Don't play games with crazy vests

"Master Steward, this is the gift list for the newcomer."

The maid lowered her voice, leaned close to Gojo Benro and whispered a hint.

The middle-aged man in a traditional Tibetan kimono adjusted his glasses and took the booklet handed over by the maid.

"The magic society actually sent something over?"

Gojo Honro was a little surprised. When he opened the booklet and saw the content, he couldn't help but squeeze the paper tightly, and his eyes showed a little sullenness.

"Forget it, first show it to the Patriarch."

"The main thing is to treat it well if you accept it, and clean it up if you don't accept it, understand?"

In the booklet that was reclosed by the housekeeper, there was only one line of name written.

Kashiwahara woke up in a jolt.

The clear golden eyes were dimmed, and before he could realize what was going on, his stomach felt cramps from hunger.

Cold sweat broke out on Kashiwahara Zao's forehead all of a sudden, and the body that had just sat upright fell back on the chair again.

Hitting his back on the back of the leather case of the car would cause scalding pain, and Bai Yuan had no pain for a long time, so that a burst of water mist subconsciously appeared in his eyes.

The tears swirling in his eyes moistened his dark eyes, Kashiwahara Zaun, who became especially unbearable in pain, stretched out his hands and slowly rubbed his stomach to relieve the stomach pain, and slowly waited for the pain in his back to subside, he was finally able to take a breath .

Not playing games?

Why is it so painful when he just logged in.

Bai Yuanzao turned his face slightly, looking at the various greens flying by outside the window, but couldn't see any clues.

So real.

You can feel the cold air blowing from the car even when you breathe.

Bai Yuan hadn't talked rashly with the driver in front of him for a long time, and when he looked down, he saw a circle of black spells engraved on each wrist.

He couldn't read it, but it didn't feel right.

However, no matter how real this game is, Bai Yuan would not have the task box that appeared in the upper right corner of his field of vision to remind him.

Following Kashiwahara's long-awaited attention, the task box with the little red dot representing unchecked tasks disappeared and reappeared, which did not affect his sight at all.

After zooming in on the task content and seeing the task content clearly, Kashiwahara had no breathing stagnation.

[Hello, dear player, this task is——]

[Main task: God's Sigh (to be opened)]

[Sub-quest 1: There is one or more NPCs with a favorability level of 90]

[Sub-quest 2: There is at least one NPC whose favorability reaches 100]

[After the side mission 1 is completed, the main mission will be unlocked, good luck to the players! 】

It's actually a game of Raiders NPC.

He likes this game very much.

Kashiwahara had no strength in his hands, trying to let the pain of pressing his stomach cover up the discomfort of his stomach burning from hunger.

Even the uncontrollable pain wants to be under control.

Hiding the task box, there was still endless vegetation in front of the vehicle, Kashiwahara Zaumo took advantage of the free time, and opened the envelope marked with a yellow exclamation mark in front of him.

The novice benefits were sent in two letters together with an analysis of the characteristics of Kashiwahara Zaomo's character.

Bai Yuan hadn't opened the first novice welfare letter long ago, without even looking at the nonsense in the letter, he received 200 points and a necklace with golden gemstones.

The necklace was directly and silently hung on Bai Yuanzao's white and fragile neck.

Kashiwahara Zaumou carefully read the second letter of character analysis.

[...a weak god without faith, unwilling to fall, but bound in a sickly body...]

[As a god, the cost of escaping the fall: aphasia, extremely low pain threshold, deprivation of divine power]

[Currently being captured by humans]

Bai Yuanzao lowered his eyes, peeked at the driver in the front seat, closed his eyes again, let go of the palm that was holding the pain in his stomach and let it hang down naturally by his side, as if he had never woken up.

Dog games are pretty good.

"What is this?"

Gojo Satoru supported his chin with one hand, while flipping through the exquisite gift book on the table with the other hand.

After bowing and saluting, Gojo Honro said respectfully, "This is a gift from the Curse Society. It is said to be a gift to celebrate the 16th birthday of the Patriarch."

At the age of 16, it is indeed the age to give away.

Gojo Satoru raised the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Housekeeper, do you think I want to accept it?"

The gifts from the Magic Association are always perfunctory, expensive but inconspicuous, and maintain a relationship with the Wujo family who is neither salty nor insipid. Suddenly, this time it took a lot of trouble to send a "big gift" to Wujo Wu. is strange.

The butler who was questioned bent his waist even lower: "The things sent are just playthings, and they are all handled according to the wishes of the head of the house."

Gojo Satoru shook his head, thinking of something fun, he squinted his eyes and took a bite of Wagashi: "Where is the plaything..."

"Ben Lang, do you know what they sent?"

The words are presumptuous, and the 16-year-old boy has no scruples in addressing his elders.

"Sorry my lord, I don't know very well."

Gojo Honro remained respectful.

"That's a god."

Ignoring the astonished expression of the housekeeper, Gojo Satoru stopped explaining. He licked the sweet bean paste left at the corner of his mouth: "After I went to a high school to study, I didn't like staying in this house very much."

"Feel sorry."

Having been by Gojo Satoru's side for a long time, Gojo Honro almost obeyed his instinct and began to apologize.

Gojo Gojo stared at him coldly for a long while, then slowly raised a smile again: "This kind of thing was never brought to my eyes before."

"Summer is coming, and there will be more bugs who like to play tricks."

Half a year has passed since Gojo Satoru's 16th birthday.

"It's normal for bugs to proliferate, but it's a disqualification for a housekeeper to let them crawl into the house and not clean them up."

Gojo Satoru finished scaring people, he got up and stretched, and patted the butler on the shoulder: "Forget about the time, the gift should have arrived, I'll go and see something rare, our butler, please do your best."

Gojo Honro almost lay down on the ground to send Gojo Satoru away, resisting the weakness of his legs, thinking that he would be scolded by the head of the family like he was a child, but he escaped this time.

The housekeeper let out a long sigh of relief while immediately preparing for the "insect killing" operation at home.

It seems that the grown-up Patriarch is still a lot easier to talk to.

Originally, Bai Yuan Zao Wu wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he did not expect that he really fell asleep accompanied by the stomach pains that gradually became regular.

When I woke up again, I was in a room with valuable calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. The wooden furniture on the tatami was exquisitely carved. Unobtrusive woody aroma.

Surrounded by the cold fragrance, Bai Yuan has long since felt that his territory has been invaded, and he is not used to it.

The stomach pain still didn't go away, but the soft bed didn't cause him any other pains like the last time he woke up in the car.

The long white hair spread all over the bed, and the light squeezed in from the window that was only a little open, and the long white hair shone even more brilliantly.

Good-looking people even have good-looking hair.

Gojo Satoru's hand that pushed the door stopped, and the thin paper door didn't have any blocking effect in front of Liuyan.

The first thing he noticed was the identical hair color of the two of them, Gojo Satoru unconsciously touched the broken hair next to his ear.

Why does it feel like his short hair is not as pleasing to the eye as the long hair inside.

The hair fluttered, which meant that the person on the bed had woken up, and Gojo Satoru caught the boy's face by surprise with a slight movement.

The slightly opened peach blossom eyes were red at the end, and there seemed to be light beating in the attractive golden eyes. For some reason, a pair of beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, making them even more confused.

Under the upturned nose, the mouth that was supposed to be healthy and rosy was a little pale because of the pain, but it turned unexpectedly pink and tender, making people thirsty even more.

What a poor lamb.

The boy gave people the impression that he was not only weak and delicate, but he also carried a trace of alienation and divinity that no human being had ever had. He straightened his back expressionlessly—even though he was already sweating on his forehead and trembling slightly because of the pain.

The aloof gods never understand that the godhood without strength will only make the greedy humans delusional to drag the boy down from the heights of the clouds.

The boy who just woke up was inevitably a little curious about the unfamiliar environment, and the first thing he did was put his hands on the sheets and wanted to get up to check the current situation.

The soft quilt slipped down as the boy got up, exposing his cold white skin, and the large black clothes made Kashiwahara Zaomo's neck more fragile, not to mention the engraved black incantations on both wrists.

The skin around the two arms where the incantation was engraved was still red and swollen, Kashiwahara, who is especially sensitive to pain, hadn't felt much for a long time.

Just "observing" standing at the door, Gojo Satoru's Adam's Apple throbbed with the indistinct swallowing sound.

The 16-year-old boy had never seen the world of adults, and it was the first time he met Jingyan.

To say it was amazing, such emotions just flashed in Gojo Satoru's eyes, and then he thought of something more.

"The group of old guys who should go into the coffin."

Same white hair, same extra special eyes.

Said it was a birthday gift that was half a year late for him, whoever believed it was a fool.

Gojo Satoru frowned: "Why do they think I will be unhappy?"

The old-fashioned euphemism and sarcasm of Jujutsu can't deal with the rebellious Gojo Satoru.

"Go make a bowl of porridge."

He stopped a servant at random, and only after giving orders did Gojo Satoru remember what he had just said to the housekeeper.

The Patriarch, who was about to give away the gift just to take a look at it, temporarily changed his mind.

The teenager in the house had not eaten for a long time, and the pain in his stomach gradually burned.

Kashiwahara, who is sensitive to pain, was already so painful that he unconsciously tightened his toes.

After posing for so long, the NPC at the door came in to take care of it, trash.

Bai Yuan was so painless that his face turned even paler. Unable to bear the pain, Bai Yuan had no fingers to move slightly, and he was ready to quit the game.

Consciously finding an opportunity, he took out a handful of fudge from his pocket, Gojo Satoru pushed the door open and walked in.

"Perhaps you need this?"

Gojo Satoru, who was squatting in front of Kashiwahara Zaumi, got a close look at him.

Gojo Satoru handed the soft candy to Kashiwahara Zauna in one hand, counting the number of eyelashes on Kashiwahara Zauna's right eye in his heart, and suddenly remembered that he also raised a cat when he was very young.

That cat is all white, beautiful and intelligent, cool and well-behaved, very pleasing to the young Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help thinking—I don't know if this cat can please him.