhist monastery, how will he be treated?"

"It will be extremely miserable, being bullied by a bunch of people, and living like animals."

Zen Yuanhui lowered his head, half of his face was tucked under the collar of his coat.

After a long time, he said lightly, "I still hate him."

Yuan Yi echoed, "I hate him too!"

Chanyuan Hui looked up, curious in his eyes: "You hate him? You were still in the room that day... Shouldn't this be something only people who like each other can do?"

Yuan Yi: "???"

What nonsense is Zenyuan Hui talking about?

Yuan Yi sullenly said, "How can I like him? He is a rotten person. He even steals my things and sells them. He is as thick-skinned as a city wall. I like him? Is there something wrong with my blindness?"

Chanyuanhui: "But..."

Yuan Yi: "No but, that's a misunderstanding."

When the rain stopped, Yuan Yi angrily took Chan Yuan Hui home.

Zenyuan Shier came out from the shadows, holding two umbrellas in his hand.

He randomly threw the umbrella into the trash can, completely ignoring the classification.

"Brainless guy, speak for me?" He sneered, his tone mocking.

"I won't appreciate it."