Color painting collection and a certain strongest

Lan Tang held the phone, his expression became more and more gloomy.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the restaurant, the frosted glass blocked Lan Tang's gaze, and subconsciously squeezed the phone tightly with his fingers.

half an hour.

Lan Tang put down his phone and started cooking as quickly as possible.

.....

Lantang's culinary skills can be said to be the top in the world. Wujo Gojo happily ate until he was full, and put down his chopsticks to rub his stomach happily.

Lan Tang also put down his chopsticks, and said softly, "Wu, I have something to tell you."

Looking at Lan Tang's serious eyes for the first time.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head:?

.....

The main residence of the Gojo family.

The erratic Master Wujo Wu is back!

Although the Wujo family was still having a funeral, the atmosphere in the mansion suddenly became festive.

Many people from the Wutiao family breathed a sigh of relief.

The father of Master Gojo, the young and promising first-class magician Makoto Gojo has passed away, and the genius of "Six Eyes" must not make any mistakes!

Originally, Gojo Makoto was only on the task of pulling out the embryo of a special curse spirit, but the curse spirit inexplicably got Su Nuo's finger and killed him instead.

This matter is full of strangeness everywhere, the elders of the Wutiao family are all arguing with other families.

The loss has already been caused, and now it is necessary to rely on this matter to obtain benefits!

.....

The servant respectfully brought Gojo Satoru and 'Mr. Attil' into a small courtyard.

Afterwards, all the servants in the yard were driven away by Gojo Satoru with a wave of his hand.

There was no one around, so Lan Tang simply gave up his disguise.

The subspace covering his body retracted, and the tall 'Mr. Attil' suddenly shrunk, revealing Lan Tang in the pile of clothes.

Lan Tang thumped hard, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

Gojo Satoru smiled slightly.

Lan Tang was arranging his clothes, when he heard the laughter, he immediately looked over suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru shook his head, and continued to look at the cherry blossoms in the yard, his usual lively and vigorous voice said lightly, "Don't be so careful, Lantang."

Gojo Satoru had a calm expression: "I've hardly seen that guy, I even forgot what he looked like, how could I be sad~"

The little white cat suddenly stopped being a demon.

Lan Tang frowned, a little worried, but still decided to treat him with a normal attitude, but no matter how angry he was, he had to hold back, don't get angry...

"Speaking of which, I suddenly found out that Lan Tang's hair really looks like a squid!" Lan Tang heard Mao Mao who was about to be treated with care said so in a surprised tone.

His face was full of surprise that he had just discovered the New World.

Lantang:...

Lan Tang grinned grimly.

......

Gojo Satoru held his head depressedly, the big bag on his head was steaming.

Lan Tang was content to hold tea and enjoy the cherry blossoms, when he heard a depressed voice next to him: "Lan Tang."

Gojo Satoru held his head, making his expression hard to see.

"As expected, I hate these upper echelons of the magic world the most. It is clearly a funeral, but it has become an exchange meeting for distributing benefits."

"How many people are really sad?"

"How many people are behind that guy's death?"

"Ah~ah~" Gojo Satoru let go of the hand holding his head, put his hands behind his back, and sat on the floor casually in a posture that a servant at home would kneel down and beg him to maintain etiquette, his white hair Glittering in the sun, the usually clear blue eyes seemed to be covered with ice.

"The way those people looked at me just now was so annoying, I really want to gouge their eyes out!"

Lan Tang gave the irritable little white cat a pat on the head, and comforted him: "Don't be angry, I frightened them."

When Lantang disguised himself as the weird magician 'Adiel' who liked to wear bandages, he came back with Gojo Satoru.

An early bird with a bad brain, who fell into the well at the door, sneered and sneered, just like Gojo Satoru would soon be decapitated without the protection of his father, a first-level conjurer.

The Wutiao family only sent a tribe member with a bad mouth to quarrel with him.

It is true that the elders of the Gojo family hold meetings in the conference room, but it is not enough for such a person to maintain the "six eyes" of the Gojo family.

Lantang understood the purpose of the Gojo family almost instantly.

Feeling the eyes from all directions.

Lan Tang didn't want Wujo Wu to be angry, so he followed the wishes of some members of the Wutiao family, and immediately killed the others as an example. As a new super magician, he was labeled as the Wutiao family.

.....

The little white cat puffed up his face, and got angry when he remembered what the old men at the door did: "I'm not talking about them making trouble, but the nasty things those old things did when they made trouble, it's so disgusting that I want to throw up. "

Listening to the example that the little white cat Miao Miao Miao gave himself to perceive with the 'six eyes', Lan Tang was very calm.

As an intelligence dealer who built a basic intelligence network, what dirty things did Lan Tang not see?

On the other hand, Wujo realized himself, and the more he talked, the more depressed he became, and finally closed himself.

Lantang Shunmao comforted: "Self-interest is the duty, and altruism is the duty of love. Don't be angry for irrelevant people. Even if it is for profit, they will still treat you well, and the result will be the same."

"But for Lan Tang, I have nothing to gain from me." The blue eyes of the little white cat looked at Lan Tang stubbornly.

Asked the doubts that have always been: "Why have you been pampering me? Why have you been protecting me?"

Wujo Gou stared straight at Lantang, his expression gradually took on a hint of madness.

"Why are you being nice to me?"

Although Lan Tang was sitting when he asked this question, he felt that at this moment, Gojo Satoru was like a lonely little tiger, the kind that would go crazy if he didn't take care of it seriously.

So Lan Tang didn't play it casually, but thought seriously and answered sincerely: "I don't know either."

"Maybe it's because you are my first friend?"

Lan Tang closed his eyes, and slowly dissected his thoughts: "I am an ordinary egoist, and I treat you well because I want to treat you well."

"Ordinary people always care more about their own interests, such as me. I am not a good person. If someone arrests you and threatens me and asks me to kill everyone in this house, I will do it without hesitation."

Lan Tang said coldly: "I can't bet on your life for one or two hundred people I don't know."

"As for why..."

Lan Tang turned his head, looked at the dumbfounded little white cat, and smiled.

A gust of wind brought the cherry blossoms down.

Under the sakura tree, in the sakura rain.

In Lan Tang's smile, in his golden-green eyes, there was tenderness and tenderness: "My feelings for you cannot be measured by interests."

"Monchouchou (Baby)"