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

On this day, Ayin had a sweet dream, literally sweet.

The delicacies of delicacies from mountains and seas of Huahuajia’s Sifang Cuisine were placed on plates in front of her. They were full of juice and bright in color.

Just as Ayin was bleeding from the pillow and giggling silly, Nakamura Yuichi's voice suddenly rang out in the room, pulling Ayin, who was deeply in a dream, back to reality.

"Get up—Miss Ayin, if you stay in bed, I won't take you to investigate?"

The paper fan knocked on Ayin's head lightly, which woke up the girl's dazed head a bit. She looked at the handsome face close at hand, with a dazed expression that hadn't woken up yet. expression.

Where is her roast duck?Who is this greedy guy in front of him?The voice is a bit familiar...

Yuichi Nakamura, is that you?

The Patriarch Wutiao with long white hair sat beside her bed and smacked her lips "tsk", "What a beautiful dream I had, my saliva is dripping out." He handed over a tissue and motioned A Yin to wipe it off quickly.

The elder Wutiao, who was pampered and pampered since he was a child, has never seen such a slovenly girl.

"Oh... oh, sorry." Ayin covered her face, took the tissue, and wiped it casually, "Well, why are you in my room?"

"This was originally my room." A certain Wutiao Patriarch said with a smile, "Have you forgotten what happened last night? Are you a goldfish with a seven-second memory, Miss Ayin?"

A Yin stared at him blankly for a few seconds, until the memory came back, and then reflexively screamed "ah".

By the way, she originally wanted to sneak into this human village last night, but she got off to a bad start, and was bumped into by the head of the Gotiao family, and then fell into the palms of two said to be big men in the magic world.

...It's actually not that serious, it's just a chance encounter, because there are few people in the magic world, and it is very rare for people with the qualifications of a magician to pick one in a thousand, so they will pay extra attention to A Yin who can control the magic spirit.

These two giants in the magic world are very friendly to humans. Although A Yin is not a human being, she is in Cao Ying with her heart in mind. After expressing her position, they briefly exchanged information.

Ayin and the two of them had the same purpose, to investigate the "ghosts and gods" rumors circulating in the village.

only.

A Yin was in a daze. She listened to the conversation between Wutiao and the Buddhist monastery, and felt that she was not in the same world as them.

She raised her hand weakly, and said like a student asking a question in class: "Well, what do you mean by 'inferior spell power'?"

"Ah." Chanyuanhui was startled for a moment, then turned to look at A Yin, and patiently explained to her, "Both magicians and spell spirits carry spell power, especially spell spirits, which are bound to stay behind after moving in an area." This is filth. Generally, we use filth to judge the existence of spell spirits and their hidden positions."

"The reason why Wujo and I concluded that this matter should not be caused by the curse spirit is because of this, we did not notice any filth at the scene, and even the whole village was clean."

"Isn't it a curse spirit?" Ayin understood this sentence, and she suddenly felt that the sky had collapsed in half, "Then I came here for nothing."

Fortunately, she was still eager to try, and even thought of the name of the next curse spirit, but the bamboo basket fetched water in vain.

"It doesn't matter, the truth of the incident has not been revealed, maybe there will be other gains." The Chanyuan comforted her.

"Miss Ayin, it's really aimed at the curse spirit itself." Wutiao looked at Ayin thoughtfully, and then, the white-haired young man suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Speaking of which, Ayin is also a qualified conjurer, right? What is your spell?"

A Yin: ...

Ayin smiled awkwardly but politely, raised her hand again and asked, "Excuse me, 'surgery' refers to...?"

quiet--

Both Zenyuan and Gojo stared at her speechlessly, and the passage of time was stretched to infinity.

Ah Yin's face was hot.She slandered in her heart, what? I am an outsider who knows nothing about the magic world. Isn't it natural that I don't understand these common senses!

Their expressions were as if she had asked such an idiotic question, as if a doctoral student at Peking University and Tsinghua University had been stopped on the road and asked what one plus one equals.

In the end, it was Zen Yuanhui who coughed lightly, breaking the deathly silence. He rubbed his brows and took up the job of explaining again: "It is the innate ability of every conjurer to use conjuration. Conjuration The spells of the masters are different, some are inherited by family blood, and some are naturally awakened. For example, mine is the "Ten Shadows" of the Chanyuan family, and that guy is the "Six Eyes" and "No Lower Limit Spells" of the Gojo family."

"Using spells will naturally use magic power, and these are all common."

——Every ninja is born with chakra. They use ninjutsu by learning seals. Among them are commoner ninjas, and there are blood succession limits inherited by families. For example, this person is Mutun, and that person is Sharingan .

Ayin, who successfully replaced the equivalent in her brain, gradually understood everything. She smiled bewilderedly, and nodded to show that she understood.

She lowered her head and stared at the lines on her palm: "To be honest, I didn't know about the existence of the magic world a month ago. I used spells because of my physical instinct..."

"In other words, your spell doesn't even have a name now?"

Wujo was amazed.The white-haired young man opened the folding fan with a "swish", and the light of interest flickered in the uncovered pupils.

"It's such a pity, it's a spell with such great potential. Why don't I get one for you?"

Ayin was stunned: "Huh?"

"Hey Wutiao, don't mess around..."

"Curse spirit manipulation." The snow-white and long-haired Patriarch Wutiao slowly spit out a term, "What do you think? As the name suggests, it is a technique that can manipulate spell spirits."

Ayin hesitated for a moment, then said after consideration: "Sounds good?"

"Then it's decided!"

Zen Yuanhui raised his hand to support his forehead, and sighed weakly.

They chatted very late, and finally agreed to go to the house where the accident happened to investigate thoroughly the next day, and Ayin walked into an empty room, not thinking about whether ghosts need sleep, and fell into a dream with the pillow .

Memories are over.

Ayin glanced guilty at the white-haired young man in front of him, Wutiao was wearing a perfect official smile at this time, Ayin couldn't dare to think about how Wutiao, whose room was occupied by her, spent last night.

She decided to change the subject: "We are going to investigate the house where the crime happened today, right? Wait for me to clean up."

"Hurry up. Your Excellency Zenyuan is already waiting at the door." Wutiao didn't mean to blame her too much, he walked out of the room and helped Ayin close the door by the way.

It was only when the intoxicating fragrance of wine that invaded the nostrils drifted away that A Yin finally managed to breathe. She took a deep breath of the cool air, and felt more and more that being with these two people was a test of her endurance.

There seems to be some food reserves brought out from the hospital, so let's unpack two packs to satisfy my hunger.

A Yin quickly settled the breakfast, washed up briefly, and then opened the door refreshingly.

A purple umbrella flew towards her head-on.

Ayin caught it reflexively, and played one?

Zen Yuanhui leaned against the wall of the wooden house, waiting for a long time, but there was no sign of impatience. He said to Ayin: "You can use this umbrella first. I rushed to make it in the morning, and added the shadow technique. For the time being, it can block the sun's rays."

Hearing this, Ayin hugged the purple umbrella with both hands like a baby. The gratitude in her eyes was sincere, and she bowed deeply to Zen Yuanhui, and said, "Thank you very much. This umbrella has helped me a lot."

Orange weapons from the sky, orange weapons from the sky! !Can she, who has been an African chieftain for thousands of years, also usher in a bright moment!

What does an umbrella that completely blocks the sun mean?The crumb boss next door was crying greedily, fearing that the next second he found out about this umbrella, he would kill ghosts and steal the goods.

The hand holding Cheng Wu trembled slightly.

"It's nothing." Zen Yuanhui pursed her lips and smiled at her, like a breeze blowing on her face, gentle and elegant like jade, and her demeanor was indifferent.

They are clearly the heads of a big family, but Zenyuan and Wujo have distinct personalities.

An approachable, gentle and polite man, but indifferent, the wind and rain could not disturb his deep Tan-like quiet thoughts, as silent as water.

A proud, cynical, naive and childish character mixed with a nasty personality, playing around with the world.

Ayin breathed lightly to calm her nervousness.

It doesn't matter, they have never met before, and the meeting was just an accident.When the matter in this village is resolved, they will probably part ways by then.

They are all passers-by in life, and she happened to be lucky enough to get their help and accept their love.

A Yin pinched the handle of the umbrella, her drooping eyelashes blocked the thoughts in her eyes.