Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

——Which tastes better?

This question is too fatal, and I feel that no matter how I answer it, I will die.

Ayin was dazed for a while, bathed in the silent gaze of the black-haired young man, her brain ached suddenly, her thoughts ran wildly, and a strong desire to survive rushed straight from her heart to the sky.

"For me, this is incomparable." Her emotional intelligence exploded like never before, and her desire to survive was immediately full, "The taste of Your Excellency Chanyuan is light cherry blossoms, and Your Excellency Wujo's is a stimulating wine, both of which are unique in this world thin blood..."

Duanping.At this time, a bowl of water must be leveled, and not a drop can be spilled.

Regardless of the fact that only the Chanyuan was present at this time, if Ayin really became a diode, he would tell His Excellency Wutiao what to do as soon as he turned around.

...Although Ah Yin didn't think he would be that boring.

Zen Yuanhui probably came on a whim and didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. He nodded casually and took the lead to look away: "It's getting late. Let's go back first."

Passed.

Ayin felt relieved, she bent her eyes and smiled: "Okay."

The black-haired young man walked slowly ahead. Ayin was holding a purple umbrella and was behind his shadow. Her agile eyes were glued to the young man's flicking low ponytail. Sharp, quietly poked the long black hair of the temple.

In fact, in terms of appearance alone, these two Patriarchs are of the top class.

However, Ayin paid more attention to their hair color than their faces.

Wutiao's white hair is soft and supple, like the clouds in the sky, pure white without any impurities, it is like a special attack on the flower planter's rabbit, dancing on A Yin's xp.

It's just... maybe it's a foreign country, and it's hard for a wanderer to return.Compared with the white hair that he once "liked", when Ayin saw the pure black hair and black pupils of the Buddhist monastery, the sudden intimacy in his heart could not deceive anyone.

Ayin followed closely behind the black-haired young man, step by step, carefully twirling a few strands of black hair between his fingers, rubbing and rubbing, having a great time.

Unexpectedly, her petty actions were caught by the other party.

Zen Yuanhui tilted his head slightly, with helplessness in his eyes, he pulled his hair out of Ah Yin's hand, looked at the ghost girl who was smiling and blinking and trying to pass the test, he touched the top of her head with his hand, and rubbed it gently twice .

"You are really..." He sighed, "You are more naughty than those children in my family."

Opened up his conversation, of course Ayin would not let it go.

She took advantage of the situation and asked, "Are there many children in Your Excellency Chanyuan's family?" She tilted her head, as if thinking, "Speaking of which, I heard that Your Excellency Wutiao introduced the Yusan Family. Your family has the same technique."

"Yeah." The Patriarch of the Zen Academy nodded, and he said in a low voice, "It's just that the family's spells are strong or weak, and they may not be 100% passed down along with the blood. For example, the 'six eyes' of the Wutiao family, the frequency in this world is as high as [-]%. A hundred years is the unit. The "Ten Shadows" of the Buddhist monastery are not so exaggerated, but they are only passed on once every few generations."

Therefore, when he with the "ten shadows" and Wujo, who was born with "six eyes", were born at the same time, it almost shocked the entire magic world.

"Besides that guy, the Gotiao family doesn't have a second pair of six eyes. Similarly, the Zenyuan family... I'm the only one who possesses the ten-shadow technique."

A Yin raised his head in confusion: "The children in the Buddhist monastery all practice ordinary spells?"

"It can't be said to be ordinary..." The Chanyuan pondered for a while, and chose an easy-to-understand statement, "It's just that those children didn't inherit the ancestral spells. And some children with ordinary talents cannot enter the sect and can't get better. The training of resources is even more difficult."

It sounds like a family with strict rules.

Ayin shrunk her head silently.

Ayin didn't ask too much, but Chanyuan Hui seemed to be immersed in some kind of memory, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the figure of a boy flashed in his mind, with an angry face and blood on his forehead.

That was before he left Kyoto.

At that time, the sun was shining brightly and the heat was unbearable.He stood in front of the courtyard of the main house with a cold expression on his face, and his calm eyes fell on the young man who was caught by the servants in the courtyard.

The little boy had a bruised nose, a swollen face, and bruises all over his body. His hands were clasped behind his back by his attendants. He punched and kicked like a raging lion cub, but he couldn't break free. He could only express his anger by roaring and questioning the patriarch of the Buddhist monastery hysterically.

"Why, why should I be expelled from the clan? Obviously I defeated them all, none of them are stronger than me!"

"Why do you say I'm trash?"

"Tell me! Aren't you the owner of the Buddhist monastery?! Give me an explanation—"

In the end, the boy was beaten unconscious by the servants.

The servant picked up the young offender, bowed deeply to Zen Yuanhui, and said fearfully, "I'm sorry, my lord, I surprised you. Let's take this ignorant guy out."

"..."

From the beginning to the end, Hui of the Chanyuan was silent.

Why……

He watched silently as the servants threw the young boy out, and then turned back into the house.

The boy's eyes are very good.Like a vigorous lion, the dark pupils of the eyes are beating with anger, like a volcano erupting, and the magma is surging.

However, young people's minds are too simple, their self-esteem is too strong, too fragile, and they cannot be broken.

He is too young to know that the shadow of the so-called family is like an invisible mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's head, their hands and feet are wearing invisible shackles, and those who try to break the stereotypes will only be doomed.

Why are you expelled from the clan, why are you mocked as trash?

No matter how strong you are physically, can your punches break the shackles of people's hearts, can your kicks break the rules that have been established for thousands of years?

In the Yusanjia of the magic circle, not having magic power is the original sin.

You can only remain silent until you are strong enough to make everyone change their minds for you.But you are too young to understand this.

"...Your Excellency of the Chanyuan?"

"Your Excellency Zen Yuan!"

The girl's crisp call brought back his wandering thoughts, and he suddenly came back to his senses, like waking up from a dream.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Zen Yuanhui said softly.

"It's all right." Ayin turned to the other side of him and tugged at his sleeve, "I mean, the hotel is here. Your Excellency Gojo should already be waiting for us inside."

Will that guy really wait for someone?Zen Yuanhui looked indifferent, expressing that he did not believe it.

A Yin laughed, thinking that these two patriarchs are really fascinated by the impression of each other...

But this time Ayin was right, Wutiao really didn't sleep.The young man with loose white hair pushed open the window sash on the second floor, leaned on the window sill, rested his chin with his hands, and waved to them with a smile.

"Your Excellency Zenyuan, and Ayin~"

"Your Excellency Wutiao, you haven't slept yet!" A Yin bounced and waved, responding enthusiastically.

Zen Yuanhui didn't bother to pay attention to him, and squinted at the person and ghost who were talking to each other in the air two floors away, closed his eyes and shook his head, and walked into the hotel.