Don't play games with crazy vests

"My lord, do you really want to do this?"

Gojo Honro asked uncertainly with hesitation in his voice.

"Drive them all out." Gojo Satoru fiddled with the gadgets in his hand, and rested his chin with the other hand boredly: "Isn't this what they hoped for?"

He specially ordered that there would not be any curses in the other courtyard.

"Heh, holding the name of the Yusanjia, I know myself very clearly. A bunch of trash, I only worry that I will lose the title of 'Yusanjia' if I don't."

"Since you are so concerned about gains and losses, why not take them all away? I am the only one left in my family. Why do so many people from the separated family stay in the old house? Doves occupy the magpie's nest?"

With the sunglasses resting halfway on the bridge of his upturned nose, Gojo Satoru yawned, speaking very straightforwardly, without being polite at all.

"Since you want to see my obsessed appearance, then let them watch."

Gojo Satoru ignored the dissuasion, and took the opportunity of being cursed in the other courtyard to clean up the annoying fleas that jumped in front of his eyes.

No one knew what he was thinking.

"Or is it that the butler is also worried that I will lose my mind because of Ah Wu?" Gojo Satoru curled his lips: "Well, I really don't trust me."

Gojo Honro knelt down on the tatami and buried his head extremely low: "No, absolutely not."

"I will always be loyal only to the Patriarch."

He quickly expressed his attitude.

Gojo Gojo narrowed his eyes, and his laughter was undisguised: "Haha, just kidding, butler, you are serious again, take it easy."

"In this case, I will leave this task to the housekeeper. I will go out with Ah Wu in a few days."

Gojo Satoru stood up and walked over slightly bent over. He patted Gojo Honrou on the shoulder, ignoring the cold sweat oozing from the butler's forehead, Gojo Satoru said something softly before leaving.

"There will be no next time."

Gojo Honro straightened his body.

He knew that this time he was guilty.

Gojo Honro has been the housekeeper in the house for more than 30 years. Someone put a curse to threaten Kashiwahara, and it was implemented when he turned a blind eye.

He didn't want to betray the Patriarch, he just, just always looked down on Kashiwahara Zaou, and didn't want the young Patriarch to be seduced by a plaything with malicious intentions.

"My subordinate understands."

Gojo Honro's throat was dry, and after being beaten, he completely understood Gojo Satoru's attitude.

The butler didn't understand that not everyone thought the same as him.

Some people, as Gojo Satoru thought, were afraid that the only conjurer in the Gojo family who could do it would be influenced by a plaything because he was young.

Others are just...jealous.

Why can a bum with a pretty face and a delicate body easily win the favor of the Patriarch.

Mu Qiang is innate, and those who love Wujo Wu will not be reconciled.

More than a month is enough to make the flame of jealousy burning in the dark want to seize every opportunity to drag Kashiwahara Zao to hell.

Kashiwahara Zamo was led by Gojo Satoru into a black car.

The car looks very expensive, but it's a pity that Kashiwahara, who never cared about it, couldn't be named.

"A Wu, where do you want to go?"

Gojo Satoru followed him and sat in the back row.

It was the first time he went out freely, Bai Yuan had carefully put on a layer of camouflage for himself, and the cold aura of no strangers enveloped his body, making the driver dare not turn his head.

Kashiwahara Zaumu ignored Gojo Satoru at first, and only loosened the protective shell after his constant harassment.

After much difficulty, Kashiwahara took out the notebook he carried with him to answer the questions.

[Picture]

The test Gojo Satoru casually pointed out last time has been developed into an interest by Kashiwahara Zamo.

Gojo Satoru whistled: "Awu likes it, let's go." Immediately asked the driver to drive to the National Art Museum.

"I think Ah Wu is very talented in painting."

"Ah Wu drew three paintings for me to see before, and I want to spend a lot of money on each one."

Bai Yuan narrowed his eyes early, ignoring Gojo Wu's incoherent words.

In the three paintings he showed to Gojo Satoru.The first one was a stickman version of the bird drawn in a hurry. Now that he has learned some drawing skills, he just finds it unsightly when he looks back.

How can this kind of painting cost a lot of money?

The young Patriarch has a bad personality, the more Kashiwahara Zaumou ignores him like this, the more he wants to speak to stir up his emotions.

"What I said is real."

Taking off the sunglasses, the deep blue eyes swayed into Bai Yuanzao's eyes.

Gojo Satoru lowered his body, raised his head sideways and looked at Kashiwahara Zauna, Kashiwahara Zauna who lowered his head just looked at him like this.

Breathing slightly intertwined, Kashiwahara didn't know why, as if he felt Gojo Satoru's unconvinced sincerity, and his ears were red.

"Ah."

The boy who could only utter simple onomatopoeia nodded slightly, and the voice of his answer was so small that he could hardly hear it, but Gojo Satoru observed it.

As if he had won some kind of victory, Gojo Satoru childishly snorted twice, and his mood improved visibly with the naked eye.

"Of course, if I do what I say, I won't lie to Ah Wu."

[Target person: Gojo Satoru, favorability degree 5]

This character's favorability for Gojo Satoru is ridiculously high.

I really look forward to reaching 100 favorability.

Putting on the sunglasses again, Gojo Satoru didn't notice Kashiwahara Zao's red ears, and was just about to take out his credit card and want to transfer money to Kashiwahara Zao as soon as he got off the car, when he suddenly thought of a point that he ignored.

"Go to the nearest mobile phone store first."

He actually hasn't bought a mobile phone for Bai Yuanzao.

Looking at Kashiwahara's long-lost notebook, Gojo Satoru was a little annoyed.

Typing on a mobile phone is much more convenient than holding a notebook and a pen to write and draw, and it is also convenient for him to call Kashiwahara when he is bored on a business trip.

Calling the mute and chatting, that's what Gojo Satoru wanted to do.

I don't know if it's romantic or immoral.

After following Gojo Satoru out of the car, Kashiwahara was already at a loss.

He had never seen so many people.

The driver drove the car to the parking lot, and Bai Yuan had already grabbed Wujo Wu's sleeve tightly, neither daring to shake Wujo Wu's hand, nor to break away from the link with him.

"Meiko, look ahead, that's a beautiful boy!"

"It's still long and white, I'm dead!"

"And the eyes are pretty too."

Apart from his mouth, Kashiwahara has a keen sense of other facial features. He felt the eyes of the two passers-by who were whispering behind him, and heard their conversation. Kashiwahara, who was not used to this kind of environment, felt even more uncomfortable. .

Not to mention his pretty face made passers-by unconsciously look at him.

"He was also holding the sleeve of the tall boy next to him wearing sunglasses."

"Although he wears sunglasses, he looks handsome no matter what."

There are quite a few similar words, although they are all with pure appreciation and kindness, but this sense of oppression still makes Kashiwahara no longer reach a certain threshold in his heart.

Gojo Satoru felt it, and took the initiative to grab Kashiwahara Zauna's hand, holding him tightly with his warm and dry big hand, turned around and put his sunglasses on Kashiwahara Zauna's face.

"Sorry, I was thinking too fast, I should take my time."

Whether he was thinking too fast or on purpose, only Wujo Satoru knew what he was really thinking.

The sunglasses covered the upper half of Kashiwahara's already missing face.

"Close your eyes, it's only me here."

Under the cover of sunglasses, Bai Yuan closed his eyes recklessly, the darkness was more familiar to him than the glamorous world.

It's just that after the vision is closed, his hearing is more amplified.

"There are flowers about to bloom in the yard."

Gojo Satoru held hands and brought Kashiwahara Zao to his side. The two of them were very close, but it was hard to see what was going on.

"When the time comes, pick a few flowers and put them in the house to look good, and the flowers can also be made into scented tea."

Gojo Satoru's voice seemed to only be heard by no one in Kashiwahara Zao, it was a little low, like a glass of mint-flavored soda, bursting in Kashiwahara Zao's ears, it was numb and refreshing.

Gojo Satoru knew a lot of things, and he kept talking to him, along with science popularization, and Kashiwahara didn't get bored of talking all the way.

Even though he was in a shopping mall with people coming and going, he could hear all kinds of voices around him just now, but now all he heard was Wujo Wu's voice.

It's strange how all other voices are ignored.

On the game panel, the [A Wu] character card has a 1-1 favoritism towards Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru pays attention to Kashiwahara Zauna, seeing his unconscious dependence and slightly puzzled expression and letting himself indulge in the small environment created by Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru is very satisfied.

Kashiwahara Zamo gradually relaxed a little.

I can't count the number of times, talking to myself in my heart.

He is so cute.

Without staying too long, after entering the mobile phone store, Gojo Satoru asked the staff to take a mobile phone of the same model as himself to check out and left.

Except for communicating with the clerk, Gojo Satoru kept talking to Kashiwahara Zauma at other times, he was full of interest and didn't feel thirsty at all, and the two of them were about to walk to the entrance of the mall.

"Does Ah Wu want to learn calligraphy? It's the same as the calligraphy paintings hanging in the study. Do you want to try it?"

Gojo Satoru changed several topics, fooling himself that Kashiwahara was no longer interested in calligraphy, and wanted to ask for a painting in advance.

"How about Ah Wu writing a picture of my name and giving it to me?"

Looking down at Kashiwahara's unruly hair, the smile on Gojo Satoru's face never stopped.

Kashiwahara didn't think seriously for a long time, and his attention was completely led away by Gojo Satoru.

Thinking of the calligraphic works in the study room of Wutiao's house, the calligraphers have done their best, and Bai Yuan, who couldn't help being moved, thought about it for a long time, and just wanted to nod.

Suddenly, a strong warning of danger rushed into Kashiwahara Zao's mind.

Kashiwahara had no brains to react, but his physical fitness was too poor to react in time. There was a strong tremor under his feet, and the tightly holding hands between him and Gojo Satoru were torn apart by an inexplicable force.

There were screams all around.

not good.

Gojo Satoru felt the breath of curse, and quickly reached out his hand in the direction of Kashiwahara Zauna, trying to grab his hand again.

However, this super imaginary magic spell that suddenly appeared in the mall is very strange, it is an extremely rare space-type ability.

The walls of the entire mall quickly appeared and reorganized, constantly shifting into a complex maze with three floors.

Just at the entrance of the shopping mall with the most changes, Gojo Gojo missed a bit and failed to catch Kashiwahara Zauna's hand.

Locked in a corner of the maze alone, Gojo Satoru punched the wall, resisting the desire to be violent.

He took Kashiwahara Zao out to play once, and everything went well, why is it so unlucky to encounter this kind of thing.

Well, my throat is dry.

I didn't feel it just now, but now Gojo Wu feels uncomfortable in his heart, he only feels smoke coming from his throat.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, and violently used his spells to break through one wall after another in front of him, trying to find Kashiwahara Zauna.

He completely forgot that Kashiwahara Zaou was a sealed god, not a real ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken.

The floor under Kashiwahara's feet collapsed, and after leaving Gojo Satoru, he suddenly returned to his fragile appearance, feeling that something was wrong, and now he was even more afraid.

another curse...

Clearly feeling that this terrible monster was in the same building as himself, tears could not stop streaming out.

No, there is no Wujo enlightenment this time.

Thinking of this, his tears couldn't stop.

Until Kashiwahara fell down to the negative floor, instead of falling to the ground, he hit someone's hard back.

Bai Yuanzao had a sore nose and red eyes from being hit, making his whole body even more pitiful.

"Where did the idiot fall?"

Suddenly, a man's deep and magnetic voice sounded from Bai Yuanzao's body, and there was a strong disgust in his voice.

Bai Yuanzao was dragged down by the man's backhand by the collar.

"Ugh..."