Writer saves the world

""Animal Farm"? Fairy tale?" Xia Youjie shook his hands, a thin copy of "Yokohama Souvenirs" brought back by Gojo Satoru, raised his brows high, and looked at Gojo Satoru on the opposite side inquiringly, "Your taste When did you become so...childlike?"

"Occasionally, I want to feel the joy of a child." Wu Tiao Wu Da slashed and occupied Xia Youjie's table, blinking at him deliberately, with a cute face, "I risked my life I carried it all the way back. Of course, you don’t need to thank me too much, good things should be shared with everyone.”

"Yes, yes, thank you very much." Xia Youjie responded with drooping eyes, paying more attention to the "danger to life" mentioned by Gojo Satoru than the book in his hand.

Gojo Satoru just went to pull out a first-level curse spirit that didn't need them to appear together, but disappeared in place after entering the "tent", and only wandered back to the high school of magic arts a week later, and he was vague about his experience in the past week—— Although the investigators sent by the high-level officials were fooled by Wujo Wu's explanation that "the ability of the curse spirit is related to time baba", Xia Youjie didn't think he was that stupid.

What's more, no matter how the curse spirit coordinates Tokyo is pulled out, there is no reason for people to wander back from Yokohama.

"What, the car almost overturned this time?" Xia Youjie asked while pushing Gojo Wu, and moved a place for himself, like a shit shoveler moving away the cats occupying the table, to make room for himself.

Gojo Satoru followed his strength and moved to the side, "Who are you underestimating," he lazily dragged out the ending, "I'm Gojo Satoru—it's just that it's so interesting that I played a little longer , Look, I brought you local products on purpose." Wujo Wu pointed to a few books piled up on his desk, "These are all Thunderbolt Invincible, ultra-rare, flash-limited, out-of-print books, and you can't find them anywhere outside. The second one."

"And the writing is super interesting! If the store manager only borrowed four copies at most, I would have moved the whole store here." Gojo Satoru said with a curl of his lips, "The store manager is super-stingy!"

At this time, Erye Tingming on the other side seemed to be aware of it, pinching his nose and feeling itchy at the tip of his nose, like an allergic patient being attacked by cat hair.

Erye Tingming originally had no intention of picking up Gojo Satoru, and after bringing the person out from the inside, he planned to release him on the spot, but Gojo Satoru had already caught Erye Tingming in less than a day's time together He pretended to be pitiful, saying that he would be mobbed and killed in such a weak state when he went back. Erye Tingming had no choice but to keep him in the warehouse where the books were stored. For several days - the euphemistic name is "rest and recuperation".

Fortunately, also stationed in the warehouse was Oda Sakunosuke, who stared innocently at the hot curry with a deadly stare and three consecutive natural straight balls, and in three days Gojo Satoru returned to Xia Youjie's friendly embrace overnight.

Of course, he did not forget to bring his carefully selected "Yokohama local products".

The big cat raised its tail and waited triumphantly for the compliment, so Xia Youjie could only sigh and said, "OK, OK, you are really amazing."

The few books on Gojo Wu’s desk are more plainly packaged than the other, and the inside pages are older. Please forgive him for his poor taste. Fascinated" magical charm.

——After all, Xia Youjie doesn't have six eyes, and his consciousness has never experienced overloaded information flow. Naturally, he can't feel the impact of the huge amount of literature from another world from the soul level the moment he reads these books.

Gojo Satoru voluntarily retreated after not living in the warehouse for a few days, and the warehouse was similar to a rented house for hundreds of people to him. He was constantly harassed by the complicated information in the book, even if he closed the His eyes would also recite excerpts from famous works to him in his conscious mind, and the fact that the conditions were so harsh that the noise was too loud had something to do with killing him.

"Sigh, summer insects are indescribable." Wujo Wutiao had even been brainwashed to the point where he could unconsciously drag out a few sentences, propped his chin up and showed an expression overlooking ordinary people, "You will understand after reading it."

Seeing that he had to waste time on these few books, Xia Youjie, with the mentality that he couldn't be unlucky by himself, put on a smile and caught the innocent passing students in a second, with a kind tone: "Huiyuan, Qihai, Enlightenment brought back a few books that are said to be very interesting, are you interested in reading them?"

Huihara & Nanami: "..."

Senior, look in the mirror and look at your current expression. Is there any possibility of giving us the slightest rejection.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and happily made a concluding statement: "Okay! Then let's have a book club! I'll call Nitro!"

……

The high school students in Tokyo finally organized some learning activities that students should do, and Teimaru Futaba in Yokohama finally took a big step forward with his plan to open a bookstore.

——He took out part of his savings and bought a store that he had been fancying for a long time.

There is no better time to buy real estate than now. The current situation is unstable, the economy is sluggish, and the security environment is rampant in the Yokohama Concession, which has caused the housing prices in Yokohama to fall again and again. There are vacant houses and stores with for-sale signs everywhere. Waiting for someone to take over the offer in the posture of jumping off a building.

Erye Tingming's fancy store is located within the sphere of influence of the port Mafia, and there are several primary and secondary schools nearby.

This area used to be a prosperous area in Yokohama. Unfortunately, due to the impact of war and economic recession, almost all schools in Yokohama were closed. In addition, the ruins of the big explosion a year ago were just two streets away, and all kinds of bad luck spread down. This area quickly became unpopular, and a small two-story building with a strip room only cost half of Erye Tingming's budget.

Perhaps it was because he was so quick to pay, and the world consciousness made a face that was clean and not vulgar. He heard that he was going to open a bookstore here, and the landlord who sold the house to him couldn't help but persuade him. He thinks twice.

"Sir, this is not a good place to open a store. Especially bookstores... who reads books these days..." The landlord sighed, and said, looking at the middleman in a black suit next to him, worried that Erye Tingming would be killed. This group of unscrupulous intermediaries with their backs on the port of Mafia were deceived.

The corner of the agent's eyes twitched in a black suit and a black heart. He struggled to maintain his cold expression and did not confront the landlord on the spot.

No matter how unscrupulous he is, he will not cheat Erye Tingming, who is hired by them. In fact, he has provided a lot of prosperous shops in Yokohama city for Erye Tingming to choose from. The ownership of those houses is hung on the port. Under Mafia, whether it’s renting or buying, you can get super favorable internal prices, and the location is good and the traffic is high. People living nearby are either rich or expensive, and they won’t lose money in any business, but whoever makes Erye Tingming is an iron Heart, insist on buying this storefront that looks like it has no business.

"Don't worry, I'll buy it only when I'm optimistic about it." Erye Tingming smiled. They were standing by the balcony on the second floor, and they could see the edge of the crater formed by the big explosion from the window.

Lei Bo Street.

This is the new name of that area, people who have nowhere to go gather there to become new residents, and establish a no-nonsense zone mixed with fish and dragons—like a different world separated from the outside world.

"I like this place very much." Erye Tingming withdrew his gaze, the closer he was to Leibo Street, the more he could feel the turbulent energy flow, "This place is very close to the gods."

It was so close that it seemed that the god was breathing next to his ear, and every tidal surge of the earth veins was like a heartbeat, silently announcing authority and power to him.

But at the same time, the Yokohama ley line connected to the hole in his body that was always clamoring for hunger, and flowed in some energy that could be used as comfort.

That god protected him, although he was manic and aggressive and rejected him as an intruder, even though they had never met each other, that god also chose to bless the strange existence on his own land who was hungry, thirsty, and almost starving to death.

Erye Tingming thought, he should have a good first meeting with that god.

……

He was right to think so.

But this idea does not include the messy and smelly garbage dumps on Leibo Street, the gangsters who shamelessly bullied the cubs and were killed, and a stupid juvenile god... and other strange elements.

Erye Tingming was holding the gift he had packed in his hand, staring deeply at the child unconsciously oppressing all objects around him with gravity.

——The child was only about seven or eight years old, thin and small, wearing an ill-fitting military overcoat, his blue eyes were lifeless, even if he was beaten with bruises around his eye sockets, or was crushed by him with gravity No matter how the people on the ground wailed, suffocated, groaned in pain, he just curled up on the spot, sluggishly stuffing the edge of half a piece of bread in his hand into his mouth.

He didn't realize what was going on at all. The out-of-control gravity around him was not so much the result of him using power, but rather the result of the god's own protection mechanism operating on its own.

So the reason why the earth veins are so manic is actually because the gods have just been born and have not yet officially returned to their positions, so the energy disorder caused by their inability to perform their duties...

Facing the gigantic existence that he perceives to be high-energy and bright, which is completely different from the body of a child, Erye Tingming admitted that he was stupid.

He actually guessed this possibility, but the energy intensity of the Yokohama ley line is much higher than the level that the new gods should have, and this is another era when the mysterious declining gods withdraw from the stage of history, he guessed and quickly ruled out this possibility possibility.

You must know that even in the Age of Gods, there are very few newborn gods that can produce such energy fluctuations. If the little god in front of him can be born a thousand years earlier, maybe the ranking of the gods in the sky and the world will have to be changed.

The young god chewed on the dry side of expired bread, moved his nose to smell the smell in the air, and turned his head in the direction of Erye Tingming.His eyes were empty and lifeless, staring directly at the gift box in Erye Tingming's hand, Erye Tingming read the longing expression on his face as stiff as a doll.

Hungry, mom, have a meal.

Books do not understand people's hearts, but books can read air.

"Oh——" Erye Tingming sighed, trying to fight against his instinct of guiding the cub, "Can I not pick it up?"

It is one thing to guide a self-aware teenager like Oda Sakunosuke or Gojo Satoru, but it is another thing to adopt and educate such ignorant god cubs like babies.

No matter what kind of juvenile gods are difficult to teach and raise, this kind of god born in blood death and sacrifice is especially troublesome. Its root has the tyrannical factor of the god of desolation, and the natural disaster of walking and walking no difference.Erye Tingming has been a bookmaker for so many years, and he has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run. He estimated his education level and felt that there is a higher probability that he will end up with a rollover ending like Nora Fallen God.

He is just an ordinary book, and it really can't teach the future land gods in Yokohama.

[That's right. 】World consciousness affirmed Erye Tingming's self-cognition, and then happily denied his delusions,【But it's not possible. 】

Indeed not.

Even the ley line has "friendly" stamped the quasi-guardian who sent it to the door, with the name of the god printed on it.

Although in terms of ability priority, this poke has no practical restrictive significance for Futaba Tingming, but as long as he still wants to live in Yokohama stably and not be blacklisted by the land, flat stones, stumbling blocks, and bird shit hitting his head in the sky, This god cub called "Zhongyuan Zhongye" is basically bound to him.

Ok……

Central Plains?

Erye Tingming paused for half a second to search for keywords in his mind, and in the next second he waved the hoe for transplanting small beets.

The gods can't, but the little beets of the talented poet and literary giant can.

"Want to come home with me?"

"..."

The empty blue in the child's eyes reflected the young man's smiling face, his consciousness was floating in chaos and confusion, and the stabbing of the earth's veins on Erye Tingming's body aroused the instinct of the gods in his body, implicating a weak echo, as if A sense of familiarity sprouting from the depths of the blood.

"Pa..." The young god's voice was hoarse, babbling and stumbling, "PaPa?"

well.

Erye Tingming thought with relief.

At least he didn't call his mother.