When the blind date is 5t5

Tears poured out uncontrollably, I turned my face abruptly, and said in a muffled voice: "The heat is suffocating to the eyes, you continue."

It's just that the oden, which is obviously completely cold without a trace of white mist on my hand, exposed my true state.

As if trying to appease an aggrieved child, Gojo Satoru raised his hand and rubbed my head, looking away considerately.

"My reward remains the same," he said, "The entrustment is replaced by helping us find a god who can cut off the relationship."

After the words were finished, Xiaofu and Yeto were seen together, and they discussed excitedly.

"It's not very simple," Xiaofu suggested with crooked eyebrows, "Go to Bisha and ask her to help, it's fine."

"Bishamon?"

"Uh-huh."

Ye Dou shuddered, "Forget it. I'm afraid I just showed up, so I have to fight with her before I have a chance to have a good chat."

"Now, my goal is to become a god of good fortune." He lay lazily on the table, pursed his lips and muttered, "I don't want to hang out in front of her and cause unnecessary fights."

In this regard, Xiaofu also fell down, frowning in distress, "Then who else? You can't let me do it. If you can deal with the monsters that escaped from the wind cave by yourself, then I don't care. "

"Are you trying to exhaust me to death?" Ye Dou's face darkened instantly, and he waved his hand, revealing obvious disgust in his tone, "You don't need to do anything, I already thought of who else can help."

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on him.

Xiao Fu asked puzzledly, "Who?"

"Since it's a fate line," Yato said mysteriously, "let's leave it to the gods in charge of the fate."

"The god responsible for the bond," Xiaofu murmured thoughtfully, and then she seemed to think of something, her eyes lit up immediately, "You mean that lord? Has she not returned to Gao Tianyuan yet?"

Yato twitched the corner of his mouth rather speechlessly, "No, I'm still in Yokohama, I don't know what I'm busy with."

I no longer have any hope for the god they speak of.

It's not a good feeling to be disappointed. It's like falling into a cliff and smashing my not-so-optimistic soul to pieces.

Rather than fantasizing about a perfect future and then being shattered, my choice at this moment is not to think about it, not to fight for it, but to stand where I am and wait for it to come.

Needless to say, I also understand that this is an out-and-out cowardly act.

But I'd rather be a coward than fall all bruised.

Gojo Satoru seemed to have sensed my increasingly gloomy thoughts, and he covered the back of my hand with his hand.

In an instant, a wave of heat entered the blood vessels through the skins that were attached together, and flowed to the limbs like a stream.

Immediately afterwards, I could clearly feel the fingers being separated forcefully, and then bit by bit, he was gently and possessively clasped by his knuckle fingers.

It's like telling me this way.

Don't be afraid, everything is with him.

Realizing this, it was like being soaked in a pool of warm hot water, and I was extremely relieved.

The tense nerves suddenly relaxed, I closed my eyes and forcefully suppressed the liquid that circled in the eye sockets.

Then, he curled up his fingers to silently respond to him.

"Tomorrow, you will take us to find her." He said in an undeniable tone.

Yato just raised his eyebrows, and nodded indifferently, "Okay. My god has accepted your commission."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly took out a large glass bottle from behind, and held it in front of us with a look of hospitality, "Let me give a deposit first, five yuan."

Accompanied by his movements, the coins swayed and made light sounds in the glass bottle, like the sound of wind chimes under the eaves on a sunny day, clear and pleasant.

It fell into the ears, but it seemed to be urging us to hand over the money for no reason.

I silently turned my head to look at Wujo Wu, and asked him with my eyes: Do you have Wuyuan?

Gojo Satoru was silent about this.

After a while, he took out a card from his pocket and asked calmly, "Can I swipe the card?"

Sure enough, how could he carry coins with him.

Thinking of this, I silently took out Zhang Yiqianyuan from my bag and handed it over, and asked in a low voice, "Can I find it?"

This is already the smallest denomination banknote I have ever brought out. Among other things, it is at least much better than Gojo Satoru's sentence of swiping the card.

The next second, I saw the hand of the sweatshirt god holding the glass bottle freeze.

He stared at us like a dead fish, with an undisguised lovelessness on his face.

Xiaofu's unceremonious ridicule suddenly sounded in his ears, "Yato, if you can't find it, we can help you, and we don't charge any handling fees."

"No need." Yato refused firmly.

Then, tremblingly, he took the banknote from my hand, turned around and burrowed into the corner, squatted down like a mushroom, and counted in a sad and angry voice: "Five yuan, ten yuan, fifteen yuan... "

Seeing this scene, Xiao Fu laughed louder and wilder.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't need to look for it." I said to him hesitantly, "Compared to building a shrine, this thousand yen may not even count as a fraction."

Faced with my persuasion, Yato still buried his head, and he used actions to show us that he must find out.

Gojo Satoru and I looked at each other, and decisively chose to throw the pot to him, "Why don't you bring change when you go out?"

This sentence sounds a bit unreasonable.

But it has already been said, and there is no way to take it back.

Therefore, I was secretly annoyed.

Gojo Satoru took the pot without hesitation. He rubbed his nose helplessly, "Or should I go to the bank to get it now?"

After the voice fell, I conceived this picture in my brain.

He sat in front of the counter, facing the teller's bewildered eyes, and told the teller loudly to take five yuan coins, as if he was going to smash the scene.

The scene was even more embarrassing, a small three-story bungalow could be found on the ground with his toes.

"Forget it." I licked my dry lips, "Let's just wait."

Hearing the mechanical sound of counting money like he was chanting sutras, Xiao Fu lay on Da Hei's body, letting him rub his belly.

"I want to go to Yokohama with you too," she said softly.

Her answer was an indifferent rejection, which came from the corner.

"Six hundred and fifteen yuan," Yato threw a coin on the ground, "Don't even think about it."

"why?"

Yato pointed out coldly: "Wherever you go, you will bring bad luck. I am afraid that the city's economy will usher in a great depression just after setting foot on the land of Yokohama."

Hearing this, I looked at Xiao Fu in shock, my mind full of puzzlement.

Isn't it said that it is Ebisu, the God of Wealth? How could it cause the economy to collapse?

Daikoku looked at her with a troubled face, and did not refute Yato's words.

Hearing this, Xiaofu rushed to Yetou's back angrily, squeezed his small fist and punched him hard on the head, "If you don't go, you won't go, hum."

When he finished counting the money and handed us 190 nine coins, the sky outside the house was also stained with the afterglow of the setting sun.

After saying goodbye to Xiaofu and the others, we left the courtyard.

As for the pile of five-yuan bills like a small hill, of course it was the porter Gojo Satoru who teleported home.

This efficiency should not be too efficient and fast.

——*——*——

It's getting late/it's getting late.

The street lamps on the side of the street had already been turned on, and the white light silently shone on us, making the shadows on the ground extraordinarily long.

I lowered my eyes and looked at his shadow intertwined with myself, still feeling a faint worry in my heart.

What if it fails tomorrow too.

This thought lingered in his mind like a maggot attached to the bone, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

So, after organizing my words, I asked hesitantly: "If the gods I'm going to meet tomorrow are also unrequited, then we..."

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Gojo Satoru.

He squeezed my hand tightly, "Then let Ebisu Xiaofu do it."

"But, won't this open the wind cave and release a large number of curse spirits?"

After speaking, I frowned and looked at him.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and said casually with a smile: "It's okay, I will wipe them all out."