Color painting collection and a certain strongest

Sweet dessert shop.

Jianren Qihai turned his head and saw the person who called out the names of the five seniors standing silently in the aisle behind him.

The manager of Sweet Dessert Shop is one of the best in Tokyo for making desserts. It is said that he came to open an ordinary dessert shop because of his childhood wish.

So whenever at this time, when the store manager personally shrinks the limited edition strawberry tart, the already good business in the store will be particularly hot.

In contrast, there are extraordinarily many people in the store.

Although there are people coming and going, after all, Jianren Qihai himself is a second-level magician. If he can stand behind him quietly when he is not paying attention, it shows the strength of the opponent, at least his physical skills are far away. stronger than him.

If this is the case, Jianren Qihai will not tense his muscles as if facing a big enemy, mainly because as a magician who always faces death, Jianren Qihai has keenly noticed the blood stains on the hem of the opponent's coat.

Judging from the solidified color, it's human blood!

This made Qihai Jianren's pupils shrink suddenly, revealing a defensive look.

He looked up and down the person in front of him.

The handsome face of the black-haired young man smiled gently, and his voice was soft, which was completely opposite to the blood stains on his body. The blood-red sunlight outside the window shone on his body, and half of his face was immersed in darkness, making him look like a giant. sense of fragmentation.

but.......

What he just called out was the name of the five seniors.

Thinking that Senior Wujo was also here, Jianren Qihai relaxed his tense attention a little, and felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Regardless of whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend, at least the safety of other people here is guaranteed.

Although the senior is very, very, very unreliable, at least he is very strong!

The result is friendly.

And it is reliable to be able to control Wutiao's predecessors... Curse Master? !

..........

When Qihai Jianxin was on alert, behind him, Gojo Satoru pricked up his ears almost as soon as he heard the sound.

He swallowed the butter in his mouth in one gulp, turned his head to look at Lan Tang, waved his hands reservedly and said, "Lan Tang! I have prepared a surprise for you!"

"Ok?"

The black-haired handsome young man slowly walked behind him, Lan Tang smiled, the coldness from the previous killing dissipated, and the warmth flowed in the golden-green eyes again: "What surprise, can you tell me?"

Gojo Satoru moved out an empty seat, patted Lan Tang to sit down: "No~ It's not a surprise if I say it~"

Lan Tang sat over and said indulgently, "Okay, then I won't ask any more."

"What kind of conversation is this between a child and mom and dad?" The lively Riko Tennai sat on a chair and complained quietly, and quickly lowered her head to eat dessert when Lan Tang looked over.

Riko Tenuchi is a little afraid of Lantang.

It wasn't because the fight between Lantang and Fu Heisher almost lost his mind, and the way he frantically pressed Fu Heisher on the ground and rubbed it was terrible.

It was the look Lan Tang inadvertently looked at her during the interval of the battle.

It's not like looking at a 'person', but like looking at an 'ant'.

The waiter stood at the table blushing and waited for Lan Tang to order. Lan Tang took the menu and handed it to Wujo Wu naturally.

Gojo Satoru also took it naturally, and scolded Fang Qiu unceremoniously: "I want limited edition mango millefeuille, strawberry cream tart, cranberry snowflake crisp, Oreo towel roll...all of these …”

Lan Tang cut off the words of the excited Wutiao Maomao: "One more cup of coffee, and pack the rest, thank you."

"Okay, customer." The waiter blushed even more, bowed and quickly went to the counter.

Wujo came to his senses after realizing it: "Hey—?"

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"Why pack it!"

Gojo Satoru is not happy anymore, Gojo Satoru is going to make a fuss!

"Wu, how much did you eat today?"

"...Can Lan Tang pretend that he didn't see it?"

"Ok?"

"Okay, it's okay to eat at night."

"This is for tomorrow."

"What? No way! It won't be fresh tomorrow!"

"I can pause their time."

"Okay." Every excuse was dismissed, and Gojo Satoru sat down at the table and ate a piece of cake.

Xia Youjie smiled and chatted with Lan Tang, and while chatting, he seemed to ask casually: "By the way, Lan Tang, where did the blood on your clothes come from?"

The table was very noisy before, but now everyone is quiet, especially the two juniors, Qihai and Huiyuan, Qihai is still a little vigilant now, and there is almost a sign on his face, "Senior Wutiao finally made friends with the curse master" ? ! '.

As for Huiyuan, perhaps it was the intuition of the little animal, this lively and cheerful one has been trying to shrink behind him, his head almost buried in his chest.

Explain first, let them know that Lan Tang is not a bad person.

Lan Tang acted nonchalantly: "It's nothing, I just found a few idiots who don't have a long memory."

"Go...give them a little longer memory."

In the plain words, there is a dangerous smell of blood that cannot be concealed.

Xia Youjie: "..." Lan Tang, where did you go and what did you do?

He almost misunderstood.

Ah, the juniors are even more afraid.

Lan Tang remembered the unpleasant scene when he went to see Lao Juzi before, his smile faded, and he changed the topic.

The scene in that room before was really similar to when he was still on the battlefield in his second life, fighting with other transcendents and straying into the army or town.

The aftermath of their battle shattered the fragile bodies of ordinary people, with severed limbs everywhere, and the disgusting blood lingering at the tip of their noses, making people sick.

But who would notice the ants at their feet? Except that there are people around when they are fighting. After all, some people hide too well. As a result, they don’t know when and what attack will cause blood to splatter when they are fighting. Block the view.

Lan Tang lowered his eyelids to hide the coldness and arrogance in his eyes, especially when he was fighting with people of similar strength, a little distraction would be troublesome and his clothes would get dirty.

Gojo Satoru put his face in one hand, turned his head to stare at Lan Tang, with a small spoon in his mouth, seeing Lan Tang's fading smile, he also felt vaguely unhappy.

Lan Tang suddenly turned his head and said doubtfully:

"What's wrong?" Suddenly stopped eating?

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru frowned and poked the strawberry tower in front of him, suddenly felt the sweet aroma of strawberries and cream faded: "Lantang, are you unhappy?"

In fact, he wanted to ask more: Do you hate the magic world?This upper level is the sorcerer's world of rotten oranges.

He suddenly remembered that Lan Tang liked the ordinary life full of poetry and flowers.

"No." Lan Tang felt that his cat seemed to have misunderstood something. He usually dealt with black market incidents and was not completely immersed in the pure white world.

So he reached out and stroked Mao Mao's soft white hair, and his thin lips curled into a gentle arc.

In the store filled with soft and sweet aroma, a girl's soft scream sounded.

I just remembered something unpleasant, but it was related to the war, so I didn't tell the children.

So Lan Tang rubbed Mao Mao's white hair again, and wrote lightly: "I'm not unhappy."

"Oh." Gojo Gojo stared at him with big blue eyes, as if he believed it, and continued to dig a large spoonful of cream into his mouth.

...........

In front of the school gate, most of the setting sun has sunk into the ground, and the damaged square has not been repaired, revealing a kind of poignant beauty of the doomsday wasteland under the setting sun.

It wasn't until he saw the burly figure of the night moth that Lan Tang remembered what he had forgotten.

At this moment, Lan Tang could not wait to turn around and leave.

"Lantang,"

However, it was too late, Ye Mozheng said with a blank expression: "Is there nothing you want to explain to me?"

"..." Lan Tang was silent for a while, and looked away: "I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong."

Lan Tang simply admitted his mistake, since he was his father anyway, there was nothing to be ashamed of!

"Hey—?!" Huiyuan, who had been quiet all the way, was no longer afraid in an instant, he poked his head out from behind Xia Youjie in surprise, showing round eyes of surprise: "Mr. Lan Tang is the son of Teacher Ye Mo?! !!"

Jianren Qihai's pupils trembled, and many, many flashed through his head in an instant, for example:

Senior Wutiao didn't interact with the curse master, and the world of curses is not over yet.

Is Teacher Ye Moth's son so old?

Teacher Noctua stands with his son......

"They don't look alike at all!" Riko Tenuchi complained in shock.

Maybe it was because the reliable aura of Noctua Moth Zhengdao was too strong, the lively people suddenly bottomed out, and the quiet atmosphere instantly became active again, and became more enthusiastic after the 'scary' black-haired youth was taken away.

It wasn't until Tool Man No. [-] brought two people that the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Kuroi Misato stepped forward instantly: "Dangerous! Missy, please back off!!!"

Riko Tennai: "This, this, this is!"

Xia Youjie: "Wu, Lan Tang will beat this child to death."

Jia Ruozi: "Wu, you don't even let children go?"

Hui Yuanxiong: "Hmm? What happened to these two children?"

Jianren Qihai: "Although I don't know what's going on, please don't do terrible things to children, I will call the police."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Gojo Wu was furious: "This is the second surprise I want to give Lan Tang! Who do you think I am!"

"Scum!!!"

.........

"Sorry Dad."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Lan Tang knelt in front of a pile of felt dolls, and his posture revealed a bit of obedience. The panda slowly climbed onto Lan Tang's shoulders and put his head on Lan Tang's.

One big and one small obediently looked at the old father who had a headache, trying to be forgiven.

Noctua Zhengdao looked at his son who he thought was sick and weak with a headache.

God knows how shocked he was when he learned that his son was the legendary super magician Attil!

Out of selfishness, he actually didn't want his son to become a conjurer, because the most he gained in this line of work was the loss.

Even the strongest can't protect everyone, there are always things that can't be taken care of.

But Lantang's talent is the strongest. There is no one in history who became a super magician at the age of five, and it is impossible for him to become a non-magician.

That being the case.......

Night Moth Zhengdao took a deep breath.

Lan Tang, who apologized well and received earnest instruction, didn't know that there was a shock waiting for him.

He was in a good mood, holding the panda and the night moth Zhengdao on the way to the dormitory, and went to watch the entrance surprise that Wujo Wu said.

The author has something to say: ah, during the New Year period, the stupid author should not insist on full attendance, it is too difficult, it is too difficult for the stupid author!

Happy New Year little angels! ! !

感谢在2021-02-1016:12:09~2021-02-1123:47:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Edogawa Ranpo 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：沦何兮兮59瓶；月下青梧、浅寺音10瓶；仁王狐狸8瓶；嗨，老婆5瓶；想当帅气大唧唧男孩子4瓶；青蘅、津岛泽野3瓶；南欢清梦2瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!