When Outer Gods Meet Rage Gods

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Fu Heihui, who is not very old and has an immature face, is leaning against the door like a little adult with a straight face, watching the guardian who is like a shopkeeper licking his face and swaggeringly leading two strangers into his house.

Abby, who was forcibly invited in, refused to be fruitless, so she quietly huddled in a corner of the sofa, watching her nose, nose, nose, and heart, and curled up in a ball with the drink that Gojo Satoru handed her, trying to reduce her sense of existence.

Relying on the fact that he is currently not caught by the eyes of ordinary people, Zhong Ye is more relaxed, he manipulates gravity to float in the air, and looks around.

It seems that he hasn’t been back to the modern world for a long time, and it’s not unusual to see a lot of classical and Japanese-style houses. He felt novelty about this kind of modern-style furniture for a while.

"That orange-haired one, can you please stop touching my chandelier?" The roof lights automatically turned on without wind, and even Hui, who was trying to pretend not to see it, couldn't ignore it at this time. He stared fiercely and was sitting in a chair On, the guardian who crossed his legs and drank a drink.

Zhong Ye, who was having a good time at first, suddenly stopped. He withdrew his hand in embarrassment, stared at the short boy in amazement, and pulled the hat on his head in wonder:

"Strange, doesn't it mean that ordinary people can't see what I look like?"

Because of this, he was chased and beaten by the current curse spirit of the magician in front of him. How can a random child see his appearance now?

His confusion didn't last long. Gojo Satoru, adhering to the principle of his own son showing off, proudly introduced: "Isn't this obvious? Huita, he is a child of a famous family of magic spells, born in Zenyuan. You can see the curse spirit."

"boring."

Xiao Hui seemed to disdain this title, and turned her head away in disgust.

Facing Abby's icy blue eyes from Shang Xunsheng's eyes, he froze for a moment, turned back in silence, and pointed to the humanoid creatures floating on the ceiling and the foreign girl sitting on the sofa.

"Who are they and why did they bring me home?"

Talking about the business, Gojo Satoru put down the drink in his hand, stood up, ignored his dissatisfaction, forcibly brushed his thorny black hair, and said in a brisk tone: "Well~ Speaking of it——"

He looked like he remembered something, half took off his sunglasses, and looked around the room as if he was looking for something. After failing to find the target, he lowered his head and asked, "Where is your sister Tsumiji, isn't she at home?"

Both hands tried to move Wutiao's hand away, Hui simply farted and struggled, and said angrily: "Who knows, let's go shopping."

"Ah, that's it, tell her when you come back, please take care of the child over there and her pendant for a while, and get along well!"

Throwing down a thunderbolt silently, Gojo Satoru tidied up the wrinkles left by the battle on his coat, waved goodbye in a good mood, and then prepared to leave the people he brought at Fuhei's house and hand them over to two Care of minor children.

"Huh?! Wait for me!"

"Wait, who are you talking about living here?"

Frightened and angry, the two teenagers yelled together, trying to stop Gojo Satoru's short-circuited decision.

The white-haired man who had already strode to the door smiled happily, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only his words echoing in the wind for a long time.

"That's it. I'll take them away when I'm free. Before that, Hui has to take good care of my little sister~"

It was clearly arranged from beginning to end, Fu Heihui only felt the veins on his forehead bulge, and he was about to be unable to contain the power of breaking out of the ground.

If it wasn't that he couldn't beat him, he would immediately let this willful white-haired bastard know what cruelty is!

Unlike Kei, who was depressed, Abby, who was fooled by Gojo Satoru with all kinds of sweet words from the beginning, felt uncomfortable all over.

The agreed rooms are many enough for her to live in, and the siblings living in them are hospitable, considerate and gentle, and they are about the same age and can make good friends...

It's all a lie, she shouldn't, she shouldn't, she shouldn't have trusted that Mr. Wutiao, is it too late to leave now?

"Well, how about I still..." Let's go.

The girl carefully placed the drink in her hand on the coffee table, raised her left hand, and whispered embarrassingly with her red ears.

So embarrassing.

Fu Heihui looked at her for a while, and after a while, he asked, "Where do you live?"

"……No."

Hearing this, he wondered, "What about the family?"

Abby repeated the same answer he had given to Wujo Satoru, and was amazed at the tacit understanding between the adoptive father and son.

Fu Heihui, who also misunderstood Abby's meaning, was silent for a while, not knowing what to say, and finally forced out a "sorry", and stopped saying anything, got up and cleaned up the garbage made by Gojo Satoru, and walked back to the room.

Abby, who was left in a dilemma, sat there hesitantly, his heart fluttering, and he wanted to leave but didn't know whether to leave.

Nakaya stopped on the other side of the sofa, put one hand on her shoulder, and just hesitated to say something to comfort the little girl who had just been deceived by a sinister adult, when Hui, who had returned to the room, came out again.

He walked up to the two of them and handed a copper key to Abby. After the other party pinched the key in a daze, he said in a normal tone:

"This is the key to your room. I can use it after I tidy up a little later."

Abby: "Huh? Thanks."

Does this mean you can stay here?

After explaining clearly, Fu Heihui did not leave in a hurry, but wandered over her and Nakahara Nakaya, who was leaning on the back of the sofa next to him, with a hesitant gaze.

After a while, he hesitated and said, "Can you two share a room?"

"There are only guest rooms left in the house."

Abby, who had been living with Chuya for many years in Yokohama, had no objection at all and responded readily.

"Well, there's no problem. We've lived together before. Thank you for your willingness to provide us with a place to live, Mr. Fuhei."

Fu Heihui's expression froze, and he nodded vaguely, his gaze became erratic, and his ears even turned red and hot when he looked carefully.

He frowned and asked curiously, "How old are you two?"

Zhong didn't think too much, and replied directly: "I am 15 years old, and Abby is 12 years old, what's wrong?"

I thought that the other party was only interested in age because Gojo Satoru said before he left that they were the same age, but I didn't expect that after hearing the real age, Fuguro Hui's expression went blank for a moment, and the two future friends who behaved close on the sofa The adult sighed with emotion in his blank eyes.

"Excellent, has it already started at this age?"

Abby, Zhongye:?

I always feel that the meaning of the other party is not just to express the fact that they share joys and sorrows at their age...

It's just a trip to another world, why is it a little unclear what is in the head of the current child?

The two parties were staring at each other, their thoughts were completely different, the door lock was suddenly opened, and a girl's gentle voice came from outside the door.

"Hui, I'm back." The girl changed her shoes, saw the shoes at the door, walked in with a plastic bag, and asked casually, "Is there a visitor at home?"

"Well, hello, I'm Abby, nice to meet you!"

At the moment the other party came in, Abby stood up nervously, stammering the meeting words.

"Ah, what a cute little girl, don't be so nervous. I'm Megumi's older sister, Fukurotsu Miki. Are you Megumi's classmate?" Tsumiki put down her handbag and walked towards Abby.

Abby raised his head, and the girl in front of him looked a little older, with a ponytail combed, looking gentle and kind, very much in line with the image of the young lady Gojo Satoru had described to her on the way here.

"This guy is not my classmate, it was brought back by that guy."

Fu Heihui frowned dissatisfiedly, summarized and refined what happened, Tsumiji nodded again and again, and welcomed the new members with a smile.

"We're going to live together for the next period of time. Hui rarely has playmates of the same age. I've been worrying about it. It's great that Abby can come."

"Speaking of which, there is only one room left in our house. How will you share it with that gentleman wearing a hat?"

Tsumiji said in distress.

Sure enough, he was indeed the child of that magic family, and everyone in this family could see him.

Chuya sighed secretly, took off his hat and gestured to her: "Sorry, I thought you couldn't see me, I'm Zhongya Zhongyuan, hello."

"Central Plains Zhongye?" Both siblings were taken aback for a moment, and Fu Heihui blurted out, "The height really matches."

Zhong Ye:? ? ?

Although I don't understand it very well, I have a feeling of being offended.

Tsumiji looked at him in surprise, and asked excitedly: "Is it the real Mr. Nakahara? I read your poetry collection recently. Although some parts are not very clear, I feel that it is a very attractive text." !"

Not noticing the complicated expression on the other side, she continued: "Especially the well-known famous poem 'In the midst of filthy sorrow, today is the first snowfall.'..."

I know that the same body in another world is a poet, and being recited face to face with the poem of the same name as the supernatural power, this feels like experiencing double punishment, making Chuya so embarrassed that he wants to run away immediately.

In the end, Hui reminded Tsumiji to cook, and she hurried to the kitchen, and Chuya escaped from the situation of social death.

The days spent in Fuhei's house were very pleasant, there were no dangerous enemies and battles, and there was no survival crisis of intrigue. Tsumiji and Kei were both kind and good boys, and they got to know each other very well within a few days.

In the morning after a few days of living together, Tsumiki was busy with class, and Abby offered to share housework and cooking out of the idea of ​​helping out.

After sending the other party away, she took the shopping list that Tsumiji had written in advance, greeted Hui, and took Chuya to go shopping together.

The location of the shopping mall is not very far, and the only difficulty may be that Abby is not very familiar with the route, and he can't find the right way for a while.

Holding the city map carefully compiled by Tsumiji in her hand, Abby sat on the bench by the street feeling deeply melancholy. She never thought that she would get lost in a corner of the modern city.

After following the map again or following the wrong path pointed by passers-by, she had already emptied herself, staring blankly at the lonely and empty street in front of her.

How on earth did she get to this kind of place from the bustling urban area?

When Chuya, who went to explore the way, came back, he couldn't help smiling when the little girl looked so lost and faded.

"Don't be so discouraged. Go ahead and make a few turns. There is a bus stop that should lead directly to the shopping mall." He rubbed the girl's dead hair and shook his head helplessly.

"Well, let's go."

Abby, who was in a good mood, habitually held Chuya's hand, and walked forward bouncingly, but bumped into someone else at the corner without noticing.

"Ah, sorry, are you okay?"

Abby quickly helped the other party up, full of apologies.

It was a young man in monk's attire, and he stood up slowly, expressing his apology for Abby's bump very graciously, which only made her more embarrassed.

After the man brushed off the dust on the monk's robe, he said goodbye to her with a smile and left, quickly disappearing around the corner of the street.

The two ignored this little episode and continued on their long journey to the mall, and when they disappeared around the next street corner, the young man from just now paced out of the shadows.

He narrowed his eyes and chuckled cheerfully, with a look of anticipation on his face:

"So, to what extent can this young lady and her curse spirit achieve?"

"The good show is about to begin."