I make a lot of money from vests

Yuan Yi was very vigilant and stood in front of several children.

"Mr. Wutiao also came to enjoy the flowers?" Yuan Yi showed an official smile, calm and calm.

It made Wujo Wuquan feel itchy, wanting to punch his hypocritical face to pieces.

Rarely did he want to hit someone so much, the last person he wanted to hit was already dead.

His mood was a little down, but when he saw a group of children with magic power behind him, he was instantly jealous and his hands itched again.

"No flowers."

Yuan Yi pretended to say: "That's the mission? Don't bother Wutiaojun's mission."

Want to drive him away?

Gojo Satoru was shameless, and sat down straight away: "I suddenly feel that flower viewing is also good, and the task is not as fun as flower viewing."

Several children gathered in a group and whispered.

Knotweed Youruhito: "This uncle is so weird, can he see the road clearly with bandages on his eyes? Doesn't he think it's strange?"

He didn't speak very loudly, but Gojo Satoru heard it.

uncle?strangeness?

This little brat deserves a beating.

Dongtang Aoi: "At first glance, he is a boring person. You don't need to ask what kind of woman he likes."

boring? ? ! !

Gojo Satoru couldn't believe it, he was the most interesting man ever.

Yoshino Junpei: "Is he also a conjurer like Atobe-sensei? But Atobe-sensei said that conjurers have no future, only playing tennis has a future."

There is a slightly normal child.

He agrees that conjurers have no future, what the hell is it that tennis has a future!

Dongtang Aoi said seriously: "Hey, do you want to be magicians or play tennis in the future?"

Knotashi Yuhito asked back: "I'm going to play tennis. I feel that tennis is much more powerful than spells. What about you, brother, do you play tennis or become a magician?"

Dongtang Aoi said without hesitation, "Of course I play tennis. I don't want to be a boring magician like that badminton head."

Gojo Satoru squeezed out a smile, childish words are ungrateful, you have to behave like an adult, and you can't care about like a child...what a fart.

"Hey, some brats over there."

Goujuan glanced at him sideways, took a bite out of the rice ball, and ignored him.

Dongtang Aoi: "Who is he calling, there is no kid here."

Kunzhang Youroto asked intimately, "Uncle, who are you calling?"

big...uncle...

Wujo Wujo said angrily, "Do I look old?"

Kunzhang Youroto scratched his head: "Did I call it wrong?"

Gojo Satoru: "Of course it's wrong."

"grandfather."

With gray hair, it's okay to call him grandpa, right?

Wutiaowu: "..."

Yuan Yi tightly squeezed the picnic cloth draped under his body, trying to hold back his laughter to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Knotweed Youruhito is naturally black, speaking the cruelest words with the most innocent expression.

As expected of the students he taught himself, all of them are smart and cute.

Zen Yuanhui silently walked away from Yuan Yi with a loving smile on his face.

In a group of people who were already abnormal, a very abnormal one was mixed in.

Megumi Zenyuan supported her head, staring blankly at Mount Fuji covered with snow.

There was an imperceptible smile on his lips, very faint, and disappeared without a trace after a little touch.

Although the people around me are not normal, the days like this can barely be considered happy.

Even bringing Zenyuan Shier is not so annoying anymore.

A bottle of soda rolled to his feet, still covered with water mist, he reached out to pick it up, glanced awkwardly at Zenyuan Shier and quickly looked back.

"Thank you."

Zenyuan Shi Er waved his hand indifferently: "No need."

After seeing Wujo Wu beside Yuanyi, Zenyuan Shier looked at the old man with a face.

The feud between the two is still there, and no one can understand the other.

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Is this the so-called calamity left behind for thousands of years?"

Zenyuan Shi Er smiled disdainfully: "Little devil, I don't die so easily."

Wutiao Wuyin and Yang said strangely: "Thank you, Mr. Zenyuan, for helping me comprehend a new technique."

Zenyuan Shi Er forced a smile: "You're welcome, I've done too many bad things. Do one or two good things to pay off the debt."

There was an undercurrent between the two, each had scruples, and neither of them made a move regardless.

Yuan Yi noticed the undercurrent between each other, and he silently took a step back.

The sparks between the two people's gazes were splitting, and he was so hot that he felt uncomfortable all over.

Wujo Wu looked at Zenyuanhui and said, "The Zenyuan family will let the child who has inherited ten shadow spells go home?"

Zenyuan Shier said with a smile: "He is not a child of the Zenyuan family, his surname is Jibu."

Zenyuanhui and Yuanyi showed almost the same astonishment on their faces, and said in unison:

"Since when did he change his surname to the Ministry of Tradition?"

"Since when did I change my surname to the Ministry of Tradition?"

Zenyuan Shi Er said calmly: "Not long ago."

There were two overlapping voices: "When?"

Gojo Satoru didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, he took a rice ball and gnawed it, and received the death stare from Goumaki.

He smiled, and in front of Goujul's gaze, took another one.

"Woodfish flower!"

Goujuan closed all the lunch boxes, put them next to him, and began to guard the rice balls.

Nagi Yoshino did not make many rice balls, and there would be no more than a few per person, so he was not willing to distribute them to this strange magician.

Yuan Yi: "Since when did his surname be Adobe?"

Zenyuan Shi Er raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't admit it?"

Yuan Yi: "..."

What does he admit?Besides, he is not the real Keigo Atobe, what happened to giving Keigo Atobe an extra child?

Chanyuan Shier seemed to see what he was thinking, approached him and said in a low voice, "Pseudonym? Anyway, whatever your surname is."

The warm breath fell on his neck, Yuan Yi's whole body tensed up, goosebumps gushed out.

Zenyuan Hui was in a tangle.

Changing your surname to Zenyuan and Jibu?Megumi Atobe?Sounds more like a girl...

Gojo Satoru coughed, his playful expression restrained.

He looked at Zenyuan Shier, his eyes seemed to penetrate the blindfold, and fell on him like a knife.

"I have nothing to do with your grievances with the Zenyuan family and the world of conjuration." He paused, inexplicably evoked a smile, but it made people shudder, "Juan... What does Sakata Gintoki's death have to do with you."

Zenyuan Shier: "???"

Yuan Yi: "???"

What the hell, why didn't he know that Sakata Gintoki's death had something to do with Zenyuan Shier.

Zenyuan Shier said bluntly: "It doesn't matter."

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "It doesn't matter? The found Sakata Gintoki's head has your blood sample on it."

Yuan Yi: "???"

They are talking about his vest, but I don't know anything about it, like a mental retardation.

Zenyuan Shier said calmly: "Oh, I can cut it."

Yuan Yi: "???"

What the hell are they talking about!

Why doesn't he know anything about this party!

"Morning Martin" reminds:

[Do you remember the head you copied? ]

"Remember, isn't that head on top of an unknown body?"

He looked at Zenyuan Shier and smiled helplessly.

Is this an unintentional help to him?

Wujo Gou smiled and said, "I let you run once, but the second time will not be so lucky."

The words he said were full of murderous intent, and he rushed straight to the monastery.

He was arrogant, and the Zen Court didn't even give in: "No. [-] in the magic world? I don't think so."

Yuan Yi frowned: "What are you playing dumb? Zenyuan Shier, what does that conjurer named Sakata Gintoki have to do with you?"

Zenyuan even said frivolously: "You asked, how could I not answer."

Gojo Satoru feels unwell, damn gay.

Yuan Yi said seriously: "Be more serious."

"It's true that I chopped off the head, but death has nothing to do with me."

Gojo Satoru: "Please explain clearly."

Zenyuan Shier: "Why should I tell you clearly?"

Yuan Yi said indifferently: "The Chanyuan is very good."

"I don't know who connected Sakata Gintoki's head to other bodies. Since you found Sakata Gintoki's head, you should have found traces of sutures on his forehead and neck."

Gojo Satoru said with a sullen face, "What is the purpose of doing this..."

Zenyuan Shi Er shrugged: "I don't know, but I have information that you don't know."

Gojo Satoru: "What?"

Zenyuan Shier stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers, the meaning was obvious.

"The head of the Wutiao family should not be short of money."

Gojo Satoru: "...you can make a price."

The Chanyuan even compared a "one": "One hundred million."

Yuan Yi almost froze, is the money so easy to earn?

[Chanyuan Shier is really talented in making money. ]

Yuan Yi said unhappily in his heart: "Then you go and bind him, get rich system!"

[... "Martin Morning" is my honor to be bound with you, not just any random person can be bound with me. ]

Yuan Yi felt a little better.

"Then you say that I am not casual, what are the advantages?"

[let me see. ]

"Give you three seconds."

"Morning Martin" quickly searched the database and found a bunch of boastful words.

[I don't need to mention "handsome", anyone with eyes can see it. ]

Yuan Yi instantly lowered his face: "It's not that I'm handsome."

[……has connotation. ]

Yuan Yi: "You are connoting me."

[......]

"One hundred million, Zenyuan Shier, you have a serious tone."

"Look at the No.1 in the world of magic, how reluctant to give this one hundred million."

Money is not important to Gojo Satoru.

He said, "Deal."

Source One: Sour.

Some people earn [-] million easily, and some people work so hard that they can't even get a fraction, such as him.

Zenyuan Shier: "Pay first."

"Account number." Gojo Satoru took out his phone and started transferring money.

Yuan Yi was sour again, and the [-] million was transferred as soon as it was said, such a large amount, without blinking an eye.

He was not so straightforward when he bought weapons to bomb high-rises.

Only he soured his wounded world reached.

After receiving the payment, Zenyuan Shier passed on a copy of the materials to him.

Gojo Satoru looked at the phone with a solemn expression.

"These people are all the same person. They have lived for thousands of years and have been active in your magic world."

Zenyuan Shi Er gloated: "The poor magic world has already become a sieve and has been infiltrated by the enemy."

Gojo Satoru turned off the phone: "One hundred million, just buy this little news, I will lose too much."

"I haven't finished talking yet, what's the rush?"

"Then you continue."

Of course Zenyuan Shier knew more than this, this ghost had a grudge against him, and it was a good thing for him to use Gojo Wu's hand to hit him.

"This person is the sorcerer from thousands of years ago, Konso. He once occupied the body of Kamo Kenrō, the head of the Kamo family, and created the Nine Phases of the Curse Embryo."

Gojo Satoru asked, "Only these?"

"Of course more than that." He conducted a secret investigation, and through the clues exposed by the rope, he discovered a thousand-year-old layout of the rope.

"Long Suo has continuously signed contracts with conjurers and spell spirits for thousands of years, and made their remains into spell objects, and sealed them in many containers."

A thin thread passed through Wutiao Wu's brain, and through the information from Zenyuan Shi'er, he clarified many things.

"Those who fell into a coma under an unknown curse."

After getting the information he wanted, Gojo Satoru didn't stay any longer.

He looked back at Zenyuan Shier, and politely said hello and farewell to him.

The moment he turned around, he quickly changed his face, and sent a text message with a cold face.

His money is not so easy to earn.