The power name is too shameful, I can't say it

I immediately got the change between Dad and Mr. Mori.

So the trouble Dad said is that he shared his body with Mr. Mori of this world, so this is indeed a big problem.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Mr. Sen looked at me strangely and asked, "What's the matter Jasmine, who made you unhappy?"

Mr. Sen's voice is still ringing in my ears, but I don't really want to talk to him. Now my father is here but he can't talk to me.

But I still have to play a fool with this old fox and fight wits and courage. It's so annoying.

I want a father, only my father is the person who loves me the most in this world.

At this moment, Alice came over and hugged me intimately, and then said, "Stop pretending, Lin Taro, Jasmine already knows."

"Know what?" Mr. Sen opened his eyes wide, as if nothing happened.

The little girl rolled her eyes at Mr. Sen and said, "Of course it's about Mr. Sen who is in the same world as Jasmine."

Mr. Sen rubbed his head, and looked at me with some trouble: "It's really troublesome, I clearly agreed to keep it a secret from Jasmine."

"But the color of the eyes has changed." I looked up at him with disgust: "Does Mr. Sen want to think I'm blind?"

"Since it's so obvious?" At this moment, Mori Ogai was a little surprised, "But no one else can see it, or is this a talent unique to Little Jasmine?"

That is probably the color of the soul. When Dad and Mr. Mori appeared in front of me at the same time, they were still different after all.

I didn't answer his question, but just looked at him coldly: "Anyway, I know the secret."

I looked into his eyes: "What is Mr. Sen going to do. For the safety of the port mafia leader, kill me or imprison me?"

"How could I treat you like this." Mr. Sen protested with some grievances in his words: "Little Jasmine, why do you still call me Mr. Sen, can't you call me - father?"

"You're not." I didn't want to talk to him, I just stretched out my hand to straighten out the same style of hair that he messed up.

Mr. Sen, who was rejected, didn't care but said in my ear: "Why not, I have experienced DNA, and Jasmine is my daughter."

I will not ask how Mr. Mori collected my DNA, anyway, if he wants to do it, there is always a way.

But if this is the case, can the secret of my supernatural ability be kept?

Sure enough, Mr. Mori continued: "Not only that, Jasmine has also mastered my abilities."

Mr. Mori took out a few messy photos and gestured to me: "This is the trace left by the battle in the villa before. I saw it, but it looks very familiar."

Yes, this special sharp cutting mark is the mark left after Alice's needle barrel was scratched on the ground.

As the owner of the supernatural body, Mr. Mori is naturally very familiar.

After producing the evidence, he looked at me and continued, "I originally wanted to come to Jasmine at that time, but His Excellency Fukuzawa Yukichi was too troublesome."

Hearing this, I glared at him: "He is my adoptive father, don't speak ill of him in front of me."

"It's such a jealous father-daughter relationship. How can Jasmine really worship him." Mr. Sen covered his eyes and complained, and then he looked at me and said seriously: "Then let's continue talking about Alice?"

So, he regarded my supernatural ability as a mutant of Alice, so that's okay, at least my little secret can be kept.

Worried that he was saying something that I didn't want to hear, I nodded: "Okay, it's okay to call your father from now on."

"Call him dad and call me dad." Mr. Sen nodded in agreement with my address, and then hugged me: "It's such a blessing to have such a big daughter all of a sudden."

Before I could push him away, Mr. Sen moved away from me: "Molly, you should keep away from him."

Then his complexion changed, and he said obsessively: "You let go, I want to stick with Jasmine Sauce."

The color of the pupils changes between wine red and purple, as if it is a neon light at night.

As if hearing my complaints, Alice leaned over and whispered, "That's right, they almost broke their heads in the sea of ​​souls for Jasmine's ownership."

I glanced at Alice, who was still eating snacks and watching the show, and thought about my father's superpowers. In fact, I can control Alice to come out, so why is it like this.

As if guessing what I was thinking, Alice leaned over and whispered in my ear: "But the human body formed by "Vita Sexualis" is a girl, and none of them would like it. "

I looked at him a little strangely: "This is obviously in line with the optimal solution."

Alice covered her mouth and smiled, and broke the news with a malicious face: "Usually they do do this occasionally, but isn't it because Jasmine is here now? This is in line with the optimal solution but loses the dignity of being a father. "

Alice's smile can be said to be very bad, and I always feel that she is more agile than before.

Was it Papa's fight with Mr. Mori that caused Alice's increased self-awareness?

It was Dad or Mr. Mori who was controlling Alice to tell me the current situation. I couldn't help but think about it in my mind—the way my father used Alice's body.

The father dressed as a maid really makes people want to laugh out loud.

After friendly negotiations, the original owner of the body still prevailed. Mr. Sen looked at me and invited me expectantly: "Okay, it's time, Jasmine and I will go?"

I looked at him with some doubts: "Where are you going?"

Mr. Sen looked at me tenderly: "There is a banquet tonight, would Jasmine be my dance partner?"

It's not a big blame—come and make me a shape, I looked at him angrily: "You've already dressed me up like this, and you're still worried that I won't agree."

Mr. Sen lowered his head and sighed: "If Jasmine disagrees, your old father can only go with Alice-chan."

Alice, who was called, put her arms around my waist and said firmly, "I don't want to go with Lin Taro. Lin Taro can just find a female subordinate and go together. I want to go with Jasmine."

A burgundy color appeared in the man's eyes, and his smile became more gentle. He gently coaxed: "Is Jasmine really not willing? Then you can dance with me."

After seeing him, I couldn't help but nodded: "Okay, I'll go."

If it was the original Mr. Mori, I would definitely not agree, but the current person is Dad.

Ever since I was very young, I had hoped that one day I would be able to go out to the Port Mafia building and be my dad's dance partner at various parties.

Now that this wish can finally be fulfilled, how could I disagree.

After obtaining my consent, Mori Ogai regained control of his body, and he excitedly held my hand, "Then let's go."

But I didn't move, I looked at him in the mirror and said, "Call those people back, I want to change my hair color and my colored contact lenses."

Mori Ogai looked at me with some surprise: "But Jasmine-chan is obviously perfect like this."

I pointed to his face and said with disgust: "This way our similarity is too high."

Mori Ogai nodded aggrievedly and sighed: "Well, Jasmine doesn't want to expose our relationship, and Dad can't do anything about you."

I couldn't help but rolled my eyes: "I'm worried that you will be misunderstood by others, not only as a copper smelter but also as a narcissist."

"Jasmine, you can misunderstand Dad's love for you like this." Mori Ogai hugged me sadly, and pretended to cry: "Then what does Jasmine want to become?"

I pointed to Alice who was eating the cake, and said very seriously, "Of course it's a blond, blue-eyed, young-toothed loli that suits Rintaro's liking."

After hearing what I said, Mr. Mori looked at me like this and suddenly his eyes turned red.

Seeing that he was about to be bullied by me and cried, I jumped in fright and quickly took out the handkerchief and handed it to him: "Sorry, did I go too far, or I won't change it."

Mori Ogai shook his head, hugged me tightly and said, "I'm touched, Jasmine loves me so much and thinks of me, Dad is so happy."

I looked at his red eyes with some distaste, and despite the distaste, I couldn't help but smile: "Jasmine is also very happy to see Dad again."

The man with red eyes looked at me and asked, "Does Jasmine still need a stylist?"

"Of course." I let go of him angrily, and hugged the lovely Alice.

This old fox will never try to trick me.